Chapter 164: forgive? Who will forgive my dead people!

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The monstrous hatred was mixed with anger, and I fell silent for a while.
I wiped my face with both hands and wiped away the tears. I wanted to talk to Xuanyuan Lingyin, but I couldn't say a word.
"Huaer ..."
The demon grabbed my hand tightly and looked at me with some anxiety. I lowered my head and didn't know what to do.
Chris sighed with regret and said, "Miss Xuanyuan, it's been so long, it's time to let go."
Sure enough, when he said this, Xuanyuan Lingyin was like a lit firecracker, and it exploded instantly.
"Let it go? How do I let it go?"
She dragged her wide robe toward Chris, her white pupil staring at Chris tightly.
With a stern smile on the corner of her mouth, I saw another heartbreak.
"Forgiveness? Forgiveness? Will you persuade me like this next?"
Xuanyuan Lingyin's body revealed a thick sorrow. She didn't open her face. Even now she is not a living person, maybe even an ordinary undead is not a ghost.
But when she raised her hands, all the elegant and demure movements and temperaments I saw in her memory were undiminished.
She just tilted her head slightly or looked up, all so pleasing.
"I don't know if you have any relatives, or if you have any clan."
Xuanyuan Lingyin's voice suddenly softened, and she said bitterly, even though she could not see her beautiful black pupil like autumn water, but I could feel her eyes.
"Have you ever experienced the despair of watching them killed, but you can't do anything about it? You don't." She exhaled, asking and answering there.
I could only stare at her with embarrassment, still thinking what I saw just now.
A prosperous big clan was suddenly annihilated by five countries overnight, and the Xuanyuan Lingyin changed from a tender and soft woman to what it is now.
"So you can't feel the same."
I felt very sad, very sad, as if I could see the state of mind of Xuanyuan Lingyin at this moment, as if there was an inexplicable line connecting us with her.
"Miss Xuanyuan, I ..."
"Stop!" She gave Chris a sudden, fierce look, cracking her mouth, and a cloud of black gas came out of her little black hole.
"Forgive? Who will forgive my dead tribe ?! Are you? Are you? Or are you?"
She stretched out her forefinger with long fingernails pointing at us, and nodded one by one, her two eyebrows raised high.
When I saw her heartbreaking, I couldn't help feeling heartache. I couldn't help saying: "I can understand! I can!"
"Of course you can, retrospector."
She swayed towards me, but I was stopped behind by the ghosts beside him, and his tall body directly separated me from her.
Xuanyuan Lingyin glanced at the ghost and stopped in a little fear, and I could hear the tinkling of a copper bell on her ankle.
"Sag, all right, she won't hurt me."
I knew from the time she said I was a retrospector that she wouldn't do anything to me.
I know that it's usually the souls who ask me for help that I can see the souls who have suffered before, and enter their memory.
Xuanyuan Lingyin actually just wants to make people feel the pain she has suffered, hopes to be understood, and hopes that someone can bear it with her.
She grinned suddenly, her face a little shuddering, making her shudder.
"I'll show you something good."
As soon as her voice fell, a transparent figure slowly rose from the altar, and a faint white light hit him.
All of our eyes were involuntarily looking in that direction, but An Xuan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "This is Xu Mang's ancestor!"
There is no doubt that the man in the quaint costume could vaguely see something similar to Xu Mang. He was not very old, just like he was in his 30s or 40s.
His eyes were closed, so his soul floated in midair.
"Well, this thing is perfect." Xuanyuan Lingyin's words carried a hint of pleasure and joy, and her finger pointed at the direction of the soul body, and she twitched at will, and that soul floated quickly.
"Since I died, I have been guarding this place and staying in my favorite home. After so many years, our family has been buried underground, but my hatred has not disappeared."
"Look, look, this man is the descendant of the man who killed my people! I tried hard to summon the descendants of the sinners here with altars and rituals, and took the lifeblood of their family in my own hands in."
She clenched her slender fingers, but her voice was so vicious: "Let me slaughter."
Xuanyuan Lingyin turned his head, a smirk on his face, squinted his eyes, and asked with a mysterious tone: "Do you know what is buried in the cemetery above?"
I suddenly thought of the encyclopedia that I saw on the plane before. It seems that in the cemetery are some former wealthy and noble people.
She laughed suddenly, and I felt a numb scalp.
"It is indeed Xu's family. Until then, they still enjoyed the wealth and wealth of the door. It's a pity." She sighed, but I couldn't hear her feeling sorry.
Then, a giant thunder bombed directly on all of us!
"In the cemetery above, all the posteriors who killed our family are buried."
After she finished speaking, her eyes were bent into a crescent shape, and Haha laughed. The black death gas was constantly ejected from her mouth, which was in sharp contrast to her pale skin, which was terrifying.
I was sweated by her words. I did n’t miss An Xuan ’s body and hit a jerk. Chris's face was even more gloomy. The pointer on the Solomon disc in his hand kept swaying from side to side. Shake twice.
I thought there would be no more shock, but I guessed wrong.
I underestimated the power of a person's hatred. It was like a flood. It was so turbulent that it could not be resisted.
"Do you know where this was originally?"
She suddenly changed the subject again, and the three of us looked at each other, because I didn't know how to intervene or speak, but I could only listen to the Xuanyuan priestess to self-state there.
But when we first arrived here, we did have a lot of doubts and weird points.
Including the lingering words before the devil, and the artificial arrangement of the surrounding area, the Feng Shui is excellent here.
"It used to be the place where my Xuanyuan clan lived."
I already had this conjecture, but after she said it, I felt even more shocked! I glanced at the ghost, and he kept telling me just now, did he just tell me this?
Above the cemetery are the people who killed the Xuanyuan clan and their descendants. So to say ...
"Let their descendants stay here to sacrifice my dead tribe. Since they dare to despise the power of our Xuanyuan clan, they deserve the price!"
I frowned and couldn't help thinking of something similar to this incident.
Yu Gong cursed from generation to generation, but at that time everything about that maiden's memory was not very clear.
So I roughly guess what kind of maiden, witch's, is actually just a name, maybe that family does not have any special power at all.
But this incident is different. The Xuanyuan clan is really a big family with special abilities.
From the memory, we can see that this Xuanyuan Lingyin was able to become the high priest of the family not only because her father was an adult patriarch.
Her ability is enough for her to bear the title of "high priest".
And the third eye she opened at the time of most sorrow and hatred. Even if I close my eyes now, I still saw the ritual scene that shocked me.
The blood of the Montreal people converged on the altar and merged with the blood on her body.
In fact, we all thought wrong about the whole thing. Xuanyuan Lingyin has always lived here, and the soul of Xu Mangzu has also been confined here by Xuanyuan Lingyin and cannot be reborn.
Perhaps there is a more terrifying possibility.
That is the soul of the person buried in the cemetery, all controlled by Xuanyuan Lingyin, unable to return to the underworld.
Before, Chris said that "the group of magic flurry dance", "more than a century of doing things," I think the possibility is very high.
The strength and spiritual power of all the Xuanyuan clan have converged on Xuanyuan Lingyin, that is, she has become an amazing existence.
I looked at her with a complex look, hesitated for a while, gritted my teeth, and couldn't help but say: "When is the revenge reported, have you got any relief from doing so?"
Xuanyuan Lingyin sneered, seeming a bit regretful.
"I thought that I would let you see the memory of my life. You would be enemies with me and would support my decision, but I was wrong."
Her eyes darkened, and she said coldly: "You and some people under the guise of kindness, in fact, for their own benefit, are not a little different."
She opened her arms and shouted cheerfully: "Of course I'm relieved. I don't care how happy I am now. Those who have hurt my loved ones are now in my grasp."
"I want them to die off their grandchildren, I want them to die off, and their fate is gone, my fate is in my grasp."
Chris looks like she can't stand it anymore. She continued to be half crazy and slowed her voice and said, "Miss Xuanyuan, although I sympathize with your encounter, it is not the era now, and you have passed away."
"The grievances of life, why do you persist after death, let go of your grievances, and go to give birth."
To be honest, I agree with Chris's suggestion.
Moreover, I know that as long as she drinks Sister Meng's soup, she can forget all the sadness and pain. Maybe in the next life, she can be cast into a good family, maybe in our time.
She can have a perfect family, have plenty of food and clothing, live a normal life, have her own friends and her own life.
There is no such a heavy burden, no such a big responsibility, you just need to settle down for a lifetime, and at the end of your life, you will start a new round of reincarnation.
She doesn't have to be so persistent.
However, we, the "modern people", are probably unable to understand some of the beliefs and obsessions of their time.