The author has something to say: Tips before reading: This article is divided into half and half, and the cp is Dong Zheng x Cui Zuojing
Residual hatred is a foreshadowing.
About the younger brother: Character growth takes time, no one is born to stand in the cloud, the younger brother will transform into a reliable teammate in a very short time.
The answer to the blood pact: Shou only saved Gong this time by sharing the injury, and Gong also used his own abilities to provide Shou with many benefits through the blood pact, and saved Shou in times of crisis.
The only time Gong used the coercive power of the blood contract was before the blood contract was lifted. The two were already in love with each other. He used the blood contract to order that the relationship between the two would never change.
The whole process of the blood contract is more like a form to promote the plot. It is just a name. There is no coercion between the attack and the receiving. [The attack has never been forced to suffer, never], and the two people are equal in body and mind and respect each other. Shou plays the role of guide, you can think of Shou as Yao Lao trapped in the ring, and Gong as Xiao Yan who got this chance.
If you get hit by a thunderbolt, I hope you don't scold me for it. I'm just a little author who honestly writes what I like. Please let us go. If you don't like it and can't accept it, it only means that this is not a story prepared for you, and please don't make strange and distorted remarks in the comment area.
If it is acceptable, then welcome to the pure white world, I am your guide, ██.
The world is desolate along the time, you and I are both believers of entropy.
—████
Cui Zuojing opened his eyes.
He turned his head and looked out the window. It was still empty and pure white. If it weren't for the rumbling of the railroad tracks, he wouldn't even be able to tell if the train was still moving. In this space without any reference, the concept of motion seemed to have become blurred.
Cui Zuojing just glanced, and then looked away boringly.
He glanced at his pocket watch habitually, the pointer stopped at 1:37, and he hadn't moved since he entered here.
It is impossible to count how long the train has been traveling in the pure white boundary.
There was no one in the carriage except him, the white cat curled up on the seat next to him, sleeping soundly, his fur tarnished with age, and his round body undulating with his breathing.
Cui Zuojing moved a little, moved his stiff muscles and bones a little, and closed his eyes again.
Three days ago, he bid farewell to his parents and sister, took the cat whose time was running out, smuggled away from the baby's dream, returned to this pure white world that had been separated for eight years, and got on the train that had been waiting here.
Does the queen know that he is back
Cui Zuojing fell into a daze, and the vague dream that haunted him for eight years finally became clear again.
The faces of the dead, or forever imprisoned, flashed before his eyes, including himself.
No one knows when the train stopped.
The first thing I discovered was the white cat. Its body was so old that even sleeping became a burden, but this time it was different. It suddenly felt much lighter in its sleep.
After waking up, it stared at the red house of the circus not far from the window for a few seconds, then stretched out its paws and patted Cui Zuojing on the shoulder: "Meow—"
Cui Zuojing was woken up by it and rubbed his eyes. Eight years ago, when he successfully escaped, he was hit with the Queen's last curse. Time was frozen at the age of sixteen forever, and he has been a teenager since then.
The white cat flicked its tail and said, "It's time to stop."
Cui Zuojing was stunned, he couldn't believe his ears: "Uncle, you..."
"The power of the curse is gradually dissipating, and the power of time in you has begun to affect me." The white cat stood on the small table in front of Cui Zuojing, pacing gracefully. It shook its ears, and its fur changed miraculously. It was slick, a deep male voice with a strong Russian accent, "We're really back."
Cui Zuojing immediately picked it up, kissed the white cat's little pink nose, and said excitedly, "That's really great."
The white cat smiled and pushed his face with his paws, then tilted his head back and said, "Okay, get off the train, I don't know how long the train will stop."
"I bet it will leave when we get out of the car." Cui Zuojing stood up holding the cat and scratched the back of its neck, causing the white cat to squint and raise his head in enjoyment.
Along the open door between the carriages, you can see that there is no one else on the entire train. Cui Zuojing got out of the car, and just stood still, the door behind him slowly closed, and the train silently started again just like when it appeared.
Watching the train go away, shrink into a small dot, and finally disappear at the end of the track, Cui Zuojing turned and walked towards the red house not far in front of him. The sudden appearance of such a bright color in the pure white space makes people feel dazzling.
The red-and-white circus shed was adorned with similarly bright banners that read in screaming script:
[Hell Circus, take you to hell!]
The oppressive infinite pure white, the abrupt circus shed and this terrifying banner can indeed make the cowardly scream, but for Cui Zuojing, it can only evoke his secret nostalgia.
As soon as Cui Zuojing approached, the thick curtain of the greenhouse was lifted from the inside, and the clown with white paint on his face came out, and the two of them just met.
The clown is nearly two meters tall, his exaggerated muscles are about to break his black suit, his face is full of flesh, his smiling lips painted with red paint extend to the base of his ears, his eyes are painted with red four-pointed stars, and he has a red nose. Exaggerated makeup can scare a group of children crying on the street.
Seeing Cui Zuojing coming, the clown grinned, bowed like a gentleman, took out the invitation letter from his breast pocket, and handed it to Cui Zuojing with both hands.
Cui Zuojing held the cat in one hand, took it over, and just lowered his head to look, he heard the clown in a hoarse voice: "Welcome to the pure white world! This is the nightmare of the world, the paradise of gamblers, as long as you have Enough chips, any wishes can be fulfilled here! If you leave before the end of the game, we will charge a certain fee as a loss fee, for example - your life!"
"Then now, show your chips."
"We'll talk about it later." Cui Zuojing walked past him, bowed and opened the curtain and walked into the greenhouse, looked around calmly, and asked, "Is there any water?"
"Sorry, because of work, the opening remarks are necessary." The clown came in behind him, poured two glasses of water after reaching the bar, "Does Victor want something to eat?"
The clown was so heavy that every step he took off the wooden floor made an overwhelmed creaking sound. Cui Zuojing sat down on the high chair in front of the bar.
This is a small room similar to the reception desk. There are many large color blocks of Impressionist paintings on the wall. Apart from the bar and two sofas, there are only many doors left, eight of which are closed and can be seen from the only open door. In one corner of the circus stage, the auditorium was empty.
The white cat called Victor jumped from Cui Zuojing's arms to the bar: "Is it a can?"
"Feed the lion meat, do you want some?"
Victor lowered his head to drink water: "Forget it, I don't like eating raw meat."
"I expected you to come back at this time. I've been waiting for you for a long time." The clown stretched out his radish-like fingers and carefully touched Victor's ear. The white cat couldn't hold back his body's instincts, and rubbed against his palm.
"Has Victor always been like this?"
Cui Zuojing: "Well, my uncle has been like this since he left here. His cat's body is gradually aging in the real world, and there is not much time left, so I made up my mind to come back."
The clown sighed: "You came back at a very bad time, the queen has completely controlled the pure white world, and no one dared to resist her - no, it should be said that since the end of the pilgrimage, everyone who tried to resist her died, or Trapped in a monster box forever, only the five of you are alive."
Cui Zuojing was not moved because of this: "Since I have the ability to resist her the first time, I can also come for the second and third time. But this time, I will kill her."
"I'll do my best to help you." The clown pointed to the invitation letter in Cui Zuojing's hand, "It's a prisoner card specially prepared for you, you can temporarily not be discovered by the queen, you just came back, and your ability is still there. Not recovering, and carrying the curse of time prisoners, you need to buy a little time to recuperate."
"Thank you." Cui Zuojing tore the surface of the invitation two or three times, and poured out a black-gold card, which was empty.
Clown: "You drop your blood on the card. If someone uses it, you will be summoned to sign a contract. The players holding the black and gold card are basically not ordinary people, and they are likely to help you in your actions."
Cui Zuojing did not hesitate. He swiped his thumb nail on the pulp of his index finger, and a drop of blood rolled out from the wound. He raised his hand gently, and the drop of blood automatically fell on the card surface and blended into it silently. .
The card instantly burst into dazzling light, and the huge energy fluctuations blew the broken hair in front of Cui Zuojing's forehead, and all the bottles on the wine cabinet swayed unsteadily. The white cat raised its ears alertly, and under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, wonderful blood-colored lines were automatically drawn little by little.
Halfway through the drawing, the clown said, "Give yourself a prisoner's name."
Cui Zuojing had already figured out what name to use on the train: "Arabidopsis."
The moment his voice fell, the energy fluctuation reached its peak, and the golden light enveloped Cui Zuojing. After five seconds, everything subsided abruptly, and the cards fell on the bar with a click, with a clock-like pattern painted on the back.
"The wheel of fortune, which means a new beginning." The clown picked up the card and turned it to the front. The face of the card was an ordinary weed with "Arabidopsis" written on it.
Cui Zuojing breathed a sigh of relief, put his cut finger in his mouth and sucked the blood away, and said vaguely, "My luck has never been too bad, but what about uncle?"
The clown scratched Victor's chin: "After you determine the owner of the prisoner card, Victor can sign a contract as a summoned beast. This body is not his, so he can't be a prisoner like you."
"Okay." Cui Zuojing took the card out of the clown's hand and put it in his trousers pocket, "I want to exchange 500 points."
"For what?"
"As usual, my feelings, it should be worth it."
Hearing this, Victor immediately broke free from the clown's hands and discouraged: "Don't do this, you will regret it."
"It's okay, uncle." Cui Zuojing whispered, "If you lose your life, it's useless to have feelings, and it may interfere with my judgment at a critical time."
Seeing that he had made up his mind, the clown turned around, took an empty bottle from the wine cabinet, and unplugged the cork: "Emotions can be very cheap or expensive, and it's not the first time I've told you the same thing. In this case, I will take away your feelings at the price of 500 points, and when you regret it, you can come to me to redeem it."
"I don't need it for a short time." Cui Zuojing closed his eyes, the clown buttoned the bottle on his forehead, and a little colorful light floated out from the boy's forehead and was sucked in.
The clown couldn't help but ask one more question: "Don't even friendship need to stay?"
"No need." Cui Zuojing opened his eyes, "As long as there are enough interests, the relationship between people will naturally be maintained."
The clown re-plugged the cork silently, and the colorful light scurried through the bottle in panic, trying to get back to Cui Zuojing.
Cui Zuojing looked at it, frowned and endured the pain of losing his soul, the tears he forcibly held back in his eyes when he bid farewell to his family, the tears of his parents and sisters, and the sadness of the curse that he, Fu Zhe, and Luo Wan had to bear in order to keep each other alive. And the pain of madness, watching Victor's aging day by day... all faded away with the deprivation of emotions, leaving only an empty heart and a monstrous hatred for the queen.
The boy's once burning eyes calmed down, Cui Zuojing gently pressed his chest and let out a long breath.
Well, now he's invincible.
Victor looked at him worriedly, Cui Zuojing shook his head to signal that he was fine, and just as he was about to speak, the cards in his pocket suddenly burst into a dazzling blood-colored light.
The strong wind rolled up with the card surface as the center, and the goblet that Cui Zuojing drank was blown unsteadily and crooked, and fell off the table.
"How come! The prisoner ceremony has just been completed, how can someone choose to summon!"
The clown shouted in a panic, he and Victor reached out to grab at the same time, but in the end it was a step too late, the figure of the young man was completely engulfed in the light, and they only caught the light spots that were shredding and flowing in their hands.
Victor "meow" angrily, leaving a long series of scratches on the bar.
When no one responded, Cui Zuojing was summoned into the monster box by the prisoner card.
Snapped!
The blown goblet fell to the ground and shattered.
Victor raised his paw to his forehead sadly.
"God... I still have a lot of things to tell him." The clown murmured.
at the same time.
Cui Zuojing was summoned unexpectedly. As soon as he opened his eyes from the dazzling light, he saw a comatose man leaning on a tree trunk in front of him, and he was covered in blood.
The tall boy knelt beside him and held one of his hands tightly. The black and gold prisoner card in the man's hand was burning brightly, but the flame was not hot.
The blood on his hands became burning raw materials. The young man looked at Cui Zuojing who was still trapped in the light, gritted his teeth, and drew a rune in the air with the man's hand.
Cui Zuojing suddenly widened his eyes.
It's a blood pact!
He secretly screamed bad, and immediately jumped up, knocking down the card in the man's hand—
But at this moment, the young man made his last stroke, and blood-colored lines emerged from the man's fingers across the air, shooting out two rays of light, which shot into Cui Zuojing and the man's chest respectively.
- The blood contract is completed.
Cui Zuojing groaned, and a wonderful sense of connection with the unconscious man immediately appeared in his heart, accompanied by unbearable pain, several deep grooves appeared on his right waist, shoulder and left leg. Corresponding to the heavy wound, the wound on the man's body miraculously eased, and the sword wound on his shoulder that almost split his back finally stopped bleeding.
Cui Zuojing finally couldn't help it, clutching the wound that appeared out of thin air, roaring and scolding: "Fuck!"
He was so angry that he almost lost all reason, rushed up and punched the boy in the face!
Cui Zuojing's speed was too fast, and the young man didn't react at all. He took a solid punch, and immediately screamed with a bloody nose. He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and tried to fight back.
Cui Zuojing ignored him and immediately grabbed the man's hand. The card seemed to stick to his hand, and he couldn't tear it off no matter how hard it was. Cui Zuojing picked up the knife that fell from the boy at his feet, and was about to forcibly separate the cards.
"No!" Upon seeing this, the young man immediately hugged Cui Zuojing's leg.
"Go away!" Cui Zuojing kicked him away, and the boy hugged him again, desperately blocking him, and shouting: "He will die!"
Cui Zuojing roared in a louder voice than him: "I don't care whether he dies or not, have you ever asked my opinion for a blood pact!"
When the two were fighting, the blood-stained eyelashes of the unconscious man twitched slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
A little golden light flashed by on the card, disappeared into his dark pupils, and disappeared.
As if being dominated by some inaudible order, Cui Zuojing and the boy stopped their fists together and looked at him.
The moment he met those eyes, Cui Zuojing was stunned, and then uncontrollably let go of the hand holding the collar of the young man. The impact of the blood pact was deeper than he imagined, and the idea from a man was extremely clear. It was introduced into Cui Zuojing's brain.
- Don't hurt him!
Cui Zuojing almost clenched one of his teeth, and stood stiffly for a while, finally unable to resist the constraints of the blood pact, and let go of his hand.
The young man immediately covered his throat and coughed violently, staggered a few steps against the tree, and stared at Cui Zuojing with horror and vigilance.
The man who was injured to death just now stood up slowly while holding the wound in his waist and abdomen. Seeing the strange young man with scars in front of him, he frowned and raised his left hand.
On the back of his hand, there is a prisoner's coat of arms representing the blood pact.
He understood everything in an instant, glanced at Dong Linhai after helping him sign the blood contract, his breath was still a little weak, and said to Cui Zuojing: "Sorry, the blood contract was signed with you because of the last resort. Linhai just wanted to save me."
Cui Zuojing looked at him coldly and did not speak.
The blood contract is the most closely related type of prisoner contract. Under the restriction of the blood contract, the damage suffered by the master will be transferred to the prisoner to a certain extent; in the case of paying a certain amount of limbs as a sacrifice, there are three orders to the prisoner. absolute command; and the prisoner cannot subjectively harm the master.
He will be tied to this man forever until the end of his life.
As soon as Cui Zuojing was summoned, he was forced to bear the man's injury, and he could imagine his unhappiness. But as of now, there is no way to recover.
He can only hope that the guy who signed the blood contract with him is a reliable guy.
"I was seriously injured. If I don't do this, I will die. I just want to live." The man coughed a few times while covering his mouth. The boy said, "My name is Dong Zheng, this is my younger brother Dong Linhai."
Cui Zuojing clasped his chest with both hands, expressionless, still did not speak.
The boy he summoned in front of him seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Dong Zheng looked down at the card in his hand, and slowly read out Cui Zuojing's prisoner's name: "Arabidopsis?"
Dong Linhai didn't understand what he was saying: "Ah?"
"A plant commonly used in genetics research." Dong Zheng explained to him in a low voice, he raised his eyes to look at Cui Zuojing, took a deep breath, and said, "Since this is the case, let's go with us, I will Treat you well."
Cui Zuojing suddenly smiled.
He himself is good-looking, and he looks like a sixteen-year-old. His smile is innocent and very confusing. When no one could react, he stepped forward and punched Dong Linhai in the stomach!
Linhai vomited a mouthful of sour water with a "wow" sound.
"I can't hurt you, but I can beat your brother to get angry. If it wasn't for him, how could I be here now?" Cui Zuojing smiled and said to Dong Zheng: "If you don't want your brother to be killed by me, don't use this. Talk to me in a commanding tone."
The air fell into a terrifying silence once again, and Dong Zheng clearly saw the madness and desperate cruelty brewing like a thunderstorm in the boy's eyes.
He suddenly understood that what Cui Zuojing said just now was not just a talk.
Unknown birds in the forest let out a mocking neigh. There was no wind, and it was so hot as if a rainstorm was coming, and even the chirping of insects could not be heard.
Dong Zheng grabbed Linhai, who was about to rush to fight with Cui Zuojing, and looked at Cui Zuojing for a long time before giving in first: "Okay, I won't talk to you in that tone anymore, thank you for helping me take it. Injury, the situation is critical now, it is better for us to leave here first."
Cui Zuojing took a deep breath and tried to calm the anger in his heart. The blood contract is not the most terrible, as long as this person is not a fool, if it goes well, maybe he can become his right-hand man.
He finally began to take a good look around, and with just a cursory glance, he determined the general type of monster box. There are many boxes in this forest copy, and the types are nothing more than puzzle solving and escape.
This forest looks like it is in the subtropics, with extremely lush trees and leaves, completely blocking the already dim moonlight. It was dark in the forest, and only the lanterns hanging from the tree trunks emitted a faint light, illuminating this small area.
The corpse of a crow at his feet had rotted into maggots, and the bloody aura of the three people attracted many blood-sucking insects. With the help of Lin Hai, Dong Zheng simply bandaged the wound, raised the bandage and asked Cui Zuojing, "Do you need help?"
The injuries that can kill people are spread evenly on the two of them, but they are not serious injuries. Cui Zuojing took the bandage and simply dealt with it, but it still made him extremely unhappy to help a stranger bear the pain for no reason.
Dong Zheng took off the lantern and looked down at the previously obtained map: "Leave here as soon as possible, something has been chasing us, it is very sensitive to light and sound, and it will be discovered soon."
"No." Cui Zuojing looked to the left, where there was the sound of grass being tossed. A few seconds later, a pair of eyes glowed scarlet at the end of the darkness.
"It's already chasing."