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Chapter 493 "The Whisper of the Heart Demon" Heart-breaking

It was only a few steps from the No. 1 screening room to the door of the No. 2 screening room, but Jiang Qian did not walk easily.

Why were those memories of his "deep relationship" with his sister covered up? Is this related to his sister's identity as a feather tribe? What is his sister's attitude towards this... What does the dream catcher dropped in the copy mean?

Also, did he really pass the test?

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The "Unethical" that just ended still left Jiang Qian with some questions, but the countdown that continued to flow in his vision reminded him:

Time waits for no one!

Those questions can be left to be carefully searched and verified after the copy is out. At present, conquering the hidden task is the only way out.

And Jiang Qian also got serious this time.

"The Whisper of the Heart Demon" is the kind of Lao Deng who lurks in a hidden corner and gives you a fatal blow when you are not prepared! Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, so even if he is now at the peak of the five states, he still can't take it lightly.

That's why he summoned the sperm swallower, a living prop with the function of purifying filth.

There are risks - the Baina sperm swallower is connected to the defense of the sacred mountain. Once damaged, Jiang Qian's hidden forces will be implicated; but fortunately, the sperm swallower is a divine prop, and he expected that this copy would not be able to do anything to a divine prop with a purification effect.

While thinking, Jiang Qian had stopped in front of the door of the No. 2 screening room.

His eyes swept across the poster of "Heart-piercing" hanging at the door. The white dagger crossed between the red and blue tones seemed to have a luster flashing, lifelike.

Jiang Qian was unmoved and stretched out his hand to open the door...

The force was pushed from the wrist, and there was no stagnation or noise during the period - the door opened, and then, a force of attraction enveloped Jiang Qian at the moment the door was opened, taking him in!

Plop -

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Jiang Qian's body fell into the cold water, and before his head and face were submerged, he heard the sperm swallower's anxious howl at the door...

Can't this guy come in? How cunning... Jiang Qian suddenly felt something stuck in his throat when he thought of this!

Then came the feeling of suffocation on the verge of drowning.

The icy liquid crowded around his body and pressed against his face, extracting the gas that sustains his life bit by bit...

Impossible, how could I drown? ... Jiang Qian had an unbelievable thought in his mind.

He was the holder of the "Teng Snake" card and many dragon cards. Water was a blessing of strength for him and the most familiar field. How could he drown? !

However, his senses were not compromised at all, and the painful experience of the suffocation process came like a huge shadow!

Jiang Qian was powerless. In his gradually blurred consciousness, he felt that his soul was light and was being separated from his cold body inch by inch, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time...

It was this familiar feeling again.

"Cough..."

With the continued worsening feeling of suffocation, Jiang Qian tried to retrieve relevant traces from the memory that had just been recovered, trying to extract the familiar past.

But the more he concentrated and thought, the more blurred his vision became, his body became more and more tense, his head became hot, and his consciousness became chaotic...

Suddenly, two familiar voices broke into his mind without warning:

"Yun Zhongshuo, I will not let you go! Give my son back to me!" The woman's anger was accompanied by obvious crying.

"Xiao Han, calm down..."

Jiang Qian suddenly woke up!

Suffering from strong physical discomfort, he recognized the identity of the owner of the voice, and it turned out to be the two people who should be closest to him in this life: his mother Wen Han and his father Jiang Xuesong!

Before he had time to think deeply about the meaning of these two sentences, the voice of the third person came as expected:

"He..."

The chuckle from a man formed a sharp contrast with the mother's heartbroken crying.

Who is it?

Dragon God, Yun Zhongshuo?

Jiang Qian tried to stay awake and tried to get more clues from it.

Then-

"Jiang Yang? You, why are you up?"

This time the voice came from his father, and his tone was filled with worry.

The mother took a breath, someone stood up, and there was a chaotic noise of accidentally knocking over an object.

Immediately, there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and Jiang Qian subconsciously covered his ears!

He couldn't hear...

He couldn't see or smell.

What was going on? Father, mother, Dragon God, and... Jiang Yang? ... Jiang Qian's mind was a mess, and he had a splitting headache for a while. He couldn't see or grasp anything.

He was still light and seemed to be swaying in the wind...

It was very cold.

Jiang Qian tried to grab something, but his surroundings were extremely empty, as if he had come to a lonely mountain.

In a trance, he felt that he passed two graves in front of him, and he couldn't see the inscriptions clearly, so he swept forward uncontrollably again...

Until he came to a man's back and entered his field of vision again.

Jiang Qian stopped here, and the back in front of him gradually became clear. The man had a straight figure, and when he looked from the side, his face was angular and very elegant.

He was wearing the clothes of ordinary mountain people, sitting with his back against the stone pillar on the mountainside, quietly looking at the mountains in the distance.

This figure looked familiar.

The familiar name flashed into Jiang Qian's mind, causing a wave of waves in his heart.

At this time, a childish voice came from the side: "Dad, what are you looking at?"

The man slowly turned his head, his eyes loving and firm: "Dad is going to leave for a while."

"You are leaving again... Can I go with you?"

"Not now, when Dad is settled, he will come to pick you up, you and Mom."

"Oh..." The boy's tone was obviously a little disappointed.

But his father quickly stood up, patted his head, and said: "Protect mom!"

"Yeah!"

...

Protect mom!

...

A kind of awareness that burst out from the depths of the soul stung Jiang Qian!

The same words were also rooted in his memory, but they came from his own father's mouth.

However, at this moment, when Jiang Qian once again looked back at the last words left to him by his father Jiang Xuesong across the turbulent water, the words "Protect mom" were nowhere to be found...

Jiang Qian subconsciously took out the dream catcher he was carrying, but was surprised to find that his hands had become those of a child! At this time, his body was short and tender, and it was no longer the original physique.

"Could it be that I am now... Xiao Zhuo?"

Jiang Qian remembered that the dead son of the Dragon God was called Xiao Zhuo, Yun Zhuo.

The young man Yun Zhuo who almost slaughtered the entire Linyuan Village by himself!

As his mind changed, the man in front of him and his kind smile disappeared. The sun set and the moon rose. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in Linyuan Village, where corpses were everywhere...

"This is..."

Watching the staggering figures fleeing one by one, and the panicked eyes of the people who fell on the roadside and could not escape, Jiang Qian slowly raised his hands, and the thick blood was sticking between his tender fingers, forming an absurd contrast - just like the cause and effect mirror image he saw in the illusion of the sacred mountain, the young boy, tender and cruel.

Then, Jiang Qian lost control of "himself".

His steps moved forward uncontrollably, and he picked up the sharp weapons dropped by others from his feet, rampaging all the way, swiftly and fiercely wiping out every life that appeared in his sight... Whether it was human or livestock, they were all killed in his thoughts!

Why... let me see this...?

Jiang Qian tried to regain control of his body, but it was all in vain.

He was forced to follow Yun Zhuo's perspective, personally killing each target, and seeing their fear and pain when they were dying.

"Yun Zhuo! Stop it!"

Sha Jin?

Jiang Qian hurriedly looked in the direction of the voice, but the next second, the hoe in his hand had smashed the opponent's head hard!

The bright red blood quickly flowed down the boy's face, running endlessly to break free from the thin and fragile body. The boy's expression suddenly solidified, and a look of fear gradually permeated his wide eyes...

Then, it was the centaur that rushed up and then tore into pieces - that was Yun Zhuo's uncle, and his death was particularly tragic under the witness of the first-person perspective!

The broken pieces of meat, the hideous death, the blood mist, the fishy smell...

But none of this could stop the boy's lonely walk.

"Protect your mother..."

Jiang Qian heard a childish voice coming from beside him... No, he could no longer tell whether the voice came from beside him or from himself, and whether the person speaking was Yun Zhuo or himself.

All the feelings were as real and unforgettable as if he was watching his own memories!

He was in incredible excitement, and his steps and movements were difficult to control, until... a thin figure accompanied by swaying fire appeared in the center of his turbid vision.

Only then did he realize that the blood and tears in his eyes had already surged out...

Yuan Xi, Yun Zhuo's mother?

When Jiang Qian's vision gradually became clear, he was embraced by the soul-destroying woman.

"Mom...Mom..."

He heard Yun Zhuo say this.

For some reason, the moment he threw himself into Yuan Xi's arms, Jiang Qian felt incomparable joy and relief!

It was as if he had completed some irresistible entrustment, as if his sins were forgiven...

He was immersed in complete peace, feeling complete and full of body and mind! But then, he felt the intense and heavy loss of the person in his arms!

Just like the sun disappearing and the moon buried in the deep sea...

"I'm sorry... Mom, I'm sorry..."

He heard Yuan Xi crying.

Then...

The pain pierced his chest.

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