"Soul Capturing Technique?" Amidst the cheers of the Ghost King's ministers, Wu Zhiqi saw the Ghost King's handprint and immediately recognized the magic that the Ghost King used.
It is said that this technique can evoke the most terrifying memories deep in the heart of the soul that has been attacked, and then cause these horrific memory scenes to be repeated continuously in the consciousness of the soul that has been attacked. The soul that was forced to be attacked is in a coma, unable to stop.
He kept recalling those horrific scenes until his spirit collapsed.
Once the trapped soul falls into memories, it will not wake up on its own. When it wakes up, it will become crazy and will never be conscious from then on. Many of them have even been captured before they wake up.
Scared to death.
But even though this technique is so powerful, as long as the soul that is struck is disturbed by external forces, it will wake up from the technique, and the caster can no longer control the opponent's consciousness.
In shock, Wu Zhiqi was about to rush forward to help Xiao Shizhu unlock this technique, but Yingzhao raised his hand to stop him.
"What are you doing?" Wu Zhiqi stared at Yingzhao with confusion in his eyes and roared. If other people's souls were hit by this move, he would just walk away without paying attention, but at this time, it was Xiao Shizhu who was hit, so he couldn't
in spite of.
Wu Zhiqi was very grateful to Wu Zhiqi for helping him break away from the Mo family, and also helped him clean up his bad reputation as a pirate, giving him and his tribe a chance to live a good life.
Although he usually didn't like to repay words with words, he kept this kindness in his heart. Anyone who dared to make trouble with Xiao Shizhu would be in trouble with him, so he wanted to rush forward to save the other party desperately. But he never thought that he would be killed.
Yingzhao, who had quick eyes and quick hands, was stopped.
"This is a one-on-one duel, Wu Zhiqi, please don't get in the way." Yingzhao said coldly. After speaking, he glanced at the anger and shock in Wu Zhiqi's eyes and said, "You have to believe my brother.
He has the strength to defeat everything, including the fear deep in his heart." After speaking, he slowly lowered his hand and stopped trying to stop Wu Zhiqi.
As for how to choose, it is up to Wu Zhiqi to think about it himself.
In his consciousness, Xiao Shizhu held his breath and looked up blankly at the top of his head. There was a bit of curiosity in his chest, but more of it was inexplicable nervousness and uneasiness.
Under the water, a bamboo forest gradually emerged. In the open space in front of the bamboo forest, there were three old houses with wooden walls and white tiles. Judging from the appearance of the tiles, these seemed to be human buildings.
The three rooms are arranged in a "pin" shape, close together, and form a courtyard with the walls on both sides of the gate. In the courtyard, there is an old hen with more than a dozen chicks digging the soil on the ground.
From the chimney on the roof of a house, curls of smoke rise from it and float into the distance. The wind waves blow by and the bamboo forest behind the house fills the small courtyard with comfort and tranquility.
Suddenly, Xiao Shizhu saw a boy about five years old, wearing brand new clothes and pants, holding matches and firecrackers, appearing in the yard. The little boy in the reflection squatted down by the firewood pile in the corner of the yard, and seemed to
Feeling that Xiao Shizhu was looking at him, he also turned to look at Xiao Shizhu and smiled softly.
The moment the boy turned back, Xiao Shizhu was stunned and speechless. The little boy also had a jade face, a tall nose with long eyebrows on both sides, and a pair of bright eyes like stars under his eyebrows.
When their eyes met, Xiao Shizhu had a splitting headache. That face, the face of the little boy, was very familiar to him. That was what he looked like when he was a child, or in other words, it was him when he was a child. In an instant, the dust was covered
Memories rushed out of his mind like a flood, causing him to tremble all over. He quickly squatted down with his head in his hands, not daring to look up at the top of his head again; his eyes were full of fear and panic.
But he never thought that at the moment when he curled up and squatted down, the water that should have been above his head suddenly appeared at his feet. Just as he was holding his head and bowing his head, his eyes looked at his own memories again.
He tried desperately to avoid it, but found that his body could not move. He wanted to close his eyes, but found that he could only keep them open.
Xiao Shizhu was about to collapse. Looking at him in the reflection, he happily inserted the firecrackers into the pyre, lit them, covered his ears and ran away. When the firecrackers exploded, he ran back with a face of joy and stood in the pyre.
Plug in firecrackers, light them, cover your ears and run away.
Every time the firecrackers exploded, sparks flew into the depths of the firewood pile and onto the straw pile and gasoline barrels nearby. Then the little boy got tired of playing and lit a bunch of firecrackers, along with the matches.
After throwing it away casually, he turned around and went out to play.
But he never thought that he would throw the firecrackers and matches to the gasoline barrel next to the firewood pile without any deviation.
"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it." The trembling Xiao Shizhu, with tears in her eyes, kept repeating with a cry: "I really didn't mean it, I didn't mean it." Self-blame and regret
, it kept rolling in his heart.
After a moment, the small courtyard in the reflection suddenly burst into flames; the fire was like the sun, and the flames surrounded the entire small courtyard like life. The tongues of fire kept spitting out, fast and urgent, devouring everything unscrupulously. In the blink of an eye,
, the entire small courtyard was enveloped in flames; and Xiao Shizhu, a child, knelt in front of the courtyard door at this time, looking at the increasingly fierce fire, wailing and shouting hysterically: "Father! Mother!".
Then when he was a child, he was about to rush into the sea of fire desperately, but he was held tightly by the people who came to put out the fire. This fragmentary memory that had been dusted for many years reappeared in front of Xiao Shizhu's eyes. Guilt, self-blame and discomfort
, intertwined in his chest, making it difficult for the seven-foot-old man to breathe and at the same time burst into tears.
"Oh." The ghost king's voice, which had disappeared for a long time, came again, sometimes far and sometimes close, sometimes light and sometimes heavy: "This is your fear." The voice sounded like a ghost, sometimes ringing in his left ear, sometimes again.
drifted to his right ear.
"How does it feel to have your parents burned to death at such a young age?" Just as Xiao Shizhu's body was shaking more violently, the ghost king's voice sounded in his ears again: "Pain? Self-blame? Or happiness?
?Or excited?”.
"I'm not, I didn't mean it." Xiao Shizhu's two rows of teeth kept chattering. He covered his ears hard, but he could still hear the proud voice of the Ghost King.
"Yes, but your parents were still burned to death by you. This is an unchangeable fact." The Ghost King said again, his tone full of schadenfreude.
"I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it." Xiao Shizhu looked frightened, with tears in his eyes. He wanted to escape from this place, but he still couldn't move.
"Burn your parents to death, don't you feel any guilt at all?" The ghost king's voice sounded again. Just as the voice sounded, Xiao Shizhu's surroundings became no longer dark. Everything around him turned into water. He
That painful memory keeps replaying under the water in Liufangshang.
As soon as the Ghost King finished speaking, Xiao Shizhu heard another woman saying softly to him: "Don't listen to his nonsense." For some reason, Xiao Shizhu felt that the voice was familiar and kind. The nervousness and fear in his heart,
All negative emotions such as guilt and self-blame disappeared with the sound of the voice.
Xiao Shizhu was slightly startled, then subconsciously raised his head and put down his hand. However, he saw that the characters around him changed again, turning into an endless scene of stars.
The starry sky thousands of miles away made Xiao Shizhu feel like he was in space. The stars around him were so peaceful and silent, and the soft light they emitted made him feel very at ease. Sometimes there were a few shooting stars, dragging their long tails,
Sliding down from a distance is so pleasant.
There were two people standing in front of him, or rather two demons. One man and one woman, both had human bodies but no legs. Below the waist was a long snake tail, and the silver scales sparkled under the soft light of the stars.
.
The man holds the ritual, with a golden crow floating above his head, surrounded by nine fist-sized colorful boulders. The woman holds the ritual, with a jade rabbit on her head. A red shawl seems to be alive, dancing around her.
Dance.
"Human Emperor Fuxi and Nuwa Empress?" Xiao Shizhu rubbed his eyes hard and stared at them for a long time. After realizing that they were exactly the same as the mythical gods Fuxi and Nuwa, he said blankly: "I am dreaming.
, or died again?”.
"This silly boy." Nuwa smiled, stretched out her hand to him, and pulled him up from where he was squatting on the ground. Fuxi looked at his stupid appearance, and also laughed, and said: "He has never seen us like this before.
Let’s change his appearance to one he is familiar with.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Nuwa nodded her head. Then they turned their bodies around. Xiao Shizhu's eyes dazzled and he saw that they had changed their appearance. Nuwa turned into a tall figure with extremely beautiful appearance.
A young woman with a faint smile. Although her clothes are simple, her whole body exudes a graceful and elegant temperament.
Fuxi, on the other hand, has turned into a middle-aged man. His appearance is quite similar to Xiao Shizhu, but he is half a head taller than Xiao Shizhu. On his amiable face, his eyes are slightly closed, and there is a frown between his eyebrows.
A little bit of contentment.
"Haha." Xiao Shizhu was stunned, and the surprise on his face was gradually replaced by joy and excitement. After a while, he let out a silly laugh, and then desperately threw himself into Nuwa's arms. He didn't know where to start from a thousand words.
It just turned into a tearful sentence: "Dad, Mom, I miss you." As soon as the words fell, the tears that had been in the eyes rushed out.
After finishing speaking, he could not utter another word.
In his eyes, the two people around him were not gods, but just parents. In his heart, he did not feel the pride and pride of being the son of a god, but only the joy and excitement of being reunited with his parents.
Nuwa's eyes were filled with love as she looked at Xiao Shizhu in her arms, raising her hands to gently wipe away his tears; Fuxi also came over, stretched out his broad palm again, and touched Xiao Shizhu's head.
Finally, the two said in unison: "Son, we miss you too." Being called son by his parents was his biggest wish for many years.
After a while, Xiao Shizhu felt that he had lost his composure, so he reluctantly left Nuwa's arms, looked at Nuwa or his mother, and then turned to look at Fuxi, or his father.
He asked blankly: "Did I die again?".
"Silly boy, this is called the Divine Consciousness Mirroring Technique. We are nothing more than phantoms transformed by a touch of Divine Consciousness that was left in your body. You are living well." Nuwa smiled at him and said to Fu Xi:
"We haven't seen each other for a few years, and our son has grown so big.".
When she said this, Xiao Shizhu, who had always been shameless, actually lowered his head, his cheeks turned slightly red, and he became embarrassed.
"I have always wanted to see you again, even in a dream." He lowered his head and whispered: "I know it was my fault that day. I was wrong. I shouldn't have been in the yard.
Playing with firecrackers beside the firewood pile. I apologize to you, can you forgive me?" As he said that, he bent his knees and knelt down in front of his parents. The tears that he had finally put away slowly flowed out of his eyes again.