Vol 2 Chapter 8: Home puppet

Berelica is an ancient vampire, and is eligible to be called the ancients, masters, etc.
But her makeup is actually very young, her face is full and square, she looks like a noble old woman, her hair style is two simple ball heads, her voice is low and clear, and her language is quaint, with a squishy meaning.
Serrana lightly touched the magic barrier, a tearing pain made her shrink her hand, "Mother, why are you trapped here?"
"Leave aside this, why did you come here? Did I still fail, and Hakon found a way to understand the prophecy, right?"
"No, you are completely wrong. Father has been beaten and imprisoned. I came here just to see you."
"What? There is such a thing? Who defeated Hakon? A kin, or a lowly vampire hunter?"
"He is not a vampire hunter, but he killed all the vampires in Valchha Castle."
"So bold, so powerful, so hateful!" When Berelika heard the news of Varchiha's complete destruction, she was not angry, but a little relieved. "Those idiots who were brainwashed by Hakon, die if they die. There is no value. Good boy, it is good that you can come to me. If you release me, we can continue to live in the good mortal world. I am fed up with your crazy father, now he is no longer a threat... Wait, it's better to ask that person to kill Hakon."
"Hey! Mother, why do you say that about father?"
"That's a madman! Do you understand? He simply wants to kill you and use your blood to achieve his unrealistic desire."
"Regardless of whether he is a madman or not, he is always my father. Let's rescue the person who imprisoned him, so that he owes us and deserves to be repaid. With his character, if I force him not to kill his father, then our family People are fine."
"You mean, you would rather believe in a vampire slayer than your own mother? Have you lost your mind!" Berelica's voice was stern, with an indisputable tone.
"Yes, in just one week with him, I have already felt his unquestionable personality like the sun, and he gave me a sense of security that you could not do for centuries!"
"Child! I'm protecting you to prevent danger before it happens. Isn't it what a mother should do? Your father is a lunatic, and the stranger you are talking about is even more unreliable. You know, I am this The only person in the world who will never hurt you!"
"No, mother, there is another person, and it won't hurt me." Serana smiled.
"Damn, do you like a mortal? Don't you know that in a few decades, you will hold his body and cry, for our immortal blood, only the same kind is worthy of love."
"What's wrong? Your love for me is after all a kind of imprisonment, you are no different from your father," Selana was frustrated, and trembling with grief and anger, "Maybe we don't deserve to have family happiness."
"Don't do this, child, my heart is almost broken when I see your pain. Forgive my arbitrariness, forgive my arbitrariness, I will always love you." After that, she put her hand on it, and the violent burning caused her pain, but the expression on Berelika's face was still familiar and serious, and her eyes were so gentle.
Serrana took a deep breath, closed her eyes, melted her tears, and then smiled generously, "Sorry, mother, I will save you now, what do I need to do?"
"Go and find the tallest pumice spires. The barriers are extracting the energy of the sad souls exiled here through the bases of these towers. If you defeat the guards, you can remove the barriers. But be careful. The dragon, which means to curse eternal life, patrols the soul stone mound. He is the guardian appointed by the Lord of Truth. Don’t be discovered by him.

"Don't worry, I know."
...
Lu Zhengkang had only his own light to illuminate the dark and narrow black stone corridor. The faint white light illuminates the surrounding area less than two feet and melts into a drowsy halo. He looked around, and the walls were full of reliefs. Some were clear and some were fuzzy. He felt that the air was extremely humid, and it was warm, it seemed that there was water vapor in the air, and the thin mist after being illuminated by his light was like a miasma cloud over a pond.
The ground is solid, but he feels his legs are soft, like stepping on a soft cushion.
The impression here is like the intestines of a large organism.
He is food, and the relief on the wall is a digested residue.
Of course, this is just a metaphor. Lu Zhengkang observes the relief murals. There are many different things in the world. They are basically simple lines that can identify the human body. Other than that, there are not many details to ponder.
But after watching more, he also roughly understands that the contents depicted in these reliefs are mostly heart-piercing and unforgettable. Those people are making crazy gestures, with explosive tension, and chaos and disorder. In the background, there are always deep round eyes watching everything.
There was a sudden gust of wind deep in the corridor, soft and soft, reminiscent of the gentle breeze blowing over the earth on the greenery of the suburbs in the sunny spring afternoon. It had a beautiful taste.
Lu Zhengkang couldn't help but think of some past events-the time he spent with Nati and Paya in his school days, the time he studied scriptures at Shaolin Temple, the time he practiced martial arts in the courtyard of Shixiangmen, and There are times when I prepare three meals for Jonas.
There are no waves in peace, and there are endless reveries in the dark. Life at that time is layered. Under the sparkling waves, it is the story of swimming fish and birds.
He came back to his senses. Although he didn't have any nostalgic thoughts in his heart, he touched his cheek, and his smile didn't know when it was already full.
The warm air in the corridor stopped.
Lu Zhengkang continued to move forward.
The sculptures are all odd and weird, and the details are not repeated, but there are still similarities. Since they are all sincere and unforgettable emotions, all people in the world are connected. With common sorrows and joys, my smile can be shared, and my sorrows are also borne by you. We are one.
Here is the treasure of the Lord of Truth-the corridor of sentient beings.
In the silent silence, Lu Zhengkang's experience was strange. He seemed to be immersed in those background noises. There was nothing wrong with it. It took him a long time to realize that the corridor was extremely silent.
It's a contradictory feeling. It's very quiet, even in an environment where breathing, heartbeat, visceral movement, and muscle contraction can be distinguished, but it gives people a sense of ordinary suitability.
Someone was whispering—the reliefs, they were whispering.
"Again……"
"Find what you expect...or you will die."
"Giving up, only serving is the truth."
"Give me back... Give me back..."
"I thought death was relief, but it was precisely the beginning of pain..."
Lu Zhengkang listened carefully, and all the voices disappeared.
The corridor is still the quiet corridor.
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