Before I knew it, Lu Yingjiu was already wearing the black top scholar uniform.
He's been here before.
He was once dragged into the wedding hall by those little devils to pray with the fake groom. At that time, he knew intuitively that it was right, so he held on and did not pray.
-If he bowed down, his marriage contract with Jing Xian would be annulled and God could easily take him away.
Coming here again after a long time, Lu Yingjiu felt many emotions in his heart.
In the middle of the wedding hall, the fake bridegroom was still standing there, wearing the same top scholar's uniform as him. This time, the thick fog on his face was no longer dispelled, and Lu Yingjiu could see his appearance clearly.
It was the golden human figure.
There is no room for it to escape.
Liquid golden light flowed on its face, gradually transforming into facial features.
Eyes, nose, lips...
Its appearance became clear.
Looks exactly like Lu Yingjiu.
Lu Yingjiu walked over slowly: "Why do you want to become like me?"
The humanoid is talking.
"It makes me feel sick." Lu Yingjiu turned the blade sideways, and a flash of bright silver bloomed in the red of the room.
The humanoid retreated silently, and the guests wearing ghost masks rushed forward and stopped it behind them.
Then, the guests' postures twisted, and their bones made popping sounds! They kept getting taller and stronger, and more limbs covered with eyes stretched out and waved in the air. Those eyes moved, staring at Lu Yingjiu all the time.
Greedy, eager and fanatical.
They were servants that Lu Yingjiu had never seen before, with strange lines all existing for killing.
The fur of the hairy ball exploded.
Its appearance kept changing, and it turned into the giant wolf on the bridge that day, with long limbs and a narrow snout, staring at them fiercely.
After a certain moment, both sides moved.
The attendants came like a tide, and Shenwu made a sharp sound of breaking through the wind.
Lu Yingjiu nimbly shuttled between their bodies, slashing with his knife.
Soon he realized something was wrong: these servants didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him. Compared with the previous radical tactics, they paid more attention to "entanglement".
They are deliberately stalling for time.
The time it took to invite the gods was already long, and coupled with the round-the-clock battle, his physical strength and energy were greatly consumed, and his condition was declining. As long as they delayed the time, he would definitely die.
They all knew this, so how could Lu Yingjiu not know it
He was well aware of his own weaknesses and thought to himself, Heaven's Way is indeed arrogant.
This deliberate delay only had the opposite effect. If the servant had tried his best, he could have pushed him into a desperate situation, but his current slowness gave him an opportunity.
He exerted force on his feet, and blood gushed out from the knife.
During the battle, the paper lanterns were cut in half, and flames flew everywhere. The eight-immortal table was chopped to pieces by the servants, and the rest was kicked out by Lu Yingjiu and smashed to pieces by the enemy. The word "囍" in the house also fell down, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the paper figures representing the parents, soaked in black blood.
The house was a mess.
Lu Yingjiu peeled off the masks of the ghosts one by one, and saw the ugly faces underneath. The black beast pounced and bit again and again, and the bones in its mouth were as fragile as paper, and they turned into powder with a light chew.
A large number of servants died.
But Lu Yingjiu had consumed too much energy.
not to mention…
His heart was beating heavily and a muffled sound came from his lungs.
The side effects of asking God for help have come.
There was a flash of silver in his eyes, his nails gradually became as sharp as a ghost's, ghost horns grew on his forehead, and a strange impulse roared in his blood.
There was too much time. His transformation into a ghost was getting worse. If he delayed for a while longer, he might completely lose his mind.
The servants realized his abnormality and burst into sharp laughter again!
Their robes fluttered violently, and they surrounded Lu Yingjiu like a whirlpool, with swords and sabers flashing down at the same time. As the weapons rubbed against each other, a burst of fire flashed wildly.
Lu Yingjiu stepped on the giant axe that was coming towards him, used the force to jump lightly, and another large amount of black blood burst out.
In the end, everyone was blood-thirsty.
Lu Yingjiu's breathing was heavy and his heart was beating like a war drum. The ghost transformation was taking away his sanity, but he persisted with amazing perseverance.
The champion's uniform was soaked in blood, and the fight seemed to last forever. But his eyes were still bright, and the surging emotions were like the wind blowing across the mountains and fields, blowing through his heart and awakening the boiling fighting spirit - they rose from the ground like a towering bamboo forest full of vigor and vitality.
He knew he had to win this battle.
Just for myself.
It is also for the benefit of others.
“Bang!”
The dagger in his hand was knocked away!
The servant sneered, and Lu Yingjiu didn't want to retreat, but took a half step forward and stretched out his hand!
The ghost-like sharp nails pierced deeply into the opponent's throat, and blood gushed out when they were pulled out.
The attendant staggered and fell.
Lu Yingjiu panted heavily and looked around.
The corpses were piled up into a small mountain, and there was not a single servant left standing.
He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand. His eyes were frighteningly bright as he turned his head to look towards the corner.
The golden figure huddled there, his mouth opening and closing as if he was saying something.
Lu Yingjiu pulled out his short knife from the wall and walked over slowly: "Finally you are the only one left, right?"
"..." The humanoid continued to speak in a low voice.
Lu Yingjiu was stunned for half a second, then he understood: it was actually reciting runes!
Having never seen a servant use runes before, he naturally thought they were beautiful. A wonderful feeling surged in his heart, and he almost pounced on it—
It turned out that his move was very timely.
The golden figure was pulled by an invisible force and sank into the wall behind it. Half a second before it disappeared, Lu Yingjiu's fingertips reached it and grabbed its sleeve tightly!
The two of them sank into the wall together.
"Ao!" The black beast roared impatiently, wanting to follow.
It used its sharp claws to dig into the wall, but no matter what, it would turn its head back firmly after that.
Lu Ying met him at the wine shop.
…
water
Or blood
Some kind of sticky liquid enveloped Lu Yingjiu's entire body, and even if he tried to open his eyes, he could not see anything clearly. The liquid was flowing rapidly, and he desperately grasped the sleeves of the robe, and was tossed in the waves with the golden figure.
He could still breathe, but his breathing felt extremely stagnant, as if he was inhaling sticky air.
He just went with the flow for who knows how long. Lu Yingjiu finally seized the opportunity and made a gesture with his left hand.
Fire ignited at the fingertips, illuminating the waves.
He saw faces in the waves!
Densely packed faces and bodies were flowing around them, all with eyes closed and peaceful expressions.
This is the soul.
This is the souls of millions of people surging.
Another huge wave came, and the golden figure turned back suddenly.
Lu Yingjiu only felt a chill on his right hand.
Something sharp chopped off his forearm, tearing the flesh open, the wound so deep that the bone was visible, and his right hand suddenly lost its strength. The humanoid took advantage of the opportunity and swam into his soul like a fish.
—It thrives in this environment and moves around freely.
The golden light surrounding it revealed its location.
The golden light was extremely dim, and it was only possible to see it from a little further away. Lu Yingjiu took care of his wound, twisted his body and chased after him!
Mao Tuanzi didn't come with him, so he couldn't call on the gods and had to rely entirely on his physical strength to fight the waves.
The human figure seemed to be certain that he dared to go deeper, and swam deeper on his own.
But Lu Yingjiu pursued him.
Every time he felt weak, he would stick talisman paper on his body to suppress the pain and squeeze out the last bit of strength.
Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...
He was getting closer and closer to the human figure.
Three meters, two meters, one meter...
The golden light is right in front of you.
Half a meter.
Another undercurrent came, Lu Yingjiu exerted force and grabbed the corner of its clothes with his left hand again!
The two were thrown upside down in the waves.
The human-shaped mouth opened and closed.
You should tell it when it comes over.
If you keep going like this, you'll go back to hell.
"As long as I can kill you." Lu Yingjiu also answered in a low voice, and he pulled himself closer with a sudden tug.
The humanoid turned around and wanted to do the same to his left hand.
However, Lu Yingjiu was already prepared: he saw clearly this time that the humanoid also had a short knife in his hand. In a flash, his injured right hand trembled as he took the knife and swung it out instinctively -
After a loud collision, the blades of both men slipped out of their hands and disappeared in the soul waves.
Just a little bit more and Lu Yingjiu would be face to face with the golden figure.
Just like the humanoids, they continued to fall towards the deepest part of the waves.
The faces around us were becoming more and more dense, and the waves were becoming more and more violent.
When they finally came face to face, they already knew where they had sunk.
Without any weapon, Lu Yingjiu grabbed the figure's neck with his bare hands.
The nearly human flesh and bones creaked under his hands, and he could feel the blood surging.
Why is the humanoid struggling? We are one, you should return to my arms.
If you are willing to die, then dying in my hands is the same, why do I need so many people to come and save you?!
"We are different." Lu Yingjiu said softly, "The fact that you can ask this question is the biggest difference between us."
He exerted his strength suddenly and broke the neck!
The figure lost its luster.
The golden light disappeared, and it drooped its head limply. As soon as Lu Yingjiu let go of it, it disappeared into the waves like foam.
It's dead.
At the same time, the flame of the talisman paper went out.
He didn't have more talismans to light, nor did he have the conditions to draw new talismans on the spot.
It was dark all around.
Lu Yingjiu swam towards the water surface based on his intuition.
Yet they had sunk so deep that there seemed no end to their ascent.
He was even certain that he was heading in the right direction and was just swimming on instinct. Sometimes he managed to advance several dozen meters before an undercurrent came and pushed him back to where he was.
This world is really too dark.
It's so dark that you can see hope.
He was the only living being among trillions of souls, as lonely as a sinking island.
He didn't plan to die here.
He also wanted to see Jing Xian again - he had promised this, but he couldn't break his promise again.
Supported by this idea, Lu Ying continued to drink.
After an unknown amount of time, the waves became less turbulent, which was a good sign; it meant he was getting closer to the water.
Just a little bit left…
He was just a little bit closer and he could break free!
However, his body was not under his control, and he was worn down by excessive blood loss and great physical exertion.
At this most critical moment, when he was only one step away from success, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't float even an inch.
As the force loosened, a strong sense of drowsiness came over me.
Lu Yingjiu was exhausted and fell backward.
He thought he was falling into the abyss.
But he didn't.
A hand gently rested on his back, giving him strength.
Then more hands came over, two, three, four...
Lu Yingjiu turned his head to look, and in the darkness he only saw a few faces passing by, all of them were unfamiliar souls.
Just like that invader.
The celebrities gathered together and surrounded him.
Lu Yingjiu never knew their names, but at that moment, their several hands held him up, supported him, and pushed him forcefully to the surface of the water, giving him the strength and courage to float.
We have to give them up and say.
Stranger, go home.
At this moment, Lu Yingjiu's eyes were filled with tears.
With the help of these words, the water surface was getting closer and closer. He once again used up his last bit of strength and reached out his hand to her.
A hand held him tightly.
It was a steady and strong hand that he had shaken several times.
Lu Yingjiu was pulled out of the frenzy and fell into Jing Xian's arms.