Kong Yuhen said again: "But before that, can you grant me a wish and answer a question?"

Huang Quan paused: "Please speak."

"Why do you always avoid me?"

"……Have it?"

"have."

"when……"

"From beginning to end."

"What's the matter..."

"Including now."

Huang Quan couldn't help but stiffen when he heard the sound. The thoughts in his mind were a little confused and couldn't be connected at all.

His breathing was slightly rapid, and his eyes under the mask were staring at the empty hatred in front of him.

Kong Yuhen seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, his size soaring, and in a short time he was so huge that he could be called "covering the sky".

He steps on the long river of time, like a sinister evil god sitting on the top of the throne, his gaze downwards is full of greed!

This look...

Such a look!

Huang Quan's pupils dilated, dilated, and dilated again, and his palms began to sweat.

This look is all too familiar to him!

It was just like how he looked at Ye Xiaotian in the Yunlun Mountains at that time.

He also feels this emotion!

Just like that time on Void Island, before leaving the Sin Palace to go to the Blood Realm, he sensed Xu Xiaoshou's desire after the aura of the Space Mysterious Formation Diagram.

no!

cannot!

Absolutely not!

Huang Quan's body was trembling, and unknowingly his hands were touching the swords behind him, trying to strike first.

At this moment...

"Snapped."

A hand gently placed on his shoulder, and a semi-puzzling voice came from his ear:

"Friend, you are very anxious."

Huang Quan's body was shaken, and after his vision blurred, he realized that everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

The empty hatred is still the empty hatred.

He has not grown older, nor has he stepped on the long river of time and looked down upon himself.

He was still kind, standing beside him as usual, putting a hand on his shoulder, looking at his face, and after thinking about it, he asked:

"Friend, can you take off your mask? I want to confirm something."

Do I have the right to refuse?

Huang Quan managed to calm down.

He didn't even know why he had such an illusion just now.

However, it was useless to think too much. After weighing it for a while, I silently released the hand holding the sword, pressed the mask, and slowly took it off.

"alright."

Huang Quan puts on the mask again.

He looked at Kong Yu with hatred in his eyes and gradually became hesitant and confused.

He watched Kong Yuhen take out a small bronze mirror as big as a palm, pointed it at himself, and fiddled with the hair on his forehead.

What's the meaning?

Huang Quan's heartbeat skipped a beat.

"I feel like you look a lot like me..." Kongyu sighed.

Huang Quan was shocked and pale.

Do I look like you?

What's the meaning!

"A friend." Kong Yuhen finished.

Please break your sentences properly... Huang Quan then breathed a sigh of relief and realized something was wrong: "What do you feel?"

"Well." Kong Yuhen said with melancholy, "I forgot a lot of things, including my friends, and..." A pause.

"And?" Huang Quan could only repeat.

Kong Yuhen didn't say anything anymore, he just grabbed the small bronze mirror and kept stroking his face.

"What are you doing?"

Huang Quan was a little nervous for no reason.

As the leader of the King of Hell, he has basically never had this kind of mood except when facing the five declines of heaven and man.

Xing Yuhen still didn't answer.

"What does it have to do with me looking like your friend and you looking at yourself in the mirror?" Huang Quan chose to speak bluntly.

Kong Yuhen heard the sound and paused for a long time. He lowered his hand holding the mirror and said quietly:

"I, you can't see my face."

The ancient and modern Wangyou Tower suddenly became quiet.

Huang Quan turned his head stiffly, looked at the wooden door, and then at the broken window not far away.

Light came from outside the door and fell on Kong Yuhen, who was in front of him. He was so blurry.

And the self hidden behind Kong Yuhen has an even smaller sense of existence, like an inconspicuous shadow.

I want to go out...

Huang Quan made no secret of his desire.

The longer you stay in this damn Gujin Wangyou Tower, the more anxious you will feel!

"Can I go out?"

Just when Huang Quan was about to ask this question, Kong Yuhen just spoke up, with infinite confusion in his eyes:

"Friend, what is your mission in life?"

I?

Huang Quan closed his eyes deeply.

He didn't want to answer, but he didn't dare to disobey the person in front of him.

He can only try to treat himself as a answering machine that answers all questions, giving up thinking completely in order to fight against the fear of the unknown:

"Collect the tears of the family."

"This is my mission, and it is also the mission of our King of Hell."

Is it the mission you were born with... There is no incomprehension, prejudice, or other emotions in Xianyuhen?

It was as if he heard a normal answer that a normal person would have. He didn't ask why, and just continued:

"And after that?"

after?

Huang Quan was stunned and shook his head: "I don't know."

Kong Yuhen seemed to have received a very normal answer, and Huang Quan also seemed to have given a commonplace answer.

Eyes facing each other.

Both were speechless.

In silence, Huang Quan touched the wooden door of Gujin Wangyou Tower and looked at the scattered light outside the broken window.

The light is too ethereal and elusive.

I can't see what the outside world looks like at all, and I can't imagine what kind of people and things exist there.

"What about you? What is your mission in life?" Huang Quan asked.

"Looking for me?" Kong Yuhen hesitated, "I'm not sure..."

"And after that?"

"I don't know either."

…

"Xu Xiaoshou, tell me, what is the meaning of life?"
To be continued...