It has been 600 years since Du Yiyu had such a desire for blood and killing. The Corpse Painter fought a bloody battle, and blood was spread all over the mountain like cheap dye. His body was torn to pieces, and his soul roared in his body. The world seemed to have turned into a tornado of doomsday, cruel.

And hunger and thirst destroyed all vitality. But strangely, standing in that bright red world, his heart became more and more calm and peaceful, so calm that it was almost pale, and the tranquility was almost numb.

The meaning of existence of the Heavenly Corpse Painter, the pain of the Heavenly Corpse Painter, the end of the Heavenly Corpse Painter, the right and wrong of everything in this world, black and white, true and false, the meaning of survival, the use of power, the understanding and relationship between monsters and humans

Hostility... everything, his endless thoughts and pursuits suddenly became meaningless.

He suddenly didn't know what he was doing. Why did he have to find out the origin of Tianshou? Why did he have to end the pain of Tianshou? Why did he have to think about the right or wrong of something? Why did he think so much? These were not his nature.

He can understand, and it is not something he can control. If there really is a Creator in this world, then everything, living and non-living things, are just dolls and pastimes of the Creator. Why should he work so hard to perform to excite the Creator?

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So, he spent hundreds of years suppressing the sealed souls in his body. Then, he told himself not to think about anything and just live according to the pattern of most people - like ordinary people, but not as ordinary people should.

Some desires and emotions.

He was a cold person, which almost became the only evaluation of him by others for the next five hundred years.

But since meeting Meng Jiu, his life suddenly became chaotic. It seemed that the gears of fate started turning again, leaving him no time to control his own pace. At the same time, the emotions and desires that he had once abandoned also began to turn.

It grows unknowingly. However, he doesn't know whether what he is pursuing now can be called desire...

And this meeting with Song Xiao made him more convinced that the god of fate had put a rope around his throat, leading him to move forward according to the established future.

But even if he is allowed to experience this Prajna fantasy, it is destiny. Even if he has no power to change the future arrangements, he still feels uncontrollable anger! He knows very well what he will see in this fantasy, and those are what he

Memories that he never wants to touch again. In this Prajna fantasy, even memories that are blurry to him will be reproduced with incomparable clarity!

"Yiyu, why are you here?!" A woman's familiar voice sounded from behind, and Du Yiyu's pupils shrank instantly.

"Didn't I ask you to help Mr. Zhao carry the body? Where's the money?" The voice said with a disgusted tone: "Are you causing trouble again, huh?" The voice paused and then said to itself.

: "Zombie transformation? You won't memorize the corpse transformation? Anyway, you won't die if you are bitten twice!"

Du Yiyu finally turned around, and his pupils shrank instantly after seeing that familiar face - the woman who picked him up next to the scattered pieces of his parents in this life, the woman who used him as a money-making tool.

"What's that expression on your face?!" The woman stared, but suddenly she seemed to remember something, and suddenly shouted hysterically: "You little bastard! Don't fucking pretend to be a human being to me, you are simply a monster..."

"The woman wanted to continue talking, but Du Yiyu suddenly waved his hand, and a white light instantly cut the woman in half.

Du Yiyu looked coldly at the woman's surprised expression and disappearing body, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This was the Prajna illusion. Even though he had clearly found the flaw in it, he still couldn't crack it. And this was just the beginning.

The illusion will get closer and closer to the depths of his heart as he fights back...

Du Yiyu looked blankly at the woman walking in the distance again. It turned out that the pain left by this woman who had been raising and using him before he recovered the memories of his previous life was not as strong as he imagined. Otherwise, the pain left by this woman was not as strong as he imagined.

, this woman should not be the first illusion to appear.

Ha, family affection, use and betrayal, these pains that are heartbreaking for ordinary people are only the most superficial injuries to him. Du Yiyu really doesn't know whether to admire himself or pity himself.

"I have long advised my sister not to marry that man, how about it? He is indeed not a human being, otherwise how could he have given birth to a monster like you?! Why should I adopt you? Why should I treat you well? You are the son of a monster!"

There was a bloody hole in the woman's forehead, so much so that one of her eyeballs had slipped out of the eye socket, as if it was about to fall off at any time: "You beast! You immature white-eyed wolf!"

"It's a pity that that man is not a monster, but I am a corpse painter who is worse than a monster." Du Yiyu whispered to himself, but the look in his eyes became colder and colder. He planned to leave immediately after he recovered his memory.

This woman, but on the day when he regained his memory and his abilities gradually awakened, the monster that lived in his kitchen and had always been docile and greedy suddenly went crazy and attacked him like crazy. Unexpectedly, the one who bore the brunt of the attack was

It was this woman.

It is entirely possible for a low-level monster that has been attacked by a corpse painter to go crazy out of fear when suddenly faced with a corpse painter.

If he remembered correctly, the one who caused him to fall into the illusion of Prajna was the one who liked to attack monsters the most!

Du Yiyu ended the illusion of that woman again without any hesitation. Although his childhood memories had complicated feelings for the woman who raised him, it was just an illusion that could not have any effect on him.

The woman disappeared again, and the surrounding suddenly became unusually quiet. But Du Yiyu sat down cross-legged, come on, no matter what the illusion is, come on.

The air became thicker at some point, and the light became dimmer. The ground under his feet was changing in front of Du Yiyu's eyes. Mountain peaks rose up, and peaks fell again. The sound of water suddenly rose, and a river

Quietly appeared not far away. The smoke curled up from the cooking pots, and the villages by the river gradually emerged from the thick air. The sounds of chickens and dogs were heard, and the voices of people were noisy. In a trance, time and space seemed to flow back a thousand years ago - that was the time when the corpse painters were at their peak.
Chapter completed!