hell in disguise

Bo Xun's age is still very young for a god, but if calculated by the time of any other Tao, he is a very old existence.But even after living for such a long time, he has never moved his heart.For a god as noble and powerful as he, mortal love is but an emotion too low.Their spiritual power has already surpassed the stage of longing for carnal pleasure, and they cannot understand why mortals give such a high status to the accidental products produced by sexual impulses to promote reproduction|coitus, and continue to praise them in stories and legends.

Until he went through the life of Shiva.

The powerful obsession released by Shiva at the moment of death was reflected into his consciousness.For a moment, he seemed to be another watching soul in Shiva's body.He can see what Shiva sees and feel all Shiva's feelings, whether it is happiness, guilt, remorse or sadness, he tastes the strong taste of every mortal emotion just like Shiva himself.When it was over and darkness suddenly came and swallowed everything, he even thought he was dying with Shiva.

But when he woke up again, what he felt was an unprecedented coldness.The cold was so merciless and piercing into his skin from every pore of his body.He didn't know where he was, his mind was in a trance, and he almost forgot his identity.He was surrounded by ice and snow, and countless beautiful tall trees made of ice and jade stood around, interweaving into a crystal-like dome.He was shivering, feeling that the pain from being frozen in his hands and feet was gradually turning into numbness. He wanted to move his body, but he only felt that the muscles all over his body were in pain as if they had been torn and stitched together.

The feeling of pain was so strange to him, he only knew that it was very uncomfortable, and he wished it would stop soon.

Is he dying?Desperation emanated from the dream in a trance, and unprecedented fear suddenly seized his mind.

Then, a blue figure gradually emerged from the misty snow mist, paused for a while in the distance, and suddenly walked forward again.Bo Xun blinked slowly, almost thinking that he was still in a dream.

Gannamara...the ghost who was still in his dream just now...in his dream...or another fragrance-seeking ghost, the green-scaled ghost whom he loves deeply.

Bo Xun didn't know what happened before, and he didn't know what he had experienced, but he still remembered those bright yellow eyes, those eyes that had endured endless suffering but were still firm and gentle.He remembered the strong and suffocating nostalgia and heartache, the anger and self-loathing that seemed to belong to him but were so real.It turns out that emotion is such a terrible thing, it can burn people's heart like a house on fire, and it can destroy people's ten thousand years of morality in one fell swoop.

He didn't know who he became in the dream, he only knew that he wanted to catch the blue figure in front of him...

But...but he is Qingwuchang...

He is a man of heaven, and he is the one who wants to kill himself.He didn't know why he dreamed of this green scale ghost, but he couldn't die by his hands.

He still has his mission, and so many creatures are counting on him...

He remembered that he was plotted against by the Three Saints of Lihentian, and then...then he was wrapped in a warm and comfortable darkness, and then there was that weird and vivid dream.He turned into another creature in his dream, a ghost who chose to follow him in hell, sacrificed everything for his lover but didn't let the other party know anything, and even asked himself to give him what he gave him at the last moment happy lover...

That kind of emotion is too deep, so deep that it is shocking.

Crazy...what the hell happened?

Bo Xun wanted to struggle, but found that his body was no longer his own, and he couldn't move at all.The green scale ghost had already come to him, hugged him gently with strength, and poured something strong and choking into his mouth.Before he had time to wonder if it was poison, he felt a refreshing warmth spread from his stomach to his limbs.He drank the wine more greedily, the cold that had frozen him gradually faded away, and he gradually felt that he could move.

But suddenly, Qing Wuchang let go of him as if he had been scalded, and the faint warmth on his body also faded away... Bo Xun groaned, trying to pull the warmth back.But he was so weak, he had never been so weak, and he didn't even know what to do.All he knew was that it felt so bad, that he wanted all the pain to stop, but couldn't.

That Qingwuchang approached cautiously again, and turned his body over slightly.Then Bo Xun saw that stern face, the white hair and scarred horns he had seen in his dream, and those orange eyes full of sadness.

Bo Xun felt a sudden dull pain in his chest, which was the pain that the ghost named Shiva in his dream would feel in his chest every time he saw the face of this chapter.He couldn't open his eyes wide, but some kind of sour heat had gradually welled up in his eyes.

He couldn't tell where the emotion came from, whether it was himself or the dead incense seeker...

Qing Wuchang didn't seem to realize that he was actually sober, he could see the struggle on Kannamara's face several times, and finally he sighed, his expression softened a little.He put something like animal fur on his body on Bo Xun, and lit a fire beside him.

After a while, the coldness on Bo Xun's body that made him so stiff that he couldn't move gradually faded away.He blinked vigorously, shaking off the frost on his eyelashes, and then asked, "This is..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he almost startled himself.How did my voice become like this... It's so horrible... My throat feels as dry as a handful of sand has been stuffed...

Kannamara, who was roasting a piece of meat from an unknown animal, raised his head and stared at him with a cold and creepy expression. Bo Xun suddenly thought that the other party would peel off his skin and roast it on the fire in the next moment eat.

"Say, who are you?"

His voice is exactly the same as in the dream...

For a moment, Boxun inexplicably remembered the way Kannamara moaned|groaned with the same voice in his dream, and thought of the touch of those dark lips on "my" lips...but he stopped himself immediately His thoughts... what was he thinking!

A little impatient, Kannamara cut off a large piece of meat with a knife, stood up and walked towards him, and slapped the meat very roughly towards his mouth.

Bo Xun wanted to refuse in a bit of embarrassment, but the piece of meat was forced into his mouth when he opened his mouth.He almost choked on the strong fishy smell and fatty grease.

Since he was born, he didn't really need food, and even if he ate, he would eat elixir and drink dew and nectar on the sixth day. Where did God eat such a strong taste, and his face wrinkled into a ball.After chewing hard for a few times, he swallowed it whole, and asked with an indescribable expression, "What did you eat for me!"

"Michaellum meat. A lot of fat, which can help you recover your strength." The tone was still very irritable.

Trichinella...he had seen chytrids, the huge, disgusting, fat worms that swarmed in the ditch of hell... His stomach was overwhelmed, and the sour and bitter gastric juices rushed to his throat, and he swallowed them forcefully down.

Qingwuchang became vicious again in an instant, showing two sharp fangs, "From now on, I will ask you questions, and when I don't ask you, shut up."

Bo Xun nodded hesitantly, and answered all Qingwuchang's "interrogations" seriously.But obviously his answer did not satisfy the other party.

It seems a little different from what he saw in the dream. In the dream, even at the saddest moment, there is still some kind of vivid streamer in his eyes.But at this moment, Kannamara's eyes were filled with a silent hole, as if something important was missing.Even that irascibility has lost the vivid breath in the dream, and it has become more like a habitual pale disguise, used to cover up some kind of dying.

Eunna told him that he wanted to find Bo Xun and kill him.At that moment, something hot finally burned in his eyes... hatred, boundless hatred.

Bo Xun felt like his heart was being squeezed hard.He didn't understand why Kannamara hated him so much, he didn't know what was going on in that dream.What is the relationship between him and this Qing Wuchang?

But soon he began to understand.

He understood that the dream was not his dream, but another creature's last obsession before disappearing for him, another living life's complete and cruel life.The incense seeker was one of his many followers, with whom he did not even remember speaking a few words.And the green-scaled ghost in front of him was just one of the minions of the Heavenly Court before that, one of the cowards who was unwilling to fight for his own future, and it didn't have any special meaning.If Asuyun hadn't set up the Yuanxu formation, he would never have known who Gannamara was.

But now he knows, knows too much.

He has seen all the appearances of Qianna.Gloomy, guarded, angry, irritable, happy, innocent, happy, gentle... Various expressions at various times.He has also seen the tragic reincarnation of Kannamara in every life, and his heart has been broken, angry, helpless, and desperate along with Shivamara... He has experienced that heaven and man will never be able to experience Those hot and vivid emotions that made people crazy, and because of his extreme weakness, he lost the barrier of his soul, making him instantly tainted by all these intense emotions like a blank piece of paper.

He took away the impermanence of Kanna Moro, and took away a lover who loved Kanna so deeply.

He never thought that what he did would bring so much pain to those he wanted to save. He just hoped that all the creatures who fell into hell like his own mother would have a chance to be released...

He never thought of hurting a ghost like Qianna...

Guilt was frying his heart like hot oil.Many times, he even wanted to tell Zunna that Bo Xun, whom he hated the most, was right in front of him.

But he is a coward after all...

Although Zunna hated Bo Xun, he didn't seem to hate the other people who followed Bo Xun that much.On the contrary, he even took good care of himself, even if he had a bad attitude, but he gave up the fur to himself, and he didn't seem to intend to hand over himself to Fengdu.

He didn't understand why he wanted to help him?But looking back on everything he saw in his dream, he felt it was so natural.

Eunna was never a cruel creature.He is kind by nature.

He should have been a celestial being...

For a split second, Bo Xun fully understood Shiva's pain.He clearly loves this simple soul who is pushed into hell by fate so deeply, but he himself is the hand that pushes his love into hell.If it was Bo Xun himself, he might never be able to forgive himself.That kind of guilt is enough to destroy any powerful soul.

And Bo Xun himself is being swallowed by guilt?

Qian Na led him slowly away from the Frost Flower Forest, and began to trek across an endless ice field.He obviously can throw himself here, which is considered as the best of benevolence.However, in order to help him escape from hell, Qian Na was even unwilling to use any spells, for fear of attracting other green and red impermanence.The more time he spent with him, the sadder he became.The ever-vibrant Kanna that I saw in my dream is now like an empty shell, as if it doesn't know the cold or the pain.But even though he was in such pain, he was still willing to help the heavenly beings in his camp...

And what shocked him the most was the moment when Dang Qianna saw that he couldn't walk anymore and took the initiative to carry him on his back.

He knew how painful it was for ghosts to touch gods and humans. Every inch of skin contact was like being burned by a hot iron.He tried hard to get rid of this pain, but now the Nirvana Pagoda and the Return of the Six Paths have been destroyed, so the ghosts are once again afraid of contacting the gods.Obviously it should be the most severe pain, but Qian Na just frowned, as if he was already used to all the pain in the world.Even though his skin had started to ooze blood, he still refused to let go of himself.

Bo Xun had never been recited in his life.

Even when he was a child, the mother god never carried him on her back, and even seldom hugged him.He was used to being strong and aloof, but he didn't know that it was such a strange feeling to be protected by a strong and broad shoulder.

He knew that many, many beings were attracted to him, fought and died for him.But at the moment when he was so vulnerable, when he had lost all light and power, when he had become nothing less than the average celestial being, he wasn't sure if the souls who were attracted to him would still believe him to follow. he.

But this Qingwuchang was willing to endure the pain of being scorched to help him and take care of him... searching for food for him and even doing his best to cook the food, fully keeping his body warm.

Except for his mother god, no one has ever been so gentle to him.

He wasn't sure if Shivamara's obsession had affected him. It was too late when he realized that he was becoming more and more dependent on Kannamara.

Gone are the days when the heart is as still as water when the heart is moved.

The problem is, Zunna doesn't know what he's thinking at all, and he doesn't know that he is the god he wants to eat.In Qian Na's eyes, he is just a little fairy whom he helped with little effort.Bo Xun suddenly felt that this was some kind of retribution. Although he used to boast that he was willing to understand everything about hell, he did not really understand any individual living beings. The name of the trillions of beings in hell.But now, it was his turn to be ignored and forgotten by the people he cared about.

"Why did you help me?" Bo Xun once asked cautiously one night when the two of them spent the night in the ice cave.

Qian Na leaned against the cold wall with her eyes closed, and snorted lazily, "What? You want me to hand you over?"

"You should hate me, shouldn't you? I'm Bo Xun's subordinate."

"I don't know you, why should I hate you?"

"But you don't have to help me either."

Jianna slowly opened his eyes and sighed, "Because I don't want you to die, it's that simple. You still look like a child."

Bo Xun was taken aback.

child?

He is obviously the God of the sixth day who has lived for countless kalpas!Since the age of [-], no creature has called him a "child".

"I know, you celestial beings have a long lifespan. But when I look at your eyes, I can tell that you are still a brat." Qianna sneered, but his eyes were filled with sadness, "Shiva said that to me a long time ago. , now I finally understand what he means."

There seemed to be a lump in his throat, and Bo Xun felt it was difficult to breathe.

Eunna looked at him and said earnestly, "Don't be incited to do some stupid things in the future. After escaping to the human world, find someone who can be with you for the rest of your life. Cherish it and live a good life. You think life is long, but in fact But in the blink of an eye, it's all over."

Life after life, never to be separated...

The promise that Shiva once made to him, the promise that could not be kept.

He wants to embrace Zunna, wants to hold his hand, wants to erase the intense sadness in his eyes, wants to give him many, many, happier and better memories, and wants to bury all the suffering.But he can't.He is a celestial being, he will burn the skin of Channa, he is Bo Xun, he is the most hated creature of Channa.

Since the death of Empress Jiutian, he has never felt so uncomfortable.

He wanted to cry, but found that it was too cold, and the tears froze on the side of his eyelashes before they could flow out.

"Zanna, will you remember me?" He wanted his voice not to sound so pitiful.It's funny, but the man he was a few months ago would never have anything to do with the word pitiful.

Qian Na slightly raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to mock him.But his expression changed slightly, softened a little, and said, "Yes. But, don't be seen by me or any ghosts again."

"I will always remember you." Bo Xun looked into Qianna's eyes seriously, and said as if swearing, "I will find a way to pay you back what I owe you."