novelslam Chapter 122 The Defiled Purple Star
Chapter 122 The Defiled Purple Star
Countless thoughts arose and fell.
Jiang Chaosheng analyzed three possibilities.
First, this is a curse, a means used to deal with himself and Daji.
It's just unknown under what conditions this curse will erupt.
Secondly, this is self-deception.
As Daji gets closer to the hiding place of the middle-aged scholar, she will feel sadness.
This might be the middle-aged scholar causing trouble.
Perhaps if I hadn't been protected by Antique Shop Zero, I would have felt the same deep sorrow as Daji.
He wanted to create the impression that he, Daji, and the middle-aged scholar were very familiar with each other.
Using things like past lives and reincarnation, those old-fashioned ideas.
Once he gains their trust, he will devise a plan to trap them here forever.
Third, Daji did indeed know him.
The black-clad youth who resembled her so much was Daji's husband, the Human Emperor.
The reason Daji always called herself her husband was because she looked very much like that emperor.
Jiang Chaosheng was still pondering when the middle-aged scholar in front of him came to his senses.
He slowly turned his head and stared blankly at himself.
The next second, blood started flowing from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Jiang Chaosheng suddenly retreated and took out a flintlock pistol from his waist.
The middle-aged scholar, seemingly clinging to the last shred of reason, spoke with difficulty:
"Kill me."
Jiang Chaosheng frowned.
Is that even a requirement?
He cooperated by firing a bullet at him.
The bullet entered his body, and cracks began to spread all over his body, like a piece of porcelain about to shatter.
Jiang Chaosheng fired another bullet and asked:
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged scholar's expression was one of struggle, as if he were suppressing something, and he tried to open his mouth:
"I...I am the obsession of the Purple Star."
Jiang Chaosheng secretly memorized the three words "Purple Star".
Ziwei Star is probably also a deity, just like the Jinghe Dragon King.
These ancient beings all liked to leave something behind in the human world.
It's either obsession or resentment; if it's not resentment, it's a lingering remnant of the soul.
A dark aura gradually rose on the middle-aged scholar's face:
"The Purple Star left me within the painting... to protect me..."
I never imagined that there would be so much suffering in humankind over the past thousands of years!
I was corrupted by overwhelming resentment and became a demon that plagues the world.
Quick, kill me!
"Kill me, and the innocent in the Avici Corridor will be freed!"
Jiang Chaosheng stared at the middle-aged scholar, his eyes flickering slightly.
guard?
The Purple Star is undoubtedly a deity.
What is Ziwei Star trying to protect by leaving its divine consciousness in the Infinite Corridor?
"Forehead......"
The middle-aged scholar's body developed more and more cracks, and black energy erupted from those cracks.
"roar!"
The middle-aged scholar's eyes were filled with extreme darkness, and he lunged at Jiang Chaosheng like a vengeful ghost.
Daji's eyes turned cold:
"presumptuous!"
She was heartbroken and shed tears when she saw the middle-aged scholar just now.
Now, the middle-aged scholar wants to harm Jiang Chaosheng, while Daji transforms into a mother hen protecting her chicks.
Daji produced a talisman and stuck it on the middle-aged scholar's forehead.
The middle-aged scholar paused, but the demon's power remained.
"roar!"
Black energy surged violently, and everything in the room began to turn to dust.
The middle-aged scholar set his sights on Daji, and his attacks were ruthless and violent.
Daji appeared to handle the middle-aged scholar's attacks with ease.
Every dodge and evasion, every move and stance, is as captivating as a dance of startled swans.
Talismans shot out from Daji's hands, gradually suppressing the black aura on the middle-aged scholar's body.
Jiang Chaosheng pulled the trigger of the flintlock pistol in his hand.
The middle-aged scholar had bullet holes all over his body.
The bullet hole widened the crack, and finally his body was completely shattered.
Standing before Jiang Chaosheng was a figure billowing black smoke.
Jiang Chaosheng recognized that this was not a ghost.
This is the purest divine consciousness of a deity, but it has been entangled by countless resentments.
It's like a white moth covered in countless parasites, its white color no longer visible.
Jiang Chaosheng grabbed the Grim Reaper's scythe and shot forward with lightning speed.
As the Grim Reaper's scythe fell, the corrupted divine consciousness was instantly shattered.
A pure white light and shadow emerged from the tainted consciousness.
His face was gentle, and Chongjiang Chaosheng bowed down.
His mouth opened and closed without making a sound, but Jiang Chaosheng could tell what he wanted to say from the lip movements:
Thank you.
The next second, the middle-aged man's light and shadow vanished.
Gradually, the pillars, beds, and curtains vanished as if burned by an unseen fire.
Jiang Chaosheng retrieved the Grim Reaper's Scythe and the flintlock pistol:
"I'm going back."
Even now, Jiang Chaosheng still has doubts in his mind.
Who is the person in that small painting who looks so much like me?
Human Emperor?
Which emperor?
Having a beauty like Daji, considered the most beautiful woman in history, as a companion is one thing, but he also has a close relationship with the Ziwei star.
Most importantly...
It's not just a coincidence that she looks so much like me, is it?
Jiang Chaosheng never believed in coincidences.
Daji followed Jiang Chaosheng out of the room, stopped at the door, and watched Jiang Chaosheng's back.
She turned around and looked up at the small plaque.
[Top-tier room.]
Daji pursed her lips and looked into the guest room.
Darkness filled the place; there was nothing there, it was a complete black hole.
Daji felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out with a knife.
She gently touched her chest, suppressing the flood of inexplicable sorrow.
Daji suddenly saw something.
She strode into the dark room and picked up a small painting hidden in the darkness.
Previously, the dark aura emanating from Ziwei Star's divine consciousness destroyed everything in the room except for this small painting.
Daji had a feeling, a strong feeling.
Even in its berserk state, the Purple Star's divine sense would rather destroy the entire Infinite Corridor than harm the small painting in the slightest.
In this secluded space, this small painting is the most precious thing to Ziwei Star.
Daji picked up the small painting, and the emptiness in her heart was somewhat filled.
She chased after Jiang Chaosheng.
......
Five o'clock in the morning.
The rain stopped.
The yellow talisman on the blue hat's forehead melted like water after encountering the first ray of sunlight.
He regained his mobility.
The man in the blue hat looked around in shock.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, dispelling the fear in my heart.
He hesitated at the door for a moment, then ran into the Workers' Department Store.
The red hat is still inside.
Are you there?
The man in the blue hat called out tremblingly.
He heard someone crying.
The person in the blue hat could tell that it was the person in the red hat's voice.
He swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and cautiously walked towards the second floor.
At the end of the second-floor corridor, the man in the red hat leaned against the wall, both crying and laughing.
"Hehehe, I am Lam Ching-ying, all you monsters get out of my way!"
You can't see me, you can't see me, none of you can see me!
Hahahaha, a toad demon, really a toad demon!
The red-hatted man didn't have a compass, and the things he encountered in the endless corridor were very different from what Jiang Chaosheng had encountered.
He encountered a monster, but fortunately, the toad monster's soul had poor eyesight, and the red hat was well hidden, so he was not eaten.
Of course, if Jiang Chaosheng hadn't taken in the Wujian Corridor, the red-hatted girl would have been trapped for a long time and would have starved to death even if she hadn't been eaten.
Some of the people wearing red hats these days have gone mad.
The man in the blue hat quickly ran over:
"Brother, brother, are you alright?"
When the person in the red hat saw the person in the blue hat's face, snot and tears streamed down their face, and they opened their mouths wide, unable to utter a single word.
Blue Hat recalled what happened last night.
If those two mysterious couples hadn't come here last night, would the woman in the red hat have died?
Are they exorcists?
Or... a deity?
Blue Hat tried hard to recall the faces of the man and woman from last night.
He remembered what the woman looked like.
It's beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.
However, the man's face seemed shrouded in mist, and I couldn't remember him at all.
Five words suddenly popped into Blue Hat's mind.
A divine face cannot be seen!
The man in the blue hat shuddered.
Could that person really be a god?
The man in the blue hat swallowed hard.
Tonight's events are significant.
Encountering a god would cause an uproar on any short video platform.
The man in the blue hat quickly took out his phone and dialed his boss's number.
It's not just about figuring out how to deal with the strange things that happened last night.
There was also a man in a red hat in front of him who had gone insane from fright, and the boss had to pay for his medical expenses.