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Chapter 21 The most true is the most beautiful

Although he had been talking to Mrs. Gentian, most of the hero's mind was still on guard against the big white worm. But strangely, the worm seemed to be suddenly Buddhist and never appeared again.

Soon, the two arrived at a corner of the cave. Lady Gentian squatted down and slapped the ground with the night pearl for a moment, and also found a relief pattern of a snake.

Unlike the relief of the python in the stone chamber before, the snake is very small, only about ten centimeters long. It does not raise its head, but is connected to its head and tail, and the body circles into a circle.

Mrs. Gentian once again condensed a drop of black blood to her fingertips, dripping it onto the upper part of the snake's body.

The snake suddenly came to life. The snake's head chased its tail twice, suddenly bounced up, and wrapped around Lady Gentian's finger.

The hero had no time to stop him, but he felt that his eyes were bright in an instant and could not help but block them with his hands. When his vision finally became clear, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The sky is sunny, white clouds are lingering, snow-capped mountains are covered in the distance, green grass is lush, and on the rolling meadows in front of you, flowers are dotted, and the breeze brings fragrance.

Is this... an illusion?

"Ha! I like it here."

Mrs. Gentian ran forward a few steps, closed her eyes and opened her arms, and the colorful dress looked like a blooming flower, innocent and charming.

The hero had no intention of appreciating and asked, "Have you been here?"

Mrs. Gentian shook her head: "No, but I have read it from the records left by my ancestors. I didn't believe it at all. I didn't expect that there was such a magical place in the cave, which was so beautiful!"

The hero didn't talk nonsense to her, took out his Yin-Yang Glass and took a look, and his scalp suddenly became numb and almost vomited.

I saw that there was still a cave in the Yin-Yang Mirror, with no sunshine, white clouds, green grass and wild flowers, only piles of semi-rotten corpses, and the softness of the feet was not a meadow, but a flesh and blood that could not be described in words.

"Asheng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Seeing that his face was not good, Mrs. Gentian walked back with concern.

The hero put away his yin and yang glasses and shook his head with a forced smile: "It's okay. Did your ancestors record what dangers are hidden here?"

"Well, I think about it."

Mrs. Gentian began to point her chin and frowned, and her head tilted. The hero had to pretend to be alert and look around.

"Yes, I remember that there are no strange beasts here, but there is a very evil curse. The eyes of the person who is in the curse will be blinded and he will never be able to see the truth again."

Can't see the truth?

The hero looked at the beautiful scenery around him and couldn't help but complain: "Isn't this curse just a super beauty filter?"

Wait, what I see is no longer the truth!

"Does the record say that as long as you enter here, you will be considered a curse?"

"It's worthy of being Asheng, I guessed it as soon as I guessed it." Mrs. Gentian smiled admiringly, "But you don't have to worry. The record also said that there are 999 wild flowers here. If you find the most beautiful one, just pick it and the curse will be lifted."

The most beautiful? Such a subjective description is to be selected from the nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers. How can it be done?

People have completely different aesthetics. If you really want to compare with the real one, each of them can be the most beautiful one.

Huh? It seems very simple.

"We pick all the flowers, and there must be the most beautiful one among them."

"No, everyone can only pick three flowers at most. After using up the opportunity, the curse will follow you forever and will never be eliminated in a lifetime."

It's really weird!

"Come on! Let's look for it separately, and then see who found it more beautiful."

Mrs. Gentian was going to pull the hero's hand again, but he avoided it.

"You go first, I want something."

"What do you think about? I think you want to be lazy. Humph! Go faster, Que'er is still waiting for us."

The doting lady Gentian jumped away.

The hero took out his Yin-Yang Glass again and began to check the space he was in inch by inch.

Mrs. Longtan’s description here gave him a huge doubt, that is, how did the ancestors of Wu who wrote the record find the way to resolve the curse?

One person only has three chances. Even if someone is lucky and the blind cat encounters a dead mouse, it is impossible to get the so-called "most beautiful" result.

Even if there is an extremely perfect situation, nine hundred and ninety-nine people come in at the same time, and everyone picks one, the reasonable result should be that a certain flower picked by someone can solve the curse.

The same sentence is still the case, "the most beautiful" is too subjective and absolute, and there is no unified standard for the concept that varies from person to person.

It can be seen from this that if the record passed down by the wizard family is true, there may only be one writer, that is, the God of Qi Bo who sets up all this!

At least it was passed down from him.

So, the question is, is the record true?

After thinking for a moment, the hero thought the answer was yes.

Because if the record was forged by someone, then in the past thousand years, every generation and every person would come down to try it, the Wu family should have died here long ago.

In other words, records are a reference answer left by Qi Bo to his descendants.

The so-called "most beautiful" is right, but it should not be the most beautiful in the literal sense.

What exactly is it?

Looking at the hellish scene in the Yin-Yang Glass, the hero pondered and suddenly the figure of Mrs. Gentian appeared in the picture.

To be precise, not only Mrs. Gentian, there was also a bug on her back, a white, Michelin-like big white bug!

It was like a lightning bolt slashing into the mind, and the hero had a bold guess: this layer is not an independent space, but an extension of the previous layer.

Simply put, if there is no depravity poison of the big white worm in the upper layer, then you will not come here. Everything here is actually a manifestation of human desires.

Including the pictures he saw in the Yin-Yang Mirror - those flesh and blood bodies are not true images illuminated by the Yin-Yang Mirror.

His eyes deceived himself!

All of this is the only big white worm that is real.

The most true is the most beautiful. If you kill it, the so-called curse will naturally be solved.

"Long'er."

"Why."

Mrs. Gentian agreed sweetly, trotted back, and said coquettishly: "Asheng, I think every flower is very beautiful, and I can't tell who is higher or lower at all. It's so difficult, what should I do?"

"It's okay, I thought of a good idea."

"What's the best way?"

"Come on, I'll tell you."

The hero pulled her into his arms, smiled and lowered his head, gently touched her earlobe, and said softly: "Don't move."

Mrs. Gentian thought of something, her whole body was tense, and she quickly collapsed, her face blushed, her eyes leaned against his chest, and she responded softly: "Yes."

The next moment, the hero recovered his body, and the God-killing Sword drew a black crescent moon behind Mrs. Gentian.
Chapter completed!
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