MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 553 wax oil

  Chapter 553 Wax oil

  The more desperate thing than memory being tampered with is that you know that memory is being tampered with, but you can't do anything about it.

  Ji Xingwang looked at the people arguing in the hall, and suddenly felt that his whole body was soaked in cold.

  Just the insignificant ripples produced by the Nightmare Tapir while it was sleeping, it caused everyone to fall into division and hate each other.

".teacher?"

  Guan Anyan said with a trembling voice, "Our number has increased again."

   Ji Xingwang turned his head and saw that there were more disciples in Luli Academy than before.

  He clearly knew how many people were added, but he couldn't tell which ones were added—the memory in his mind was extremely clear, telling him clearly that he knew everyone.

  Excellent talent, but Ning Tiangong likes to sit in the last row and doze off quietly in class;

  Jiannian who is taciturn, firmly believes that hard work can make up for one's weakness, and is more diligent in learning than anyone else;

  It looks a bit arrogant and contemptuous, but in essence Zhuo Xinzhi is a good boy with good moral character.

   Ji Xingwang's face was pale. With so many people, the ten rooms booked by Luli Academy during the day obviously couldn't fit in. There must be nightmares in them.

  Who will it be?

  Memory is seamless, every detail, good and not so good.

   "How about we recall together?"

  A doctor said: "With so many people, it is impossible for the nightmare to weave perfectly the same memory in each of our minds, and there may be some inconsistencies.

  We can find out who is the nightmare through loopholes and eliminate them. "

   "No! Can't recall!"

  Ji Xingwang interrupted quickly: "Stop thinking about it, or there will be more and more nightmares! We will die faster!"

  The example of Zhou Chengcai is right in front of us. Zhou Hongmao first noticed the abnormality and tried to kill Zhou Chengcai. However, as the memory progressed, his memory was tampered with more and more, and finally he directly recognized the existence of Zhou Chengcai.

   "Then what shall we do?"

  The doctor gritted his teeth and said, "Stay here and wait to die?"

  Everyone's sea of ​​air is evaporating, and the speed of passing is getting faster and faster.

   "Let me figure out a way!"

   Ji Xingwang closed his eyes, put his fist against his forehead, and desperately thought about countermeasures.

   On the other side of the hall, Song Shaoyuan couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.

  His spiritual talent is not outstanding, and his practice progress is only at the middle level in the academy. Now that he is at a high level in the hidden state, he feels the negative impact of the evaporation of the sea of ​​​​qi, which is particularly obvious.

   "Shao Yuan!"

  You Xiao, who was holding the child in his arms, hurriedly supported him, and Song Shaoyuan stumbled back against the wall, panting heavily.

   "Yuan Er, are you okay?"

  Parents looked at him worriedly, and Youxiao's younger sister, Youfu, also supported her lover with worried expression.

  I came to Chang'an at the beginning of the year, and was kidnapped by Jiao Cheng, a bully in Pingkangfang, because of my private life with sister Youxiaoyoufu. Thanks to the help of my brother Li Ang, I escaped without any danger, and finally embraced the beauty.

  Now You Xiao gave birth to Song Zhilei, and Youfu is also pregnant.

  My parents are both present, and my future is boundless. Is such a beautiful life actually a phantom bubble?

   "I'm fine"

  Song Shaoyuan managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, but his heart was shrouded in despair.

  His air is being evaporated, which means that there are nightmares among the people he knows.

  Who will it be?

parents?

  He clearly remembers that when he was six years old, he was playing and fell into the river. His father, who usually can't swim, jumped into the icy river in spite of everything, and hugged himself out of the water.

  When I was nine years old, I had a serious illness. All the doctors, including Li Ang's father Li Hanquan, said that medicine and stones were difficult to cure. The desperate mother recited the Bodhisattva Sutra at home for three days and three nights, praying endlessly.

  The pride and joy on the faces of the parents when they passed the state school exam,

   After entering the academy, seeing his parents who hadn’t seen him for several years, and seeing the white hair growing on their heads, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

   All true.

daughter?

  Impossible, three months ago, in the Jinchengfang mansion, he picked up his daughter for the first time, heard her cry, felt her body temperature, that kind of heartfelt touch was definitely not fake.

wife?

  Impossible, under the sun before the moon, with two beauties in my arms, make a pledge of eternal love. Those unforgettable memories seem to be within reach.

  ——

   "Ang'er?"

  Mother's call pulled Li Ang back from his heavy thoughts, he came back to his senses, and looked down at the back of his hand.

  The sea of ​​air is evaporating, the vitality is passing away, and wrinkles have already appeared on the back of the hands.

  Mosi can’t help herself, what the nightmare absorbs is the essence of life,

  Even if Li Ang let go of all body parts and let the moss erode,

  His brain will also age and weaken over time until he dies.

   Moreover, he has already tried to use Mosi to secretly parasitize parents, Chai Chai and them, scan and detect,

   The result is that no abnormality can be detected. Even like themselves, their bodies are slowly dying.

  Nightmare is no different from ordinary people before it really dies and melts into wax

  As time goes by, the hall becomes more and more crowded,

finally,

   Plop.

   An old man with white hair in brocade clothes, clutching his heart, fell to the ground.

  His life force has been drained, and his skin is as dry as bark.

  His children and grandchildren screamed and surrounded him, but in the next second, the group of people melted and cracked, and fell to the ground one after another, turning into wax oil.

   "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"

  A steward of the Feihang Company, with a grim expression on his face, drew out his dagger and stabbed at his companion.

   Poof!

  The blade cuts through the clothes, pierces the heart,

  The partner who was stabbed looked astonished and unbelievable. During the process of falling backwards, it melted and collapsed, turning into wax oil.

"Ha ha"

  The steward stood there gasping for breath, his pupils trembling violently, unaware that all the eyes around him were focused on him.

  I don’t know who was terrified in the crowd, “He killed someone!”

   "I didn't kill anyone!"

  The steward of Feihang Company suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and said viciously: "I killed only nightmares, not human beings at all! I just want to live, what's wrong with that?!"

  His voice was like a bronze bell, beating heavily on everyone's hearts,

  A young woman lifted up her child in tears, and smashed it heavily on the ground amid the latter's crying and begging for mercy.

Snapped.

  The child melts into wax and spreads it on the ground.

  The young mother also fell to her knees, weeping uncontrollably. My mind is full of bits and pieces of memories of myself and my children.

  The man who had pushed his wife away suddenly jumped up, snatched the saber from the waist of a disciple of Luli Academy, drew the sword and stabbed his childhood sweetheart, his wife who grew up together.

  The gorgeous woman lowered her head blankly and sadly, looking at her lower abdomen pierced by the long sword,

  The expression on the man's face suddenly froze.

   What gushes out from the woman's wound is not wax oil, but blood.

   "How is it possible?! It's fake, it must be fake!"

  He let go of the hilt of the sword in a collapse, and took half a step back, but staggered under his feet and almost fell—his palms, hair, and even his face were slowly melting.

  His wife is not a nightmare, he is.

  (end of this chapter)