When he passed through the barrier, he carried Miss Qi on one shoulder and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She closed her eyes gently, leaving a pair of dull gaps. They guessed that she couldn't see anything, as if
A person who has fallen asleep. A living person who has lost mobility should be limp, but her stiff body still reveals her identity as a corpse.
Wu Qi said that he was not sure how long the world outside the Dead Man's Swamp had passed, probably dozens of days, because the Ximen Gate had not yet closed, but it was almost there. When he went up, he only saw familiar broken houses.
There was no kapok tree in the yard, and a huge hole was left in the yard, which showed how dense its root system had been. He felt a sense of depression and emptiness, and worriedly pushed the door in. But there was no one in the house, and the quilt was still warm.
Yes, maybe she just left. He walked outside the courtyard and looked around, but didn't see any shadows or footprints. She might have been taken away by someone, I don't know if it was Lord Kotsutsuki.
If it is Lord Xueyue, they are more likely to take him away. They can leave through other doors, otherwise Miss Qi will definitely be threatened. He is a little lucky that he is the only one to go back, and he does not have to go back. He originally took Zangtouhe
Ah Qi can leave. He has also spent some time with Kapok girl and knows that she is a good girl and her fate should not be like this. Others do not feel the same or greater grief as him, which is probably a good thing. Especially,
Mu Wan.
But now she is still trapped in another kind of grief and cannot extricate herself.
Shi Wuqi was a little worried about himself. Because ordinary people should feel very sad, he only felt 70% or 80% of it. If it was his previous self-or she was just Mu Wan's friend, this feeling would be even less. He often
He feels that he is a heartless person, and his emotions are not compatible with human beings. Perhaps this is the reason why the Weeping Corpse House was established.
...Why is it called the House of Crying Corpses? He doesn't remember.
Shi Wuqi brought Qi back. When he passed through the door, he ordered himself to throw away those redundant emotions. Speaking of which, the door looked like two trees with flowers in full bloom from the outside, which was more beautiful than any human creation.
Be beautiful.
What he wanted to do most now was to read the Wangui Zhi left in Shanhai's hands. They decided to leave before the door changed position and go to the place closest to Qinglize. Although it was close outside, it was still a long distance just by walking.
"You shouldn't be able to tell in that wasteland." Shanhai said, "Jiyue Lord said that it is already spring."
"I know. This world is very warm."
Jigetsu-kun and Kanna-kun did not accompany them out. They needed to return to a specific node to continue their work with no end in sight. Kisaragi-kun left the Dead Man's Swamp with them in order to recover the Wanguishi.
They came out of the door. This was an ordinary red torii gate, giving them a special illusion that they were really going back the way they came. But after walking through, they knew it was not the case. This was another spiritual vein.
As a buffer, in their eyes, the spiritual veins here are not pure white, nor are they stars, nor are they vortexes that disturb the airflow. It is more like a deep sky, dark but not monotonous, giving off a strange sense of depth.
The exit was also black and could not be seen clearly. Lord Ruyue left first. Shanhai ensured that the others went out first and then left last. His vision went from one darkness to another. He felt a little cold and hard on his back, and the gravity was moving towards him.
He was lying down somewhere. He stretched out his hand and touched the hard board.
This is a small space.
"Stop making trouble." He heard Shi Wuqi's voice, but he laughed a little, "Release your master quickly."
Then, a ray of light appeared in his sight. Although it was light, it was very soft, because it was also part of the darkness. It was late at night, and the faint moonlight shone on his face. Shanhai slowly sat up.
Another coffin. This feeling is really familiar, as if I went back to Xuanzhuang Town and visited the Lord of the Hundred Bones.
This place is very desolate. Until now, they have maintained a terrifying and respectable silence. Shi Wuqi just said something, accompanied by Dai Luan's hearty laughter. But this did not actually alleviate the situation.
She observed the current atmosphere carefully, and the corners of Mu Wan's mouth twitched stiffly, more like a conditioned reflex than dealing with an errand. But neither of them was what she wanted.
Without a village or a store, a few people found a towering tree. Spring may have arrived, the bonfire illuminated the tree crown, and you could see the new buds sprouting from it. The trees here were also very sparse, and the howls of wolves could be heard in the distance.
No matter the real plants or restless beasts, it gives them a sense of reality of returning to the real world. Everything is lit by fire and becomes more and more vivid.
They were tired, but not sleepy. All of them looked at Shi Wuqi with an indescribable urgency in their eyes. He simply suspected that none of them cared more about the answer to the question than himself.
Miss Qi’s answer.
Shan Hai handed Wan Guizhi to him with both hands, and he took it seemingly casually with one hand. They formed a circle around the campfire, with Shan Hai on the left of Miss Qi, and Miss Qi on Wu Qi's left. Ru Yue was originally sitting on his right.
Jun, Aluan ran over from the opposite side, got next to him and poked his head around. Only Mu Wan was sitting opposite him, his eyes blank, but he was also staring at Wan Guizhi.
Wu Qi's hand passed over the yellowed cover. I don't know if the paper itself is not very good, or it is too old. It is very soft and brittle, as if it will break with a pinch, but it can be broken. Even though it is Wangui Zhi,
But even these three big characters are not written on the cover. There is no functional or commemorative explanation, which seems a bit confusing both rationally and emotionally. But this may be better and more in line with Liangyue-kun's temperament.
The strange thing is that Shi Wuqi himself does not have the preset sense of solemnity. Perhaps he has thought about this scene too many times, but he feels a little calm, as if he has undergone rehearsals. However, the performance effect and the audience's reaction are both different.
It was unknown. Surrounded by many friends, he slowly opened it.
The Wangui Zhi seems very thin. In fact, if you look it up, it is almost endless. But Kisaragi-kun told him that the reader only needs to think about the specific appearance and feelings of a monster in his mind, and then think of the monster to leave for himself.
When you turn the pages of the book and rest on a certain place with your fingertips, you can see the memory of its past and present lives.
"What if someone pretends to be a monster?" Dai Luan asked.
"Although I have never turned it over, I asked Liangyue-kun. He said at the time that the page he turned to would be the page about the monsters that the pretender wanted you to see. But it doesn't matter, Wanguishi itself is not
What a tool of resistance. Lord Bai Skeleton, please hurry up and take a look. You are only allowed to look at one person's. Once you find it, you must return it to me."
They accepted it gladly and continued to stare at Shi Wuqi's hand. He didn't feel nervous, and his hand never trembled, but he felt that the whole arm was weightless and light. He was a little afraid that he couldn't control the strength well and would fall apart if he exerted a little force.
Destroy Wangui Zhi. But if something goes wrong, maybe it can only be blamed on it being too old.
Wu Qi glanced at Miss Qi, as if to confirm her existence again. What she responded to was still the familiar look in his eyes - eyes without waves and luster, and stiff lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
He responded with a stiff smile.
Then, he stood up Wangui Zhi, turned it over gently, slowly removed his thumb from the corner of the book, and let it flow. The cinnabar was like dried blood, and the color was still bright red. After all, it was originally .
Turning to the last page, at the bottom is the only text written in black ink in the book, a small and slender string.
Written by Xi Shu Wenxiang·Liang Yuejun·.
There is no record of Qi.
No, nothing.
He raised his head and looked at Miss Qi blankly. The others looked at them and then at Lord Ruyue. Feeling a little confused, she turned her face slightly and motioned for him to read it again.
Still the same result.
After that, Shi Wuqi insisted on reading it seven or eight times. Although when he stood up the spine of the book for the third time, he already knew that he would not be able to find the answer he wanted in it. He even thought to himself that he was lucky. Could it be that Lord Ruyue made a mistake and this book is fake? But Dai Luan immediately asked this question, and Lord Ruyue made a guarantee.
"Maybe you made a mistake from the beginning," she said. "What if she's not a monster?"
This passage was deep and empty. In the desolate moonlight, Shi Wuqi saw Ru Yuejun's eyes as silent as dead water.
What is reflected there is probably the shape of his heart.
Shi Wuqi was not the only frustrated person on this night. In a distant place, in another corner of the night, there was someone who was in a similar state of mind to him, but the situation was much worse.
Jiang Doudou fell asleep in another small room in the hotel, separated by the corridor. She was waiting for them unexpectedly, and developed some strange dependence and undue trust on the humans inside. This was probably a biological creature After all, it was indeed Tang He himself who rescued her from the bandits - under the instruction of Lord Xueyue. But he did not return her to that poor and comfortable home, anyway. No longer exists. In her simple perception, she is treated as a human being, given food and clothing, and is considered a good person.
Tang He didn't know whether she was so "stupid" from the beginning, or whether she suffered inhuman treatment in the gangster den. At least in his memory, both he and Tang Yu were much smarter at this age. This The girl has nothing to do with him, and he shouldn't have any feelings for this "captive" or "tool", but the opposite feelings are connected first. This makes his heart that may still have humanity uneasy. He knows very well that he You shouldn't have such thoughts and try to get rid of them.
"When farmers slaughter sheep, they will take the lead in letting go of the memory of each other's company." Lord Xueyue said from behind him, "I allow you to have short-term compassion."
Should he be grateful for this? Absolutely.
His hand holding the whetstone slid over the blade of the knife for the last time, and his slightly trembling breath made the candlelight on the table sway.
"Or...don't you be afraid? Huh?"
The hand holding the whetstone trembled, as if Kanna-kun once again used the knife to cut the flesh on his back, leaving carvings on his spine. That was the only time in a normal battle that his back was turned to him. , just for a moment. The burning pain came again, and the trembling and numbness made the whole body freeze instantly.
But Tang He quickly understood that it was Lord Xueyue who deliberately scratched his bandaged back with his fingers, from his right shoulder to his left waist through the material of his clothes. It was frivolous, slow, and nasty.
The black blade flashed with white light for a moment.
He was still sitting there, not moving at all, just swinging the knife backwards. In the brief blink of an eye of Lord Xueyue, he had already retreated a long way by instinct. The distance was far enough, even if Tang He stretched out
Even the length of the knife cannot touch him.
But at that moment, there was indeed a chill on my neck.
In the center of the fair and slender neck, a narrow red line spread and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lord Xueyue stretched out his finger, gently wiped the mark, and moved his hand in front of his eyes. The bright red blood flashed on the fingertips,
It was as if it had been dipped in cinnabar, bright and distinct. The afterimage of the sword's light still remained in his field of vision, and the buzz of the blade in the air also echoed in his ears.
"Aren't you quite capable?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the head with black hair slid down along the inclined incision, and landed firmly in the hands of Lord Xueyue. It was unexpectedly calm. There was no splattering blood, nor was it hot and boiling.
Only the gurgling, cool red color slowly overflowed from the demonic smoke, sliding over the skin, accumulating in the hollow of the neck, continuing to spread downward, and being engulfed in the same scarlet gown.
As if holding a light lotus, the red eyes on the face in the hands are still full of energy, and the red lips are still chattering.
