One hundred and eighty-seventh chapter: the blade without a front
The six paths of impermanence staying in Wu Kingdom can only remind them of one person.
However, although Lord Shuangyue did not leave with them at that time, it does not mean that he will always stay in Wu Kingdom. Maybe he has traveled around Wu Kingdom for such a long time - of course, he may not have. They cannot guess this Wu Chang.
rules of conduct, but can know or anticipate their dangers,
It proves that he may have obtained some information at that time or later. He would think of telling Jun Luanjiu and asking them to help, which is indeed like his roundabout style. To them, Shuangyue Jun is not a bad person.
Although he "doesn't speak human words", he is "good at doing human things".
"How did you convince the people to send troops to fight?" Bai Ya was somewhat curious, "People don't like to fight."
"But Shura likes it."
"Tsk."
There was no time to ask Jun Luanjiu anything more. The current situation was more complicated than they imagined. They had returned to the real reality - the weird statue was behind them, and this was a simple place.
Inside the tower, there were only a few decorative elements belonging to the palace. However, Jun Aoyan looked like that. This almost white-haired old father could not stand the excitement.
"She was controlled." Liu Shenghan explained simply. She stopped bleeding and it seemed that the wound was beginning to heal. "Because of their weird music, she couldn't hear our voices and couldn't figure out the current situation."
Jun Luanjiu's face was not pretty, but after all, he was an old general who had gone through many battles and had to remain calm in front of no matter how big the situation. Although he had not had much contact with them, he knew the tricks of these demons and gods.
"I'm a rough man." He said frankly, "Except for fighting, I don't know anything about these sorcery and magic. But since it's like this, then... I may have a solution that is not a solution, and it is risky."
"As you say, we will do our best to cooperate." Qi Huan said.
Thick blood covered her body, making Aoyan breathless.
These liquids were like a heavy blanket that wrapped her tightly, and like countless chains, connecting her footsteps to the earth, making her difficult to move. They were also like countless pairs of huge hands, grabbing her tightly and making her
He will be crucified on this battlefield, even if he is burned by fire, he will not let go.
There was only red in her eyes.
She doesn’t know everyone here, everyone who is said to have been killed by her. This is so strange, how can I remember all of them? She always thinks. It’s just a matter of killing one by one. Red
In front of the curtain, a dark shadow rushed towards her, and she raised her knife to chop it down. Then, the shadow would splatter with blood, and the weight on her shoulders would also increase.
Even now she doesn't recognize the appearance of the other three "companions". They are also wrapped in red, distorted and deformed in the already blurry vision. Who are they? Who are these people?
"I still have children."
"You are a monster."
"My lover is waiting for me."
“Why do women go to war?”
"You can't do it."
"We gave birth to you and raised you."
"It only kills people."
"This is too cruel."
"You killed your parents with your own hands."
"You are a sinner."
"You're not weak...but you're not strong enough either."
"So you don't care about other people's lives?"
"Including your own?"
There was only endless nonsense chattering in her ears. Some were her biological parents, some were drunk, some were comrades in the military, some were Bai Ya and the others, and there were also strangers' voices - maybe she had heard them, that should be
It belongs to the enemy. These words lingered in her ears in an orderly manner, overlapping and piling up, like a wall of bricks and stones growing higher and higher until it covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible for her to see it anymore.
anything.
Is this black or red?
She didn't know that she had even lost the ability to recognize colors. She only knew to keep raising the knife and swinging it down. If someone attacked, she would defend, resist, and then kill. Then there would be the next person, and the next person.
...endless.
Just kill them and they will shut up.
As long as you kill him, the world will be peaceful.
What does the destruction of other people's countries and families, the separation of wives and children have to do with her? It's not important, she doesn't have a family, right? It's not that there are no truly loyal and patriotic people, and it's not that she doesn't admire them... She has seen them when she is sober.
, is it necessary to maintain the so-called rationality when you are not sober? They just need to shut up. Life is very small and fragile, and the whole life is a huge, long battlefield. If you don't kill others, you will
Killed by someone else.
All kinds of negative emotions are piled up deep in the heart, and the poor and rotten heart is usually covered up with a shiny body. On this depleted land, even if you plow it with a hoe, you will only reveal pale bones and moisture.
of blood.
Whose are these?
Help.
Who will save me.
He was fighting against himself like this, calling for help that no one could hear. Even so, he still slashed mercilessly with his hands, destroying one strong or fragile life one after another.
while ignoring their cries for help.
In this case, will anyone still listen to my cry for help?
Didn’t no one hear it in the beginning, and no one would reach out if they heard it?
In this confused blood mist, among the chattering whispers, she suddenly heard different voices.
It's not the sound of human beings or weapons, it's a small sound, like the whistling of the wind. Is it a bell or a whistle? This is very familiar, coming from a very far away place...
It's very far away, as if it comes from childhood.
Childhood?
In addition to the red color, a small black spot suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The black spot gradually expanded and a specific outline appeared. It seemed to be stationary, but in fact it was rotating, she could see it. It was rotating at high speed.
It rubs against the air and makes a fine whistle, which is pleasant to the ear.
It was a metal top, she recognized it.
The place rotating with it as the center suddenly seemed to be blown by the wind, and the scenery also rotated with it, being screwed underneath by its tip, severely crushed and dispersed. The surrounding black shadows turned into shapes one after another.
The dust disappeared, and even those "friends" disappeared. She only felt that the wind whistle in her ears became clearer and clearer.
The illusion is disintegrating.
"You're pretty good." This was Bai Ya's voice.
"Miss Jun is beautiful and kind-hearted, which is good." This was Liu Shenghan's voice.
"When you get back, you have to ask your father to teach me how to use a gun." This was Qi Huan's voice.
"If you want to eat the fennel vegetable box, dad will buy it for you."
This is her father's voice.
There were many gentle and fleeting words, which she remembered in an instant - maybe she couldn't remember who said them, but someone actually mentioned them to her. These words were accompanied by the special sound of the spinning top.
, causing her body to gush out a steady stream of strength again. The blood on her clothes gradually receded, and she felt that her body was getting lighter and lighter, and the things she saw became clearer and clearer.
"What are you doing?"
The phantom voices appeared again. She felt that she could distinguish the two. In addition to the tone, there were also the stiff voices of several people overlapping, which made the auditory hallucinations easier to identify. Those people appeared, and their
The appearance began to melt, as if... the person made of wax had encountered high temperatures, and the eyeballs had fallen off.
"What are you doing?" "Bai Ya" asked again. At this moment, she was completely sure that these were just damn hallucinations.
"Bai Ya" slashed the knife hard at her, and the whistle of the top suddenly became sharp in her ears. She raised the knife without hesitation and went forward. The blades suddenly collided, and golden sparks burst out. Her
My hand felt a real vibration, which was different from what I had been indulging in before.
The touch in the mirage was completely different. At that time, Mo Dao was as light as paper and would float away if she didn't hold it hard. Now, she felt the real weight of steel, and at the same time, that inexplicable...
The passion for killing receded like a tide.
Centered on the place where the weapon came into contact, all the colors were completely peeled off. She was back in a strange place that she had never been before. But the Bai Ya in front of her, with eyes as sharp and cold as a blade, must be the most real one.
She suddenly took back the Mo Dao.
"Damn, I'm so exhausted."
Bai Ya immediately relaxed his arms and let out a long breath.
Aoyan looked around. In addition to Bai Ya, she also saw Jun Luanjiu and Qi Huan. At that moment, she didn't seem to have as many mixed feelings as she expected - it was as if they had met in advance.
Qi Huan held a knife in his hand, like the one hidden in his sleeve. There was a spinning top on the blade that was still spinning, almost the same as the one she had lost before. It spun slower and slower, and the sound became louder and louder.
It's getting louder and louder. The sound of this top is very sharp, enough to penetrate the surrounding noise and pour into the depths of my thoughts.
"This is..."
"Your father made another one for you." Qi Huan raised the tip of the knife, and the top immediately jumped towards Jun Aoyan. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab it and looked at it carefully. She turned her head again and found that
Bai Ya went to fight side by side with Jun Luanjiu again. They kept destroying the instruments in the hands of those people. Only then did she realize that the sound of those people's playing had long since faded and was not as magnificent as before.
"You're still alive! These, you...I am -"
"There is no time to explain." Qi Huan summarized briefly, "If you wake up, we will really have less trouble. Now it's time to make them pay the price."
Jun Aoyan looked around and always felt that someone was missing.
"Where's Shenghan?"
But just after saying this, even Qi Huan disappeared. She was a little at a loss, and she was passively wary of those people for the time being. She felt that there were more people here than before, and the scene was more chaotic. The barrier was broken, and there were many songs
Shen Guo's reinforcements have arrived here. Those Shura are fighting with such soldiers. In comparison, the number of Shura is not large, so she guesses that Jun Luanjiu deliberately brought an independent team and came in unexpectedly from the outside.
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In the chaos, she saw a piece of familiar color in the corner. She immediately ran over, lifted the piece of cloth, and found that it was the piano that everyone had ignored. Aoyan immediately picked it up to prevent it from being snatched away by someone.
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Kinnara did not give up, even in such a chaotic scene, she still picked up the xun again, put it to her mouth and prepared to blow it again. The Gandharva pulled her clothes and kept reminding her of something.
"Sister..."
"What are you afraid of!"
Liu Shenghan stood in front of them, looking at them coldly. Her eyes were like endless white snowfields. But her body was bloody, and some parts had dried up. The original color of her clothes was like the scars of red clothes.
.There were two traces of dried blood on both sides of her cheeks and under her ears. I don’t know if her hearing has recovered now.
There was clearly still a foot away between the two of them. She suddenly raised her hand, and the blood-stained cloud ghost hair flashed past.