After the fuss, Yang Cang held up the solidified brain with his body covered with rotten flesh. He caressed the magical neural tissue obsessively. "Look at this, this is the cerebral cortex. The front part is responsible for logical thinking, the upper part is for perception, and the lower part is for emotion.

The back is about vision, isn’t it beautiful?”

Yingmeng took the brain from Yang Cang's hand: "You said that if you stimulate it in a certain way, can you completely control a person?"

Pervert Yang Cang was also shocked by these words, "You don't ask why, but ask how it should be used this way..."

Yingmeng smiled crazily: "I know why, I know it has this function, then shouldn't I find a way to make good use of it? But why did you bring me here?"

Yang Cang chuckled, "I thought you would thank me for opening the door to knowledge for you."

While Yingmeng carefully observed the composition and structure of the brain, she said with a smile, "I would have really thanked you two weeks ago, but now..."

Yang Cang played with the blood on the dagger and asked with a smile, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

Ying Meng looked at the gap that she had pinched before, and muttered in a low voice, "What a pity!" Then she turned back to look at Yang Cang, "It depends on which one you are talking about."

Yang Cang knelt down next to the corpse, sniffing the fresh corpse scent greedily, with a look of obsession on his face like a pervert. "The lie is that I think I should open the door to knowledge for you and let you swim in the ocean of truth. The truth.

Even though we are obviously the same, why can you be as white as a piece of white paper, while I am like this? How can I be the only one on the way to the abyss?"

Yingmeng aimed the tissue in his hand at the moonlight and rotated it gently. Some of the moonlight was blocked, and some passed through the translucent tissue and was reflected on the tree next to it. Together with the fog next to it and the looming Yin Qi on Yingmeng's body, it formed a

A beautiful and strange picture. "How can you say it's heading into the abyss of darkness? It should be pushing open the door to the truth." He said with a sick smile. "But how do you know?"

These words were like a basin of cold water that instantly extinguished Yang Cang's madness for the so-called truth. He expressionlessly brushed off the insects on his body and shook his collar.

"Everyone has their own secrets, and it's best not to ask. And when the circulation of knowledge is controlled by the fairy world, it is inevitable that some people know something but dare not say it. So don't think you are the first to use

For people who are not practicing Reiki, someone might have invented it a long time ago, but was killed by the fairy world before they could tell it."

Ying Meng smacked her lips, "It's not fair. You already know my secret. Why don't you just make an exchange?"

"That's because you made a blunder when you were drunk. One day you can get me drunk and see if you can ask me. Okay, put the things back and bury them. It's time for us to leave." Yang Cang seemed to be escaping from something.

"Yang Cang, why? You can't do it anymore

Play for a while."

"That's enough, I just brought you to see the world, not to develop a hobby." Yang Cang seemed a little angry, but he didn't know whether it was because Ying Meng took this path so easily, or because he...

....

Like a child who has his favorite toy taken away, he is obviously very unhappy, but he still has to accept it. Yingmeng put the brain to his mouth carefully as if to say goodbye, and reluctantly put the brain in his hand back on the corpse's head.

Ministry. A little unwillingly, "Can't you take it away?"

"Isn't this what you said before? It's not good to dig up other people's corpses, so we just borrow them and put them back in their original places after use, right? You know how to sew clothes. Sew back the incisions and bury them.

Yang Cang, who had regained his rogue appearance, said in a tone that was very familiar to Yingmeng.

After finally finishing it, the boss even mocked her, "The sewing is really ugly." It seemed that this was not the first time the boss had done this. He took Yingmeng to a stream in the graveyard and skillfully carried it.

All the blood stains were washed away, and then Ying Meng returned to the ruined temple with Ying Meng looking back three times.

Along the way, the two of them were silent, completely lacking the excitement they felt when they arrived.

After a long time, Yingmeng spoke unapologetically, with a hint of anger. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tested you."

Yang Cang was silent for a while, and said seriously: "It's okay for you to wonder why I ended up in this situation, but it's not that wonderful to expose other people's wounds."

There was another long silence and when he returned to the ruined temple, Yang Cang took a deep look at Yan Yingmeng. "You are very much like me in the past, with such a strong talent and arrogance. But if a tree grows into a forest, the wind will destroy it.

.I don’t want you to be cornered by that one in the end.”

Who is that person who is full of questions in Yingmeng's heart? Is it you who is so talented? You in the past? She was full of questions, and naturally it showed on her face. Yang Cang took a look and shook his head helplessly. "

You will understand."

After a while, he spoke again, "After falling, many people will feel that they have lived in the most disgusting way they have ever lived. If you ask who is the culprit who brought him to such a situation, he will think that it is time, reality, and...

In fact, the real culprit of this world is himself. Because he took the initiative to abandon his principles. So along the way, he forgot why he set out on the road in the first place, and also forgot where he wanted to go in the first place. Because he failed to stick to his original intention and control the ship of life.

Oar, so I drifted with the current and went to a place I didn’t want to go.”

Yingmeng looked confused. She seriously doubted whether Yang Cang was stimulated to say such strange words.

Looking at the confused Yingmeng, Yang Cang sighed again. "Sometimes, I really hope that you will follow my old path. Please promise me that no matter what you encounter in the future, you will never abandon your principles. Because at that moment, you

Your enemies are the happiest."

Yingmeng was confused at first, then shocked, and finally a little angry. He was one year older than her.

, why did she look like she had experienced a lot, so she would not understand his feelings? Ying Meng was about to argue, but when she saw Yang Cang's serious eyes, she fell silent.

After a while, Yingmeng shrank her neck like a quail. She carefully tugged at the corner of Yang Cang's clothes. "I still prefer the carefree Mr. Yang."

Yang Cang shook his head, and then laughed louder and louder. He laughed until he couldn't breathe. He slowly stopped, and then returned to his carefree look. He pulled back his clothes coldly and ruthlessly: "Girl, hurry up

Go to bed and stop bothering me."

Seeing that Yang Cang had returned to his original personality, Yingmeng breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his brain was not broken.

Then she happily started quarreling with Yang Cang once a day, arguing about who should sleep on the hay.

Not surprisingly, Yang Cang won every time.

Finally, Ying Meng sat on the floor, looking at the scenery outside the window, thinking deeply.

The only candles in the ruined temple can only illuminate a small area.

Yingmeng knew that someone who was so picky with Yang Cang would never allow her to light a candle at this time. But she still lit it and stared at the fire quietly.

Watching her own shadow swaying on the wall, the dim light seemed to dispel the fear in her heart.

Everything she owns seems to be easily taken away by others. Her past status, identity, and cultivation.

Yang Cang was like a bright light in the darkness to her. She could relax around him and play unbridled. Only at this moment, she felt like a real child, without having to worry about those messy things. No one

Watching her every move all the time, she seemed to be her true self during this time, and she was very happy.

She didn't want to lose this light. But she didn't understand Yang Cang so well. Just like Yang Cang suddenly appeared in his life, it seemed that he could disappear without any sound.

Under the candlelight, Yingmeng looked eagerly at every twinkling star. They should be very free in the sky, without having to worry about anything, carefree. They should be full of doubts when they see us mortals struggling in the quagmire of the times.

.If everything in the world can be taken away so easily, why do people still work hard?

Yingmeng's heart is as sensitive as a child's, and she urgently needs an answer or a word of comfort. However, it seems that no one can give her comfort.

Yingmeng looked towards the dark forest. The dead trees like bones looked strange and empty under the moonlight, just like her sensitive thoughts. There seemed to be an endless abyss over there. Yingmeng felt that the abyss was calling her.

Yingmeng calmed down and shook her head. Shaking off those strange thoughts, she began to seriously recall the conversation tonight.
Chapter completed!