Others can do tricks like changing faces as fast as her.
These are just residual obsessions. They are not human at all. They are unable to think normally. It is instinctive to say and do until death.
The Cat God kept pushing Lai Lai inside the golden book, and even started to tremble, "Look, I just said that I won't die for a while. These teachers of mine were like this before, but I am more unlucky. I
I first met them when they were still sober, and after going through many hardships, I got the inheritance. I was originally very happy to thank them."
"Who would have thought that they would fall out all at once." It's still horrifying to think about it. "They said they would let me stay with them forever, and even built a coffin for me."
Yin Nian: "..."
"But you can't run away now." Cat God said easily, "Just stay and check the situation. You can't run out anyway."
Yin Nian: "..."
She wished she could shake her neck and pluck all the hair out of this cat ancestor who seemed to be gloating about his misfortune.
But those skeletons were already very enthusiastically pushing Yin Nian deeper.
"Come on, let's go home."
"Are you sleepy? Are you tired? Are you hungry?"
Such blurted out words were something I often asked when I was still alive. At this moment, there are still such questions in the obsession's subconscious, but they are not enough to support them to actually bring Yin Nian something to eat.
People just ask.
There was no need for Yin Nian to answer. Even when Yin Nian tried to answer, she covered her mouth with a slap.
"Okay, let's take a rest."
"Disciple, I haven't seen you for a long time." There was no expression in their empty eyes, but their tone was still full of affection, "You have grown taller."
He touched Yin Nian's head again.
Lamented: "There are only a handful of Maomao left."
Yin Nian: "..."
She is a talkative person, and when she came here she didn't know what to say.
But at least the skeletons surrounding her dispersed a lot.
She could also see what was going on around her.
Just this sight made Yin Nian suffocate on the spot.
This place is not deep underground, it seems to be a huge and independent space, with various things built of bones in it.
A flower pot is surrounded by small ribs, and a skull is planted on the flower pot, and the tip of the bone is cut out to form a flower.
There are also small beds one after another, also made of dense blood and bones.
"These bones are left behind by those true gods whose obsessions have dispersed. Once their obsessions disappear, these bones will be no different from stones."
"Oh, and the bones of those who were left alive as sacrifices."
"These teachers of mine would occasionally feel bored when they were sober, and would build something with the broken bones here. You can guess some of their preferences from the things they made, such as the pot of flowers, which a certain person liked to take care of during his lifetime.
The true gods of flowers and plants stick together bit by bit." Cat Ancestor kept explaining to Yin Nian.
But it wasn't these bones that surprised Yin Nian.
She swallowed the shock that welled up in her throat and said reluctantly: "None of this is important! Look at the people lying on the bed!"
"They...they...are alive?"
That's right.
Hundreds of people were lying neatly on those beds made of bones.
These people seemed to be dead and motionless, with their eyes closed tightly like corpses, but their chests were heaving.
These people were all unkempt, and their clothes were tattered and dirty. If some of them had not been covered with scruffy beards, it would be impossible to tell the difference between men and women.
"Oh, these?" the cat ancestor said in a tone as if he had just remembered these little things, "These people are 'almost', you don't need to pay too much attention to them."
Almost?
What's worse?
…
"Mu Yang, if you are still confused, you may become an 'almost' in the sacrifice field. You will not be able to get the inheritance and your mind will be lost, and you will be left here forever!" Feng Qing lifted Mu Yang, who was still a little distracted, from the ground.
Pull it up.
"Your father has told you this a long time ago, right?"
Feng Qing was so happy because 'Yin Nian is dead' that she couldn't suppress the huge joy in her whole body. As she spoke, she felt that all the big rocks in her heart had been lifted away.
The voice became lighter and lighter, "We came here to get the inheritance, naturally we came with the belief that we must get the inheritance."
"But the worst outcome is actually not death, nor not receiving the inheritance."
"It's about those people who have clearly been recognized by Can Nian to enter the real inheritance space, but because they can't pass the final test, they are 'almost' every time!"
"Those people will be trapped in it forever, gradually losing their minds, becoming crazy and insane, and will never be willing to leave, but will be trapped forever, and will always be 'almost'."
"We can't get the inheritance."
"But you must not lose your mind and become the 'almost' inside."
Mu Yang lowered his head.
A pair of eyes were full of ups and downs, and I didn't know what I was thinking.
After a long time, his shoulders trembled and he slowly stood up straight.
"She won't die, she must not be dead."
"A person like her would never die so quietly!"
"Even if you die, there will be no remains of your body."
Feng Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes so hugely on the spot that she almost rolled her eyes out.
Mu Yang didn't know whether he listened to Feng Qing's words or turned a deaf ear and was immersed in his own world.
But the decision he finally made was the same as Feng Qing's.
That is to enter the depths of the festival!
He wanted to find those who were obsessed with taking action against Yin Nian and ask them personally.
"She won't die, I don't believe she is dead!" At the same time.
Ruan Qingjuan was also trembling all over.
Next to her, An Wan burst into tears.
Zhou Shaoyu endured his grief.
But it is true that Yin Nian was killed by such an attack.
He knew that Ruan Qingjuan actually valued Yin Nian more than any of them, so it was normal for him to be reluctant to accept the fact.
"Chief Ruan, you have to cheer up, we are too weak now and can't do anything to help her, that's why she's like this!"
Zhou Shaoyu wiped his eyes fiercely, "Staying where you are is not only useless, it will also attract people from the West District. So Yin Nian is not in vain..." Did he die in vain?
But he didn't say this out loud.
Ruan Qingju closed her eyes with difficulty.
Her shoulders slumped, and she felt that every breath she took into her lungs in the West District was cold, making her blood run cold.
After a long time, he clenched his fists again and said with difficulty: "You are right."
the other side.
Yuan Jie's eyes dimmed.
"We have really searched for that place, and even after digging three feet in the ground we couldn't find her. Give up, Yuan Jie." The people from the Blue Ocean Mercenary Association sighed.
The bearded man couldn't stand the look on her face, which showed that she had lost all her backbone.
He grabbed her collar and said harshly: "If you still have some backbone!"
"Just cheer me up, there won't be anyone in our mercenary guild who can't get back up after a fall!"
"Get the inheritance!"
"Avenge her!"
"Those who used to embarrass her and hurt her will be up to you to kill them when you become stronger!"
He roared and roared back some of Yuan Jie's soul.
She suppressed the sense of absurdity and sadness in her heart.
Lift your feet and walk forward firmly.
As for the Eastern District, the entire Eastern District is completely confused.
My mind is full of it.
What to do?
The god's old lover was killed in a bomb?
They didn't take action and just watched.
Will the Divine Lord blame it? But the Divine Lord’s love is gone, but will he really not blame it?
What to do now?
"Brother." Until the two children picked up halfway said in a deep and lifeless voice, "Keep going forward."
Qiu Dai and Xiao Kui raised their heads.
His two pairs of red bloodshot eyes were full of maturity that did not match his age.