klisemfg Chapter 68 I just want to know where Liang Yuan is.
Chapter 68 I just want to know where Liang Yuan is.
Jiang Lin met Green Xia Li's gaze without fear. From the moment they entered this instance, all the players had been wondering what kind of being the witch was, and Jiang Lin was no exception.
From the elusive Countess Greenshire to the portrait of Princess Theresa, an image of a blonde girl appeared in my mind, but it never truly captured her essence.
Jiang Lin: "At first, I thought that your abilities were so powerful that you didn't directly pull us all into the inner world just to tease us. But later I found out that wasn't the case."
"Your power is no longer as great as it was thousands of years ago. The reason you don't appear before us is not to maintain an air of mystery, but because you can't!"
The witch first exploits the fear in people's hearts, causing them to be killed by the creatures they fear in the other world. Then, she uses the obsessions and evil thoughts in the players' hearts to sow discord and make them kill each other.
This is a very obvious process of magic gradually increasing in power, and the variable in this process is the number of survivors.
"I suspect you must have absorbed some kind of power from the dead, such as a soul, to restore your own magic."
The fact that Green Xia Li just asked Mo Xi Zheng to kill someone to fulfill her wish also proves this point.
The air grew heavy as Jiang Lin and Lü Xiali locked in a tug-of-war of glances.
"You are the first human to dare to provoke me." Green Xia Li looked deeply at the young man, then slowly raised her hand. Time seemed to have been turned back at the wound site of Mo Xi Zheng. The blood not only stopped flowing out, but returned to the heart at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The seven-colored gemstone dagger automatically detached from Moxi Zheng's body and hovered in the air.
"Cough cough cough..." Mo Xizheng instantly pulled himself out of the brink of death, clutching his chest and coughing violently.
"How do you know I won't let him die?" Green Xia Li looked at Jiang Lin curiously.
"I guessed." Jiang Lin helped Mo Xizheng up and looked at the witch again: "I heard a story about a prince, a witch, and Fabian."
After Chen Jiangqiao learned about the origin of the witch from Xu Enxi, he told Ji Xingyi. Knowing that Jiang Lin had his own plans, Ji Xingyi recorded all the information on his phone's memo and secretly handed it to Jiang Lin last night.
All the clues came together at this moment, and the logic became a complete loop.
Jiang Lin: "In the beginning, she was a spirit born from heaven and earth. Until one day, a human prince appeared. Because of the prince's obsession, the spirit was given a human form and name at that moment - Green Xia Li."
"In short, Green Xia Li is the projection of the god in the prince's heart, mysterious, powerful, and pure. As the prince entered middle age, he reshaped Green Xia Li into a new image, and the elegant and noble little princess of the empire, Theresa, is the projection of the people."
"However, after the prince died, his son Fabian succeeded him, and the spirit projected a third image in Fabian's heart—a bewitching witch."
Jiang Lin: "So, whether it's Green Xia Li, Theresa, or the witch, they are all fake, just human desires."
Ding Xuehui looked shocked: "She's fake?"
"Spirits have no sensory abilities; everything they do is a response to human emotions. But why would a deity without desires fear annihilation?" Jiang Lin's eyes held a hint of disdain.
"I guess that something happened during these long years that made her unwilling to leave this world, so she began to lure humans into this eerie castle. Those who die here will become the source of her power."
"But what does all this have to do with him?" Ding Xuehui looked at Mo Xizheng, even more confused.
"That's something Count Greenshire can answer," Jiang Lin shrugged, this was his guess.
In story-driven dungeons, the protagonist should play a crucial role in connecting the various parts of the story. Mo Xizheng's importance is self-evident, and Jiang Lin bets that she won't let the protagonist die like that.
Mo Xizheng helped Jiang Lin away from his support and slowly walked towards Lü Xiali with heavy steps: "Where is Liang Yuan?"
Green Xia Li smiled gently: "Four years ago, a human from China came here. I could feel his life slipping away. In the words of you human doctors, he wouldn't live more than a month."
Mo Xizheng's pupils widened: "What did you say?"
“He’s special. All those who are dying pray to the gods to prolong their lives. But he wanted the person he loved to be free forever. Someone once said that to me too.” For the first time, a look of curiosity, a human emotion, appeared on Green Xia Li’s face. “But I can’t understand it. I want to know what that means. Can you answer me?”
Mo Xizheng's shoulders began to tremble violently, his chest heaved, and his mind was so muddled that he could not stand. He staggered back several steps, but was caught by Jiang Lin just in time before he fell.
"I just want to know where Liang Yuan is..." Mo Xizheng's eyes were bloodshot as she forced back her tears and gritted her teeth, saying, "You just need to tell me where Liang Yuan is!"
Just as Mo Xizheng was about to break down, a large hand suddenly appeared behind him and pressed down on his trembling shoulder. Mo Xizheng turned around in a panic, and the moment he saw the familiar face, tears streamed down his face.
"Don't cry." Liang Yuan's expression was complicated as he reached out and tenderly wiped away the tears that kept falling from Mo Xizheng's face.
"Let's go!" Filled with boundless panic, Mo Xizheng felt all the pain in her body vanish in that moment. Grabbing Liang Yuan's hand, she trembled as she pushed open the door.
"Let's leave here, let's go home."
go home……
"Why do humans always like to deceive themselves?" Surprisingly, Green Xia Li did not stop her, but the blonde girl showed a hint of regret on her face when Mo Xi Zheng could not answer her question.
Jiang Lin watched the two leave, his eyes darkening: "So humans are quite interesting, aren't they?"
Ding Xuehui noticed that no one was paying attention to her, so she quietly moved towards the canvas. However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the edge of the canvas, the canvas suddenly moved quickly, as if it were being taken from thin air, and flew into Lü Xiali's hands.
“If this is what you desire,” Green Xia Li said with a mocking look in her eyes, then waved her right hand, and a seven-colored gemstone dagger stood between Ding Xuehui and Jiang Lin, “it’s your turn to choose.”
"You!" Ding Xuehui's face turned extremely ugly, her eyes filled with shock and confusion, but after a few seconds, a confident smile returned to her face: "You don't need to sow discord."
She knew Jiang Lin all too well; a gentle yet powerful young man, his intelligence bordering on the supernatural. Even the witch couldn't bewitch Mo Xizheng, how could Jiang Lin possibly…?
"puff--"
Ding Xuehui's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain in her chest, and she looked down in disbelief.
The seven-colored gems on the dagger refracted a dazzling light, making the constantly flowing blood appear so pale.
Jiang Lin leaned close to the girl's ear, his voice still as gentle as an angel's: "Xuehui, do you know? I don't like other people touching my things."