frightfiction Chapter 632 The Free Wolf Creates Chains
Chapter 632 The Free Wolf Creates Chains
The cause of Xue Lan's death in the original story is recorded in a very vague way. It seems that the author, who was in a high position, wrote her name just to make up the numbers.
Xue Lan picked up his pen, but died of illness as soon as he finished writing.
The four characters represent the journey from birth to death, a complete cycle.
Xue Lan was previously very glad that she didn't have too many scenes in the story.
The less she is described in the original story, the less she is restricted by the power of the story.
What is more free than someone who should have died long ago but is still alive?
Lord Wolf King acted recklessly, relying on his loopholes in his identity, but now he is starting to regret it.
She exists independently of the original storyline. She was supposed to be quietly eliminated after Lu Feng entered the Xuanhuang Sect, but she survived by a twist of fate.
Not only did it survive, it also kept causing trouble for the plot and ruining other people's plans.
Well... they got their comeuppance.
The power of plot does not have the ability to construct stories; all it can do is correct the errors one by one according to the original storyline.
Just like in the original storyline where Ji Yan and Long Siyin developed feelings for each other over time, He couldn't just let the two of them have their wedding night directly.
Instead, the story should be pushed forward slowly and gradually.
However, Xue Lan's story has no plot.
The brief description in just two sentences doesn't support the plot's "thread" of setting things right for Xue Lan, so the author continues to tolerate Xue Lan.
But later.
"You wrote the story for yourself and handed it over to the plot."
The inner demon's cold voice rang in her ears, and Xue Lan wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
There's no other reason than that the inner demon is right.
While the plot may be melodramatic and full of loopholes, it is essentially a well-functioning system that cannot operate without a story.
Xue Lan, being the only loophole in this system, was originally fearless and carefree, with no history behind her.
But she was reckless; she gave her past self a story.
To be precise, she gave herself a past life.
In the battle between the Wolf King and his inner demons in the Wan Gong Workshop, the Wolf King made a desperate gamble and requested the main system to rewind time, returning to three months before the system bound him to him.
Although she ultimately failed to return, Xue Lan had made that decision.
The timeline split into two at the moment Xue Lan made the agreement with the main system.
One is Xue Lan, who didn't go back, and is now enjoying the moonlight over the East China Sea.
One of them is Xue Lan who went back.
Xue Lan, who exhausted all her vitality to reverse everything, had only three months left to live, and finally died of illness in the Xuanhuang Sect.
It perfectly matched the extremely short plot.
Xue Lan couldn't help but cover her eyes:
"The free wolf put chains on himself and handed them to the enemy."
Even with the added plot, it wouldn't have a significant impact on Xue Lan himself.
However, the problem is that Xue Lan is not alone. She is involved in the karma of countless beings in the Yuanming Realm and has family and friends with whom she has close relationships.
And so... the power of the plot has taken the original storyline and gone to harass Zhuhe.
"What do you think is the probability that idiot will believe the story?"
Xue Lan's hands flew across the table as she calculated, her voice tinged with despair.
The inner demon channeled a wisp of demonic energy into the blazing sun before it:
"Half and half!"
"Either believe it all or don't believe it at all."
"One thought of life, one thought of death."
Xue Lan felt that she was going to die first.
She really, really, really worried about Zhu He.
It seems that's the only way!
"Xiaotong!"
Xue Lan called out to Xue Tong:
"Besides my death, were there any other descriptions of me in the original story?"
Even just one word would be appreciated!
"some!"
The instant Xue Lan finished speaking, Xue Tong firmly retorted:
"Have you forgotten? That chessboard."
Xue Lan suddenly remembered.
Xue Tong once told her that in the original story, Lu Feng found Ling Yuanzi's remains, and in front of the remains was a black jade chessboard with the character "Lan" engraved on the side.
Xue Lan rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.
"It's something I would do."
He left something for his master before he died.
"Alright, as long as there's something there."
Lord Wolf sighed and looked at Xue Tong:
"Xiaotong, I'll be right back."
Xue Tong had a bad feeling, and the girl reached out and grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve:
"Is it another case of your soul leaving your body? You just..."
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's not a case of the soul leaving the body."
Xue Lan patted Xue Tong's hand reassuringly:
"I'm not a fool."
Xue Tong didn't speak, but stared quietly at Xue Lan.
Lord Wolf flinched for a moment, then quickly spoke:
"As I said before, I can't directly interfere with Zhu He's change of fate. All I can do is use my connection with that chessboard to send a partial phantom image to remind that idiot not to get lost in his past life memories."
After saying this, Xue Lan pulled a bright red thread of cause and effect from her wrist.
"I'm increasingly grateful for my supernatural constitution."
The red thread of cause and effect flew through the void toward the direction of the inner demon.
The inner demon's icy voice reached Xue Lan's ears:
"It's a good method, but you've overlooked something very important."
Xue Lan, who was carefully investigating the whereabouts of the red thread, raised an eyebrow slightly.
"whats the matter?"
The voice of the inner demon was full of worry:
"What if you over there are still alive, and haven't made that black jade chessboard yet?"
No sooner had the woman finished speaking than she heard Xue Lan's soft laughter.
Lord Wolf covered his mouth and chuckled, his almond-shaped eyes narrowing with laughter.
"I thought you knew me best." Xue Lan lay back down on the recliner.
"The person over there has simply run out of life force, not suddenly become mentally impaired."
"If it were me... no..."
"If she were still alive, Zhuhe would be even less likely to be in trouble."
The inner demon suddenly understood.
That's how confident Lord Wolf is.
Thinking of this, the inner demon slowly raised his hand and channeled his own aura into the blazing sun:
"If the story excerpt is indeed about you, who perished with me at the Wan Gong Fang last time, then my aura might have some effect."
The light gray demonic energy vanished the instant it came into contact with the blazing sun. The inner demon's expression turned serious.
"Now, it's up to Zhu He's own fate."
This made Xue Lan feel wide awake, and the woman mumbled to herself on the recliner:
"You don't have to worry about that."
"Zhu He is lucky."
Within the illusion, Zhu He was unaware that his senior sister outside had already endured a chaotic battle because of him. The young man was currently standing in his master Ling Yuanzi's room, directly opposite a black jade chessboard.
Young Zhu He pointed to the chessboard on the table:
"That was a gift that my senior sister left for Master. Master has been staring at this chessboard without saying a word these past few days."
An indescribable bitterness welled up in Zhu He's heart.
He knew how much his master liked his eldest sister, and he knew how much Xue Lan meant to Ling Yuanzi.
That was the first child he raised.
The young man's voice was somewhat hoarse:
"Where's Master?"
Young Zhu He immediately lowered his head:
"Master, Master is arguing with Headmaster Master."
"Other seniors said that the eldest sister was originally in poor health, and it was really not easy for her to live to seventeen."
"But Master doesn't believe it."
The boy looked up at Zhuhe, his eyes sparkling.
"You said you are me from many years in the future... Have I found clues about the fall of my senior sister?"
"What... happened to her..."
He cruelly abandoned the entire Jiyuan Peak and left.
Zhu He reflected on what he had experienced.
In his world, Xue Lan lived a vibrant and lively life, hopping and skipping around...
It is still Lord Wolf of the Northern Region.
The young man touched his younger self:
"I have no idea!"
"Didn't you check?"
Young Zhu He's tone was full of surprise:
“Master, Auntie…”
"Have I forgotten my senior sister now that I'm all grown up?"
"Not really."
Zhu He interrupted the boy, glanced at the black jade chessboard on the table not far away, and then walked over as if possessed and raised his hand.
It was as if he had been possessed.
The moment the young man's fingertips touched the chessboard, Xue Lan on the East Sea couldn't help but chuckle:
"I told you he was lucky."
The inner demon guarding the blazing sun nodded in agreement:
"You're really lucky."
"Don't touch it, Master won't let anyone else touch it..."
In the illusion, the boy Zhu He jumped up to hit the young man's hand not far away, but witnessed a scene he would never forget.
A stream of azure light, like water, flowed from the black jade chessboard on the table, and a phantom figure materialized amidst the shimmering waves.
The boy's raised hand froze in mid-air, his voice both aggrieved and hoarse:
"Sister."
Indeed, that illusory figure was none other than Xue Lan, who had long since perished within the illusion.
The person he remembered lying on his sickbed, emaciated and barely recognizable before his death, was now standing safely before him. In an instant, the boy's eyes welled up with tears. He struggled to move forward but then stopped in his tracks.
He spoke again, his voice hoarse:
"Sister..."
He missed his senior sister so much that he didn't notice anything amiss with the person in front of him.
Zhu He stood frozen behind the illusory figure for a long time before quietly transmitting his voice:
"Sister."
"exist."
The woman responded telepathically, allowing Zhu He to instantly confirm the identity of the person in front of him.
This is his senior sister.
Xue Lan pretended not to see the joy in the young man's eyes, and the woman's voice was icy:
"Now that you know this is an illusion, why are you still lingering here?"
"Do you remember why you're here?"
Zhu He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The young man's face turned deathly pale as he realized that something had gone wrong.
From the moment I saw my younger self, it was as if I was being pulled forward by an illusion.
If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the senior sister, she might have been taken somewhere else entirely.
"this is not your fault."
Xue Lan's voice was gentle:
“This place isn’t a true illusion. Since you haven’t specifically studied this kind of magic, you naturally don’t understand it very well.”
After saying this, the woman slowly turned around, her dark, deep eyes looking at Zhu He:
"You should continue on your own path. Your senior sister will handle things here."
Zhu Heli bowed respectfully to Xue Lan.
"As you command, Senior Sister."
After saying this, the young man took one last look at his younger self before transforming into a golden streak of light and flying towards the back of Jiyuan Peak.
When he was with the young Zhu He just now, his senses were clouded by something indescribable, causing him to lose his way.
Now, with the help of his senior sister, he can vaguely break through this layer of deception and sense the location of the blazing sun.
That was Xue Lan's cave dwelling on the back mountain of Jiyuan Peak.
In less than a breath, the young man arrived at the entrance of the weapon-refining cave.
The cave looked like it had been neglected for a long time. A thick layer of bamboo leaves was piled up in front of the door, and the heavy stone door had a narrow crack. Zhu He could vaguely see the cold smelting furnace and hammer inside.
The young man slowly approached the stone gate, drawing the Crane Sword he had always carried on his back as he walked.
The moment the heavy sword was drawn, boundless killing intent emanated from the blade, instantly shattering all illusions before one's eyes.
Behind the desolate and chaotic illusions, soaring golden flames ignite the entire bamboo forest of Jiyuan Peak.
A magnificent golden crow soared above the bamboo forest of Jiyuan Peak, its dazzling golden eyes gazing upon Zhu He:
"are you ready?"
Zhu He gently patted the blade of the Xinghe Sword in his hand:
"Wait until I come back."
After saying this, the young man casually put the Crane Sword and its scabbard aside and resolutely walked towards the sea of golden crow fire.
"I hope Zhu He will have no regrets and that you will show no mercy, senior."
As Zhu He disappeared into the blazing sun, the entire Xuanhuang Sect illusion suddenly began to shake, as if it were about to collapse.
Xue Lan slowly looked at the young man Zhu He opposite her.
"Very similar!"
The woman spoke with a cold laugh.
“But my junior brother will never be so sorrowful.”
“Xue...Lan…”
The young man, Zhu He, made a strange, mechanical sound, much like the puppets that Wu Yijun had created.
The surrounding space suddenly froze, and Xue Lan watched helplessly as the boy opposite her transformed into an ominous black and red aura, instantly appearing before her.
"when!"
The sound of metal clashing against metal was so loud that it made Xue Lan's ears feel uncomfortable.
The woman raised her hand and rubbed her temples:
"Can't you be a little more civilized? This is supposed to be a story about a high and mighty power, holding our lives and fates in their hands."
"Lord Wolf Lord..."
The inner demon that appeared out of nowhere in front of Xue Lan held an ice-blue arrow in its hand, and its snow-white clothes resembled layers of blooming petals.
"Haven't you offended enough plot points already?"
"We still have to put on an act, don't we?"
Xue Lan smiled faintly as she walked out from behind the inner demon and looked at the wisp of plot power that had been slammed against the wall by the inner demon.
"Trying to interfere with other people's destinies for no reason is not a good habit!"
That hoarse, strange mechanical voice sounded again:
"That's their fate..."
"boom!"
The pitch-black demonic energy transformed into a giant hand and slammed the unfinished plot power to the ground.
The inner demon's voice was sinister:
"It's not a good habit to casually assign fates to others."