Chapter 0996 Despair and Hope

The hillside was full of fallen trees from the earth attack. Mu Xingqiu sat on a tree trunk, his feet gradually sinking into the soft soil, his hands supporting his chin, quietly looking down at the busy mortals in the valley. Occasionally, someone looked up at him, but no one came up. General Mu issued a suggestion through his followers, hoping that no one would go up the mountain to disturb this strange and ugly middle-aged man.

Mu Xingqiu summoned a bronze mirror and checked the appearance that Zuo Liuying had changed for the first time. It was a bumpy face with fat on it. It looked fierce, but his eyes were melancholy, like a wolf expelled from the tribe. He stared at the mirror for a while, and suddenly thought of a strange question. He had only looked in the mirror once since he lost his memory. How could he be sure that General Mu looked exactly like him when he saw him?

Some memories lingered in his mind, closer to the truth than ever before, but Mu Xingqiu still couldn't catch it.

He put away the mirror.

Luo Laohan and his wife were lucky enough to escape the attack. After reuniting with their son, they cried with excitement. After listening to General Mu's speech, they cried again, bowing and kneeling to General Mu, as if he was their savior.

Luo Laohan and his wife had seen Mu Xingqiu before he changed his appearance, but this did not seem to bother them at all. Some survivors in the town did claim that they had seen an "amnesiac Mu Xingqiu" who looked like the same person as General Mu, but in the countless rumors, their claims were quickly drowned out as bragging. When General Mu raised the statue to inspire everyone's confidence, even Luo Laohan forgot about the other Mu Xingqiu and the bowl of porridge he had sent.

Shouque was even more convinced by General Mu, as if he was his most loyal believer. He ran around and selflessly offered his expertise in mind illusion. He answered every question and pointed to the hillside a few times. I don't know what he said, but General Mu didn't react in any special way.

Mu Xingqiu didn't care about any of this, just watched quietly.

The only person who remained awake in the valley was Fu Lin. Shortly after noon, he walked up the hillside alone, sat next to Mu Xingqiu without waiting for an invitation, rubbed his tired calves, and said, "They can't withstand the golden attack tonight."

"Yeah." Mu Xingqiu had the same opinion. So far, General Mu has only aroused everyone's will to survive, but the spells he arranged are pitiful, and he can never compete with the catastrophe of the five elements.

"But this General Mu is very strange. He is a liar, but he has nothing to ask for. I have investigated. He came from Xijie Country. He seems to be very similar to the Mu Xingqiu killed by the ancestor. He was mistaken for General Mu in Duanliu City, so he simply replaced him and used General Mu's reputation to recruit believers and spread the Ancient God Religion. Originally, this was nothing. Whenever a major disaster came, the Ancient God Religion would always rise suddenly. When the storm calmed down, the number of believers would decrease significantly-this is a good-talking ancient god. "

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything. He picked up a branch and drew three images on the ground. They were the three heads of the ancient god: a skull representing death, a female image representing mercy, and a thunder-shaped face representing indifference.

"If the ancient god can really create miracles to protect everyone from this disaster... I am willing to be its believer." Fu Lin seemed to have made a major decision, and then laughed at himself, "But this is not a natural disaster, but the magic of the Taoist ancestor - why do I still call him the ancestor? His name is Kun Dun, an evil Taoist - if you want to stop the disaster of the five elements, you can only rely on magic, just like Master Xingshan did. "

Mu Xingqiu still didn't speak, raised his right foot to wipe the image on the ground.

"Zhao Chuye can actually save many lives. They protected the small area of ​​Zhuozhou City very well and withstood fire and earth attacks. If they squeeze in, there can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people. If they want, they can expand the place. The power of the Dingtianlidi Fu may not be as strong as the Five Elements Disaster, but it has a wider range of spread, and can expel the spells laid by Kundun within hundreds of miles, so that the final Daohuo Disaster cannot occur, and the people can still survive, right? "

"Zhao Chuye doesn't want to save people, but he doesn't care." Mu Xingqiu said, his mentality is closer to the heart of a Taoist than ever before, and he can understand the decision of Master Xingshan.

"What about you? Don't care either?" Fu Lin would rather choose to believe Mu Feidian on the mountain, rather than General Mu in the valley.

"Don't care." Mu Xingqiu thought for a while before giving the answer, this is his true feeling, "I don't care about the people who died before, and of course I won't care about the people who will die in the future. "

No one knows the situation in the whole world, but around the imperial capital, most of the mortals have died in the fire and earth attacks in the first two days. There are only a few thousand people in the valley. Even if the survivors in other places are included, there are probably only tens of thousands of people.

Since the majority were not saved, there is no need to save the minority. This is Mu Xingqiu's idea.

Fu Lin lowered his head, and after a long time he gritted his teeth and said: "I don't want to die. After all this talk, what I want to save the most is myself. My relatives and friends died in the first round of fire attacks. At that time, I thought that I would have good fortune after surviving a disaster. I told myself that the country comes first and personal feelings come second, so I shouldn't be sad, but happily accepted the appointment of general. After the second round of earth attacks, I heard that there would be three or four more rounds of attacks, and all mortals would die. My dream of becoming a general was shattered, but I still didn't grieve for the death of my relatives and friends. All I thought about was how I could survive. "

Fu Lin turned his head and looked at the benefactor, "If you can save my life, I am even willing to kneel down and kowtow to you. "

"Kowtowing is not as good as a bowl of porridge to me." Mu Xingqiu noticed that the other party's mood was changing rapidly, like a mountain mist blown by a strong wind. He found it interesting, but remained unmoved.

"Haha, my stomach is growling too. If there is a bowl of porridge, I may not be willing to give it to you." Fu Lin stood up and said, "Please forgive me, I am a mortal, Queen Fu's descendant is just a title, there is nothing in it, not even my Blood is no more special than ordinary people. Only when I am sure that I will die can I muster the courage to face death. No matter why, I will never be grateful to you in this world. There will be no more mortals. The earth is full of strong men with magical powers flying around. My benefactor must be a man of great origin, and he can naturally survive among the strong. Please accept the humble blessing of a mortal: I hope you will be able to come soon. Get your memory back."

"Thank you." Mu Xingqiu nodded.

Fu Lin walked down the mountain. He had no hope, but his steps were more determined than when he went up the mountain. Even his emotions became simpler. There was no panic or fear, only magnanimous relaxation.

Mu Xingqiu stared at Fu Lin's back for a long time, convinced that he really had no intention of saving this man.

As the sun gradually sets in the west, Mu Xingqiu's focus gradually shifts from the mortals in the valley to the ubiquitous foreshadowing spells. After a conversation with Zhao Chuye, Mu Xingqiu understands more about spells, and his perception becomes sharper. He looked at the spells around him with the same indifferent attitude, and gradually saw some doorways. These spells were not evenly distributed in the air, but they were all attached to something, as large as a tree or stone, as small as a grain of dust, or a fallen tree. , but the spell has not left, it is still stored in the body of the dead tree.

Mu Xingqiu's sensitivity slowly expanded, and he suddenly discovered a strange spell, which was different from the surrounding spells and more concentrated. He turned his head and looked at a stone behind him, staring at it, feeling more and more The clearer.

The spell dissipated, the stone took on a human form, and Xingshan Grandmaster Zhao Chuye stood there.

"I only know how to fly, and I can also sacrifice a few talismans, that's all."

"That's it? You can see through the details of the spell. This is the most powerful spell. Even a Taoist priest who obeys Rimang may not be able to do it."

"But I can't see through my own spell." Mu Xingqiu stretched out his hand and slowly picked up a small speck of dust with his thumb and index finger. "I can feel the spell inside, and I can see some of its details in my mind, but Don’t know why this works.”

"This must be the setting before your reincarnation, because you know that there are many dangers in this life, and retrieving your memory is not the most important. The most urgent task is to have the ability to protect yourself as soon as possible, so you choose a body with excellent physical properties. And let the spell awaken before the memory."

"Self-protection? Is someone trying to kill me?"

"There are many, but none of them are your opponents. The Taoist Patriarch is your biggest enemy."

"Grandmaster Xingshan also belongs to the Taoist tradition, right?"

"The Taoism no longer exists. The Taoist priests are dead and scattered. Look, I didn't even save the Xingshan Taoist priests, but brought out a group of talisman masters. Obviously, I am not the lucky one chosen by the ancestor, so I don't need to If I want to be loyal to anyone and protect myself in this destroying world, I need to join forces with a more powerful force, which is you."

Mu Xingqiu turned his head again, feeling a little strange. Fu Lin, a mortal who had lost hope, was determined, but Zhao Chuye, a Taoist priest who had not completely lost hope, had slight fluctuations in his mood.

"Aren't you afraid of admitting your mistake? Although I have lost my memory, I really don't feel like I am the reincarnation of a demon soul."

A smile appeared on Zhao Chuye's lips, "This is one of your means of self-protection. Things that you don't even believe in yourself will naturally be difficult for the Patriarch to discover. Don't worry, I have cut off my connection with the Patriarch's Tower. , my name is not in it, the ancestor will not be aware of your existence through me. It is an accident, but this accident is good for you and me."

Mu Xingqiu didn't even know what "benefits" were, "I thought of fire. It is said that if I find this kind of fire, I can get my memory back."

"I will show you all the fires in the world, but this is not the most important thing. We have to find the demon seed. Only the complete demon king can fight against the ancestor. Only the demon soul is not enough."

Mu Xingqiu turned back and continued to stare at the valley, not showing much interest in finding the so-called demon species.

"Stay here and enjoy the destruction of mortals, if it helps you." Zhao Chuye flew into the sky. There were too many foreshadowing spells around him, and he didn't want to risk using teleportation.

Mu Xingqiu did not mention Zuo Liuying, feeling that these two Taoist priests were equally unreliable.

The setting sun hung on the top of the mountain, and the mortals in the valley were already in position. Mu Xingqiu still couldn't feel the magic that was powerful enough to withstand the golden attack.