(762 It's too late to see through the falsehood, and it's not too late to be surprised by the bad omen)

The timeline went back to half a month ago, and Song Ruqing was excitedly holding hands with the night slave and walking to the depths of the Song Mansion.

For his boring life, it was really a ray of lightning in the dreary night sky, which lit up his whole life again. He had never done anything so exciting and risky in his life.

It didn't feel good to him underground. There was hardly a place where it wasn't wet, dripping everywhere. The further down you go, the wetter it gets in the cave.

The place is supposed to have been carefully renovated many years ago. The ground is covered with heavy granite, which is polished very smoothly and without much wear.

But this underground is also too wet, everywhere is damp, everywhere dripping. When you go deep, it even turns into ponds with stagnant water, and the water is knee-deep.

The night slave raised the lantern slightly with one hand, rolled up the skirt with the other, tied it in a knot, and revealed a pair of curvy legs, ignoring shoes and socks, and walked directly into the cold water.

Song Ruqing hates darkness, dampness and yin wind the most. All three are accounted for here. But the more he felt furious, the more exciting he felt. He rolled up his trouser leg and followed.

Everything was gloomy and cold, except for the body of the night slave who was still a little warm. He couldn't help but lean closer to her.

"Is there a way out here?"

"Absolutely. Night Slave affirmed.

They went farther and farther. It's like a labyrinth. Although he saw a lot of strange things, he didn't leave a deep impression. Almost all of his thoughts were on this warm, funny and beautiful little woman.

Eventually they arrived at a hall. The four walls and the dome had been carved with great care, filled with small figures and countless charms, giving him a terrifyingly dense sense of pressure. The water on the ground was just below your ankles, and the smell of decay was in the air.

But the most striking thing is that there are many stone platforms in this hall. On each stone platform is a pair of ornate carved sandalwood coffins. Despite all these years of being laid out in this damp underground, the coffins are still intact and have not decayed.

More than a dozen coffins were not of the same status. There is a stone platform in the middle that is the highest, and the coffin is also the most ornate, the thickest, and the most old. The coffins all around him were all around, lowering the grade layer by layer, and spreading out in circles.

The night slave waded in and walked to the largest coffin, placed the lantern on the stone platform, and then turned his back to the light of the lantern, reflecting a beautiful shadow.

In this environment, Song Ruqing was originally creepy. But seeing the warm and beautiful shadow in the background of this glimmer of light, the fear in his heart calmed down. He was about to ask what it was, but the beautiful shadow rushed over and hugged him.

"The two of us are one, and we can never be separated again, okay?" the night slave raised her face, and the affection in her eyes was as deep as a deep pool.

"Of course that's good. Song Ruqing replied sincerely.

Night slave looked up, and a pair of her blood-red lips could be faintly seen in the lamplight, and she said faintly, "Kiss me." ”

Song Ruqing kissed her passionately. Streams of warmth flowed through his body, and he seemed to have entered some kind of real sweet dream, and he had never experienced such a happy and wonderful indescribable feeling in his life.

Then there was the sound of squeaky heavy planks being pushed. The largest coffin behind the night slave opened a finger-wide gap in the drifting dim light.

Black smoke-like foreign objects rolled out of this crack like a tide, and at the same time, the temperature in this underground palace also dropped suddenly, making Song Ruqing feel trembling all over. But in the fierce kiss, he obviously didn't have any vigilance, but hugged the night slave in his arms tighter.

After the strange black mist surged out, it gradually converged behind the night slave, turning into the shape of an old man with a somewhat rickety body. But it's still just a thick fog, and it's just nothing.

The old man of the black mist glanced at the young lover kissing in front of him, he did not hesitate, took a step forward, and walked into the body of the night slave in one step.

A wave of divine consciousness surged out, and someone cast the Yuan Shen Devour!

In addition to the fact that the primordial gods of both sides must match each other, the most important thing is that both are completely voluntary. If one party is resistant, then devouring cannot be successfully completed. Otherwise, he would just send a few people to arrest Song Ruqing and devour him, and there would be no need to send out the night slaves so troublesomely.

For Song Ruqing, the process itself was not painful. He embraced his love as he wished, and felt that both physical and spiritual beings were getting closer and closer, and finally truly became one.

But to his horror, he found that he had a wisp of thought that had been excluded from the merger. And this wisp of divine thought is still extremely clear, allowing him to see almost everything clearly.

This wisp of divine thought was actually the part of his divine consciousness that was most self-attached. In order to reduce the sequelae of the devouring of the original god, the other party deliberately excluded this part of him. This part of the remaining divine soul died immediately and entered the netherworld.

The remnant soul of the bardo realm is infinitely clear and free of any obstacles. Then he clearly saw the truth of all the facts.

The truth is that the night slave he kissed did not have any spirit of his own. Her body was a dead thing. Whether it's bones, muscles, or skin, they're all dead, but they're connected to a strange spirit that smells of decay.

She is a puppet who is being held with a puppet string. Her smile and every move, even if she blinked her eyes and moved her lips to show her teeth, were all pulled by the puppet line that was pulling her.

And the matchmaker is a god full of decay, greed, ugliness, and aging, like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell, and words like beauty and warmth are not at all sticky.

He closed his eyes in despair, how wonderful it would have been for him not to see all this, and to still live in the illusion he had believed. Why did fate tear it all up for him?

But before his pain could reach his heart, a cold karmic wind blew and swept him into the cycle of samsara and scattered.

In the present world, under the dim light, although the night slave at this time still maintained the appearance and demeanor of the passionate kiss, it became extremely stiff and kept this movement unchanged.

Song Ruqing, who was opposite her, tried to move various parts of her body, and her gaze became more and more strange. What's going on, it's completely different from what I expected? What went wrong?

Song Ruqing has lived since she was a child, and she didn't know that her soul and body had already been booked by a big person underground. Song Lan has the ability to read people's hearts, but she didn't know about it earlier.

Because there are not many people who know about this matter, and there are even fewer intersections with Song Lan. And they themselves are careful. I don't want to think about important details in my head.

The ability of a mind reader is not without limits. First of all, only within a certain distance from the other party can she read the other party's heart.

And this ability is the same as that of Soshen. If the other person doesn't think about something, she can't read it.

Even if the other party knows that she is a mind reader and deliberately recalls false information in her mind to deceive her, it can be done.

Song Lan's heart is quite precocious. When she realized her ability to read minds at the age of nine, she also realized that it was best not to be discovered by others.

She's not the kind of person who aspires to get ahead. On the contrary, she is extremely indifferent, as long as there is one acre and three points of land in Ziying Village, so that she can live a peaceful life.

But the "guess the money conference" is still a great temptation. Judging by the rules of this conference, she knew that she would win. But she didn't want to be the head of the family herself, and she decided to make a career for her unpromising brother.

So she herself lost her game early, and then gambled with her brother. And Song Ruqing operated completely according to her gestures, and became the head of the Song family at the age of twelve.

But misfortune followed, and soon after, her parents' carriage fell off a cliff for no apparent reason.

She couldn't do anything. Even if she has the ability to read minds, she is still a little woman who can't move an inch when she leaves the Song Mansion. Although Song Ruqing spent a lot of money to investigate the matter, there was no result. It looks like this is an accident.

The fear of the unknown makes her even more escapist. Since then, he has lived in a simple place and has little contact with the outside world. Song Ruqing's position as the head of the family seemed to sit with relish, and he rarely came to greet her again.

It's like a passing year, and everything seems to be so peaceful forever. But one day, Song Ruqing disappeared.

Song Lan finally couldn't sit still. She walked around the Song Mansion from time to time, carefully peeping into the minds of the bigwigs in the Song Mansion, hoping to find Song Ruqing's whereabouts, but she found nothing.

When the money guessing conference was about to begin, she decided to take a gamble. If she wins the money guessing competition, she will be able to become the head of the Song family. At that time, she can mobilize all the strength of the Song family to find Song Ruqing's whereabouts!

When she was gambling in Fengtao Pavilion, a person's mind caught her attention.

It was a man covered in a gray hooded cloak, his hair and eyebrows were obscured by the cape, revealing only a towering nose, a wide chin, and a somewhat unusually red complexion.

But what is even stranger is that his heart's voice is not the language of Middle-earth.

That's Sija. Song Lan lived in a simple house, she didn't stay at home and do nothing, but found something to pass the time. Among them, she learned the Sija language.

The man's heart was extremely anxious, and a series of words flashed in a flash:

"Song Ruqing, this guy died unjustly.

"So you've been wrong for fifteen years?

"Song Yulu is too idiotic!

"Hopefully that person is still here.

"If you catch him, everything can be saved!

"I have to be careful, the person can read my thoughts directly.

"Luckily, the people here don't know Sija. ”

Then his thoughts vanished, leaving him a blank slate.