Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Second: Severe Love, Evil Beasts Come Out
Quan Hongming enjoyed the heavy rain in the dark night.
He knew that his relatives, his indifferent sister, were trying to heal him.
Those greedy, stupid and fat bald donkeys were reciting scriptures in his ears, but he couldn't hear clearly, as if they were separated by a thick wall.
These vague chanting sounds did not relieve his fear of loneliness, but made him upset.
Quan Hongming probably realized that his thinking had deviated from that of a normal person. He enjoyed loneliness, darkness, and pain. These were his sources of happiness, filling the emptiness in his heart that was burned by anxiety.
However, these emotions made him even more depressed.
Like pouring cold oil on a wildfire, a moment of low temperature won't help.
only.
Only the heavy rain.
Heavy rain brings life.
And there are no annoying chanting sounds when it rains.
The sweet rain slid down his twisted limbs, diluting the grimace corroded by the poisonous blood on his skin.
Quan Hongming opened his mouth wide, like a crocodile with its head raised, and his mouth was like a sea bowl. Drops of rain hit the roof of his mouth, the surface of his tongue, and his gums, making them feel slightly cold.
The rainwater accumulated in the throat was swallowed in a hurry when it was enough.
Although the rain is heavy, it will not last long.
Only enough for a few sips at a time.
Quan Hongming thought to himself that if he could wake up, he would definitely thank this unknown doctor.
Of course, this was a joke he was making on himself.
If he could wake up, he would be followed by something random, from eating a bowl of hot noodle soup to digging up his own ancestral grave. Such a joke would always make him laugh out loud, and then the skin on his body would be restored.
It will burst, blood will flow, and it will cause him severe pain.
But pain gave him joy again.
He hopes he can keep laughing.
But there are limits to laughter.
He couldn't laugh anymore.
…
Mo Yun was sitting in the room, the moonlight filtering in through the open window, making it cold and clear.
He has calmed down.
He no longer thinks.
Do what you have to do every day, simply.
Free time with nothing to do is the most difficult time.
He couldn't forget many things. Although he hated his memory, there was still an undercurrent under his calm face.
People must learn to fight with themselves.
There is no smoke, no ending.
He turned over and started to sleep.
On the roof beam, there is a silent dragon-slaying sword hanging.
…
Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing were sitting in the carriage in front of the familiar sea of tea.
Quan Suhuan's face was calm, and he mixed the tea briskly with his hands and feet. Every move he made was natural and relaxed, just like a swan stretching its neck or a peacock spreading its tail. Watching such an artistic process before drinking tea is another level of spiritual enjoyment.
Until the last three people were holding a cup of tea in their hands, the carriage was still silent.
The light of Suihou beads softly fills the room, bringing basic lighting, and the more eye-catching light is the sunlight coming in from the car window, illuminating the sea of tea, and each cup seems to be covered with a layer of radiant light.
Glaze color.
This blurry and flickering light rises from all smooth surfaces, wooden tables, utensils, beads, skin, nails, and clothing.
The square-inch floating light is like the gentle ripples rippling among the duckweeds in the pond at noon in summer, weak and swift like the fleeting shadow of flying stars, light and peaceful like drops of quiet tea.
The words have been exhausted, and the mind has followed the light.
Quan Suhuan turned his head and looked at the world outside the window.
In the deep winter, the snow penetrates to the bones and is cold. The world shrouded in white oppression is like rotten wood, while the crowds of people passing by are like ants, completely decomposing and tearing these buildings apart.
A certain abstract consciousness was conveyed to the powerful female head of the family through the intuitive scenery.
A vague sense of fate came over her, causing her to tighten the fox fur on her body unconsciously.
My dear brother, why do you want to live?
…
Ning Baiyi retrieved the last jade needle from Quan Hongming and put it back into the needle box.
She sighed with regret. If Bian Que's magic needle had not lost many of its essence, it would have been able to better relieve the evil spirits in this person's body.
This is a stone prison.
Vertical and horizontal chains bound the shirtless man on the bed.
His body is thin, but his skin is as thick and tough as tree bark. He looks like a master of external martial arts.
There were horrific scratches all over the bed and the wall. These messy tracks were either from trapped beasts or from crazed lunatics. Quan Hongming was neither of the two, but had characteristics of both.
He is chaotic and crazy, as if he is wrapped in a sea whirlpool under his human skin. The turbulence has created a closed system, containing countless dark, evil, and bloody demons, allowing everyone who tries to get close to him under the skin to
Everyone was shocked by it.
He is no longer alone.
He cannot be simply defined as a human being. Even though he has a humanoid body and everything that a human has, he is a different species.
Ning Baiyi looked at this creature that had struggled for life with pity.
After nearly a year of treatment, she has basically understood this person's condition.
Losing the soul, evil spirits entering the body, and physical changes.
And it seems that he has not been completely swallowed up by the darkness and terror in his body.
"Let me play you a piece of music." The girl thought of the man crying in the bamboo forest, and suddenly had the idea to use the sound of the piano to soothe Quan Hongming's tortured soul.
Asking the maid to fetch her Aiqin, Ning Baiyi placed the long harp on the round stone table and stood aside. Her waist was just at the height of the table, so it was very convenient for her to lower her hands to play the harp.
Still pluck the strings gently to test the sound.
After the remaining sound dissipated and there was complete silence, there was a sudden sound and the music became louder.
The rapid and joyful tunes are like fireworks in full bloom, one after another in the distant night sky, just like the colorful trees growing in the sky blooming with glow, more gorgeous than the stars in the river, and more brilliant than the scorching sun in the sky.
Everyone who sees such a magnificent scene "doesn't want to go back".
The rustling sound of the piano echoed, and Ning Baiyi closed her eyes, completely immersed in it.
Can you feel such joy?
…
It’s too tiring to laugh all the time.
Smiles should not be deliberate.
Quan Hongming swallowed the last mouthful of sweet rain.
Be silent and stop thinking.
Darkness, if you let me...
No, there is no more if.
The stagnant heart lake is slowly covered with a layer of solid ice.
He felt himself slipping.
At this moment, music sounded in my ears.
The light penetrated into the skull cavity through the corroded and ulcerated eyelids, and Quan Hongming was suddenly startled.
Get up and open your eyes.
A large area of beautiful spring scenery.
Gurgling river water, green grass, distant mountains and forests, and long white clouds.
Quan Hongming watched a butterfly land on the tip of his nose, with a strange and awkward smile on his face.
How beautiful...
Suddenly, a little girl shouted behind him: "Brother!"
I turned around and looked around, but there was no one there.
"Brother!" The girl's voice became calmer, but she still couldn't suppress her innocent joy.
It was Quan Suhuan's voice.
Quan Hongming became anxious and shouted: "Huanhuan! Where are you?"
"Brother!" The younger sister's voice became like an adult.
Where is she?
Where?
The sun on the top of the mountain in the west is setting little by little, and the sky is filled with dark purple. Only the sunset is still shining, and the flowing clouds have paved the dark sky steps, like a net, trying to swallow up the bright ball.
It's getting dark!
Night is coming!
"Brother!" The voice was also weakening, as if it came from under the water, the gasping of a drowned person.
"Huanhuan!"
Quan Hongming ran like crazy towards the horizon that was engulfed in darkness.
The world of thick ink rotates, and all the good things are gone with the wind.
Quan Hongming stepped into deep water.
A little girl in red clothes showed a bright smile in the water.
"Huanhuan, brother is here."
Exhale the last air bubbles from your lungs.
annihilation
…
The beast on the bed shed tears that quickly evaporated, like an unintentional illusion.
Ning Baiyi closed her eyes and listened to the lingering sounds that slowly fell silent. She nodded with satisfaction and walked back to the bed. She looked at Quan Hongming who was still as dead as a corpse. He had no reaction. Everything was in vain, no matter the life force in his body.
The struggle is still your own treatment.
"well.
"It would be great if you could survive."
Putting his plain hand on his withered forehead, under his chaotic brows, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened.