Chapter 331

Berelika is an ancient vampire, and is entitled to be called an ancient man, a master and so on.

However, her make-up is very young, her face is full and slightly square, and she seems to have the grace of an aristocratic old woman. Her hairstyle is two simple balls, her voice is deep and clear, her wording is quaint, and she has some literary meaning.

Serena gently touched the magic barrier, a tearing pain made her shrink her hand, "mother, how are you trapped here?"

"How did you come here without saying that? Did I still fail? Did harkon find a way to translate prophecy

"No, you're totally wrong. My father has been defeated and imprisoned. I'm here to see you."

"What? How could this happen? Who beat hakong? A blood clan, or a despicable vampire hunter? "

"He's not a vampire hunter, but he killed all the vampires in valchiha castle."

"So bold, so powerful, so hateful!" Bereika was not angry when she heard the news that valchiha had been completely destroyed, but she was a little relieved. "Those stupid people who were brainwashed by harkon, if they die, they will die. They have no value. Good boy, it's good that you can come to me. If you let me out, we can continue to live in a beautiful world. I'm fed up with your crazy father. Now he is no longer a threat Wait, it's better to ask that man to kill harkon. "

"Hey! Mother, why do you say that about father? "

"That's a madman! Do you understand? He just wanted to kill you and use your blood to achieve his unrealistic wish. "

"No matter whether he is a madman or not, he is my father. Let's go to rescue the man who imprisoned him. In this way, he owes us and should repay us. According to his character, if I force him not to kill his father, then our family will be fine."

"You mean you'd rather believe in a Vampire Slayer than your mother? Have you lost your mind Berelica was fierce and unquestionable.

"Yes, in just a week with him, I have already felt his unquestionable personality like the sun, and the sense of security he gives me is something you can't do for centuries!"

"Child! I'm protecting you from danger. Isn't that what a mother should do? Your father is a madman, and the stranger you said is even more unreliable. You know, I'm the only one in the world who will never hurt you! "

"No, mother, there's one more person who won't hurt me." Serena smiles.

"Damn, you like a mortal? Don't you know that in a few decades, you will hold his body and cry. For our eternal blood group, only the same kind is worthy of love. "

"Why not? After all, your love for me is just a kind of imprisonment. You are no different from your father, "said serana, dejected and trembling with indignation." maybe we don't deserve to have a happy family. "

"Come on, boy, my heart is breaking when I see your pain. Forgive me for my dogmatism. I will always love you. " Berelica and Serena are separated by a barrier. She puts her hand on it. The intense burning brings her pain, but the expression on berelica's face is familiar and serious, and her eyes are gentle.

Serena took a deep breath, closed her eyes, turned her tears away, and then gave a big smile. "I'm sorry, mother. I'm going to save you. What do I need to do?"

"To find the highest pumice spires, the barriers draw the energy of those miserable souls exiled here through the base of these spires, defeat the guards, and remove the barriers. But be careful, there is a giant dragon who calls himself dunharvey (Dragon language means curse eternal life) wandering in the soul grave. He is the supervisor of the director of truth. Don't be found by him. "

"Don't worry, I know."

……

In the dark and long black stone corridor, Lu Zhengkang only has his own light to illuminate the road. The faint white light lights up the surrounding area, and melts into a faint halo within two feet. He looks around, and the wall is full of relief, some clear and some fuzzy. He feels that the air is very humid and warm, and it seems that there is water vapor in the air, which is illuminated by his light The thin mist is like the miasma over the pond.

The ground was solid, but his legs felt soft, like stepping on a cushion.

It's like the gut of some kind of large organism.

He was food, and the relief on the wall was a digested residue.

Of course, it's just a metaphor. Lu Zhengkang observes the relief murals. There are different ways of life. They are basically simple lines, which can identify the human body. Besides, there are not many details to ponder.

But when he saw more, he generally understood that most of the contents depicted in these reliefs were heartbreaking and unforgettable. Those people were making crazy gestures with explosive expressive tension. In the chaotic background, there were always deep round eyes watching everything.

A gust of wind suddenly blows from the deep corridor. It's gentle and soft. It reminds people of the sunny spring day and the gentle wind blowing over the green land in the suburbs in the afternoon. It has a beautiful taste.Lu Zhengkang can't help but think of some past events - the time when he was a student, when he got along with natti and paya, when he studied scriptures in Shaolin Temple, when he practiced martial arts in the courtyard of shixiangmen, and when he prepared three meals for Jonas.

Peaceful without waves, there is infinite reverie in the dark. At that time, life was stratified. Under the sparkling light, it was the story of fish and birds.

He came back to himself. Although he didn't have any nostalgia in his heart, he touched his cheek and didn't know when his smile was full.

The warm air in the corridor stopped.

Lu Zhengkang goes on.

There are many different kinds of sculptures. There is no repetition in details, but there are still similarities. Since they are all sincere and unforgettable emotions, people all over the world are interlinked. There are common joys and sorrows, my smile can be shared, my sorrow also has you to bear, we are one.

This is the corridor of all living beings, the treasure of the Lord of truth.

In the silent silence, Lu Zhengkang's experience is very strange. He seems to be immersed in the background noise. There is nothing wrong with it. It took him a long time to realize that the corridor is extremely quiet.

The feeling of good contradiction is clearly very quiet, even in the environment where breathing, heartbeat, visceral peristalsis and muscle contraction can be distinguished, but it gives people an ordinary sense of appropriateness.

Someone's whispering - it's the reliefs, they're whispering.

"Again..."

"Find what you want Or you'll die. "

"Giving up, only serving is the truth."

"Give it back to me Give it back to me... "

"I think death is relief, but it's just the beginning of pain..."

Lu Zhengkang listened carefully, and all the voices disappeared.

The corridor is still that quiet corridor.