The waning moon is like a hook, and the jackdaw makes a mournful sound.
In the forbidden room where the Qing Yunzong never saw the light of day, the smell of blood was so strong that it was disgusting.
Eighteen long nails penetrated the man's limbs, chest and abdomen, and nailed his thin body to the stone wall. The blood on his body had been dripping for several days, and it had condensed from bright red to dark brown.
Pain usurped his consciousness, and he lowered his head slightly in a dazed way. The dazzling face in the past was now bloodless, only a red teardrop on the left eye, which still set off a bit of dejected beauty.
Like a flower that blooms to the extreme and will be destroyed to wither.
The sound of the door being pushed open was very clear in the silence.
"Master." Yan Jin walked slowly to him, and sneered with a cold expression, "Can you bear the taste of a thousand cuts?"
The man on the wall listened to his words. His breathing was barely audible, and only the slight heaving of his chest signaled that his life was not over.
- But soon.
Yan Jin sank his brows, his slender fingers pinched the delicately curved chin of the man in front of him, and with a little force, he forced the man to raise his head.
A white brocade ribbon with flowing cloud pattern adorned with a small warm white jade was tied around Yan Jin's wrist and swayed gently with his movements. He said indifferently: "This pain is a repayment for the spiritual root that Master has given me."
I don't know which word alarmed the dying man in front of him. His long eyelashes trembled lightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. A broken breath came out between his parched lips, "Yan... Yan..."
There was a strong rust smell in his mouth, he coughed, scarlet blood spilled from his lips, and the blood-moistened throat finally hoarsely called out a name: "Yan Jin..."
Only a vague shadow could be seen in front of him, the man simply closed his eyes again, twitched the corners of his lips, and suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Are you going to kill me? You will regret it..."
He gasped and murmured, "You killed him... you're going to kill him..."
This statement is out of whack. Yan Jin's expression became colder and colder, and he moved his hand to the fragile neck and squeezed it tightly without hesitation.
"what!"
The person who was woken up from the coma suddenly opened his eyes wide, blank and unfamiliar flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and then he probably realized the current situation, and immediately collapsed and struggled, his pale lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something. what-
But the blood-soaked spikes held him firmly, and Yan Jin didn't want to listen to him anymore.
The sound of bones shattering and shattering reflected the astonishment in his eyes that had no time to dissipate.
The dust has settled.
…
pain!
It was as if someone had slashed the skin and flesh with cramps, the pain spread from the depths of the bones, and the soul trembled with pain, but his mind was sober, sober to the point of despair.
Shen Zhixian struggled in the nightmare, his fair and slender fingers tugged at the quilt, trembling like a convulsion, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and let out a tired sigh of relief.
... finally woke up.
Didn't you just read this novel before going to bed? Isn't it the cannon fodder master who was killed by his apprentice in the novel and has the same name as him! As for having such a nightmare of being nailed to the wall with thousands of cuts and then being strangled to death!
Shen Zhixian leaned on the bed with his elbows and turned over to sit up, but was suddenly stunned.
and many more.
wrong.
His body was still aching, and another neglected memory roared and froze him in place - he did read this novel, yes, but he read it all night, and didn't sleep at all, where did the nightmare come from? what!
It was an immortal cultivator novel that was written extremely well in the early stage but had an unfinished ending.
The protagonist Yan Jin is a genius of immortal cultivation with spiritual roots. However, in this kind of text, the protagonist's childhood is usually miserable and pitiful enough to deceive readers into tears.
Yan Jin is no exception, but after experiencing the ordeal of being framed by his peers, being hated by his master, and having his spiritual roots cut off, he was completely blackened into a demon, and he killed everyone who had hurt him with his backhand. Wan Qianhou was also strangled to death.
Immediately after the author's very abrupt few words-Yan Jin learned the truth of a certain matter not long after his master died, and the person who was already blackened to the point of distorted mind went completely crazy, and committed suicide on a certain night-End of the full text- Even the truth is that nothing is written.
Shen Zhixian saw the final result all night and saw such an indescribable ending, and he suffocated as if he had eaten a piece of shit.
After thinking about forgetting it and sending a box of blades to the author, Shen Zhixian decided to go downstairs and buy a breakfast to calm down, only to find that the elevator was broken when he went out, so he had to go down the stairs. —
But he forgot that he had low blood sugar. He had not slept all night and his stomach was empty. He felt dizzy before his eyes.
It was long past work hours, and no one passed by in the silent corridor.
Shen Zhixian knocked hard this time, sticky blood flowed down, wet his shirt, and the smell of blood was pungent. He was in a dizzy state, and he didn't know if he had called out for help. It's like being ripped off by cramps.
His eyes were slack for a moment, and he was in a bloody confusion, as if someone was standing in front of him and strangled his throat—
Shen Zhixian gasped in a hurry, unable to utter a word, maybe it was the last trace of clarity before dying, but he vaguely saw the person in front of him...
Has a pair of cold red eyes.
Memories end.
- What the hell.
Shen Zhixian swallowed, choked his throat, Chi Tong, how could he only think of the scene in the original book where Yan Jin killed his master? !
Because of the same name as the cannon fodder, he paid special attention to "Shen Zhixian" in the book, and also read the paragraph where he died.
Long nails locked the body, slashed with thousands of knives, and the throat was cut off.
Shen Zhixian pursed his lips and fell to the ground, and staggered to the bronze mirror not far away. After a glance, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and he suddenly felt that he was still dead.
The young man in the mirror looks both familiar and unfamiliar.
Familiar because this face is similar to the face he has seen for more than 20 years in his memory, unfamiliar because... What is this tear mole! Why do you have a tear mole right now!
Coupled with his pale and handsome face, there is a sense of dejected and tired beauty for no reason.
Shen Zhixian froze his neck and watched for a long time, until some intermittent and vague memories silently squeezed into his mind, and finally closed his eyes in dejection, accepting the fact that "he wore a book" and became a cannon fodder .
He was depressed for a moment, sighed deeply, and prepared to go back to the couch and think about life for a while.
In the original book, it was said that "Shen Zhixian" has a good foundation and is a good material for immortal cultivation. He was also the next ruler of Qing Yunzong, but after returning from an injury from a certain experience, he felt more guilty from time to time. disease.
Later, it was difficult for him to grow in the cultivation of immortals, and he could not even use his spiritual power for a long time. In the end, the position of suzerain could only fall on one of his senior brothers, and he took the second place and assumed the name of an elder, but what? Don't care.
Shen Zhixian leaned on the edge of the couch and thought about it carefully, but he didn't even remember what happened to cause such a serious heart disease... Maybe he had just passed through, and his memory had not yet been properly integrated.
Shen Zhixian was thinking about it, and the knock on the door made his heart skip a beat. Before he could ask who it was, the door was pushed open.
- His status in Qing Yunzong is not so low that without his consent, others can enter and leave his room at will, right? !
Shen Zhixian was still complaining in his heart, as soon as he looked up, he saw someone coming, and immediately put out the fire, well, this person has some power and discretion.
The gentle and elegant man wore a simple light blue robe with a jade pendant representing the identity of the suzerain on his waist, and pushed the door calmly.
He probably didn't expect Shen Zhixian to be awake. The two of them looked at each other for a moment. Shen Zhixian saw a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he showed a relieved smile: "Junior brother is awake?"
Isn't this nonsense. If he is not awake, he is sleepwalking with his eyes open.
Shen Zhixian responded lightly, but didn't get up—he had not yet fully integrated the memory of his original body, and some of his memories were still vague, such as why he had a sudden heart attack and fainted this time.
However, some things are very instinctive, such as his attitude towards Song Ming, the person in front of him, the current ruler of Qing Yunzong.
Not hot or cold, not salty or bland.
In fact, it is understandable, after all, the son of Sect Master Qingyun should be the original body. In the eyes of Yuan Shen, Song Ming probably missed it by good luck.
Song Ming seemed to be quite used to his attitude. He only smiled softly, like a good senior brother who indulged his younger brother's temper: "I will handle the matter of the Tibetan sword pavilion. The junior brother relaxes and doesn't have to blame himself for it."
He comforted him a few more words, but Shen Zhixian didn't know what happened before and couldn't hear it clearly, so he was afraid that the more he talked, the more flaws he would reveal, so he could only vaguely answer a few words, and then acted like he was sleepy and lazy.
Song Ming stopped, looked at him after a while and said warmly, "Since you're sleepy, then Senior Brother will go first. Your little apprentice is still waiting outside, I'll let him come in and wait for you to rest."
- Little apprentice.
Shen Zhixian's first reaction was to think of Yan Jin, the pair of red pupils flashed in his mind, he felt that his whole body began to ache again, and he almost refused.
However, as soon as he looked up and saw Song Ming's dark and deep eyes, Shen Zhixian felt his heart skip a beat for some reason, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he swallowed the words again, and only made a light "um".
The light blue figure walked away slowly, and after a while, someone came in with half of his head in the half-open door and shouted, "Master."