jdhmnovel Chapter 447 Central Plains Official Seal
Chapter 447 Central Plains Official Seal
Su Mohui's heart suddenly stopped, her face full of confusion, and she blurted out, "Have you seen them?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she began to wonder in her heart, something is not right, it seems that she has never brought Xiaoguang into the underworld, so where did he hear these things?
"Sister, you forgot. I was reborn because of you. Before..." Xiaoguang said, the light in his eyes dimmed quietly, and his tone unconsciously became a little lower, as if shrouded in a faint haze. "Before I was set as the Puppet King, Sister's Netherworld had already reappeared in the game."
Is that so? Su Mohui felt her head getting heavy, and she raised her hand to press her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
Memories of the past surged in her mind like a tide. In a trance, she seemed to remember that Fengdu City did appear in the game, and she herself had even enthusiastically gone to the Nether Sea dungeon more than a dozen times.
But Xiaoguang at that time, the original Puppet King...could it be that he "witnessed" all this in some special way?
Thinking of this, Su Mohui looked at Xiaoguang with a bit more exploration and curiosity in her eyes. This seemingly simple boy seemed to have far more secrets than she had imagined.
"So that's how it is." Su Mohui nodded slightly, looking thoughtful. Her gaze moved away from Xiaoguang and turned to the group of indigenous people lying in a mess on the ground.
They had dark skin, their faces distorted with pain or fear, and they mumbled incoherently from time to time as they twisted their bodies restlessly on the ground.
"What's going on?" A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, bringing a faint, eerie air. She knew Xiaoguang always had his reasons for doing things, but this scene was so strange that she couldn't help but want to find out.
Those natives were clearly in a state of distress. Were they under some spell, or were they facing some unspeakable danger? She subconsciously clenched her fists, her spiritual energy quietly flowing, ready to respond to any possible emergency.
"I met them right after I landed. I wanted to ask for directions, but..." Xiaoguang explained, shaking the bell on his wrist. The fallen natives suddenly twitched and climbed up. The tumor in the middle of their necks suddenly cracked open, and they uttered clear and melodious Central Plains Mandarin.
[On the day the Holy Tree shed tears of blood, Lord Huo Yuan dug out his own glass left eye.]
[Jianmu is eating, and something will crawl out of the moonlight to eat shadows]
[The blood and souls of outsiders are the best sacrifices, which can call back the gods' gaze and also water the gods' awakening.]
Su Mohui looked at the group of frantic aborigines before her, and something suddenly struck her. She raised her delicate hand, and the Rebirth Mirror, originally hidden in her sea of consciousness, gradually shrank and shrank until it disappeared into her fair palm.
Then, she quickly changed her hands and made hand gestures, then she pointed at the center of the eyebrows of the natives through the air. Her movements were gentle but carried unquestionable power.
In an instant, the pure power of reincarnation and the power of the underworld blended with each other, turning into golden lines that quickly sank into the skulls of the natives.
In an instant, the shattered memories of the indigenous people flashed uncontrollably before Su Mohui's eyes like fallen leaves caught in a gust of wind. Images flashed by like a revolving lantern: the figure of the god vanished from the heavens and earth, darkness spread like a tide, enveloping the entire world; the Northern Emperor fell with a thunderous thud, and the earth-shaking scene seemed to still echo in her ears...
Suddenly, Su Mohui's eyes focused, as if she had caught some key clue, and a picture suddenly froze in front of her.
In the image, the once-straight branches of the sacred tree, which obscured the sun and the sky, now shone with a strange tinge. Without warning, the sacred tree began to shed tears of blood, thick and viscous, slowly sliding down its rough trunk and dripping onto the ground, creating strange splashes of blood.
At the same time, countless blood-red aerial roots drooped wildly from the treetops, like countless twisted pythons dancing wantonly. And within the cracked canopy, half of a god's face, covered in barnacles, loomed, its deep eyes revealing endless vicissitudes and despair.
Su Mohui stared closely at the god's eyes, her heartbeat quickening. This was because she clearly saw a familiar red and black in the god's reflection before his death.
The red and black figure in the picture stood tall and steady before a ruin, exuding an air of unwavering perseverance. Although her face couldn't be seen clearly, Su Mohui had a strong intuition that the figure seemed to be fighting alongside someone, together protecting something vital.
The memory fragments before her seemed to have been sealed away by time, covered in a layer of old mist, yet they inexplicably felt familiar to Su Mohui. She suppressed her doubts and asked, "The fire kites they were talking about..."
But before she could finish her words, Xiaoguang's expression suddenly changed. He grabbed her sleeve and forced her back three steps. Su Mohui was shocked to realize that the group of natives had suddenly knelt on the ground.
Without warning, the ground in the direction they were kneeling emitted a low humming sound, and fine lines quickly spread out like a spider web. Then, like a long-dormant python, dark red tree roots burst out of the earth, piercing the sky with bared fangs and claws.
Amidst the intertwined black and gray roots, a faint green hue instantly caught Su Mohui's attention. She stared intently, her pupils suddenly shrinking. Instantly, a chill crept up her spine, rushing straight to the top of her head.
It turned out to be the Heaven-shading Mask given to her by Suirenshi on the Second Continent! The bronze mask, once intact and exquisite, radiating an ancient sheen, was now broken and rusted, wedged between tree roots. Strange growths resembling octopus tentacles extended from the fracture, and the edges were stained with half-dried blood.
"It seems someone has been here before us," Xiaoguang said calmly, his fair, beautiful hand gently stroking the puppet's threads before he whistled leisurely. In an instant, seven or eight iron-jawed poisonous insects filed out of the native's ears. Despite their small size, they exuded a chilling aura.
The poisonous insects carried the fragments of the mask in their beaks, quickly piecing them together into a pattern. On the broken pattern, Cthulhu's tentacles and flint fire patterns intertwined in a strange manner. The tentacles seemed to have come to life, surging and twisting within the fire patterns, as if they were about to break out of their cocoons!
At the same time, several animal roars suddenly came from the distant mountains, followed by the sound of drums like muffled thunder, and a blood-red pillar of fire shot straight into the sky.
The Rebirth Mirror trembled violently in Su Mohui's sea of consciousness, condensing into a scene of the altar under the holy tree:
A red-haired youth in animal skins knelt in a pool of boiling blood, a red-hot bone knife piercing his heart inch by inch. In the shadow of the twisted giant tree before him, thousands of compound eyes opened one after another, oozing a tar-like slime!
Xiaoguang looked at the fire thoughtfully, muttering, "This is..."