Xiao Wu When he opened his eyes, he felt the breath moving.
The dark red aura swept through the streets of Spirit City, passing through the edge of morning light and shadow, bypassing the patrol team's perception range, and stepping into a position where it would not be stopped at every step.
His route was straight and precise, as if he already knew which way to go and which way not to go. That road leads to the Pope's Palace.
Xiao Wu sat by the window and did not get up.
She was not nervous or anxious. The restriction of the Tranquil Mind Hall locked her, and she could not sense the sound inside the Pope's Palace.
I could only feel the dark red breath approaching, stopped, and then went in.
The palace door is open.
She suddenly wondered whether he knew what he was doing.
When Tang San crossed the threshold of the Pope's Palace, the morning light shone in from behind him, casting his shadow very long on the stone surface in front of the throne.
The palace was empty, with no guards or attendants.
Only Bibi Dong is sitting high up, with neat clothes and a calm face. She is there, as if she has been waiting.
Tang San stopped in the middle of the hall.
He was about ten feet away from her.
He stood up straight without bowing, saluting, or summoning Clear Sky Hammer.
The left hand hangs by the side, the fingers are slightly curled but not clenched.
Bibi Dong looked at him for a while and then said, "You came slower than I thought."
Tang San's voice was lower than usual. "Where is Xiao Wu?"
"Tranquil Mind Hall. You can't find her.
You came here not to ask where she is, but to ask if you should take her away."
Tang San didn't look at her and didn't answer.
Bibi Dong looked at him, his eyes moving from his eyebrows to his left hand without moving away.
"You stood outside the city all night last night and came here this morning.
Your Divine Slaughter's Domain has been leaking out and you haven't stopped it. Can't you notice it yourself?
When you are standing here talking to me, your left hand is still holding the hammer.
Your body is faster than your brain, it sets the posture for you first.
You can't even stand here without moving, you are being pushed away."
Tang San lowered his head and looked at his left hand.
The five fingers are slightly open, and the skin around the tiger's mouth is darker than the surrounding color, like the marks left by holding a hammer for many years.
He didn't realize that it had been maintaining this position, and he didn't realize that Divine Slaughter's Domain had been leaking out.
He tried to let go of his hand, slowly opened his fingers, and then closed them again.
The tightness did not dissipate, as if his body had forgotten its completely relaxed state.
Bibi Dong did not interrupt him and waited until he put down his hand before speaking:
"Ask her where she is. After you walk this distance, stand here and ask me, do you think you made this decision yourself, or did the divine mind in your body make it for you?"
Tang San was silent, he couldn't speak.
Before he came here, he did not hesitate, did not think, and did not think about the difference between "going" and "not going".
He just walked over naturally after sensing that she was under house arrest.
It was as if there was a road already paved, he just needed to step on it.
Bibi Dong looked at his silence and did not continue to put pressure.
She just said, "You didn't have murderous intentions when you came in, which makes me happy, but I don't like your situation.
Because you haven't thought it through yet, you walked in with a purpose, but now that purpose is blocked by layers of questions, and you are stuck halfway, with no way forward or back."
Tang San raised his head and looked at her. "What about you? Why did you keep her?"
Bibi Dong didn't shy away. "To see if she can walk a path that I can't.
Also to see if you will stop and think clearly when you walk through this door."
Tang San was fucked into silence again.
Bibi Dong's body leaned back slightly, his fingertips resting on the armrest.
"I don't plan to kill her, and I don't plan to let her go. You can wait outside the city, or you can leave.
But you should think it through before deciding on the next step, and don't walk the road for God that you haven't figured out yet."
Tang San stood there, as if he was full of strength when he walked in. Now that strength can't find its place and is hanging in the air.
His left hand was still hanging by his side, neither clenched nor completely loosened.
He turned around and walked toward the palace gate, his steps slower than when he came.
The voice of Bibi Dong came from behind. "Tang San. When you walk out, the spiritual thoughts in your body will tell you that you are right to come to me.
But think about it, before you came to me, did you ever feel that you shouldn't come?"
Tang San paused for a moment.
He didn't look back, didn't answer, and continued walking forward.
He walked out of the palace door and stood on the steps. The morning light filled the entire Spirit City.
He stood on the top step, with the Pope's Palace behind him, and a long and downward stone step in front of him.
He didn't move forward immediately. The morning light hit him and his shadow cast on the stone steps, like a mark of being nailed there.
His right hand is still empty, Clear Sky Hammer has not come out, Divine Slaughter's Domain has been mostly retracted, but the dark red lines on the palm have not completely faded away, a thin layer, like the marks left after the water stains have dried.
He raised his hand, looked at it, and then put it down.
He remembered Bibi Dong's words - before you came to me, did you feel for a moment that you shouldn't come?
He hadn't thought about it on the way here, but now it was put in.
He couldn't say whether he "should come" or "shouldn't come" because he didn't think about it when he came.
He was just pushed along.
He stood on the steps. Going forward and down was the way out, and backward and inward was the way back to the Pope's Palace.
He had no choice, he stood here as if waiting for himself to come over.
Inside the Tranquil Mind Hall, Xiao Wu felt the breath coming out of the Pope's Palace.
He came out slower than when he entered.
She sensed that he had reached the steps outside the palace, and then stopped.
He stopped there, neither moving forward nor backward.
She waited for a while, but he still didn't move.
She remembered Chen Jieqi.
The young man with long silver hair is on the altar of Ashen Territory, at the door of Chapel of Light's Hope,
When he talks, he always sounds confident of victory, and things are always done in a leisurely manner.
He is not like Tang San, who walks into other people's chess games with murderous intent.
He is more like standing outside the chess game, looking at the board, and then reaching in to move a piece. He is not in a hurry to win, nor is he afraid of losing.
She didn't know what Chen Jieqi would do if he were in Tang San's position, but she knew that he wouldn't use the method Tang San is doing now.
He would not walk into someone else's palace with murderous intent, and then stand on the steps, waiting for the divine thoughts in his body to push him where to go next.
She couldn't tell whether it was wrong for Tang San to walk into the Pope's Palace. She only knew that he didn't bring his own judgment when he walked in.
She didn't have a better way, she just suddenly understood why Chen Jieqi could go so far, but Tang San couldn't go that far.
It's not because he is stronger, it's because he doesn't have murderous intent when walking, so the enemy can't see his direction clearly.
Inside the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong is still sitting on the throne.
Her fingertips rested on the handrail and she did not take it back. The palace door was still open, but she did not look out the direction.
Tang San's obsession with that hammer is too heavy. Asura God chose him not for his talent, but for his obsession.
The stronger the obsession, the easier it is to be pushed. After watching it for so long, she finally understood.
On the steps, Tang San is still standing.
The morning light slipped from his shoulders and illuminated the stone steps under his feet.
His right hand was still empty, but the dark red lines on his palm faded a little in the morning light, as if something was slowly retreating.
He finally moved and walked down the first step, as if he was confirming where to step next with each step.
He walked for a long time until he reached the bottom of the steps, then stopped for a moment and continued walking forward without looking back.