[R18] Erha and he’s white cat master – “Erha and He’s White Cat Master” Chapter 217 [English]

Chapter 217 [Jiao Mountain] The Nightmare Begins

He walked on the long central axis of the front hall of the Tiangong. Every brick and stone under his feet was as shiny as thin ice, reflecting his figure.

Benedict.Benedict.Benedict.

Step by step, the sound of empty footsteps echoed lonely in the hall.

But Mo Ran is not lonely, he is not alone, he is now standing in the middle of the trail in the endless Confucianism Gate Sacrifice Hall, with densely packed people on both sides, men, women, old, young, with faces with different expressions.

He stood in the middle, and this place looked like a small city. On the left hand side of he, the corpse of Rufengmen, those who were sorry for Xu Shuanglin, all became lowly people, were tortured, cut apart, executed with various criminal methods, and then resurrected, resurrected and executed again.On the other side, people are singing, dancing and enjoying themselves.

He even saw Luo Xianxian, which should not be a real soul, but the appearance of other corpses made by illusion, controlled by Heizi, just like those Jiao people in Jin Chengchi.

Luo Xianxian, with her hair pulled up in a bun, is currently with her husband Chen Bohuan. The two of them look comfortable and leisurely.

He also saw Yuan Chen’s youngest daughter, sitting next to his brother and sister-in-law, talking to them with a smile.Luo Xianxian, on the other hand, was leaning against Chen Bohuan. When she heard something interesting, she covered her mouth with her sleeves, arching her eyebrows and smiling brightly.

This scene is beautiful and dreamy, but it makes the back of Mo Ran feel cold.

He was walking in this long corridor. It was half hell and half heaven. Good and evil were clearly divided. He had laughter on the left and moans of pain on the right.

He walked forward, as if walking through water and fire, light and shadow, he looked to the left, there were hundreds of butterflies flying in the flowers, and a stream of water gurgling out from behind the beams, with clear wine flowing in it. Beside the wine river, some people were reading leisurely, some were reciting poems and composing poems, children were laughing, and women were drunk and sleeping in their clothes.

He looked to the right, the cauldron was scalding hot, the fire was cooking oil, the twisting bodies were poured with boiling oil, their tongues were pulled out and their hearts were pierced. People cursed and bit each other, with a cold light like wild beasts flashing in their eyes.

He also saw the former abbot of Wubei Temple, the old monk who single-handedly planned the shady plot of the Lingshan Conference. He was surrounded by three people, each holding a rusty small stew knife in his hand, and they were cutting his face, legs and brother’s head, one after another. The cut skin and flesh quickly recovered, and so on. The old monk couldn’t help but scream, but what he made was just a roar of unknown meaning—— heThe rumor-mongering tongue has long been torn out.

The further Mo Ran walked forward, the more he felt shuddering.

He didn’t even want to look either way, crying, laughing, angry, or happy.

A woman on the left is chanting softly: “Life and death, lonely life. There is a lover who cannot call out the lover’s response…”

On the right, a woman is being bitten by a vicious dog and screaming.

He saw half the light and half the darkness with his peripheral vision. The light and darkness were so absolute, just like the chess pieces on a chessboard, black and white confront each other, good and evil were clear.

Mo Ran only felt a splitting headache.

He stood in the middle, he simply stopped and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the scenes of the nine heavens and purgatory blending together again.

He stayed where he was, waiting for the large army that was not as fast as he to catch up.

“Falling leaves frighten the dream, walking leisurely in the dust and counting the falling red…”

“No! Don’t do this to me again! Please! Save me…save me…”

But the sounds from both sides continued like arrows, piercing into the wood.

He heard Luo Xianxian gently saying to her husband: “Mr. Chen, the orange flowers in the courtyard are all blooming. I’ll take you to see them, okay?”

He heard Qin, the former head of Jiangdong Hall, laughing like crazy: “Adultery? Hahahaha, yes, I am committing adultery with Nangong Liu! I am a slut, a prostitute, a slut, a poisonous woman – I killed my husband, I want to be the head – hahahaha, you all come and see my true face, see that I am an ugly bitch, hahahaha…”

Everything is gathered together.

Living people, dead people.

Reality or fantasy?

Is it black or white, good or evil?

The surrounding sounds gradually became like a tide, and the waves rose and fell. He seemed to see two giant dragons breaking out of the water, and the moonlight illuminated their cold and moist scales.

Are those two dragons?

No, those are my two souls.

The fight started again, roaring, breathing dragon breath, biting and colliding with each other.

The earth shook.

Mo Ran couldn’t stand this crazy noise. He covered his ears, but he still couldn’t block the messy sounds twice. Finally, he couldn’t bear it. He wanted to raise his hand and cast the silencing curse.

he opened his eyes suddenly.

The surrounding scenes disappeared.

The ink burns with horror.

he froze in place – what happened?Why did the surrounding scenes disappear?

where is he?

Why is there darkness everywhere, endless darkness…

Is it an illusion set by Xu Shuanglin?

Mo Ran looked around, there was nothing, everything was dark.

He walked a few steps and called tentatively: “Master?”

“Xue Meng?”

“Is anyone coming?”

No one answered he, it was black, deathly black.

Even though I have seen countless winds and waves, such darkness is still terrifying. He walked forward, goosebumps appeared on his arms, he walked forward…

Suddenly, he saw a faint white light shining far far ahead, which seemed to be the exit.

he walked towards that place.

Suddenly, figures appeared around him, and their faces were not so clear, but when he heard the murmurs of those people, he knelt down to him like a tide.

Those people were chanting great works, their voices were deep and rumbled together into a river——

“I wish you, Emperor Taxian, may you live as long as heaven.”

Stepping on the Immortal Emperor?

No…no!

He shuddered, he trembled, he shuddered, he ran forward with all his strength, but it seemed like millions of hands were coming from all directions to catch him.

“Your Majesty——”

“Tread on the Immortal Lord Ze and be trapped for eternity.”

“Longevity is endless, happiness and fortune are endless.”

Mo Ran was actually driven a little crazy. He tried his best to break away the invisible hands, and ran towards the ray of light: “No, it’s not me…go away…go away!”

“Treading Immortal Lord…”

But those voices followed him like a shadow, lingering, and Mo Ran began to feel that Xu Shuanglin had trapped the evil spirits of the ghost world. At this moment, they were all coming out to capture he, the escaped ghost.

“Why is Your Majesty leaving?”

“Emperor, Emperor…”

Mo Ran staggered under his feet, his eyes flashed with blazing light, he wanted to leave, but all the resentful spirits were trapping him, he was forced to be trapped, and he had no way to hide, so he suddenly became furious, he turned his head angrily, suddenly drew his sword and swore, chopping the phantoms into broken darkness.

He has a face like a wolf or a leopard, almost ferocious.

“Get out!!” he shouted, “Get out of here, everyone! Get out of here!”

The words fell, and his face became miserable.

he heard people around him murmuring and snickering: “I?”

“He is talking about me… yes… he is talking about me…”

“Emperor, where did we go wrong? You should also know in your heart who you are and where you come from. You can’t escape.”

Mo Ran stepped back with his sword, shaking his head: “No, no… that’s not the case…”

The black smoke that was chopped up by he gathered and took shape again, and a blurry shadow fell in front of him, approaching him step by step.

The shadow said softly: “What’s wrong?”

“I am not Taxianjun!”

“How come you are not stepping on the Immortal Lord?” The voice was ethereal and soft, like the thin smoke rising from the gauze curtain in summer, “Of course you are, there is a debtor who owes you the wrong, and you are the only one, you can’t escape…”

“But it’s over!” Mo Ran stared at the black shadow, “It’s over! The Immortal Lord has already died in front of the Tower of Babel, and it has nothing to do with me entering the tomb! I just… I just…”

The shadow smiled softly, as delicately as a flower’s stamen: “What are you?”

Mo Ran: “…”

“Are you just a returning soul?” it asked, “Just a physical body with a memory? Are you just an innocent life living in the shadow of Taxianjun? Or… are you just a dream?”

If he was still angry and fearful just now, as soon as these words came out, the burning emotions were like ice, and the blood all over his body froze.

He was almost at a loss and didn’t react. He murmured and wanted to speak, but couldn’t form a complete sentence for a long time. Then he opened his mouth, his voice was astringent, and he hollowed out his throat and only dug out a broken word: “…dream?”

“You always feel that you have been reborn, but who can say for sure? Does what you think must be true? Is it you or me who is real at this moment?” The fuzzy smoke surrounds him, becoming clearer and clearer as it gathers. “You said you died under the Tower of Babel, but you are clearly standing here alive now… Are you really dead?”

The ink burned and stared at the black smoke.

He no longer shivered, he only felt cold, like falling into an ice cave and stepping into an abyss.

So cold.

Is he really dead?

The desolation of Wushan Palace seemed to still be immersed in the bone marrow, and the fire of the ten sects’ uprising was like a long snake hissing and snaking from the foot of the mountain to bite off his neck.

Xue Meng seemed to be standing in front of him just now, with nothing, and with tears in his eyes, he said harshly: “Mo Ran, give me my master back.”

Is he really dead?

He remembered that he had taken poison, which was so poisonous that it pierced his heart and split his lungs. He staggered to the Tower of Babel, used his last strength to climb into the dug grave, and lay down in the coffin.

The begonia flowers bloom very tenderly, with a faint fragrance, and the skylight, clouds and shadows linger together.

he closes his eyes…

“Then you open your eyes. You go back to when you were sixteen, when everything was still recoverable, right?”

That black image could see through his heart, and he whispered with a low smile.

“You are back. The peak of life and death has not been destroyed. Although the Confucianism Sect has turned into scorched earth for the second time, it was not your fault. Ye Wangxi is not dead, nor is Shi Mingjing. You have seen your mind clearly. You have fallen in love with Chu Wanning, and you have become Grandmaster Mo. He finally accepted you, and you thought you were free. Now you are the leader of the rebel army, Taoist Priest Qingzheng, and a generation of young heroes who want to arrest the bully leader Xu Shuanglin on the mountain——”

Almost dead silence.

The blood vessels burning in the neck were trembling suddenly, along with the fierce heartbeat.

The black shadow has no face, but it is staring at him, and he knows that it is staring at him.

“You think beautifully.”

The cold sword pierced the heart, and the fangs pierced the neck.

Mo Ran can hear despair spreading in his body, spreading like poison, just like the fatal poison he took when he was thirty-two years old, spreading… immersing in the liver and gallbladder… immersing in the heart…

“You are not reborn at all, you are dead, everyone is dead, Xue Meng is still alive but he hates you.” The black shadow said, “Now that you wake up from the dream, open your eyes, Ta Xianjun, you are still the lord of darkness.”

“No…” Mo Ran heard someone speaking, and the voice was so weak and broken, as if it had been broken down countless times and then bonded together. Then he was surprised to find that the person who said this voice was actually he himself, “No…”

He drives the courage in every inch of his bones and every drop of blood, he opens his eyes, and there is a madness in his eyes——

“You lied! It’s impossible! It’s impossible!!”

He gathered his sword and slashed, panting furiously.

The black smoke dissipated again.

But its voice did not disappear. It was laughing in a low voice: “Lying? But Your Majesty, why don’t you lower your head and take a look, what is it that you are holding in your hand?”

The author has something to say: I have been very busy these days, and I have to attend meetings. I apologize for not replying or editing. Anyway, the manuscript has been stored for seven days, which should be enough to last until I can take a rest after finishing the work. Every day, the manuscript is published on time. If it is not published by ten o’clock, Jinjiang will take it. Just brush it a few more times. It will be fine!