No one can remember how long the dusk lasted here. People continued the same actions over and over again without getting tired of it. The mother who came from the south with her child patiently listened to his chatter. They came from the south
North, again and again, I don’t know when to turn back, and I don’t know when to go home. Accurate.
The vendor at the stall counted the last inventory. After counting, he turned around, wiped his sweat, and picked a fruit with the worst quality to quench his thirst. After eating, he counted the inventory in the stall again. That fruit, he
I could never finish it. The patrolling detective touched the woman's shoulder for the umpteenth time and apologized for the umpteenth time.
The dusk is eternal, with no end in sight, leaving only this weird and picturesque scene. Has the town made up of this phantom been left unmaintained for so long that it has fallen into this state, or has the cycle time been deliberately shortened just to save mana?
Zishu will indeed
She was curious, but didn't really care. She came back here to return the resentment as promised. Originally she just had to leave the sword here, but she decided to wait a little longer until Lord Kuchtsuki came. She
It’s about asking those questions clearly.
Maybe it’s because the sword has Lord Kuchtsuki’s demonic power, or maybe she’s considered a regular visitor to the town. The residents here don’t regard her as a foreign object, just
She repeated those specific actions to herself. She walked for a long time and came to the familiar green lotus pond. The color of the sunset was particularly bright, making the lotus cages appear bright red.
She stared blankly at the boring scenery. But at a certain moment, she suddenly felt a vibration on her hand.
It was a...very weak vibration, as if it was telling something wordlessly. She understood that it was conveying some kind of message. But if it was compared to something with a sound, then this time it was indeed a very quiet reminder, not a little bit louder.
If you pay attention, you will ignore it. Compared with the clues provided before, this shock is so obscure. There is no spiritual path plan that rushes into her mind, and there is no picture of the character that comes into view. She only knows briefly that Qiu Eclipse has something to say.
explain.
Zishu had been thinking about it from before... If Yin Quan's body was missing but still in the underworld, then something should be detected from the gap between the six paths, from the place of death and life. But can Resentment Eclipse track Wu?
No one had ever tried this with a living body. But now that she was here, and since she had sensed something, she expected that she could probably do something.
She slowly raised the knife so that it was parallel to the lake surface, and then slowly closed her eyes.
There is indeed some kind of connection - it's just too weak. Is it because it's too far away? It stands to reason that the blade pierced the throat, and such an obvious wound can be easily traced by Resentment. Could it be that Resentment is a human weapon?
, will the power weaken when it goes to other places? But knowing this, there is no solution for the time being. She has no choice but this clue.
Well, maybe there is a choice.
Want to go look for it?
Or not?
Just as she took steps and her bright red embroidered shoes were soaked by the shallow water by the pond, the whole world suddenly became quiet.
She Zishu opened her eyes, turned around, and found that everyone had stopped walking and what they were doing. They were all motionless, but they all looked at her, from the white-haired old man to the infant.
The children's eyes, which were originally full of vitality, suddenly became hollow and lifeless. It was almost like a warning. They all stared at her, as if the town was telling her in its own way that it was watching her.
Shouldn't it be like this? No, the town is lifeless. However, she has to leave it from a place that is not a thoroughfare. Just like a sheep in the sheepfold does not leave from the door, but has to cross the fence on the side.
.In this way, all the sheep focused their attention on it.
But is it really a sheep? A docile sheep?
She Zishu ignored their gazes, held up the knife, and walked straight towards the depths of the pond. The water gradually submerged her ankles, her knees, her waist, her shoulders, and finally her head. She kept carrying
The painting tube on the body is coated with a layer of spiritual power and isolates the pool water.
The further she walked, the slimier the mud became, making it difficult for her to move forward. But she did not stop because of this. As long as she hesitated for a moment, she would sink deeper and deeper. Until finally, her long black hair floated on the water like water plants.
, also completely disappeared. Not even a bubble appeared on the surface of the pool, as if nothing had been submerged. So people started walking and moving again, repeating the set scripts.
Walking underwater is not an easy task. Even if she opens her eyes wide, she can't see anything clearly for the time being. But Resentment occasionally projects information into her mind. She sees Yin Quan's back - she almost
She must be sure that this is Yin Hu's message. But the figure behind her just moved forward silently. Even if she quickened her pace, she couldn't catch up. She wanted to speak, but the water pressure restricted it.
For a moment, Yin Quan's back stopped and turned around silently.
However, Zishu only saw a blank face with no facial features.
Are you really Ye Yinquan? Zishu couldn't help but want to ask, but could never speak. If she wanted to know the truth of the matter, she knew very well that she could only follow the clues of resentment.
The world that can disappear at dusk will usher in night. The stars in this world hang high in the sky, shining extremely brightly. But Ling Huan really has no intention of admiring them. No matter what she sees now, she can think of the friends who used to spend time together day and night. Like this
At night, they are together
She had admired it countless times, at different moments, with different moods. She thought about it over and over again, but she couldn't figure out how those guys could be so heartless? Even Wenying was really serious. Not only did she not speak for herself,
, and even ran back into the house to hide...
There was a feeling of complaining, but she didn't hold a grudge. She was just sad. She was sad that those precious days were gone.
She hasn't found Yin Quan yet. I wonder if she is okay now? She was lying in front of the window, looking at the stars in the sky, and couldn't help but think of the past when her grandma taught them to identify the stars in the night sky one by one. Now she can't remember clearly, she only remembers
The two of them, one on each side, curled up in grandma's arms, like fledglings hiding under the wings of a big bird.
"Miss, it's so late, you'd better rest quickly. Staying up late is not good for your health..."
"snort."
She closed the window abruptly, not wanting to talk to the servants patrolling downstairs. She had been "heavily guarded" since she was brought home. She felt that no inmate on death row in the sky jail was treated like this. Just yesterday, there were two
A maid was staring at her from inside the room, and she didn't look away when she was eating or drinking.
, which made her feel uncomfortable. She got angry, hit them with a cup, and drove them away, without caring about the friendship between the two of them who took care of her in the past. Her father came to reprimand her in person, but she was even more fierce than her father, throwing a tantrum.
Po Lai doesn't look like a lady at all. Everyone says she goes out
After traveling for a while, her temper became so wild for some reason, and she couldn't be led astray by someone. It was even more outrageous to say that, she even smashed everything she could pick up without caring about her image. This crazy look made everyone
They were all frightened. Some old servants even said, Could it be that
What kind of evil was possessed? She didn't care about it. In the end, her mother hugged her tightly and sobbed along her hair. Her mother begged her to understand her family's concerns and her longing for Yin Quan. She calmed down and
He said nothing - rather, he was shocked by such a statement.
Her mother still felt sorry for her and was afraid that she would be too uncomfortable, so she told the maid not to enter the house if nothing happened. But the strict guard was never let down from the beginning to the end. On the way home, she planned to escape several times, but there was no chance.
None were found. She was not happy at all when she returned to the familiar boudoir she had been away from for a long time.
.The exquisite jewelry is all there, and there are even a few extra pieces. They were all bought for her by her family who cared about her. The bedding and sheets were replaced with clean ones. They have not been used once, and they can still smell of being exposed to the sun.
Mianxiang. This is all very good...but it is difficult for her to appreciate it. Sometimes, she even blames herself for why she cannot appreciate it?
The family didn't even complain about her losing the agate. Obviously everyone loved her, and she knew she was being willful. But the more this happened, the sadder she felt. Without her help, Xie Zhe and the others could only live in
Cheap hotels, even sleeping on the streets to save money? Winter will come soon, can they do this? He
Are we willing to spend money to buy ourselves winter clothes? After all this time, Hanshang will still be able to do the trick of the fox, using blind stones and leaves as silver.
Hua? Where's Wenying? How familiar is Wenying with the rules of the human world? There shouldn't be any more jokes now, probably.
Where is Yin Huan... is she okay? Ling Huan remembered what her father muttered and cursed when he turned away and left. Her ears were sharp, and she heard him scolding Wu Chang outside the door. He
He said that they took Yin Quan away and said they would ensure her safety, but they never wrote a letter home, not as good as Ling Quan's. How could this make them feel relieved?
They shouldn't have said that, let alone blame everything on the "incompetence" of Liudao Impermanence. She knew very well that they had obviously been so responsible, but they still had to bear these undeserved infamy. This was really a troublesome business.
It’s thankless...but what else can she say or what else can she do? No one will understand. Ordinary people will only feel that the people they love deeply are hurt. They can only see and feel this,
This is nothing more than normal.
But, but... they risked their lives in everything. Some people even sacrificed their lives for it. She originally thought that Liu Dao Impermanence would never die, but it happened like that. Then she thought about it, just because of the accident of her friend,
It was hard for her to accept that if her parents really lost their daughter, they would be heartbroken. They were not wrong, and neither were the Wuchang people. What was wrong were the evildoers and bad monsters who deserved death. Of course they deserved to die.
But now she can't do anything.
She can't even protect herself.
She lay helplessly on the bed. The warm and thick quilt was pulled to her chest, and she sighed deeply. She also felt the same despair as her family - the kind that could only receive letters but not know where to send the replies.
The feeling of where they are going. Will they still write to themselves? They shouldn't be so heartless... Since they are friends, they have to make themselves feel at ease in the future adventures.
It’s better to go to bed quickly, otherwise she will be unable to fall asleep again. After returning home, her right hand began to hurt a little at night. This slight pain was similar to the pain in grandma’s legs before the rainy day. It might be an old injury.
Well, she thought. She hadn't used the power of the ghost hand for a long time, and until now she didn't have the confidence to awaken it.
Or maybe, you will never need it again in this life.
