The life created by calendar paper should never die, but because this kind of life is as fragile as paper, once it is hurt by external force, it will be completely broken.
The pain of the soul being torn apart almost surpasses most of the suffering in this world, so it shouldn't happen to a child who is still young, and now this cruel and even dehumanizing thing is really happening in the world. In front of them, so many calendar gods who had been curled up in their calendars and dozed all the year round looked at each other, and stuck their heads out of the calendar to check them and became silent.
"I... I haven't seen Twelve these days, so I couldn't help thinking about him. Today I heard that he was at work and I wanted to come out to see him secretly, but I heard Twelve crying... I thought this child was for Li The teacher smashed the bowl while washing and cried, but when he looked out, he saw a lot of blood on the ground... Twelve was lying on the ground, motionless... only... only... New Year's Eve was there, covered in is blood… "
A middle-aged woman with a pale face in a commoner's clothes muttered in a low voice. Her voice was full of fear and fear, as if she was about to cry bitterly in the next second. She was also an ordinary low-level calendar, this one called Chu Jiu The Goddess of Calendar and Twelve have always had a good relationship and are very close. In the past, Twelve would naively call the woman a mother of the ninth day, but now Twelve's tragic death, for the ninth who regards him as a parent and child. It is obviously more unacceptable.
Just when she was holding Twelve's icy body, Chu Jiu almost broke down. As she was relatively close to Twelve, she quickly called out Hanshi and Huachao in the calendar, but when she saw it with her own eyes, the whole room filled the air. At twelve o'clock, the bloody smell and the sound had already lost, Han Shi and Hua Chao didn't even have time to figure out what was going on.
"It's New Year's Eve who went crazy and killed Twelve!! It's him!! I can see the blood on his hands!!... It's him, it's him... that's what he did..."
On the ninth day with tears in her eyes, she accused the evil deeds of New Year's Eve over and over again. Han Shi and Hua Chao didn't look good, but they couldn't believe it in their hearts. It is possible to do such a horrible and cruel thing.
At this moment, the 12 broken paper souls have been put into his sleeves by Han Shi, and on New Year's Eve, he still maintains that embarrassed and tired posture and leans against the wall. Accusing and scolding, and the strange thing is that no matter what the outside world makes, he doesn't seem to hear anything, just sits motionless with his hands on his bloody arm.
"On the ninth day, tell me honestly, did you really see Mr. Twelve killed on New Year's Eve..."
Han Shi's voice seemed to be pressed under the tip of his tongue, with a low level of coldness. When he narrowed his eyes to look at people, he said sternness and majesty, which made the red-eyed Chu Jiu subconsciously shrink his shoulders, hearing this. When he said this, Hua Chao looked at New Year's Eve not far away with complicated eyes, but after a moment of hesitation, Chu Jiu nodded without hesitation, and then shouted with red eyes,
"I really saw it!! It's New Year's Eve, it's him! Why do you ask me over and over again, Lord Hanshi? Do you think I'm lying? Just because New Year's Eve is a high-ranking god, you can be forgiven for anything you do. eh... but twelve is dead... my twelve is dead... I only have one twelve, only one son..."
Tears fell involuntarily as he spoke, and Chu Jiu clenched his blood-filled palms, gritted his teeth, and said,
"Old Twelve told me that New Year's Eve is a good god, and I thought what he said was right! Twelve and I rarely saw New Year's Eve! But we all believed him! This child is not smart, So he can only be destined to be a mediocre calendar god, but he has a good heart, he is filial to me, and he works hard to help the mortals in the world, but why is such a good boy still dead!! Is it because he deserves to die!! Then why... don't you die on New Year's Eve!! Why do you want to hurt people everywhere!!"
When she said the last sentence, Chu Jiu suddenly turned her head to the side of New Year's Eve. Her words finally made Hongyi Lishen have a little emotional reaction, but after coughing violently for a while, New Year's Eve was only a moment A barely audible faint voice said slowly,
"I didn't kill him..."
Such an explanation is obviously pale and weak. New Year's Eve's face is full of exhaustion and seems to be exhausted even to say a word. When the goddess of the calendar hears it, she shouts angrily and is about to approach the New Year's Eve on the ground. Huachao next to him hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, but at this time, a light suddenly flashed in the calendar to stop Huachao, Huachao's figure paused, and the black-clothed Zhongyuan Festival had already blocked him with an indifferent expression. In front of him, and at the same time, Chu Jiu, who was not stopped by anyone, slapped New Year's Eve in the face.
"You evil! What qualifications do you have to be a god!! You give me back my twelve... give it back to me!!"
The embarrassed ninth day broke down and burst into tears. Hua Chao was taken aback and quickly wanted to drag the emotional ninth day away, but on New Year's Eve, she didn't do anything as Hua Chao expected. In response to the counterattack, he glanced at Hua Chao with his red eyes at the moment, and repeated again,
"I didn't kill him."
Hearing the words, Hua Chao glanced back at him without saying a word, and felt a little struggling for no reason. He felt that this guy was trying to explain to himself as a friend on New Year's Eve, but obviously no one would believe such a clumsy explanation. He, his red robe has been completely dyed red, and his cold and pale face is also indescribably miserable. In the past, even if he fought with the fiercest evil in the past, the proud New Year's Eve Jun will not be as embarrassed as he is today. And this kind of New Year's Eve, it looks like it can be called... Poor.
"The words of the ninth day are not without credibility. They are both Lishen. If Jun on New Year's Eve really committed murder, you and I can't easily tolerate it, then I will use my divine power to restrain him first, so as not to cause trouble again, the rest is still Let Master Li come back and make a decision, how about?"
Zhongyuan seems to be quite disgusted by the attitude of New Year's Eve. Today's incident not only alarmed most of the low-level calendars, but also forced them to come out to maintain the situation on these traditional festivals. It will not be polite to the New Year's Eve who really committed the murder.
So while he was talking, he had already imprisoned New Year's Eve in place with his divine power. The black fire pattern wrapped tightly around New Year's Eve's neck, tying him like a prisoner. The force even forced New Year's Eve to kneel. On the ground, he gasped in embarrassment, and Hua Chao frowned in displeasure just as he was about to speak, Zhong Yuan had already glanced at him blankly.
"Hua Chao-kun, why do you need such useless sympathy? If you want to kill someone on New Year's Eve, everyone here can't escape, and I'm just trying to save my life."
This is a bit too much. Han Shi and Hua Chao’s faces sank at the same time. Obviously, they have other opinions on this. After all, there are often incidents of evil on New Year’s Eve, but they rarely really hurt people. His tolerance and love for children are from It has been like this thousands of years ago, and it has never changed until now, but it is impossible to lie about this kind of thing on the ninth day, and there is no evil in this world that can easily kill Lishen under their noses. …
Thinking like this, the bottom of my heart inevitably felt a little shaken. Han Shi's complex and questioning eyes fell on New Year's Eve, hoping that he could quickly say something to prove his innocence. However, New Year's Eve's face was always so pale and gloomy. Those bloody hands also became terrifying, which made Hanshi Huachao Zhongyuan Thirteen subconsciously fearful at the scene. There were also the whispering voices of various calendar gods in the calendar, and just in the atmosphere Apparently when he was in a stalemate, he always looked indifferent, but on New Year's Eve, who didn't show much emotion, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the door with an indescribable expression.
With a little hesitation and a little panic, it seems that all the coldness just now is just a fragile shell, which will be shattered when touched by the approaching person outside the door, accompanied by this emotional shake, then The door was finally opened, and when the familiar aura came, Xiao Nanzhu and Qingming, who had returned from outside, had already appeared in the sight of New Year's Eve.
"The Master—"
The standing gods gave Xiao Nanzhu a respectful salute. Xiao Nanzhu, who rushed back in a hurry, looked uncertain. After entering the door, he just looked at the wet blood on the floor and did not speak. The calm-faced Qingming Festival sniffed the smell of blood. He glanced at Han Shi with his sleeves tucked again, obviously guessing what happened just now. He looked at New Year's Eve with disbelief and didn't know what to say. At the same time, Xiao Nan with a gloomy face Zhu has walked slowly to the New Year's Eve who was imprisoned on the ground by Zhongyuan.
The peach blossoms in his sleeves still had a faint sweet fragrance, but Xiao Nanzhu had no desire to give it to anyone. He felt that his heart was cut open by the cruelly killed Twelve. No matter how he convinces himself to believe in this man in red, who is like a trapped beast in front of him, all the doubts and suspicions that have been haunting his heart for a long time will all flow out in an instant.
The disappearance of that painting, the abnormality during the New Year's Eve, and the flaws that have been suppressed by hard work for a long time.
"I should have thought of that... but I didn't even warn you before."
Xiao Nanzhu's disappointment and self-deprecating voice made New Year's Eve's body tremble uncontrollably. The man who was standing stiffly looked at his emotional appearance, but for the first time he was unmoved. Zhu Zhu confined his actions on New Year's Eve to a small space. At this moment, he stared at his palm with blood-red eyes, but he didn't have the courage to look up at Xiao Nanzhu's expression. His heart cramped and pained. curled up, and the reason was... He knew that what he feared the most had happened.
It's not that Chu Jiu didn't want to believe it, and it wasn't that Hua Chao didn't want to believe him, but even Xiao Nanzhu... didn't want to believe that he didn't kill Twelve.
"I didn't... I didn't..."
With a voice so weak that he could barely hear it, he forced his mouth to open. New Year's Eve tears continued to flow down his eyes, and a painful whimper suddenly overshadowed the sound that should have been in his throat. The guilt caused by dying twelve, the fear of being hated by those he loves, the sadness and helplessness of being rejected by everyone instantly drowned his entire body, and the malicious and arrogant laughter of Xi in the bottom of his heart was still passed on. come up.
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[New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, have you heard?]
[No one even wants to believe you.]
[Your Li Shi is just an ordinary person, and ordinary people have never believed in their own eyes.]
[So, you just... listen to me.]
[hurry up]
go to hell.