The Fool of the Gods

Although Zuoqiu said this lightly, An Jing always felt a madness under his calm tone that was no less than that of the person in the coffin.

The historian's attitude towards history was just like the piety of the Rotten Singer's pilgrimage to [Decay], which was so fanatical that it was frightening.

But what was he pursuing?

After no longer having the pressure of survival, Zuoqiu finally showed his excitement about stepping into this place, and became talkative and eager to share. He saw the confusion on Yujie Yanou's face, so he laughed out loud:

"Don't you think history is interesting? Of course, the history of the Island of Hope brought by the advent of [Gods] is even more interesting!

There are stories that are completely different from reality here, and there are countless extraordinary and strange past events. Moreover, the closer you get to the underground, the more attractive this feeling of the unknown is, because the underground history is rarely known. When you discover a story that only you know, this sense of accomplishment and satisfaction is better than all the good things in the world."

An Jing was silent for a moment, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you using these fresh memories to pay tribute to Him?"

"Fresh?

No, no, no, you are wrong, Master Yan, these stories may be fresh to us, but for my benefactor, [Memory], who has already witnessed all the history of the Island of Hope, it may not be worth mentioning.

I am not a devout believer in [Memory]. I am just using [Memory]. His blessing can give me the ability to explore the unknown, and I can also transcribe the old stories I remember to Him, that's all.

I do this more to please myself. People need some excitement in their lives, don't they?

Just like you, even if you are a [Silent] believer, you came here for a chance to meet them.

Master Yan, now the pilgrimage site of the [Decay] believers is under our feet, and the Septic Blood Tomb representing His will is floating above our heads. Look up at the upside-down cone tomb in the sky. What do you think at this moment?"

Feelings?

I may not have any feelings about the Tomb of Bloodshed, but I do have some feelings about you... this lying historian.

Yes, Zuoqiu lied.

The Master of Deception card in An Jing's hand told her that the historian's statement about his beliefs was all lies.

Although there were many lies, she had actually guessed where Zuoqiu's lies were!

He said that he was not a devout believer in [Memory], but in fact, he was a devout believer in [Memory]. Even just now, in the conversation on the edge of the blood lake, he still practiced the dedication to [Memory].

But this dedication is not a simple sacrifice of memory, but...

Let the memory spread!

As the historian himself said, personal memory may be lonely and secret, but history is not, because it is always passed on from mouth to mouth among different people.

Just at this moment, the silent self seemed to have become the historian Zuoqiu's historical recorder.

I witnessed him coming here, witnessed him sharing stories, and witnessed his piety to [Memory].

This historian was not sharing his experiences at all, but passing on the torch of [memory]. He could have kept these secrets to himself, but he did so anyway. His purpose was certainly not to get his own surprise or praise, but to make himself remember [memory] for him.

So this is his path?

This historian with 2300 points is not simple at all.

An Jing frowned slightly and did not speak for a long time. She was thinking about how she should go in the future, but as she thought about it, she widened her eyes and said in astonishment and disbelief:

"The blood-septic tomb has sprouted!?"

"?" Zuo Qiu was stunned, then smiled, "It turns out that it's not just me who has hallucinations because of excessive excitement, it seems that you also..."

But he couldn't continue speaking halfway through this sentence, because he found that the emerald green that suddenly appeared in this black and white mixed with bloody vision seemed...

Not an illusion!

He suddenly paused, and then his expression became extremely exaggerated, and even his voice rose several degrees, becoming extremely sharp.

"How is this possible!?"

How is it possible? Nothing is impossible.

Just as the two were trying to get closer to the churning blood lake, an accident happened.

Of course, it was not an accident. After all, everything in front of them was done by Cheng Shi. He stole the faith of [Decay] and dedicated it to [Prosperity], allowing [Prosperity] to descend underground. Then countless vitality and [Prosperity] aura swept in like a whirlwind, rushing straight to the pilgrimage site of [Decay] believers, destroying the blood and finally the tomb!

The two stood there in shock for a moment, and during this time, they saw the giant python running away in the distance again.It turned into a tree, but it was no longer a rotten wood, but a prosperous giant tree.

The mist also rolled back, and the red soil of the ruins under my feet gradually peeled off the blood color.

All the corrupt blood on the huge ruins shrank back into the blood lake, and then turned into countless drops of thick blood, like a rain curtain, and returned to the blood-staining tomb.

Tiny buds sprouted in the grooves of each character on the pyramid-shaped inverted tomb. When these blood drops flying back to the tomb covered the buds, the new life withered instantly, turned into [decayed] residue, and fell from the sky.

For a while, [decay] and [prosperity] kept fighting on the floating tomb, and a rain of new life died under the tomb.

When the blood-staining tomb sucked the entire blood lake dry to resist the invasion of [prosperity], the strange scene at the bottom of the lake that had never appeared in the world finally appeared in front of the historian and the puppet master.

As the fog disappeared and the vision became clear, Zuoqiu and Anjing could quickly see what was buried at the bottom of the thick blood-colored lake.

But they only took a look and stood there with their scalps tingling.

People!

No, or rather people who were dying but not yet dead!

Countless corrupted bodies sat at the bottom of the lake like blood pupae, densely packed and boundless.

"They... they are..."

Looking at this creepy scene, Anjing felt a current that hit her soul running through her body. She finally knew who Zhen Xin had asked her to be wary of.

They had never seen a [Decadent] pilgrim believer on the road along the way, and they didn't know who was making the pilgrimage in this pilgrimage house, but at this moment she understood, and perhaps even Zhen Xin didn't know, that the [Decadent] pilgrims had already become one with the blood lake and became part of this corrupt blood tomb.

So the historians were wrong. These pilgrims who tried to get [Decay] to favor them did not turn into ashes, but sank to the bottom of the lake and became one of the dense bloody chorus!

The reason why they are called chorus is that at the moment when the blood lake dried up, countless wailing, roaring, screaming and wailing sounded at the bottom of the lake. The sound of thousands of pilgrims resonated and turned into a lament for [Decay].

This song is so moving and pitiful that Zuoqiu and Anjing wanted to join it immediately and contribute a bit of strength to help the lofty blood-staining tomb to resist the invasion of [Prosperity]!

But after just a second of thinking, this idea collapsed.

Because Anjing reacted extremely quickly and silenced the surroundings, the two of them instantly got out of this trance.

When the voice disappeared, Zuo Qiu suddenly came back to his senses, holding his knees with both hands and panting, "Luckily, I have you... Master Yan, if you were not here, I might have given up my oath and joined them today..."

An Jing ignored Zuo Qiu, but looked at the place where the poison had just entered the blood lake, where a "living person" who was not completely covered in blood was struggling to crawl out from the bottom of the dry lake.

This so-called most pious rotten chanter wished he had two more hands and feet at this moment, so that he could leave this place that almost took his life and soul. He roared and cursed and struggled to get out with his hands and feet, but he was still unable to escape the pull of this [decay] chorus.

But at this moment, in the sky full of [prosperity] ashes, a trace of green that was not completely decayed fell in front of his eyes.

The Decayed Chanter made up his mind and suddenly grabbed the last bit of green. Then the blood color faded, the flesh healed, and he ran up from the bottom of the lake with a wild laugh.

The two watched all this silently, speechless for a long time.

"Hey, a believer of Decayed who gave up his oath at the Decayed Pilgrimage House. Look, this is the wonderful history I'm looking forward to!"

Zuo Qiu took out the history book.

An Jing did not comment. She turned her head and looked into the depths of the rainforest with a frown, as if wondering how this horrible change came about, and whether Xin Xin had waited for the person and response she wanted to wait for?

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