Food Poems

Chapter 281: Blood Spider Lord's Recollections, Visitors from the Soul Realm

The Mirror Spirit claims that it can peek into other people's memories, but this ability is bound to have certain limitations.

Ye Zhi speculated that only the Blood Spider Queen who had spent a long time with the Mirror Spirit could have her memory stored in the mirror by the Mirror Spirit.

The Mirror Spirit used the Blood Spider King's memory as bait to attract Ye Zhi to stop and watch, and at the same time tried to invade his soul realm when he was relaxed and careless.

The reason why Ye Zhi pretended not to notice was that, on the one hand, he really wanted to find clues through the memory of Blood Spider King.

Secondly, the mistletoe that dared to invade his soul realm... who had killed the God of Light, would teach the Mirror Spirit what surprise is.

At this moment, Ye Zhi's consciousness was completely sucked into the mirror, and the surrounding environment changed.

Ye Zhi was quite calm, and began to observe the Blood Spider's memory from the perspective of an observer.

It was a simple and rustic room, the furnishings in the room were full of classical charm, but the windows were sealed shut, only a little bit of faint light penetrated in, and dust fluttered in the dim light.

A girl as white and delicate as a porcelain doll, as beautiful as if she was carved out of alabaster, with dark and bright eyes, wearing a red dress, stood quietly opposite the window, staring at Yeats motionlessly.

Ye Zhi was a little surprised and thought that the other party could see him. After looking carefully, he found that the little girl was staring at the sealed window behind him in a daze.

Ye Zhi paced back and forth around the little girl and waved in front of her, but the little girl just remained distracted.

"It seems that I can't interact with this memory." Ye Zhi thought to himself, "But this little girl... could it be that she is the Blood Spider Lord when he was a child?"

Yeats looked at her carefully and found that although the little girl's eyebrows and eyes were very different from Lee Matilda's, their temperament was exactly the same.

The little girl reached out her hand tentatively to touch the ray of light coming through the window, but the moment her fingers touched the light, her skin was left with a conspicuous scar as if it had been burned by fire.

She seemed to be used to it, sucking her fingers silently, looking at the window absentmindedly. In her ignorant eyes, there was confusion, puzzlement, and a hint of longing.

Yeats was thoughtful.

Mr. Blood Spider is a born descendant of the vampire clan, with the blood of the ancient vampire clan flowing in his veins.

She is different from those acquired vampires who were transformed through "scarlet disease". From the moment she was born, it was her destiny to live by sucking blood.

Her parents may both be human, and they may live like normal people for many years, but the genes of the ancient vampires will remain dormant in her blood until the blood awakens, which is the day she is transformed into a vampire.

The first vampire in history, due to jealousy of his brothers, committed the felony of killing his relatives and was cursed.

The bloodline of this ancient vampire clan is no different from a curse.

At this time, the door was opened.

A man with a tired look walked in.

He was wearing a windbreaker and put one hand into the inner pocket. When he saw the girl, a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes. Then he slowly took out a bottle of water bag from his arms, unscrewed the cork and poured it into the copper basin. Soon, the copper basin was filled with plasma.

Yeats could still tell the difference between pig blood and human blood. The blood in the basin was just pig blood, but the girl's eyes lit up as if she were a starving man seeing bread.

Soon, the girl sat upright at a wooden table. The man placed a copper basin filled with blood in front of her and said softly, "Eat slowly..."

The girl ate with relish, and soon the corners of her mouth were covered with blood.

The man carefully wiped the stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

The girl whispered, "Dad, when can I leave here?"

The man remained silent, his fingers holding the handkerchief trembling slightly.

The girl counted on her fingers, her face full of longing.

"I want to catch pigeons in the square, swing with my friends in the choir, blow dandelions in the fields, and I want to..."

Pain flashed in the man's eyes, and he forced a smile:

"Wait a little longer...Matilda, when you recover...Dad will take you to fulfill your wish."

The girl seemed to want to ask more questions, blinked her eyes that could speak, and finally smiled sweetly and said, "Okay."

The man stroked the girl's hair and noticed that her palms were covered with burn marks and blisters. He said with heartache:
"Matilda, what happened to your hand?"

The girl seemed a little ashamed, hid her hands behind her back, jumped off the seat, and said:
"Oh by the way, Dad, I have a present for you!"

As she spoke, the girl opened the closet and carefully took out a wounded pigeon from the closet. She smiled foolishly and said, "I don't know how this wounded stupid pigeon flew into the room. I saved it... Now I give it to you, Dad. Thank you for treating me and giving so much."

The man's eyes suddenly turned red. He looked at Ye Zhi, or more precisely, at the window behind Ye Zhi, and murmured, "All the windows here are sealed... How did the pigeon fly in?"

The girl scratched her head and said, "I don't know... Maybe this is a miracle!"

"You must take good care of the pigeon, Matilda."

The man's eyes sparkled with tears, and he smiled and said, "As long as there is a miracle, there is hope that your disease will be cured!"

The screen turned black instantly.

The man had disappeared from the room.

The girl seemed to have grown taller. She sat sickly on the chair next to the desk, writing her diary listlessly.

Then the girl stood up, looked at the pigeon in the cage, and swallowed her saliva.

Taking this opportunity, Yeats looked through his diary.

"On March 3, I hadn't heard from my father for two days. I was so worried about him and didn't know what had happened to him."

"March 3th, Dad, are you okay? I feel dizzy and hungry and don't want to talk. Dad, where are you?"

"March 3th, as long as I fall asleep, I won't be hungry, right? I'm so hungry..."

The picture changed again.

The wind was howling outside the window, and the strong wind kept shaking the window.

The girl curled up on the bed, wrapped herself in the sheets, as if she was shivering.

When she lifted the sheets herself, Ye Zhi clearly saw that there was blood at the corners of her mouth, she was holding a dead pigeon in her hand, and the bed was covered with blood.

In those lifeless eyes, there is pain, guilt and a hint of relief.

boom!boom!
"Hurry up, open the door!"

"You are hiding vampires here, open the door quickly!"

"If you don't open the door, I'll start a fire!"

There was a loud knock on the door outside the room, but the girl was still curled up on the bed, motionless.

She raised her disheveled face and looked out the window. A fire started to burn, and the flames ignited the window through the cracks. In a short moment, the room was reduced to a sea of ​​fire.

boom!
The door was kicked open roughly.

A group of guards rushed in, led by a black-robed monk holding a scripture.

"Ha, the vampires are really here!"

"That man refused to tell us the whereabouts of the house until he was on his deathbed. It took us a lot of effort!"

"This is the vampire that man is protecting. Catch her quickly!"

The girl was struck by lightning.

Two lines of clear tears rolled silently down her cheeks, blurring the blood-stained corners of her mouth.

The camera switches again.

The girl stood in front of a blazing fire.

She looked better, but it was as if something precious had disappeared from her.

Ye Zhi's eyes moved slightly.

If Blood Spider's father were still alive, perhaps the ending would be different.

As if she had heard Ye Zhi's inner voice, the girl turned her head coldly, stared at Ye Zhi, and said indifferently:

"I am hopeless, why do you come to me?"

Ye Zhi opened his mouth, and another voice behind him responded. Looking back, it turned out to be a parchment scroll, like a contract document, floating in the air, and speaking in an indistinguishable male or female voice:

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Revenge?" The girl laughed at herself, "Revenge on whom?"

"Revenge on this country that won't let you see the sun."

The parchment scroll seemed to have a bewitching power: "Revenge on this unfair world!"

The girl's slender body shook and she murmured:
"It's not fair... Yeah... It's not fair..."

With her back to the burning sea of ​​fire, the girl walked away in a daze, leaving only her hoarse whisper.

"I want to build a country that can let the vampires see the sun..."

At this point, the screen disappears.

The surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.

Yeats stood in the empty darkness, stroking his chin.

"No wonder Lord Blood Spider has such a deep obsession with restoring his country..."

Ye Zhi realized something and said thoughtfully:
"But what exactly is the parchment scroll that appeared in the memory?"

"Could it be related to the Apostle of Vengeance?"

Yeats speculated secretly: "Or perhaps... the form of the Apostle of Vengeance is a book?"

No matter what, this trip into the Blood Spider King's memory was very rewarding.

Now, Ye Zhi is even confident that he can use illusion to control the Blood Spider King, thus creating an advantage for victory!

As long as you grasp the soft spot of people's hearts, even the Six Rings Master will be immersed in the illusion!
At this time.

The surrounding environment changed again.

This time, the environment became quite familiar, it was Yeats’ soul realm!
Yeats's soul floats on the water of the soul.

All kinds of divinity became active with Yeats's arrival.

The Wild Hunt was transforming into a wild wolf, but it was currently just a dark hound. Seeing Yeats's soul, the Wild Hunt approached with great joy and wandered around him.

On the other side.

The Moonlight Divinity and the Dark Night Divinity were still quarreling, and the Magic Divinity was mediating.

However, the effect of the magic divinity's mediation was minimal, and the impact caused by the fight between the two divinities caused the Tree of Life to shake continuously!
Yeats had mixed feelings.

Fortunately, I have the panel to rely on. If it were someone else, I would have died eight hundred times due to the conflict of divinity!

at the same time.

The misty deity looked on.

This divinity that comes from Daisy loves to join in the fun. Whenever the moonlight and the dark night go to war, it will definitely cheer them on!
There is also a legendary aura that is not divine, but is more divine than divine.

The Silver Mistletoe Sword, a legendary weapon comparable to the Lance of Longinus and the Spear of Gungnir, is rooted in the Tree of Life in the form of mistletoe.

It is inconspicuous and difficult to detect, but its aura is extremely sharp.

This is Ye Zhi’s biggest trump card at the moment. If the light divinity within it is consumed, even the Six-Ring Master Ye Zhi can be killed!

However, the God of Light has fallen, and the light divinity in the Silver Oak Sword will be lost if it is used. Unless it is absolutely necessary, Ye Zhi will not use the Silver Oak Sword's true name to release it.

The sanctuary-level [realm] is essentially the manifestation of the soul realm.

Ye Zhi admired the divinity in the soul realm and nodded with satisfaction. He couldn't help but look forward to what kind of realm he would create when he achieved the holy domain.

At this moment, an unbelievable voice came from my ears:
"This...where is this place? Is this still the soul realm?!"

At some point, the mirror spirit had appeared in Yezhi's soul realm. It was an almost transparent blue ghost, with a human form, but its face was blurred.

Yeats heard confusion and shock in the ghost's tone.

Anyone who saw Yeats’s soul realm would find it outrageous!
Mirror Spirit was in a rather odd mood.

Logically speaking, the plan has been successful!
The Mirror Spirit broke into the most vulnerable soul realm of the extraordinary person, and Ye Zhi's life should have been in his control!
But... the Mirror Spirit looked over this somewhat crowded soul realm, feeling like crying but without the tears.

Why is this place already crowded?

Ye Zhi teased, "Don't you want to devour my soul? Why don't you do it now?"

The mirror spirit was sweating profusely and said with a wry smile: "No way... I just accidentally broke into your soul realm... I'm going to leave now... If you have anything to say, let's go back to the material realm first!"

Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

All of a sudden.

The mirror spirit let out a shrill and piercing scream, which was breathtaking and extremely restraining to the soul!
Seeing that the plan was exposed, the Mirror Spirit had no choice but to fight to the death. While Ye Zhi's soul was stiff and motionless, it suddenly swung out its claws!

call out!
The mistletoe on the Tree of Life took action before the Mirror Spirit!
The sharp branch pierced through the mirror spirit's forehead and came out from behind its head. The mirror spirit's body gradually dimmed, turning into tiny dots of light and shattering, leaving only infinite sorrow and confusion in its heart.

There are so many weird things in the soul realm... How did this human survive?
call--

The mirror spirit completely dissipated and fell into the water of soul, making Ye Zhi's soul a little stronger.

Ye Zhi's soul power had already reached a bottleneck. The condensed spiritual power from the Mirror Spirit was an excellent tonic for Ye Zhi.

Ripples appeared on the surface of his soul, and Yeats couldn't help feeling refreshed and let out a breath.

My own soul power has officially entered the fifth ring category!

At this point, the oppressive feeling from the master could no longer affect Yeats, as he had already mastered the [will to power]!
The water of soul symbolizes spirit and will, and the tree of life symbolizes matter and body.

At present, Ye Zhi's soul has officially entered the fifth ring, but his physical strength cannot keep up, which limits Ye Zhi's advancement.

Five-ring heroes are often invulnerable. For example, an ancient Greek hero once soaked his body in the water of the Styx, and his body was immortal except for his heels.

If you want to increase your body strength, soaking your body in the water of Lake Avalon is enough to transform your physique in a short period of time.

After completely digesting the spiritual power of the mirror spirit, Ye Zhi's consciousness withdrew from the soul realm. He opened his eyes and saw Gray staring at him nervously.

"This magic mirror suddenly stopped moving. Ye Zhi, are you okay?"

Yeats briefly summarized what had just happened in the soul realm.

"It actually wants to plot against your soul realm..." Zuanya said in a complicated tone, "In my opinion, your soul realm is even more dangerous than the underworld!"

Yeats looked at the lifeless "magic mirror" and found that after losing its spirit, there was nothing special about it.

When Ye Zhi reached out to touch it, the mirror shattered with a "crack", and a secret passage hidden behind the floor-length mirror appeared in front of Ye Zhi and others!
An ominous aura surged from this passage, and the [Lilith Moonstone] on Ye Zhi's body emitted a faint fluctuation, as if it sensed the same kind of aura from the devil of hell!

Ye Zhi's eyes were solemn. As he passed through the passage, a blood-red altar came into view.

The Blood King, the ancestor of the blood clan, the demon god in hell who is in charge of the sin of jealousy.

His altar emitted an eerie red light, covering the entire secret room!

Gray said: "The Sun Lions are still fighting outside... How can we destroy this altar?"

Zuanya said, "Simple! Let Ye Zhi use the Silver Oak Sword to attack, and the divinity of this altar will be completely wiped out!"

Ye Zhi nodded slightly and drew out the Silver Oak Sword, only to see that the blood divinity lingering on the altar suddenly became violent, and a beam of red light suddenly shot into Ye Zhi's brow!
Soul realm.

A bloody shadow whose face could not be seen clearly stood on the water of soul and suddenly froze.

Blood Shadow: o(Д)っ!
What the hell is this place? Why is it like Valhalla!

The mistletoe emitted a faint wave: "..."

Yeats translated the meaning of mistletoe -

There is no door to hell and you break in!

(End of this chapter)