Chapter 20 Chapter 19

Xiang wanted to hold her back, but stopped again. Her eyes fell on the tomb where Chong Jie stood. Less than two zhang is not an unreachable distance. Although she lost her internal strength, her lightness skills were not greatly affected. Trembling, the young woman forced her bruised and swollen arm into the stone jar. However, this time, Chong Jie looked at them not happily, but very gloomy and melancholy, as if the piercing pain also fell on him at that moment. The child's blood dripped from his clothes and stained the tall tomb. At this moment, Xiangsi's figure flew up like a red cloud, and a slender hairpin appeared in her hand, and she stabbed at Chongjie who was still in deep thought.

All the internal energy in her body was sealed, therefore, what this stab took was his heart. The hairpin is tempered with poison that can paralyze people.If this thorn can hit the heart, even if they have no internal strength, it can help them escape. Chong Jie was still holding the baby in his arms, standing quietly in the evening wind, not evading. At the moment when the hairpin was about to touch his white robe, Xiangsi suddenly felt that his body had turned into a white light, as if he was still in front of his eyes, and seemed to have changed his position. Then her wrist was numb, and she was already held by Zhong Jie.

Chong Jie didn't look at her, and took her forward.She couldn't stop at all, and rushed towards the edge of the tomb. Just as she was about to fall off the high platform, her figure suddenly froze, but he had already grabbed her waist from behind. He held the baby in one hand, and tightly held her waist with the other, but deliberately hung most of her body outside the high platform—as long as he let go, she would fall into the loess and bones. The two became extremely close for a moment, and Acacia almost completely fell into his arms.She blushed and was about to struggle angrily.

Chong Jie leaned over to her ear, and said softly: "Look quickly." Where he stretched out his finger was the young woman trembling in the dust. The young woman tightly wrapped her body in a thin garment, trembling constantly, but her lips were completely purple. She seemed to have sunk into the depths of an invisible iceberg. Chong Jie stared at the poor young woman, and sighed softly behind Acacia: "Mountains of swords and seas of fire, ice and purgatory... Do you see this, this is maternal love, how great it is." When he said this, there was no usual sarcasm in his tone, but a deep sadness.

Acacia was taken aback—could this demon be moved sometimes?So, will he let the mother and son go early? Zhong Jie suddenly smiled: "How can I have the heart to interrupt her." With a light finger, he tapped on the Yuanye acupoint under Acacia's rib: "Sit down and appreciate it. Only then will you understand how painful it is for a mother who lost her child." When he said the last word, his face under the mask suddenly changed, and his voice trembled slightly. It seemed that in an instant, the whole person was plunged into painful and sad memories. He stopped talking and sat on the high platform.Silently watching the mother endure the pain of seven levels of purgatory, silently watching the face of the baby in her arms gradually turn blue.

The dim twilight enveloped the whole city, his thin body looked so small and pale under the slanted monument. He was like a lonely child playing cruel games in a dark corner. Just as children pour boiling water into an anthill, tear apart reptiles, and roast earthworms on a fire... It is a wanting evil, a simple brutality. The seventh severe pain finally passed. The young woman gasped for a long time before lifting her pale face from the dust and staring at him blankly. She no longer had the strength to speak. Chong Jie looked at the baby in his arms, turned his head and sighed to Xiangsi: "The game is over." He waved his sleeves to unlock Xiangsi's acupuncture points, and jumped down from the tomb with her in his arms.

The young woman didn't know where the strength came from, she struggled to stand up, and stretched out her hand tremblingly to him. This hand was swollen and dirty, and the nails on all five fingers were peeled off due to the struggle, but the arm was still intact, without a single tooth mark of a poisonous snake. She endured seven heart-piercing pains with only one arm. Because, she still has another arm to hug her child. This is a mother's last hope. Zhong Jie stared at her, and suddenly sighed heavily: "What a great mother. Unfortunately, you are too late." He gently pushed the baby into her arms.

It was already a cold and pale corpse. The young woman looked at the baby in her arms in astonishment, as if she still couldn't believe this fact. She shook the child's body desperately, but the child was like a stone drained of life, and would never make a sound again! Suddenly, the young woman uttered a desperate cry. What kind of faith is needed to support her weak body and endure the seven kinds of sufferings in purgatory?Her life has long been overdrawn, only because of the crying of the child, she remained in this world.Now, her last bit of strength, confidence, and hope collapsed at this moment, and her whole body fell into the dust like a rotten tree.

She seemed to have also turned into a skeleton on the ground, and was buried in the loess in an instant. Chong Jie stared at the dust under his feet, and his voice was a bit hoarse: "I must kill her. Because this is our holy city, no one else should enter." He raised his head slowly, and there were tears in his eyes, but he didn't know who he was mourning for? He is like a child without moral concepts, tearing up his prey cruelly, and weeping sincerely while facing the blood everywhere. Chong Jie said softly: "Everyone who enters will die." His gaze gradually fell on Xiangsi's face: "But you know, why did I arrest her to enter?"

Xiangsi seemed to have just woken up from a huge shock, she slowly shook her head, stepped back step by step, and said sadly: "I know you are crazy!" Chong Jie's voice was full of sadness: "I snatched her in just to find out one thing, a thing that has troubled me for many years." His eyes became infinitely gentle, and he cast his eyes deeply on the huge tomb, and said softly: "I just want to know how my mother died." Xiangsi shook her head: "You, your mother?" Chong Jie looked up at the sky full of yellow dust, and seemed to be stuck in deep memory: "Have you heard of the legend of the Three Linked Cities?"

Acacia hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. Chongjie sighed and said: "A long time ago, there was a race called Feitian. It means demons who are opposite to the gods. It is what you call Asura. A great king appeared in a certain Asura clan. , completed the asceticism enough to shake the world. Brahma, the god of creation, appeared, and he decided to give the Asura King a blessing. The Asura King said that he wanted an eternal city." There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhongjie's eyes: "Unexpectedly, Brahma said: 'My child, nothing in this world is eternal.' So King Ashura proposed that only Shiva, the God of Destruction, can destroy this city. Brahma finally agreed. His request. Then, King Asura used up all the gold, silver, and iron to build three connected cities, namely the City of Gold, the City of Silver, and the City of Black Iron. The Sanlian City was destroyed. Later, the Sanlian City continued to expand and reached the heavenly court, which finally aroused the dissatisfaction of the gods. In the end, the gods really asked Shiva to come out of the mountain. On a certain evening, they broke the city with an arrow. At that moment, prosperity and prosperity The city of gold and the city of silver disappeared completely, and only the city of black iron was buried deep underground." Xiangsi seemed to think of something, she looked at the dilapidated city around her, and seemed to think of something: "Could it be here..." Chong Jie nodded: "We are in this black iron city buried deep underground." Xiangsi shook her head in astonishment, it's not that she has never heard the story of the Three Linked Cities, but this is just a distant legend from a foreign country, how could it appear by her side? Chong Jie seemed to understand her thoughts, and said with a slight sneer: "All legends are the same. Whether a legend is true or not does not depend on where it came from, but on how many traces it left in the world." He suddenly waved his sleeves, pale The robe sleeves swept across the dusty sky, drawing an arc-shaped trace. Pointing to the distant ruins, he mockingly said, "Don't you think that all this is just a legend, standing in the ruins, suffering from dust and fear?" Acacia raised her head and looked into the distance, the wild smoke was endless, and the edge could not be seen.Only this city, which was once extremely prosperous but destroyed in an instant, actually stood beside her, exuding the breath of corruption and death. She could no longer argue and was speechless for a long time, so she could only ask: "What does this legend have to do with your mother?" A sting suddenly flashed through his eyes that were so transparent, he said softly, "I am the last descendant of this race." Xiangsi looked at him in disbelief: "You mean, you are a descendant of the Asura royal family?" Chong Jie ignored her surprise, and said lightly: "We are the purest blooded royal family, only the eldest son can inherit the strength of the father's generation, so we only inherit the only bloodline from generation to generation. Our mission is to protect this underground city , waiting for Brahma to come again, and rebuild the great city of three cities." Xiangsi shook her head: "Brahma is the god of creation. Even in mythology, he has been asleep for thousands of years. How could he come again? Are you really crazy?" Chongjie said: "That's why we have to practice asceticism for generations in order to move the heavens. Just like what the Asura king did back then." He sighed heavily: "However, those terrible ascetic practices have greatly damaged our spirituality. The body, most of us will die before the age of thirty. Therefore, in order to continue the descendants, every Asura king must complete the ceremony of coming of age on his eighteenth birthday." Xiangsi asked suspiciously: "What is the gift of adulthood?" Chong Jie's smile was a bit self-deprecating: "That is, find a woman, imprison her in this stone room, and let her breed the only descendant for us." His voice suddenly became cold, looking back at the huge stone room, Said: "Eighteen years ago, my mother was imprisoned here." Acacia's eyes moved to the tombstone, and the two snakes entangled with each other revealed a hidden hint. ——Or, this is not a tomb, but the place where the Asura kings of all ages completed the reproduction ceremony? Chongjie said softly: "From the day I can remember, my mother has been a cold skeleton. There is a doubt that has been circling in my mind for many years. Until ten years ago, my father faced the five declines of heaven and man, I was about to die, so I couldn't help but asked him the cause of his mother's death. He said that he didn't hurt her, but just imprisoned her. When I was three years old, my mother died of illness..." Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, grabbed Xiangsi's shoulders, and his white robe, which was blown up by the wind, fluttered freely in the yellow dust, like a demon that had broken free from a spell. He hissed, "But he lied to me!" Xiangsi suddenly felt a sharp pain in her shoulders and almost passed out. Chong Jie pushed her away, his clear eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he hissed: "I have just witnessed how he killed my mother! He didn't use a sword or magic power. He just killed my mother. Take her away from her arms and leave her alone in the dark and narrow stone room! Do you know how cruel this is?" Xiangsi fell into the loess, looking up at his anger and pain. The horror in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by deep compassion. He stood on the tombstone and the bones, with endless desolation behind him.Ruxue's long hair and loose robe fluttered in the air, but he was as pale as paper, setting off his thin and frail figure extremely desolately. In this deserted city, there is no demon king, only a hurt and abandoned child struggling desperately in pain. He looked up to the sky and laughed, but his laughter was choked with sobs: "It is a torture that is more cruel than freezing, burning, ant eating, car cracking, mausoleum... more painful than the fire of purgatory!" Suddenly, he stopped laughing, and his waving hands stopped in the air, drawing a sad arc. He knelt down in the direction of the stone room, his voice hoarse like a dream: "Three years, three years before she died in despair." "It's been a long time..." Xiangsi's heart felt sore, she gently put her hand on his shoulder, and was about to comfort him, but he suddenly raised his head, a sneer of resentment slowly emerged from his eyes.