ninety thousand miles

Chapter 475 Voice
The voice seemed to come from far away, and after passing through layer after layer of obstacles, it became blurred and incomplete.

Li Chuan held the Tianyin pot in his right hand and the Dieling in his left hand.

He still felt lucid.

His mind sank into it, and the tree slowly unfolded from the butterfly spirit's abdomen until it turned into a full moon in his palm. In the dark night without a moon, the tiny moonlight illuminated the bluestone and dead trees in the courtyard.

Li Chuan looked around with the help of the butterfly spirit's light. It was fog, deep and shallow fog, just like the fog in the abyss of the heart. No, no, he immediately denied his own opinion. The fog in the abyss of the heart was disordered, while the fog in the courtyard changed into various strange shapes with the pitch of the syllables, as if dancing a strange dance.

To find the voice, to find where it comes from, and then to find the duende.

Just do it.

He rubbed the Tianyin pot again, and the sound of the pot spread out in waves. The sound also left a trace in the ripples. He controlled the rise and fall of the ripples to capture the sound, gradually approaching it, approaching its rise and fall.

The mist gradually solidified in the ripples. They were sticky, and they connected drop by drop, falling from the sky. Li Chuan felt that he was the one pulling the string. The mist kept responding to the sound in the ripples under his guidance, and the sound also surged into the ripples...

squeak.

It seems that a mouse is chirping.

Li Chuan suddenly remembered that he blew out the candle before going to bed.

It's an illusion.

He stopped all movement.

The sound of the pot stopped, the full moon dimmed, and the mist wrapped Li Chuan's body layer by layer.

He completely blended into the dark night.

He smelled the dampness again, climbing up from his feet, wrapping around his legs, waist, and chest like a snake.

He could almost feel the snake whispering in his ear.

He was thinking about something. When thinking about these things, the feeling of clarity disappeared, replaced by drowsiness, which always made him fall into a stagnation after thinking about it, and then struggle to remember it.

Qiufeng Village.

Number of people.

ceremony.

sound.

Ritual... This is a ritual... In this illusion, the demon spirit tried to pull him into the ritual. No, not only that, she wanted him to complete the ritual, to...

Then, Li Chuan realized that this mist was the evil spirit.

In his daze, he suddenly calmed down. The demon could not completely control him. The demon needed his ability. The demon could not kill him.

So what is there to be afraid of? Just wait and see.

Thinking of this, Li Chuan stopped thinking about other things, not where he was now, nor what other methods the demon spirit would use against him. He silently recited Ming Heng's notes in his mind. When he was awake, he recited more and verified it with some patterns in the "Pattern Scripture". When he was drowsy, he repeatedly traced one of the marks in his mind.

He calmed down, and the scene in front of his eyes gradually became brighter. The marks he had traced seemed to penetrate the deep and shallow mists, and appeared in front of him, shining on him, somewhat similar to the light that the "Pattern Sutra" shone on him when he was fatally attacked.

The emotions left him and he truly calmed down.

Li Chuan suddenly understood that Mingheng did not take the wrong path. He found a way to use the power of the "Wen Jing", but the time he had was too short.

In the light, he concentrated his mind and entered a mysterious state. Finally, this time, the fog began to decompose in his vision. He saw the structure of the fog clearly. It was very similar to deep silk, with clusters of floccules growing on it, and it was constantly rotating according to certain rules, thus presenting different forms.

A large White Walker. And she is not afraid of sinking into the abyss of the heart. In this case, his methods are useless.

But he wanted to keep her here. He wanted to keep her here, lock her up in the Ghost Sound Cave, or do something else, and torture her thoroughly, and catch all the remnants of the demon clan and the descendants of the gods... Then, he could go back to Yunqiao Township and live like a rich man...

Thinking of this, Li Chuan said: "In his spire, I saw you and the high priest of the gods in the jade illusion. Your plan has failed." He spoke with difficulty. Something was wrapped around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe and speak.

After saying this, he waited for a long time.

The demon did not respond to him.

He said: "This is the third time we have met?"

"No."

A faint voice came into Li Chuan's ears from a place that was both very far and very near.

Li Chuan felt the rope around his neck loosen a little.

The demon said in his ear: "Every time you open your heart, I am gazing at you from the other side."

Li Chuan's body trembled. He said, "The heart is vast. You can't do this."

"I have been immersed in the Heart Abyss for 30,000 years. Billions of abyss threads are projected into the heavens to send those souls to the world." said the evil spirit.

"White Walkers?" Li Chuan asked.

"You cut off those abyss threads." said the demon spirit.

Li Chuan thought about it and said, "Yes."

“From then on, those abyss threads floated in the abyss of the heart, dissolving as they swam with the soul towards all the surging places.” said the evil spirit.

"So you can find me?" Li Chuan still didn't quite believe it.

The demon said: "Because one of them is connected to you."

"Impossible." Li Chuan was sure that the evil spirit was making up stories.

Then he felt a damp breath on his face.

The demon seemed to have switched to the other side. She said, "If you are not the White Walker you mentioned, how could you sink into the abyss of the heart and not dissolve?"

"There is a force protecting me, and I can also see Yuansi. Or you can pull out the one that is connected to me and show it to me?" Li Chuan said.

"There is another piece of evidence," said the demon.

"What evidence?" Li Chuan asked.

"You can hear that voice," said the demon.

"As long as the sound exists, it can be heard." Li Chuan said: "You insist on making me suspect that I am a White Walker, just to trick me into doing things for you."

"No, I want to help you see your true face." said the demon spirit.

"Look carefully, what good will I have? Can I command the remnants of the demon clan? Can I have mountains of gold and silver, and embrace them left and right?"

"No." said the demon.

Li Chuan felt the tide leaving his body. The mist gathered and gradually formed a human figure. It was the demon spirit he had seen by the dark river in the Heart Abyss.

"So even if what you said is true, why should I take it seriously?" Li Chuan asked.

"Listen to that sound, listen carefully." said the demon spirit.

The voice gradually became louder in my ears.

(End of this chapter)