Chapter 670: Clear

The scream caused the Demon Root to tremble, and the derivative body surged back like a tide, turning into a part of the body surface in a blink of an eye. Only the one that was out of control remained, jumping around.
It's not that it can't be taken back forcibly, but it's scrupulous.
It was this scrupulousness that made it suddenly think of many possibilities-why is the only one in front of him out of control? What if this is another trap? In case, something gets into the body while chaos.
Thinking of this, it whispered, no! The body surface cracked again, and more derivative bodies poured out like a tide. Accompanied by the flood of water, the out-of-control derivative screamed again.
A little bit of time passed in the suspicious spirit of Demon Root, and the movement of the derivative gradually changed from jerky to smooth. This panicked soul finally took full control of the body, so the memory in the soul slowly turned into a part of the body.
At this moment, Mogen also obtained a lot of memory fragments.
soul!
The magic root was very shocked, it turned out that death would leave an echo instead of completely dissipating. A question immediately popped out-do I also have a soul?
have it! Otherwise, why would I feel a deeper tremor at this moment.
The trembling is not all from this, just because it has seen too many unimaginable scenes.
Unfortunately, those memories are too vague and broken. But he still knew the world ruled by the gods, and Dark Night was only one of those not prominent members. Even though, it holds the real power of terror-death. In many cases, it is more like the background of other deities, hidden in some inconspicuous prayer in a subtle way.
Now, it finally knows what the dark night looks like—the young man holding the cat with his head down. When seeing the picture in this memory, its huge tentacles involuntarily slapped on the head. If you knew it earlier, you wouldn't fall into this unskilled trap so easily.
Mo Gen let out a long sigh and continued to look at these scattered fragments.
This is a lonely deity, always free from the gods. Right! Otherwise, in the battle with it, why didn't other gods show up to help?
Moreover, it is not interested in mortals. When the gods accept the power of all spirits through faith, only it chooses to watch with cold eyes. Although it once concealed the essence of death through the night, and had countless believers because of it, death is death. It always rejects the faith of the living until it exhausts the patience of believers.
When I saw this, Mogen couldn't help but feel deeply sorry. If you are yourself, you will not give up those people what you say, because that represents power!
Soon, he found out that he was wrong.
It turns out that the power of death comes from death itself, and it finally understands how death can read all souls. Many things are completely different from what it imagined. Death does not need to wander in the world of the living, just wait quietly in the kingdom of the dead—Nether!
The conversation not long ago came to mind again:
"Where is this?"
"--Where? This is the endless abyss adjacent to death..."
It only now truly understood the meaning of "adjacent" and why this soul appeared here inexplicably.
At this point, the memory becomes extremely clear. The magnificent castle, the tall and solemn hall, and the awesome black throne, but the chaotic scene ruined everything.
Accompanied by loud complaints of dissatisfaction, a foreign dog hurried past the young woman, and an old man lamented the hammer. What makes it even more unbelievable is that there are still several old corpses sitting sideways...
This is the temple of the dead?
The image flashed past, this soul was not qualified to stay at all, and was thrown out through the side door. That casual attitude is like throwing away a bunch of useless garbage
Then, all the unimaginable cruel poisons in the world appeared before my eyes. It's an even more incomprehensible mess, incredible but taken for granted.
At least, Mogen felt a bit of what it should be from the threads of memory. Although the specific reason is not clear, it already understands.
It believes that the gods will never make fun of these poor guys, there must be deep meaning in them. For example, observe the essence of all spirits in chaos. For example, gain their power in the fear of all spirits.
This made Mogen ecstatic. It felt that it had discovered the true secret of all souls-chaos and fear were the beginning of everything. Now it knows what to do.
Wait!
Since death is adjacent here, the scattered souls should not be accidental. Even though he was a prisoner, Mogen didn't think he would die right away. It still had enough time to wait and accumulate.
...
After watching the excitement, Bran didn't find anything, so he turned his attention to other places. He would not have thought that Mogen would take the nether corner as all, and confuse a handful of unbelievers into all spirits.
Even if he knew, he didn't have time to bother for the time being, just because the first real guests from the North Land had arrived.
Bran never thought that there would be so many people, many of them were not on the first invitation list. They drilled the loopholes of traditional habits and rushed over with the invitees.
As the host, he must personally greet him at this time, even if it is just pretending to be.
"I heard that you and Lily have lost the test." The uncle smiled and patted Bran on the shoulder.
Seeing his uncle being surrounded by others, Bran reluctantly explained: "I still have a back hand, so it can only be regarded as a tie."
Soon, the heavy axe was hugged by people and came to Bran. Before speaking, he slapped his shoulder like a fan, "I heard that Huahua has intervened in your test with Lily. Don't do this in the future, it doesn't sound good to spread it out. ."
Bran exhaled heavily, "I didn't intervene, but it was too long to say hello in a hurry. You know, we lived together for a long time when we were in the villa.
The relationship between Huahua and her sister is also very good, temporarily negligent. "
Heavy axe patted Bran's shoulder again, "I knew it was a misunderstanding."
Bran grinds his teeth, and he doesn't need to think about it that the in Double Wing City have done a good job. Today, I must be embarrassed...
Sure enough, someone greeted again in the ear: "I heard that you the guy when you competed with Lily."
The chain rings lightly, and the bone rod appeared in Bran's hand. He didn't intend to conceal it, nor could he conceal it, so he pretended to be generous and said: "This is the weapon that even Lily envy.
Don't touch it! You should have heard those in Double Wing City say that even Lily can't touch this bone stick. "
Hearing Bran's curse, everyone laughed and hurried past Bran.
In this way, waves of people jokingly walked past, until the last parents who walked with Adam appeared in front of Bran.