When Feng Bujue saw this, it was as if his brain had exploded, and many thoughts flooded his mind.
However, these thoughts did not confuse him. If anything, he was very calm, and his mind worked faster and more efficiently than usual.
In just two seconds, he made his move.
His Terror Points were still at zero, and his steps and movements were steady and steady. However, there was a rare seriousness on his face.
Feng Bujue first picked up the Spiderweb Gloves and equipped them. At the same time, he placed the flashlight in his pocket and walked over to pick up Passing Rain's lantern.
He held the lantern before his eyes and studied the footprints on the ground. After a few rounds of inspection, he confirmed the direction that Passing Rain had been dragged, and then he headed in that direction.
When he was alone, Feng Bujue moved very fast. Earlier, he had considered the fact that Passing Rain was behind him, so he had purposely slowed down. At the same time, he wanted to see if there were any valuable items in the forest.
But now, Feng Bujue was going to rescue someone alone. As a person who did not have the psychological barrier of fear, given a five-meter field of vision, even if he was in hell, he would be able to move as fast as he could.
The further he moved, the thicker the darkness around him. Even the air seemed to have frozen, and the strange noises that seemed to have disappeared. Soon, Feng Bujue was surrounded by a deathly silence.
Suddenly, an empty space appeared before his eyes. In the middle of the space was a wooden stake, and Passing Rain was tied to the stake by heavy iron chains. She was tied to the middle of the wooden stake, and her feet were half a meter off the ground. Her entire body was bound by the chains, and she was wrapped tightly like a dumpling. Only the area above her shoulders and below her knees were not bound.
Seeing his teammate, Feng Bujue sighed in relief. After a long sigh, he said with a smile, "What is this? A skewer made by a giant? "
Passing Rain did not have time to joke with him. She reminded him seriously, "She is nearby."
"I know," Feng Bujue replied. "But … I don't understand. Since she can capture you so easily, why didn't she capture me as well? Other than that … has she become so powerful already? Then what are we going to do? There's a problem here … "As he spoke, he raised the lantern and looked around. At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately put his hand into the inner pocket of his shirt...
"Take a guess." A third voice sounded. It was the sweet voice of a little girl.
Feng Bujue turned his head and saw Ling 'er. She was wearing a coarse cloth jacket, and her hair was braided. Her face was rather cute, but her face was very pale. The most incongruous thing was that he didn't look like a child at all.
"I guess so …" Feng Bujue was still able to smile in the face of an evil ghost. "Hah … You took my friend away, expecting me to run around in fear, panic, and search for her like a headless fly. But you didn't expect that I didn't show you what you wanted to see, so you directly went to the next stage. Hmm … you probably planned to … torture us for fun? "
"How clever."
The moment Ling 'er's voice entered his ears, Feng Bujue felt his vision darken. Then he felt a small hand choking his neck, and he was completely powerless to resist. His body was being pulled. Vaguely, he seemed to hear Passing Rain shout something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
A few seconds later, he came to and found that he was also chained to a wooden pole. The lantern in his hand was missing, but the unique light was shining from behind him.
"So powerful …" Feng Bujue whispered.
"Hey, are you okay?" Passing Rain's voice came from behind him.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue tried his best to turn his neck ninety degrees, and then he realized that he and Passing Rain were tied to opposite sides of the same wooden pole. He smiled bitterly. "I say, little sister Ling 'er, you sure know how to play."
At this time, Ling 'er held the lantern and walked slowly to Feng Bujue. Feng Bujue was quite surprised that the boss had taken away the player's equipment.
"Do you know how long I've been in this world? Is little sister something you can call me? " Ling 'er said. Her tone and expression were no different from an adult's, and she was even more mature than the average adult.
"I thought that no matter what age a woman is, they all want to be called that." Feng Bujue looked like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. "Then … Sister Ling 'er, can I ask, how do you plan to torture us?"
"Yeah … How do you plan to torture us … You don't even look like you're afraid of death …" Ling 'er put her small hand to her mouth, and used a finger to open her mouth. "Oh right … You seem to care about her a lot."
Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat. But he immediately squeezed out a smile. "Haha … Actually, it's not as bad as you think …"
Ling 'er didn't wait for him to finish. She walked around the wooden pole and into Feng Bujue's blind spot.
In the next second, Passing Rain let out a painful groan.
Feng Bujue could feel the chains around his body tighten violently, and at the same time, the smell of blood permeated the air.
When Ling 'er returned to Feng Bujue's sight, her right hand was still holding the lantern, and her left hand was holding Passing Rain's leg.
The leg was torn off from the calf, and the flesh was exposed. It was still dripping blood.
Ling 'er's fair face was splattered with blood, but she only showed a bloody smile. "What do you think I should bring next time?"
"I'm fine …" Passing Rain's voice trembled as if trying to reassure Feng Bujue.
"I knew it … The villagers of Chang Lin Town were right to kill you." At that moment, Feng Bujue's face was unusually cold and emotionless. His eyes were sharp like they could pierce through someone's soul. "If you grow up successfully, I'm afraid there will be no more peace in this world."
Ling 'er tossed the broken leg to the ground and scoffed. "Where did that come from?"
"Before the Temple of the Hidden Bell, I saw the scene before you were burned to death. There was one detail that confused me." Feng Bujue replied, "Why would you call your mother 'mother'? Normally speaking, it should be 'mother', right?" He paused before continuing. "Also, I have a feeling that your crying and words were part of an act, like you were purposely trying to gain sympathy."
Ling 'er's eyes changed, and the smile disappeared from her face.
"Whether it was when you were burned to death or after your death, the villagers all called you a monster." Feng Bujue continued. "They only revealed anger and fear, but I did not sense any trace of guilt. Why is that?" He titled his head. "As long as a person has a conscience, no matter how dumb they are … after doing something wrong, their conscience will feel unsettled. The unease does not come from fear but from the self-condemnation in their heart. " He looked down at Ling 'er. "But the villagers of Chang Lin Town did not have that kind of emotion. Their reaction showed that everything they did was based on the most basic conclusion. And they did not doubt that conclusion — you are a monster. "
"Ha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "Ever since we entered the mountain, you've been misleading us. Everything we saw and heard led us to believe that you were a ghost who died an unjust death and that you were just an innocent little girl when you were alive. " He scoffed and continued. "When I heard the villagers blame you for the 'lack of rain, the dead crops, the child's congenital disability', and so on, my trust in them reached its lowest point.
Perhaps that was my personal preference because the things they said were similar to the reason why innocent women were burned to death as witches in Europe during the Middle Ages. A bunch of foolish fools who ascribe all their happiness to the blessings of God, and all their misfortunes to a fictitious fact, and let a scapegoat be burned alive for the unwarranted crimes, so that the fools may live in peace of mind for some time to come.
This kind of thing happened all over the world in ancient times. I believe you agree with me on that, right? "
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Ling 'er replied darkly.
"Is that so?" Feng Bujue said. "Then do you know that the term 'mother' was used to refer to a brothel owner in the Song Dynasty, but it was used to refer to older women in the Qing Dynasty. After the new culture movement, it was commonly used to refer to mothers.
Therefore, when you were killed, you could have used the term 'mother', 'mother', or just 'mother', but not 'mother'. "
"Just because of this detail … you think I'm …" Ling 'er stared at Feng Bujue.
"I haven't decided what you are yet, but I can make a few bold assumptions." Feng Bujue interrupted. "For example … a psychic who was born with the ability to see the future; a soul that traveled from the future to a little girl's body; or a powerful consciousness that is higher than this dimension?"
Ling 'er's expression changed abruptly. A few seconds later, it became extremely gloomy. "Hmph … let's say your reasoning is correct …" At this moment, she did not care about using the word' reasoning '. She simply said, "Yes, I am indeed a higher consciousness. I was exiled to this world and became this little girl named Ling' er. My body is as weak as an ant, but I can still use some special powers.
I hid it well, but unfortunately … after accidentally killing my 'parents', my ability was discovered. Some of the things I did before … were exposed one after another. The villagers found out the truth, so they caught me and burned me to death.
I even lost my physical body, so I became an earthbound spirit and was subjected to many restrictions. Therefore, I can only harvest souls on this mountain and cannot touch the world outside Hidden Bell Village. "
Feng Bujue added, "Since what the villagers said is true, then what the tree and the monk said is naturally a lie. After understanding that, many problems are solved." He chuckled coldly. "The two monsters are hinting to us that Ling 'er is a ghost who died an unjust death. They led us to hold this wrong view and enter the Realm of the Bell, to this island, to fall into your hands … "
"That's where you're wrong," Ling 'er replied. Ling 'er replied, "How could simple-minded undead beings like them know my secret?"
"So that's how it is …" Feng Bujue said thoughtfully. "They were also tricked by you …"
"Only by fooling them can they help me lure the monks and Daoists who are hunting ghosts up the mountain to the Realm of the Bell," Ling'er replied with a smile. "This is why no one can transcend a 'ghost' like me."
"There's something I don't quite understand. After so many years, there have been so many monks and Daoists, but none of them were your match?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Only one," Ling 'er replied. "His magic was so powerful that he was able to fight me to a standstill and escape unscathed." She scoffed. "That person is quite capable. After he escaped, he chased away all the villagers from Hidden Bell Village and changed the name of the village to Cang Lin. He even rearranged the landscape and tried to use this method to resolve my 'resentment'. Humph … Unfortunately, I am not a ghost. Even after one thousand years, I will not be reincarnated. "
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue said darkly. "Very good, I have no more questions."
A ruthless expression appeared on Ling 'er's face again. "Then it's my turn to ask a question … Traveler from another world?" She threatened. "If you don't answer well, you should know very well what will happen, right?"
"Traveler from another dimension?" Feng Bujue asked. "So, before you transmigrated, you were one of the four divinities' subordinates? And your level is quite high. "
"You sure know a lot …" Ling 'er raised her small hand. "But it's time for me to ask the questions. Who gave you the permission to talk nonsense?" She waved her hand and tried to use her mind to break one of Feng Bujue's legs.
But … nothing happened.
"Hmm?" She tried two more times, but there was still no response.
"That's strange. How come it's not under my control? Could it be … "Feng Bujue showed a chilling expression. As he spoke, one of his arms reached out from the gap of the iron chain. He was wearing a glove on his hand, and there was a small silver bell stuck to his palm. To be precise, it was a bell that had been twisted out of shape. "… Could it be that something has stopped working?"
So, a few minutes ago, when he reached his hand into his shirt pocket, the bell had already been sucked into his palm.
"When I came here, I asked a question. 'She's already this strong? Then what is the point of this game? 'I believe you heard that as well. "As Feng Bujue spoke, he struggled free from the chains and stood firmly on the ground.
At the same time, because he broke free, Like Rain, who was tied to the other side, was also released. Although she was not completely free from the chains, she was already on the ground with one foot. Her arm could also move to a certain extent.
"Destroy the bell." Feng Bujue said loudly without turning his head.
Like Rain heard this and immediately took out her bell from her bag. She used all her strength to smash it on the hard ground beside her feet. The silver bell was knocked out of shape and was destroyed.
Ling 'er's face became very ugly, but her loli face was still very cute.
"I'm the kind of person who often asks questions, and my brain comes up with the answer. I think this is the result of many years of training." Feng Bujue continued from where he left off. "At that moment, there were many hypotheses that flashed through my mind, but I won't go through them one by one. The most reliable one is … in the Realm of the Bell, your power is stronger than in the outside world, and on this island, your power is stronger than anywhere else in the Realm of the Bell. But the key is, there is one thing, something that we must have brought with us when we came here, and it allows you to toy with us like a fiddle. "
Feng Bujue said as he tossed the bell in his hand to the ground. He even stepped on it. "After we entered the mountain, we obtained these two bells from your lackeys. Humph … my reaction was too slow. It clearly states that there is some kind of connection between this small bell and a powerful evil spirit. Such an obvious hint … Thankfully, before I was tied up, I had the time to grab the bell. "As he said that, he rushed to Like Rain's side and handed her the SCP-500.
Like Rain did not hesitate and immediately ate a piece. The next second, her broken leg started to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The Taoist priest who fought you to a draw must have been a smart person. Before he was fatally wounded, he realized the problem and tossed the bell away." Feng Bujue said, "And we can only say that we are lucky because we are the so-called 'visitors from another world'."
Ling 'er's expression changed several times before it returned to a calm and ruthless expression. "Then have you considered it? Why did that Taoist priest end up in a draw with me? "
Before she finished, she morphed into a black shadow and pounced at Feng Bujue and Like Rain.
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