Xiaolan took Baomu's hand, and the two stood in silence for a while.
"Xiaolan," Baomu's voice contained a hint of command, "You come and leave the last door."
Xiaolan thought seriously for a while, raised her head and said, "Brother Baomu, I think... the two of us can walk into the fire and thunder fan together."
"Together?" Baomu seemed to have never had such an idea.
"There is no rule that says two people cannot enter the same door," Xiaolan said seriously, "The worst outcome is to kick us both out at the same time."
Baomu's mentality and expression relaxed a lot.
Xiaolan knelt down and picked up the mask Qin Sicong had placed on the ground. Under the fumigation of the surrounding hot air, the surface of the mask became darker and brighter, and the tentacles were no longer cold, but had a warm and sticky feeling.
"You'd better take this, it might be useful in the future." Baomu said.
Xiaolan did not refuse, grabbed the mask, and walked towards the last door of life with Baomu - Fire and Thunder Eater.
The two looked at each other, Baomu nodded and pulled the door handle.
Inside the door is a dark blue whirlpool, like a deep sea or a starry sky.
Baomu leaned forward curiously, "What is this...ah! -"
Baomu's cry only sounded briefly for a moment, and then disappeared from Xiaolan's ears.
Xiaolan retracted the hand that pushed towards Baomu and watched Baomu's figure disappear into the whirlpool. After swallowing a person, the whirlpool was still flowing quietly. Suddenly, the door slammed shut, and there was a flicker between the cracks in the door.
With golden light, the last door to life is officially closed.
Brother Baomu is still so naive and lacks concentration.
The sixth page of the book in the coffin already states: Only one person can enter through a door.
Xiaolan sighed secretly.
She would really feel uneasy if such a precious wood was thrown into an uncertain hexagram.
Xiaolan held the mask in her arms, took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the door with the Qian hexagram painted on it.
Open the door.
The vortex inside the door is black.
Like ink, the surface of the vortex surges quietly, revealing a trace of dead air.
Xiaolan held the mask tightly with both hands, stepped out with her right leg, and the moment her toes touched the vortex, all the colors in front of her eyes disappeared.
Xiaolan seemed to have returned to the dream she had not long ago. Her body was floating and she couldn't see anything. Then, suddenly, a broad and soft thing supported her. Xiaolan felt herself rolling on that thing. After a while,
, fell from above again, continued to float, fell, and another thing supported him...
From a distant place, a gentle laughter came.
The laughter was so clear.
"When God comes to your village..."
Someone is talking!
Xiaolan opened her eyes instantly.
He was floating in darkness.
The soft touch under her body appeared again, Xiaolan quickly turned over and looked at the thing holding her up.
Pale, cold, and the strange texture on the surface...
Xiaolan raised her eyes.
Nose, lips...
This is a human face.
It's a huge human face.
Soon, Xiaolan slipped from the face and continued to fall. Only then did she see that there were countless faces floating up in the void below, and each face was different.
In my ears, the voice sounded again.
"Your selfishness and arrogance will not destroy God..."
A voice sounded from above the head.
Xiaolan grabbed the edge of a face and let the face lead her up.
The sound is getting closer and closer.
"It will only destroy yourselves."
Above the head, a glimmer of light appeared.
Xiaolan felt a place on her chest heating up. She lowered her head and found that the mask was stuffed into the lapel of her clothes, and a corner of it was exposed. It was it that was heating up.
It was as if I felt some kind of calling.
The scope of the white light grew larger and larger, gradually surrounding Xiaolan and the surrounding faces.
Ta...ta...ta...
It's the sound of water drops falling.
Tick tock…
"Have you thought about it?"
It was another man's voice speaking.
Xiaolan woke up with a start and looked around.
I've seen this myself.
This is where they found Qin Sicong.
It's a house protected by iron gates and walls.
Xiaolan's eyes widened as she walked in this familiar place.
Then, she saw the back of the man sitting on the recliner.
Tick tock...tick tock...
The sound of water dripping came from him.
Xiaolan's footsteps hit the ground without making a sound.
She walked around the couch and walked towards the man.
"I've thought about it."
The man suddenly said.
It was the sound I heard while floating, illusory, soft, and depressing.
"Become a real god?" A man's hoarse and deep voice suddenly sounded from the corner.
Xiaolan was startled and quickly looked towards the place where the sound came from.
In the corner of the living room, there was a hunched black figure. The figure was hidden in the shadow of the wardrobe, and only a vague figure could be distinguished.
The boy on the recliner chuckled.
"I know that's not a real god," the boy slowly sat up, as if about to stand up from the recliner, "I know what a real god looks like."
"But you can become the god we define." The man in the shadow said.
His voice was strange, like he was laughing, but also like he was regretting.
"I'm not interested..." The boy straightened his back and raised his face suddenly, "I just want to be their god."
Xiaolan's heart beat heavily.
The boy's face was red with blood, and the skin had been cut off, leaving only a pair of eyes burning with anger. Blood dripped down his chin and fell onto the mask placed on his legs.
That pitch black mask.
Tick tock...tick tock...
Xiaolan quickly touched the mask in her arms.
Gone.
The boy picked up the mask, stood up from the couch, and limped toward the window.
The night sky outside the window was sparkling with stars.
The man in the shadow moved and seemed to raise his head slightly.
"Have you made your decision?"
The boy nodded, his movements so weak that they were almost indistinguishable.
Although Xiaolan couldn't see the man's face clearly, she felt that he seemed to be smiling.
The man bowed slightly, retreated into the shadows, and disappeared into the shadows.
The boy limped slowly towards the main door and grabbed the door handle with his bloody hands.
Open the door.
Xiaolan felt that her body followed the boy and floated out of the house out of thin air.
At the door, a ragged little boy was sitting on the ground. Seeing the boy go out, he quickly stood up. The little boy's clothes were also stained with blood, and his dirty little face was covered with tears.
Seeing the appearance of a boy, the little boy grinned and cried even harder.
Xiaolan stared at the little boy's aggrieved face and felt it looked familiar.
Qin Sicong?
To be precise, it was the face Qin Sicong used before.
The boy walked up to the little boy, bent down, and handed him the mask in his hand.