Xia Houlin looked up inch by inch along the blade in front of him—the pale right hand holding the hilt, the stiff arm, the pale face, and a pair of indifferent eyes. The faintly shining silk thread was wrapped around his hands and feet, and the connection was wrapped with a meteorite steel ring, deeply embedded in Tang Shiqi's pale flesh, but no blood came out.
Xia Houlin looked at those empty eyes and saw himself in shock and grief.
"Your brother is very loyal. I coerced and tempted me and tried my best, but he refused to help us make a puppet." Duan Jiu smiled and looked at Xia Houlin, "Well, I have to make him a puppet. How about it? Xiaolan, how do you want to beat him? Cut off his hands, cut off his feet, or his head? He is just a body, not as hard as steel, and it is easy to cut him off. It's just..." The curvature of Duan Jiu's lips became more and more intense. Shen Shen, "In this way, your brother will be separated from his head like your mother, and he will die without a whole corpse."
Duan Jiu suddenly pulled the wire, and the puppet Seventeen abruptly started with the silk thread beeping, holding the cold line of knife light and slashing at Xia Houlin's face. Xia Houlin's hands were trembling, and he stepped back as the puppet seventeen slashed.
The other eight owls ran towards Shen Jue like owls, the black sleeves fluttered like moth wings, and the cold light of the blade was hidden in the sleeves. Chi Yan rushed into the battle circle, back to back with Shen Jue.
"Go and help Ah Lin!" Shen Jue panted.
Chi Yan did not move, only said: "He can do it."
In the interval of the fight, Shen Jue looked towards Xiahou Lin, who staggered back under the knife of Puppet Seventeen, blood dripping from his body.
Shen Jue gritted her teeth and shouted, "He's about to lose!"
"He's a man, not a child." Chi Yan indifferently cut off the blade that Mahu Luojia was chopping forward, "Life and death, you have to bear it by yourself!"
Puppet Seventeen hit the head again, Xiahou Rongge stopped and slashed, and the cold sword light flashed again in the corner of the light, as if a poisonous snake spit out a red letter in a dark corner. The alarm bell rang out in his head, Xia Houlin quickly backed away to dodge, but was finally slashed by Seventeen's left-handed short knife.
This is the fourth wound on his body. Blood soaked through the clothes, and every inch of muscle screamed in pain.
The pale-faced man walked towards him expressionlessly, raising his knife with his arms folded strangely. The dead man's body was too stiff, and Duan Jiu broke his arm in order to manipulate it. Now even if Xia Houlin jumped behind the puppet Seventeen, it could turn its arm and send the knife into Xia Houlin's body without turning around.
Xia Houlin turned over to avoid the chop, and stood up with the tree. Shen Jue's voice resounded in his ears: "Xiahou Lin, attack!"
Shen Wenxing and Mingyue were also calling him from a distance: "Master Xiahou, attack!"
But how could he fight back? How could he cut off Seventeen
He wanted him to be more meticulous. There must be a secret room in the Hou Mansion, hidden in an unknown corner. Seventeen panted desperately in the dark as he walked past the wall. There was a heavy sadness in his heart, as if there were thousands of bloody tombstones. He thought of this round-faced man, who was always a coward and a jerk. He used his face to deceive women with his money and gave birth to a child, but why he would rather die than hand over the atlas.
Stupid... Really stupid!
Puppet Seventeen raised a knife and slashed across his chest, the pain spread to half of his body, and he looked at the pale face from his sweat-obscured vision.
"Xiahou Lin!" Shen Jue called him from a distance. Babu blocked Shen Jue's way, and he couldn't get away.
Duan Jiu stood under the moonlight and looked at Xiahou Lin with a Buddha-like compassion in his eyes.
"Xiao Lian, do you know why you failed so much?" He sighed and whispered, "Because you are still a child, you will never learn what a man should learn. You have too many weaknesses and you can't let go. Friends, you can’t leave your loved ones, you can’t leave your loved ones, and you can’t even leave people who are dead. The more things you carry, the duller you will be and the easier it will be to be killed.”
As Duan Jiu said that, he tightened the pulling wire, and the twisted right hand of Puppet Seventeen was raised again.
"Xiao Rong, since you can't let go, go see them."
Xia Houlin suddenly felt very tired. As he walked along, he thought that his knife was sharp enough to cut through the vast darkness. But it turns out that if you break the first level, there is a second level, and if you break the second level, there is a third level. This night is endless, thousands of thousands. But no matter how sharp his knife is, it will eventually rust.
For the first time he had doubts about the knife in his hand. It turns out that even if this sword is invincible, it cannot be invincible.
Another knife fell, and the puppet's attacks were endless. And he was so tired that he could barely lift the knife. The two knives collided in the air. The force of the rebound made him unsteady. The puppet kicked his waist and abdomen. He covered his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. on the ground.
Are you going to die? This time, are you finally going to die
Seventeen died because of him, and he should probably give that life back to Seventeen.
The moonlight sprinkled on his shoulders, and he didn't know when the hole was cut on his head. He forgot about it. The blood flowed down, blurring his vision, and the world in his eyes was blood red. He fell into the pile of corpses, and the puppet walked towards him step by step.
Suddenly, in the bloody mud ahead, he saw a note. Did it fall out of someone during a fight? He stretched out his hand, grabbed the note, and unfolded it before his eyes.
Blood soaked through the ink, and he saw a vague sentence—
"Boss, send me this last ride and relieve me."
His whole body trembled, and he raised his head in a daze. Under the moonlight, Seventeen's face was pale, and there was nothing in his dark eyes, but he clearly hid a deep sadness, like a candle in the dark night, beating like a candle.
Duan Jiu tightened the thread again. He knew that this child was about to die. No one could resist this kind of mental attack. His loved ones were his deadly burden, and one day it would drag him down. Today is such a day. He also regretted that he watched this child grow up, but after all, he had to personally send him into Huangquan.
When the puppet finally walked in front of Xia Houlin, Duan Jiu tensed the corners of his mouth, clenched his fists, and the pulling wire vibrated like the wings of a cicada. The sharp blade fell towards Xia Houlin's head, but Xia Houlin lowered his head and had no intention of resisting.
"The future will be indefinite, Xiaolin." Duan Jiu whispered.
He was about to wind up the silk thread, but found that the silk thread was motionless. He gave a surprised "Huh" and looked up, only to see Xiahou Rin holding the blade of Puppet Seventeen, blood dripping on the ground along his fingers, but he didn't seem to be in pain. Holding on, slowly stood up.
"Duan Jiu, you won't understand," Xia Houlu said softly, "They are not a burden, they are not a burden. Because of them, I am stronger."
In the hazy vision, he seemed to see Master Qiu sitting with him under the wide eaves many years ago, looking at the splendid red glow of the distant mountains. Qiuye's profile is gentle and quiet, like the silent years flowing silently.
He turned his head and smiled gently, "Xiao Lian, do you know why there are so many children in Galan, do I most want you to inherit my mantle? Because I see stars in your eyes." Looking at the gradually darkening sky, the stars light up one after another, like endless lights in the dark night, "Remember, even in the deepest night, there must be the brightest stars."
His dearest love is his star.
Xia Houlin clenched the blade of the puppet seventeen, and swung the black knife with his right hand. There was a string of "burst" and "burst" in the air, and silver lights flashed around Shiqi and then disappeared. Shi Qi's body was slumped inch by inch, and finally fell into Xia Houlin's arms. Xia Houlin put him on the ground, then stood up and walked towards Duan Jiu.
His pace became faster and faster, and finally turned into a gallop. The black knife was wrapped in the mournful wind of the long night, and it rolled out a long low whistle, as if it were the whispers of countless souls. At that moment, if there were countless souls reviving in him, Duan Jiu was surprised to find that there seemed to be countless pairs of familiar eyes opened under Xia Houlin's eyes, their eyes burning like winter flames.
Xia Houlin was running, and the shadows of trees whirled past under his feet, like countless souls whizzing past his feet. In a trance, he heard the deceased deceased whispering in his ear, it was Qiuye, it was Mr. Dai, it was Seventeen, and it was his mother, Xiahou Pei.
"Xiao Lian - we, together!"
Countless hands clenched Bushenglian at the same time, and swung the sword together with Xia Houlin. The knife light exploded brilliantly, like a hazy moonlight flying in the air. Xia Houlin and Duan Jiu passed by by mistake, and in an instant, the whole world flowed through the misty light, and the whole world moved.
The knife stopped.
Xia Houlin stood under the moonlight and looked up at the sky, standing silently. The night wind was flowing in his ears, and the old man's call was gone again, and he couldn't hear it clearly.
There was a broken blade stuck upside down on the ground. It was Duan Jiu's "Return of the Wild Goose". The moment Duan Jiu drew the sword, it was cut off by Xia Houlin, and it was turned over and inserted into the ground.
A few steps away from Xia Houlin, Duan Jiu lowered his head and touched the blood dripping on his waist, "What is this trick called?"
"Lin Yan Xin Blade, Zhan Ye." Xia Houlin said, "It's not a kalan knife, I created it myself."
"No wonder I can't catch it." Duan Jiu smiled lowly, "You are a real man, Xiaolin."
He collapsed to the ground. The sound of Shen Xiong's hooves suddenly sounded at the end of the mountain road, and the firelight illuminated half of the night. They heard the crash of the armor, the sergeant's sigh. The assassins changed their color in dismay, no longer fighting, stepping on the corpses and blood of their companions, and fled into the forest like owls.
Soap boots stepped in front of Duan Jiu, and his eyes gradually became dull.
He is old and can't remember a lot of things. The moment Xia Houlin waved his step lotus, he seemed to see someone he hadn't seen in a long time. Many years ago, the extremely powerful assassin also swung his knife like this, blood dripping from the tip of the knife and dripping on the ground, one lotus flower every step of the way.
They were friends.
"hold as..."
He still remembered that in the overwhelming snowstorm, Du Xin and Babu's corpses gradually became cold in the snow. He bowed his head to Yama next to the unconscious Chiru, "He has a wife and children in Jialan, so he is the most suitable candidate for abbot. Yama, please spare his life!"
"In order to repay Yama's great kindness, I would like to become Yama's secret eye. From now on, I will punish all those who betray Yama!"
He carried Zhiru on his back and walked with difficulty in the wind and snow. The snow was so deep that it didn't cross his ankles or his calves. They fell into the snow together, and their bodies were cold.
Chiru opened his eyes on his back, "Why are you here..."
"I'm worried about you, I came quietly."
"Everyone is dead...all dead..."
"It's okay," he clasped Ru's shoulders and looked into his dry eyes, "We're still alive. Aru, we have to work together... to survive!"
He also remembered that in the drizzle on the mountain later, he leaned on the futon and smoked dry smoke, killing his heart and knocking on the wooden fish.
Sparks flickered in the smoke pot, and he said hoarsely: "Old guy, have you really thought about it?"
"Think about it." Xingxin closed his eyes and said, "Chiyan is the sharpest knife ever made by Garan."
"What if he fails?" he sighed, "Aru, maybe it's better to obey Yama."
"Then forge Xiahoulin, and Xiahoulin is abandoned, so he will be selected from Jialan Village. There will always be a knife that will succeed."
"Xiahou Pei won't agree if you want Xiao Rong to become the second hater."
The sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped, and in the sound of the rain, he sighed deeply, "Old friend, I want to take the road of Asura, will you help me?"
The sparks in the smoke pot flickered out, like a fleeting fireworks. He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Yes, we are friends, killing hearts."
His vision gradually dimmed, and he suddenly thought that if he hadn't betrayed and killed his heart, maybe everything would have been different. It's a pity that this is an Asura road, and it is difficult for all of them to turn back. Hands and feet became cold inch by inch, like a stone. It turns out that death is such a feeling, is it also the same feeling when Heart Killing died
He suddenly felt grief in his heart, and this grief was like an icy tide, drowning his head. He couldn't help wondering if he could be forgiven if he walked across the other side
No, he has already betrayed each other. He reached out to the darkness, but caught nothing.
Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed his hand. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw eyes that were tired and quiet.
"The future will be indefinite, Mr. Duan." Chi said with disgust.
Tears ran down the corners of his eyes, he smiled and closed his eyes.
"It will be indefinite later."