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Chapter 1332 God Servant
Lan Shuying did not hide any details.

These two have extensive knowledge, and it is very likely that they have visited the purgatory of ancient times. She hopes to obtain valuable clues, even a little bit.

"...Overall, it's not particularly difficult, I can solve it."

As for the difficulty, she picked up some examples and finally commented: "Occasionally, it is a bit troublesome to deal with, but it will be much easier later."

"The second and third times are still the same. I can't find any changes. In terms of specific order, it starts from Tongue Pulling Prison and ends with Swordsaw Prison. Each has its own characteristics..."

Lan Shuying felt that there was nothing missing, raised her eyes and glanced, and added humbly:
"However, I suddenly remembered that this order is a little different from what was recorded in the book, and I don't know why."

"I haven't seen the Red Lotus Prison, and..."

The whisper at the end was immediately caught by Day God. He didn't know what he thought of. He narrowed his eyes and closed his fingers slightly. After a few seconds, he explained in a flat tone:

"The sequence is exactly what you read in the book, until the gods who oversee the Infernal Purgatory fall, the underworld is in turmoil, and in the chaos, the original prisons are pulled to the junction of yin and yang, some are involved in turbulent currents, and some are fused under external forces , increase or decrease, it will change—the Red Lotus Prison and the Love Prison were all added later."

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at his open palm again, watching very intently, not raising his head, not saying much, not wanting to relive the hatred and fear left by that disaster, and not expressing his nostalgia for the old order.

At first, his name was Day, which represented the coming of the light.Later, the ground races were amazed by their many miraculous features, and worshiped the entire race as gods, and there was the saying of innate gods.

Gradually, a silent tacit understanding was formed among the same clan:

Don't show too much emotion in front of other races, especially if you feel pain.

why?
No reason.

"..."

Lan Shuying grasped the key point from this passage, her eyes lightened slightly, and she repeated: "The god who supervises the endless purgatory?... Xingshen, prostitute?"

Zhoushen was a little surprised, he thought it was Elder Hui who had told her, and responded softly: "En."

The hands of the wall clock moved slowly.

Tick, tick.

The voice has no character of peace of mind, it only tinges the silence with restlessness.

Most of Lan Shuying's mind was on the wall clock, but she didn't think about anything else. While looking at the time, she asked, "After the death of Xingshen, will there be anything else left besides the bones, such as... thoughts?"

She wanted to confirm whether the voice she heard was the true God of Punishment.

"Theoretically there shouldn't be."

"...If there is, don't be surprised."

Day God said two ambiguous nonsense, and added with a blank expression: "The mind belongs to the category of the spirit. It is harvested and born in the undercurrent of the dark sea. He is a feminine god, and he is even better in this respect."

The simple understanding is...

"Assuming he once left a thought on purpose, it will definitely last for a long time."

"You ask... did you meet him in the Horcrux?"

If this is the case, there may be important information in the so-called Purgatory Pass that he wants to convey to future generations, or to survivors like them, and it is probably related to that person... Day God faintly began to look forward to the answer, and he smelled it Something I was waiting for.

"Maybe? In fact, it's not so much like a mind. He gave me the feeling... a bit rigid." Lan Shuying recalled.

That voice can only call "Pass" mercilessly, without any other words, just like a program set in advance, the recorder that comes with the level, a screw in the system... In short, it doesn't look like a real person.

That's why she wondered if it was a residual thought.

Day God and Hui Lao looked at each other, as if they were enlightened.

Lan Shuying noticed their reactions, and she was in a delicate mood: Could it be that you really met your old acquaintances?Don't think about revealing a little more?Hey?Hey? ?

The rhythm of the battle inside was getting more and more intense, and she could not be distracted for a long time. Finally, she checked the time on the wall clock, and she raised her voice slightly: "Hey, let's not talk about it, I will continue to try..."

The split soul slowly retreated towards the exit.

"Wait a moment."

Hui Lao suddenly stopped her.

Lan Shuying's feet were covered with mist, and she turned back with a smooth movement, and said with a smile, "Huh? What's the matter?"

Mr. Hui was fiddling with the coins he found out from nowhere, and it looked like he had just used them.

"You said that the black prison was transformed from the bones of Lu Shou, and that Xianghuai was approved by the soul stone of the black prison. I have calculated both of these two things—he didn't lie."

Zhoushen raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, suppressing his fatigue, followed Hui Lao's end and reminded:
"One thing to pay attention to—the soul stone may represent Lishou. This kind of 'recognition' cannot prove that Xianghuai is the one chosen by Lishou, and it is even more impossible for him to be the new master of the black prison."

Regarding the second point, Lan Shuying can understand it very well, because the black prison is the corpse of Lu Shou. Thinking about the dispute between the God of Day and the God of Night, the root cause is here:

Day God firmly opposed to collecting the remains of the same race for processing and transformation, but Night God insisted on doing so. They fought to the end, and the defeated Day God was imprisoned in Guixu, which was very miserable.

It can be seen from this that if the Black Prison Soul Stone was formed by Lu Shou's thoughts, it is impossible for him to let people play with his corpse.

But Xianghuai is not the chosen one, he just has the seed of talent to summon projection...

Lan Shuying hesitated for a few seconds: "So he..."

"Servant of God."

Elder Hui replied decisively, and said with a little disdain: "This is also an argument to raise his status. You should have heard that nowadays, there are all kinds of guys on the ground who claim to be gods, and many of them were once servants of gods."

Yes, she knows.

The story of the slave bullying the master coincided with the fate of the ancient gods, and almost wiped out their clan.

Well, why mention this to her?
Day God said quietly: "It's a servant, not a master. Xianghuai can draw power from the black prison, but has no right to change the rules of the black prison."

rule?

such……

Lan Shuying was completely awakened!
It coincided with her speculation, and she couldn't help but want to ask more, to verify how accurate her thinking was.

Day God understood her thoughts very well and said:

"The so-called Purgatory Gate in front of you, or the assessment set by the Black Prison earlier, or the projection based on real things, you can think about how to crack it from this aspect, you go."

It can be seen from those tired and closed eyes that he only intends to say so much, and the next thing is for the listener to decide.

"……it is good."

Lan Shuying nodded.

Under Hui Lao's silent gaze, the split soul quickly exited the barrier in the direction it came from.

She wanted to find a secluded place to be alone, because she was about to switch to a new level, which happened to be the kind of "a bit troublesome to handle" mentioned earlier, and she had to focus and stop listening to their gossip.

She won't go very far.

Old Hui's fighting power cannot be counted on, but Day God has such a big protective umbrella ready-made, so it's useless...wait a minute!
A scene suddenly flashed in her mind, and Lan Shuying thought of the abnormality on the shoulder of Day God—obviously it was a burn mark.Also possessing the ability of flames, she is no stranger to this method of hemostasis, and there are extraordinary methods in extraordinary times.

The point is that there is something invisible to the naked eye in the wound, which makes her feel familiar.

Lan Shuying tried hard to recall, it should have been a long time ago, in the courtyard of Guixu...

It was the same when she first saw the scar on the other person's body, the oppressive and ominous aura...

That is, a curse?
Curse from Night God?
(End of this chapter)