Bo Xun took a few steps forward in the vast darkness, but he was not sure if he was really moving forward, because he seemed to be floating in the air, and there was no feeling of stepping on anything under his feet.
After symbolically walking forward, a ray of light suddenly illuminated Bo Xun's surroundings, and he saw a bright auditorium with colorful glass placed around it.
Bo Xun was indeed hanging in mid-air, with rows of seats beneath his feet. After landing and stepping on the ground, he realized that there was a strange familiarity around him.
Bo Xun stood in the aisle between the seats, looked around and saw the podium in front of him. The furnishings all around looked like a church.
"Have I ever been to a place like this?"
Bo Xun raised his feet and walked slowly in the direction of the podium. As he walked, he looked around and saw that there was no living thing except himself.
While Bo Xun was looking at the glass on the side, trying to interpret the meaning of the painting on the glass, he suddenly heard a crisp ringing sound. The ringing sound was not harsh, but it was enough to scare people in the originally quiet environment.
"who?"
After hearing the ringing of the bell, Bo Xun looked towards the podium, but there was still no one on the stage. Bo Xun thought he heard it wrong.
The second bell sounded, coming from behind Bo Xun.
Bo Xun turned around and saw a man wearing a thick white robe. The hat of the white robe was very big, and his face was covered in shadow. Bo Xun couldn't see the man's appearance.
The other party is holding a bell in his hand, which is orange-red.
He shook the bell again, and suddenly there was the sound of the wind blowing the branches and leaves, the chirping of birds playing, and the sound of Bo Xun's own breathing.
No wonder Bo Xun felt something was wrong from the moment the light appeared. It turned out that the sounds around him seemed to be blocked, except for Bo Xun's soliloquy and the first two bells rang.
"Who are you?"
Bo Xun was walking towards that person, when suddenly the other person raised his hand and waved his hand, Bo Xun was pressed to the chair next to him by a force, unable to break free, as if he was fixed to the chair.
Bo Xun watched helplessly as the man passed by him, but for a moment Bo Xun seemed to see purple eyes on one side.
Couldn't he be the first god?
"Let me go!"
Bo Xun struggled for a long time, watching the man walk to the podium, and then slowly took off his hat, revealing a face that looked like a man but not a man, and a face that looked like a woman but not a woman.
The man had heterochromatic eyes, one purple and one brown, and his hair was milky white, with the edges glowing yellow under the reflection of the light. His hair was quite long, tied up and swept from his left shoulder to the front, and the end of his hair roughly reached his abdomen.
When Bo Xun gave up because he really couldn't break free, the man said, "Why are you looking for the memories of the past? Aren't you afraid that these memories will affect you now?"
Bo Xun was stunned and laughed heartily: "You are indeed the first god! Let me tell you, I am not afraid of anything, and having my memory back is just the icing on the cake!"
"You have committed many sins, do you really want to know?"
"Nonsense, I'm already here, just tell me whether you want to see it or not."
The first god sighed, and after holding up his hands, a ray of light appeared, shining on Bo Xun. The intensity of the light made Bo Xun squint his eyes and avoid it, but when the light swallowed up Bo Xun.
Bo Xun suddenly saw a different scene.
It was during a heavy rain, on a viaduct, several police cars surrounded a boy who looked like he was about to jump into the river.
The boy has already stood on the outside of the viaduct, and he will be buried in the river with just one step.
The boy was holding a knife in his hand, and the knife was still stained with blood. I don't know whether it was rain or blood. The boy's hand holding the knife did not tremble, as if he was firm on something.
"Fang Qitian, you are an adult, don't you know that murder is illegal?! You still want to commit suicide to evade criminal responsibility!"
The police shouted at the boy in the rain, but the boy didn't take their words to heart at all.
"How can this be said to be an evasion of responsibility, comrade police? You may think that I am worse than a beast for killing my parents, but when they educated me, I was worse than dead."
The police's current idea is to let the boy survive, but the boy doesn't think so.
"Although I have liked to do things that others would consider bad boys to do since I was a child, no one seemed to care about the reasons why I did them. So when I grew up a little bit, I discovered that since no one cares about the reasons, then just do it.
No reason is needed, just do it for the pleasure of yourself."
The boy lowered his head and looked down at the river surface illuminated by lights in the dark night, with its ripples gleaming.
"Let me tell you, when a person is about to die, his desire to survive will make him very annoying and noisy."
"What do you want to say?" The policeman sensed that the boy was not in a good mood and took a step forward.
The boy inserted the knife into his chest, then pulled it out with force. After feeling the endless pain and bleeding blood, he jumped into the river.
"Hey!" The policemen were all panicked, and several people hurriedly drove a boat to fish him out.
The water in the river was cold, and the boy died due to excessive bleeding and hypothermia.
While Bo Xun was watching, he was still thinking about the relationship between this boy and himself. After hearing the three words "Fang Qitian", he realized that this was the boy's name.
Fang Qitian is Hua Ling’s former name, but this is a man. Could it be from another time and space?
While Bo Xun was thinking, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Bo Xun turned around and saw the boy who was already a spirit.
The boy smiled and said, "I finally came to find my memory. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come with me."
The boy took Bo Xun's hand and headed to another location.
Bo Xun was still confused, so he asked: "Who are you?"
The boy walked forward without looking back: "I am you, and you are Fang Qitian."
Bo Xun frowned and thought: "But Hua Ling is also Fang Qitian."
"Who is Hua Ling?"
After Bo Xun explained to the boy, the boy said: "In this way, she is you in another world. Different worlds have different Fang Qitian. It turns out that you are the god of Hua Ling's original world."
"Am I originally a god?"
"Yes, but because we committed suicide and had deep sins, our souls were punished for a long time and could no longer become humans and gods. So another 'Fang Qitian' became a god in our place."
"Our sin is suicide?" Isn't this sin too common?
"Suicide is indeed a serious crime in the afterlife, but we also have a more serious sin - killing our loved ones with our own hands." The boy spread his hands and smiled, as if he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, and
His behavior on the viaduct was exactly the same.
Bo Xun suddenly realized. He thought about it and felt that there was some reason why he was called the Demon King.