Record of Chaos

　　 "Senior is very easy to kill me, but the thing..." Gouzhu smiled under the strong pressure and said, "No one can find it..."

"The three people except me don't know where the things are at all," he pointed at Song Ruhai and the other three with a faint mouth. …"

　　 Song Ruhai and Fat Niu are aware of this terrifying pressure.

　　 They were not only pressed firmly on the ground and unable to stand up, but even the expressions on their faces were fixed, and they couldn't say anything.

　　 This old man can control everything here: including any flow of air in this room, including the goose bumps and every hair on their body, the flow of blood in their body, and their breathing and heartbeat.

　　 Perhaps the only thing he can't control is the fear that spontaneously grows in these people's hearts.

"where is it?"

　　 The reason why this old man still allows Gouzhu to speak is obviously because he wants to hear something from him.

　　 "I will find it early in the morning and put it back in place..."

　　 "As long as the seniors are willing to raise their hands and do one thing..."

　　The only thing Gouzhu can do under this coercion is to speak, and even the freedom to show his expression is deprived.

　　 "What's the matter." The old man's face was terribly gloomy.

　　 "Send a few younger generations to cross the bridge, it doesn't take any effort from the seniors."

　　 The old man's face twitched.

　　Since he was a slave to this transmission tower, although there is no prohibition on assisting students in cheating in the deed, he is a rigid craftsman in everything, and it is indeed a tremendous torment for him to accept "assisting in cheating".

　　 But the pain of losing the fruits of more than ten years of hard work is greater than destroying the perfect and rigid pursuit of this obsessive-compulsive disorder.

　　 "The old man agreed."

　　 After a moment of silence, the old man said solemnly.

　　 "Deal." Gou Zhu suddenly realized that he was free to laugh again.

　　 The pressure in the room disappeared completely, and the old man seemed to have become an ordinary carpenter again.

　　 Song Ruhai and Fat Niu watched all these changes in surprise, but Mu, still snoring.

　　The difference is that the old man did not go down to his underground workshop.

　　 When a long work that had lasted for more than ten years was suddenly interrupted, and his heart was disturbed, he lost his interest in continuing to work.

　　 If there is no hope at all, he can only start from scratch.

　　 But the shrewd young man in front of him gave him such a sense of tension. He didn't want to go anywhere, just staring at the young man here without leaving a step.

　　 As if only in this way, he can avoid all accidents.

　　 He just made Gouzhu stare dumbfounded until the morning. When the first morning light faded away from the darkness, the old man suddenly changed his expression.

　　 "You guys, come to learn swordsmanship?"

　　 Gouzhu laughed blankly.

　　 He didn't guess wrong, the old man has no memory during the day-his adventure was a success.

　　 Otherwise, with this old guy's amazing consciousness, even if he can run farther, in the daytime, the old man will find this thing by himself, and his plan will definitely fail completely.

　　 "We don't learn swordsmanship, nor do we cross the bridge by ourselves."

Gouzhu muttered as usual, avoiding the old man from taking them to the bridge to explain again. Generally, as long as he said that, the old man would ignore them and check the cable bridge and puppets on his own. The woodworking is alive.

　　 He went directly outside, the heart was thrown out of the door by him, and he could see it as soon as he opened the door.

　　 It was already dark when he went out yesterday, and he didn't dare to run far, but the darkness at this point was enough to stop everything.

　　 He picked up the heart wrapped in white cloth and took it back to the room.

　　 The old man's expression didn't fluctuate. He didn't have these memories, and he didn't know what Gouzhu was holding.

　　 Gouzhu found that he had destroyed the five bridges a bit too much.

　　Because during the day, the old man simply ignores him when he enters and exits the underground workshop. The restrictions and locks must be set by him at night, and the old man in the day doesn't know what else is underground.

　　 Gouzhu put the thing back in the underground workshop.

　　 After staying outside for a night, the red light flowing on that heart is already a little dim. Sure enough, the aura outside is far from enough compared to this room.

　　 The spiritual fire in the room has been boiling the sap of the fairy tree.

　　 The pure yang aura in the wood aura was boiled out in this way, and it filled this room, making the air in the whole room feel stagnant.

　　 This heart will slowly absorb these pure yang auras here, and the red aura on it will gradually become clear again, and it will be more powerful.

　　The red streamer spreads all over these spaces, flowing in them like water. The whole world is beating as a whole, once, once, as if the heart is beating. The strange thing is that he didn't feel unstable. As if he was not standing, but floating in this world.

　　 The red color is gradually expanding, and Gouzhu gradually feels that the front, back, left, and right sides have become transparent blood red. These blood reds are twisted walls and pipes, forming a space one by one, connected by pipes, like some kind of deep underground cave.

　　 Gouzhu moved blankly in these labyrinthine caves.

　　 Gouzhu suddenly realized, "Is this in the heart?"

　　 But he didn't feel any anxiety in his heart. The wonderful environment aroused his strong curiosity, just like a traveler who first met the beautiful scenery, with only pleasant excitement.

　　 This red color is as soft as gelatin, but as crystal clear and transparent as red agate, capable of consolidating spiritual energy.

　　 Of course, if this heart has a soul, then these auras can also be called true qi.

　　 Just like the forbidden wood formation he had seen, these pure yang auras were consolidated in these substances, forming an extremely complex formation.

　　 They urge these substances as well, making the whole heart beat again and again and never stop. Of course, every beating consumes a part of Pure Yang Reiki. But it also absorbed the pure Yang aura from the outside world and continued to maintain this kind of dancing on the edge of the cliff.

　　 Gouzhu tried to comprehend the pattern in this world like the restriction on the wooden door.

He failed.

　　 This formation is too mysterious and complicated. His entire spiritual sense can't contain so many things. I really don't know how someone can arrange it.

　　 Gouzhu gradually reached the depths of this heart.

　　 The deepest part is a giant egg, which is set up in a lot of red blood vessels circling and winding.

　　 Faint white light glows on the pale blue jade-like primitive shell.

　　 Gouzhu was attracted by the dome, and his curiosity burned like a fire. He couldn't help but touch the dome.

　　 A huge, low "click" sounded from the eggshell.

　　 A crack has appeared in the eggshell.

　　 The violent suction power came from the eggshell, almost absorbing himself into the egg. This kind of power could not be stopped at all, and the fear suddenly filled his whole heart, but it was too late.

　　 "It's over!" Gouzhu stamped his foot, regretting it.

　　 At this moment, a mysterious and powerful force suddenly grabbed his arm, and the hook pig was not sucked into the egg for a while.

　　The suction from the cracked eggshell is still very powerful.

　　 Gouzhu was pulled by these two forces in opposite directions, feeling that he was slowly being stretched, like a ramen, getting longer and longer.

　　 A strange and severe pain came from the broken part, the kind of pain was like a broken limb, but it was not a broken limb, but another kind of loss, such as a soul.

　　 The noodles finally broke unstoppably.

　　 Gouzhu's soul was cut off partly, this kind of pain was worse than a real severed limb, and Gouzhu couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

　　 Gouzhu trembled all over, like falling from an infinite height, suddenly awakened.

　　 He was sweating profusely, sitting where he was, his eyes still fixed on the blood-red heart that had been placed back on the workbench.

　　 There was still pain in his arm, but it was the unfathomable old man who still clamped his arm tightly. When he finally woke up, the old man let go of his hand.

　　 "Am I...?"

　　 Although everything is like an illusion, his cold sweat is real.

　　 And the feeling of being torn apart just now really made him feel as if he had lost something, but he couldn't remember what he had lost.

　　 The only good news is that he is still alive.

　　 "You ruined an old baby."

　　 The old man sighed, but his eyes seemed to flash with hope again, staring at the heart clamped on the wooden clamp. "But it is also possible that it was saved."

　　 The red aura in it is stronger and more active than before, and an extra white aura begins to flow together.

　　The heart is the dwelling place of the soul.

　　 He has studied this organ for more than five hundred years. As long as a real heart is created, a soul can be produced. He firmly believes this.

　　 Those souls who are constantly reincarnating in the Three Realms and Six Paths are by no means an immortal existence, as Shimen said, or a unique creation by the creator of the world.

　　 The soul, like all things, is just a kind of constantly fluctuating performance of these ubiquitous souls who make up all things.

　　 Since they can be produced naturally, they can also be produced by his hands of craftsmen.

　　 It's just that in the past five hundred years, the old man has never been able to create a truly perfect heart.

　　 He can only make again and again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ experience failure again and again.

　　 After five hundred years, the old man no longer remembers how many times he tried and failed, but every time, he believed that he was better than the last time and he would definitely succeed.

　　 But he did not succeed.

　　 In fact, this time, it should be the same. No matter how perfect the steps are and how they meet his expectations, as long as there are no variables, he will not succeed.

　　 There is another key barrier. He doesn't even know where, let alone break through.

　　 "I saved it?"

　　 "How do seniors plan to thank me?" Gouzhu smiled, and when he thought it was too ridiculous, it was a little embarrassing, so he changed the subject, "Didn't seniors lose their memories during the day, how...?"

　　 "It's night now."

　　 "Night?" Gouzhu was surprised.

　　How long did I stay in that heart? What did you do?

　　 Gouzhu realized that there seemed to be a missing piece of his memory—the memory in the past few hours had disappeared without a trace.

　　 Gouzhu only remembered that he put this heart back in the morning, then entered the heart, and then he was torn off...

　　 Is it night now?

　　 Then there were at least six hours in between, he didn't know what he did.

　　 "This heart still has the last process, but it seems that it is no longer necessary." "The old man frowned.

　　 "It's hard to be me..."

There is a slight discoloration on Gouzhu’s face. If he stays here for a whole day, he will really ruin his heart. Not only will he use this thing to coerce the old man in exchange for the business of crossing the bridge, he may not be able to do business. In anger, he will retaliate in desperation.

　　 That is really self-defeating.