Chapter 674

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My Adam's apple rolled, and I wanted to answer, but couldn't.

Mo Ran has been running and escaping for so long, and now that the net is not leaking, he feels that he is a sinner standing on the execution platform waiting to die. He kneels on the ground and can see the shadow of the executioner raising his knife.

When will the heads fall to the ground? When will the heads fall to the ground...

He suddenly didn't want to wait any longer, and he didn't want to run away anymore. The process of waiting for the knife to fall was too long, and he would rather hit the wall and die with blood splashing everywhere.

Mo Ran opened his eyes and said: "Go into the cave."

His fingertips moved, as if he wanted to hold Chu Wanning's hand, but in the end he still lowered it, only rubbed the corner of his clothes, and walked in front.

Before stepping into the cave, he hesitated, then turned his head and grinned at Chu Wanning.

"Master."

Allen Chu looked at him, and the man suddenly smiled so brightly and warmly. It seemed like all hope and happiness were squandered at this moment.

Never need it again for the rest of my life.

Allen Chu was suddenly awakened by the sting of the smile. He walked over, but he didn't know what to say. He was so confused that he raised his cold hand and touched the other person's equally cold face.

"..." Mo Ran was stunned for a moment and slowly opened his eyes.

Chu night closed his eyes and sighed, took Mo Ran and never dared to take the initiative to hold his hand again, as if saying to Mo Ran, but also as if saying to himself: "I... I watched you grow into what you are today. That's what he looks like. So you, not him."

"You are different from Ta Xianjun."

Mo Ran still bent his eyes and froze for a while before smiling, with a sob in his throat: "Yeah."

The eyes were moist.

How could it be different?

He is the most evil person in the world, a ghost who escaped from his previous life.

But to get such recognition before everything ends, Mo Ran thought, God really treated him well. No matter what happens after Chu Wanning regains his memory, he will no longer have any complaints.

He closed his eyes, held Chu Wanning's hand, took a deep breath, and walked towards the stone cave of Dragon Blood Mountain.

Once you step inside, you will no longer be able to see anything outside.

The two of them looked around the cave and found that it was very small, about the same size as the disciple's bedroom at the Peak of Death and Life. In this empty cave with four walls, there is only a small table with a rusty smoker on it, which is exactly the one that appeared in the scroll of guilt. The incense burner was emitting smoke, and Mo Ran didn't like to smell incense, but the smell in this stove was not pungent, and there was only a faint smell of Xifu Begonia flowers.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Allen Chu shook his head and said in a low voice: "...I don't know. This 'I' is not who I am today. I may not be aware of some of the spells he has learned due to fate. Just like you, Ta Xianjun You may not be able to use willow vines as weapons."

His eyes turned to the smoker with flowing smoke: "Perhaps you need to touch it to identify the person coming?" After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and tapped the furnace body with his fingertips, but there was still no movement.

Mo Ran has been watching Chu Wanning tenderly and sadly since he entered the mountain cave. Although he does not want Chu Wanning to recover his memory, he still said: "Since it is the illusion left to the two of us by 'Master' , maybe it’s useless to touch it alone. You need to tell it that both of us are already here.”

"...Hmm. Give it a try."

The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, touched the fine branches of the incense burner. The fragrance of the flowers in the cave was suddenly fragrant, and the smoke poured out like a làngcháo, instantly filling the entire mountain top, making it impossible to see even one's fingers. Mo Ran didn't expect the mutation to happen so quickly, and was about to grab Chu Wanning's hand, but the rolling clouds immediately swallowed him up.

Mo Ran was shocked: "Master!"

It was too late. There was a spiritual power in the mist. It was different from the ordinary spiritual core power, but it was extremely pure and powerful. He seemed to be floating in the sky, and then his limbs and bones seemed to be frozen. No longer under your control. Before his voice could no longer belong to him, he tried his best to call out: "Master, how are you?"

What came out were only vague sentences, and then he couldn't move anymore.

Chu Wanning's situation is actually not much different from his. He called Mo Ran's name in the fog, and initially heard some responses, but soon it became dead silence.

"Ink burning?"

Chu night Ning rubbed in the mist, trying to touch the edge, but there seemed to be some kind of spell set in the incense burner, making the space here become infinite, and he could not touch the end.

"ink……"

Suddenly his throat suffocated, and Chu Wanning, like Mo Ran, was shocked to realize that he could no longer make a sound, and soon he found that he was restricted not only by his speaking voice, but also by his movements - he couldn't even control it own body. This feeling was like a dream before. In the dream, he was still himself, but he was no longer free to move or speak. He could only watch everything in front of him, unable to make any changes.

His mind, which was already in a mess, couldn't help but become more and more confused. If he had something to talk about, wouldn't it be enough to set up a memory scroll? Why do we have to do this?

After a long time, the smoke gradually dissipated.

He opened his eyes and found that the original scene had disappeared. What came into his eyes were swaying red candles and tears. He was sitting in front of a familiar yellow sandalwood table. The table was clean and not filled with many things. However, there was a deep mark on the table - that was when he accidentally used a saw when making the Night God. scratched.

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