Chapter 339

In the towering cemetery of the soul tombs, berelica whispers her conjecture.

"Although the Lord of truth is blind and stupid, he still has some basic behavioral logic. He is a ruthless soul devourer. The soul grabbing monster called by the soul trap is his creation - or son. He instinctively yearns for the spiritual power of the soul, so he will do his best to drain every trace of emotion of each soul. But he is very fair. As long as you can withstand his attack, you are qualified to live in the soul tombs. "

"Is that fair?" she sneered

"He thinks it's fair, and he's far from arrogant because of his chaotic character. My child, if you deal with demons more often, you'll know how annoying some guys are, for example..." Berelica lowered her voice, and finally did not put out the treacherous words, "in a word, this friend's soul is incomplete, but he got the spiritual power of his lover, so he behaved very naturally."

"I see. So, is it the manifestation of mental deficiency to see him in a state of sudden confusion?"

Garna looked up and offered to explain, "it's not that easy. In those years, my husband and I experienced the bloody game of demon God and got a Mara amulet as a reward. It helped us to connect. We would not be mentally deficient, but sometimes he would be very tired and I didn't want to replace him. "

"It's strange. Is there a deal between the devil and the Holy Spirit?" Berelica smiles, droops her eyes and ponders.

"Who knows, now I'm going to save my son. You can leave."

Serena said hastily, "I'll go too."

Berelica nodded. "This lady, your child is kind to us. We can't just sit back and watch. What's more, I'm afraid no one else in the world has studied this place more deeply except me, who has been trapped in the soul grave for thousands of years. "

Garna shook her head at them. "It's our family's business, and it's what my husband and I have always wanted - you're vampires, I'm afraid you don't understand this feeling - the war has taken away the people of our previous generation. Our origin is not happy, our experience is not glorious, our love is not long, but we have our own children, and we are both mothers Pro, you should know what it means to have a child. Even if the souls of my husband and I are completely annihilated, as long as the child is alive, it's not immortality... "

Berelica, heartbroken by her words, turned her head and looked at Serena with a kind look. Although the first lady is also very moved, she is not Garna after all and can't bring her own experience into her life. The painful past of incarnating a vampire makes her feel that immortality is not a commendable thing. Now she is secretly embarrassed by berelica's warm eyes.

"Mother, tell me what we can do for you."

"Of course, we are going to confirm your child's condition now. If we can find a better body, then I can confirm his condition. As for you and your wife, there are ways to cure them, but they need some" nutrition. "

Garna look flat, "is already dead, there is no good difference, I just want my son to grow up healthily."

Serena had a strange look. "Growing up? With all due respect, your child is now a strong man. "

"Yes? It seems I've been sleeping too long

Berelika took out a bone bottle from the cloth bag around her waist. "The soul pods growing everywhere in the soul tombs grow vigorously with the ubiquitous spirit as nutrients. They have a wonderful effect. This bottle is an extract. You can drink it to supplement your lost spirit."

Garna took the bottle, but did not drink it immediately. "I have something to say to you."

"All ears."

Garna was silent for a long time. Her silence also made the two vampires listen to silence. Serana looked at the ghost in front of her eyes and was confused. Why did this woman insist?

For posterity, for family, but what does it mean?

Serena thought of her crazy and embarrassed father and dogmatic and loving mother. What does family and future generations mean to them?

Some things, if you don't think about them, will evolve in a natural way like invisible air. But once you think about them, no matter what kind of thinking, profound, stupid, crude, brilliant, it's always a very tired and terrible thing.

Baishan once said to her, "time will prove everything."

And for vampires, this may be the final footnote of all their joys and sorrows.

Garna said softly, "with endless gratitude, I pray to the Holy Spirit and the devil and bless you. I want the child to have a complete soul, not to leave a part to bear the pain here. If all the efforts fail, you can give my husband and I to the Lord of truth in exchange for my son's soul. "

According to the profound truth, the souls who survived the attack of dunharvey have the character of freedom and can leave the soul tombs and go to the kingdom of Saint and God.

"Is it worth it?" Asked berelica in a low voice."My child, you will know him, because he is a destined hero and will write endless epics. He can't die here."

"I understand, sister."

Berelica is also a Nord. How can she not understand the glory?

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The corridor of all living beings is endless. Even if all souls in the world come here, they can never see each other.

At this time, Lu Zhengkang's road is full of dry hair and scales. The spirit overflows from it and turns into a long blue line. At the end of it is a wriggling chaotic body. In other words, there is no light on him. Only the illusory floating of the spirit disperses like a firefly, so that the darkness does not completely engulf everything.

The more the burden, the longer the road. Lu Zhengkang has lived for five generations, and the road he has to walk should be five times longer - no one knows how long it is.

Lu Zhengkang came to the candle with a distorted posture.

This flame, seemingly unreachable, has always been in front of us. It's just nourished by Lu Zhengkang's memory. It's transformed from fantasy to reality. It's light orange. Any candle in the world can emit such light. It's not rare at all. But there are all of Lu Zhengkang's joys and sorrows, his persistence, his courage, his courage Thinking, this candle is himself, just like the beautiful illusion of butterflies flying from the cocoon.

The creeping mass of disgusting spirit on the ground grows scales on its epidermis, just like eyes, bathed in candlelight.

Candlelight is the collection and meal of the Lord of truth.

There was an eye at the end of the passage looking at the fire, greedy.

"Dedication, dedication..."

"He will give, he can exchange everything he wants..."

Choose, Lu Zhengkang, to exchange his soul for his mother's memory, or to retrieve his soul so that he can survive.