Yama Rising - 1118

Qin Ye looked at that hand in a daze. It took a long time to put it down. He knew that if he did it again, he would make the same choice.

The world has entered tranquility again, and the great trial of the heart demon is like an infinite reincarnation. When one is over, there is only endless darkness for the rest of the time.

Qin Ye didn’t waste this time. There were no rules in the Great Heart Demon Judgment, and all the rules had to be found bit by bit. He can’t waste any time.

“First of all, the first rule is-this is the scene of the past, which belongs to’has happened.’ It must not be changed. Any change or delayed action will be judged as a failure.”

“The second rule that is not a rule: other than that, everything is allowed.”

He pondered.

It seems simple, but it makes people unable to relax at all. This is too easy for an “invincible magical technique” certified by the Dao of Heaven.

People can be impulsive, but not always impulsive. He can be sure that next time, he will not block everything.

This shot was a farewell to his past.

It was a resistance to what was once incapable.

It is a kind of memorial to the grandfather who doesn’t know where his soul is.

However. As the lord of the underworld of China, his position and responsibilities are destined for him to be able to cut love with the sword of wisdom.

“Grandpa…” He sighed faintly. Grandpa’s voice and smile were about to come to mind again. At this moment, his eyes flashed suddenly, and Huo Ran raised his head and looked around in shock.

He… can’t remember Grandpa’s face!

No… more than that, he can’t even remember his childhood experience!

Except for his own name and birth…A career before the age of about fifteen, there is no impression at all!

“This is…” The sudden shock caused him to have a thin layer of chicken skin all over his body. He couldn’t believe it, looking at the top of his head, and muttered: “Is this the so-called magic…”

The heart demon’s big trial finally revealed its hideous fangs!

“There is no limit on the number of times… because it does not require a limit on the number of times. Every time you fail, the cost is to lose your memory?” He rubbed his chin lightly, his expression extremely solemn: “I have only lived for more than one hundred and twenty years, and I don’t know yet. The memory that will not be lost once increases. If according to the worst result…the memory lost the next time doubles. Then…”

There are at most three chances!

Worst result: next time, 30 years of memory will be lost. Next time, I lost my memory of sixty years. So for the third time… even if he came up with a crucial cracking method, he couldn’t remember it at all!

Then… it was formed: every time you enter the heart demon trial, it is equal to the first time you enter, and it is impossible to crack! So as to achieve…infinite reincarnation!

Really lost!

At this moment, he is like being alone in a pack of wolves at night. Across the thick black curtain, there are countless packs of wolves behind. If you don’t pay attention, they will rush to tear his throat.

“At most three times.” A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and the hands he was holding were all pinched dead white. Unknowingly, the fangs of the wolves had approached the throat, which made people feel sharp.

How to do?

Funiu Mountain was born at Tai Sui, and I don’t know what happened later. That’s probably the key to the trial of the heart demon! And he didn’t have the confidence to get rid of all the karma behind him in one go.

And the next time I fail… even if I still lose 15 years of time, I won’t remember that I have eaten Tai Sui! The only advantage will be lost, and then… I’m afraid I will be lost immediately!

Silent murder, he has been forced to a dead end.

However, before he could finish thinking about it, the void around him suddenly became blurred again. The white rays of light cut through the darkness, just like Genesis.

The third trial of the heart demon begins!

“How can it be so fast!” Qin Ye gritted his teeth, and the familiar feeling of dizziness struck again. After the dizziness disappeared, he immediately opened his eyes.

Sure enough, he was already lying on the straw bed.

“Grandpa is not here, he is on the way back, I will go out now, I will meet Ye Xianzu who asks for directions.” All the clues quickly passed through my mind. He moved, but did not stand up.

From his grandfather’s return to the time when he came out again, he only had nearly an hour.

This hour, he must come up with a solution. Nothing can delay his thinking.

If he can’t figure it out, he will forget the next ten years. I can no longer remember the scenes that happened that year, and all doubts will be covered up. If you say, now he has a 50% chance of getting through the heart demon trial. But if it fails this time, then… definitely less than 10%!

What to do… what exactly can I do to break this predicament?

His thoughts had never been so active, and soon, the voice of grandpa talking softly came from outside the door. He has already met Ye Xianzu. Coming in soon!

Qin Ye’s straw was almost cut off by Qin Ye. He desperately recalled his advantages: neither life nor death… see through yin and yang… such advantages… what would he do when he encountered memory loss? What can be done?

Picture after picture, one by one guess, familiar people kept flashing through their minds. Suddenly, his pupils shrank severely.

He thought of someone.

Li Zhenshu.

She… has lost her memory at least six times, but now she is still her.

Xia Jinse.

What she did is…

Qin Ye immediately turned over and jumped up, rushed into the kitchen quickly, found the sickle, and stroked his hand.

However, at this moment, his hand… actually couldn’t move half way!

In the kitchen, Qin Ye clenched his teeth and pressed his hand down desperately. However, in midair, it seemed like an invisible giant hand, firmly supporting his hand. He was unable to implement the following plan at all.

He immediately threw the sickle away, the yin air gathered at the tips of his fingers, and he slashed towards his arm again.

However, the moment the yin air touched the skin, it immediately disappeared.

“Heh…” A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and a few seconds later, he wiped his arm severely, and cursed from between his teeth: “Damn it!”

It is not allowed to record memories in any form… This, I am afraid, is the third rule of the Inner Demon’s Great Judgment.

No, to be precise, there are only two rules for the trial of the demons.

First, any behavior that alters the memory event is judged to fail.

Second, any act of recording memory events is judged to be a failure.

It seems simple, but the combination, plus the failure penalty, has become an unsolvable defense!

“Dogdan! What…what are you doing?” Grandpa’s voice came from his ear, and Qin Ye woke up suddenly. Looking back, Qin Zhongguo looked at his clutched wrist in surprise, as well as the sickle that had fallen to the ground and had obviously passed away.

“Nothing.” Qin Ye pulled out an unnatural smile: “I’m just a little hungry, want to see if there is anything to eat.”

He knew what Grandpa thought of in a moment, but he had no reason to commit suicide, so he could easily prevaricate.

Sure enough, Qin Zhongguo did not continue to question, but he sighed and touched his head lovingly: “It will be all right… Come, grandpa just picked some wild vegetables, let’s have a good meal.”

Seeing Qin Zhongguo’s busy back, Qin Ye gritted his teeth fiercely.

He doesn’t want to give up!

He can’t guarantee that he will be able to break through the heart demon trial this time, he must record his memories!

“Grandpa…” After taking a deep breath, he pretended to say calmly: “Do you have a pen? I suddenly remembered something and wanted to write it down.”

If you can’t record it yourself, can someone else record it?

When entering the heart demon’s big trial again, seeing these words, can you…can recall it again?

“No.” Qin Zhongguo turned around inexplicably, “How can there be such a thing…Go out and pick up two branches and engrave them on the wall? Isn’t it all done before?”

“Hey, wait for Grandpa to cook first, but you can’t starve your good grandson.”

Qin Ye raised his head and took a hard breath.

No… Still not!

If you ask grandpa to record, the other party will definitely agree. But… this will delay the time to go up the mountain, and Tai Sui will only appear in less than three minutes. Delay… it will fail!

How to do it…how to do it?

His hands were darkened into his black hair, he combed hard, his eyes flushed slightly. Reflected in the flames of the burning earthen stove, there were even some hideous.

I can’t write, grandpa can’t write, now I can write… only… Ye Xianzu?

However, if these things are spoken out, even if the other party records it, it will directly destroy everything afterwards!

After eating Tai Sui, what happened in that “Taoist Temple”?

Ye Xianzu is definitely one of the core figures!

Who else?

Who else can record? At least…let him try this idea!

There was silence, only the crackling of firewood and grandpa’s coughing from the kitchen. Qin Ye seemed to hear the creaking movement of the second hand in the air, which made people feel cold.

I don’t know how long it took, Qin Zhongguo walked out, carrying a bowl of soup, and said with a smile: “Come on, doggie, eat. After drinking the porridge, you won’t be hungry, be good…”

He did not go on.

He brought Qin Ye up in one hand, and of course he was familiar with each other’s character. Half-sized son, poor old man, when there was time to eat, the other party could not even ask, but with a thoughtful look on his face. Well… this thought is really serious.

“Dogdan.” With a sigh, he put down the bowl, walked to Qin Ye’s side, and patted him on the shoulder: “It’s a good thing to want to read.”

“However, we have to be full before we have the strength.”

“Now, what do you use in the city… pens. Although we can’t afford it, but… brushes and pencils, maybe one or two can be bought. Obedient, ah, eat first, and grandpa will fight for a fat rabbit tomorrow. , Go down the mountain to change something for you?”

He was also going to persuade a few words, however, Qin Ye’s head had already turned around mechanically. He blinked and jumped up suddenly.

Fountain pen…brush…pencil…

Can’t write by yourself…

And here, his only advantage is: the memory is still there, the realm is still there.

Then… there is just one thing, maybe… this goal can really be achieved!

Thinking is like a cold spring bursting, a thousand miles away. He pretended to nod his head, and grabbed his hand gently in the void while his grandfather went out to talk to Ye Xianzu. A silver brush appeared quietly.

destiny!