The tunnel was dark, and the small fish flew silently ahead, like stars suspended in the dark night. Fu Lan reached a fork in the road, and the front was in all directions, each leading to the unknowable darkness.
"Where shall we go?" the black cat asked.
Fu Lan frowned and shook his head silently.
"The vines grabbed Xiaoyin, and he must have gone to his old nest. But which way leads to his old nest?" The black cat was furious. Xiaoyin is just a Taoist priest with half a bucket of water, the vines are as thick as a python, and the body must be terrifyingly large. When Xiaoyin met it, he didn't know how long it would last.
"No, Xiaoyin may have broken free." Fu Lan said softly.
"why?"
Fu Lan touched the dust and scorched vine fragments on the ground, "This is talisman. He burned the vines with fire." Fu Lan squatted and took a few steps forward, picked up a piece of rag from the sand, and said: : "He went here."
Follow the rags all the way to a stalactite cave. There were many dilapidated coffins, and several of them had their lids opened. The small fish flew into the cave, which was empty except for stone tables, chairs and some cages. There is still the coffin left to check, but Qi Yin is not heartless, so he shouldn't lie in it, right? The black cat jumped on top of a coffin, patted the coffin lid, and shouted, "Wa'er, are you inside?"
No one answered, the black cat said: "It doesn't seem to be there."
At this moment, a coffin in front of him suddenly banged. The black cat was startled, its back shrugged, and all its fur stood up.
Fu Lan looked at the coffin and tilted her head slightly, "Xiao Yin?"
Could it be Xiao Yin? The black cat stared at the round green eyes, "Is he tired from walking? He didn't rest all night, and he was abducted by Nuluo the night before, and he didn't sleep well. After all, he is a mortal, and his physique is no better than ours. Dummy, Did you say he was sleeping in it?"
Fu Lan poked the coffin with the scabbard and asked, "Xiao Yin, are you sleeping?"
The cave was silent, only the breathing of himself and the black cat could be heard.
"If you're here, don't move." With a wave of Fu Lan's scabbard, the coffin lid swishly flipped up, swirled a few times in the air, kicked up the dusty dust, and then slammed to the ground.
There was a dark man curled up inside, and Fu Lan recognized it immediately. It was the black-haired monster.
Both Fu Lan and Hei Mao took a step back and looked at the guy in surprise. Two charred hands stretched out, resting on the edge of the coffin. The brittle and black thing on the hand was like the lacquer on the luotian tray, peeling off piece by piece, revealing the soft skin. He sat up, and his whole body came out of the patent leather little by little like a snake shedding its skin. He finally stood up and turned his head slowly, both Fu Lan and Hei Mao were stunned, their eyes shrunk almost as thin as the tip of a needle.
This person looks exactly like Fu Lan.
"Stupid..." The black cat murmured, "Do all your people look the same?"
He and Fu Lan looked at each other as if looking in a mirror. He stepped out of the coffin, tilted his head and looked at Fu Lan, his eyes full of inquiry. Fu Lan raised his right hand, he also raised his right hand, and the two equally slender and fair fingers pointed together. The black cat looked at this scene in shock, unable to understand what was happening in front of him. Wait, this black-haired monster just seemed to be shedding its skin, as if it was reshaping its flesh. Maybe he took a fancy to Dummy's handsome appearance, and he might have pinched his face to look like this.
When you think about it, it makes sense. The black cat turned his head to tell Fu Lan, but found that behind Fu Lan, in the gloomy darkness, countless ghostly eyes lit up.
"Stupid, watch out for your back!" the black cat roared.
But Fu Lan didn't move, he stood there, as if frozen, with a shadow covering his face.
"Kill him." As if a voice came from somewhere.
Only Fu Lan could hear this voice, like a secret whisper, coming from the abyss hidden in the bottom of my heart.
Fu Lan suddenly raised her head and drew her knife out of its sheath. An arc of meniscus knife light swept in front of him, and the guy who was exactly the same as Fu Lan was divided into two parts from the chest cavity. The blood spring water splashed out, and the fracture was smooth and neat. The person who completes this knife needs to have a very tricky angle and an extremely fast speed. The knife is like lightning piercing the sky and disappears in the blink of an eye.
"Reiterate our order to you, Fu Lan, find Qi Yin, and kill Wu Yuli. In any case, protect Qi Yin well, even if..."
Fu Lan spoke in a low voice, and her voice coincided with the gods hiding in the underworld.
"Smashed to pieces."
On Qianqiu Da Chun, Wu Yuli laughed and said: "Xiao Yin, I'm afraid I will disappoint you. Have you never questioned why Fu Lan was born with Wu Luo's secret method? Why do you know the taboos of the temple so well? "
"Didn't you teach it?" Qi Yin asked.
"Of course not, as early as hundreds of years ago, I lost control of this child." Wu Yuli said softly, "Xiao Yin, have you ever heard the whispers of the gods?"
Qi Yin's eyes narrowed.
"Looks like I know. Then did Fu Lan mention to you the voice in his heart?" Wu Yuli asked.
The voice in my heart... Qi Yin vaguely remembered that when he was in the Pill Furnace Hall, Fu Lan said that whenever he walked in the Bashan Temple, there would be a voice in his heart reminding him of the taboos that he must abide by. At that time, Qi Yin only thought that this might be another piece of Fu Lan's lost memory, or that he was simply a born god with such profound abilities. Could it be... Qi Yin's eyes trembled slightly, is this actually the whisper of a god
"The secret methods of Wuluo and the taboos of the temple must have been taught by the so-called great gods, but Fu Lan mistakenly confused the god's voice with his own. Did Zong Lan tell you that the god's whisper is very mysterious, it can To tamper with your will and not be noticed by you. Most of the dead servants in the fog of Bashan thought that it was their own wish to go to Bashan to go through fire and water." Wu Yuli turned the jade finger on his thumb and said leisurely, "But I think in addition to the secret magic of Wuluo and the taboos of the temple, the god must have a more important order for him. It is this order that makes him close to you, and makes him mistakenly think that he likes you."
"Instruction...?" Qi Yin asked with wide eyes and muttered.
"What kind of orders Zong Lan received, what kind of orders did your brother receive." Wu Yuli paused for a while, then smiled again, "You already know, don't you?"
Of course Qi Yin knew that Zong Lan's sad expression when he was pierced by the vine ghost hand was still etched in his mind. In order to escape the domination of the gods, the old man drilled two holes in his skull. But how is this possible? Qi Yin felt unbelievable, he couldn't understand at all, Fu Lan was with him, protecting him, and being his little brother wholeheartedly, is it all because of the whispers of the gods
"Don't believe it?" Wu Yuli said eloquently, "No matter how profound and mysterious the whispers of the gods are, they are nothing but a technique. Lan, he was swayed by whispers, but he vaguely kept a little bit of himself. Xiaoyin, does Fu Lan also have such clues? When he says he likes you, is there any other part of him that suggests his sincerity?"
Qi Yin clenched his fists hard, and something burst into his mind like a flash of lightning.
heartbeat. is the heartbeat. Fu Lan has never really moved for him!
Fake it, how is this possible? Qi Yin suddenly remembered Nuluo's meaningful smile on the side of the moon mirror, what she said at that time. Qi Yin thought hard, and the words gradually came to mind—
"Even if your little brother is smashed to pieces, he will keep you alive, right?"
Shattered to pieces, just like Zong Lan.
"Poor child," Wu Yuli said sympathetically, "Fu Lan has never had any emotions. You think he likes you and treats you as a younger brother, but that's just an order and an illusion imposed on him by the gods. Love you, protect you, It's just an order from the gods."
"Why?" Qi Yin couldn't believe it, "Why me? Did you spend so much effort just to protect a piece of shit like me?"
"I want to know too." Wu Yuli smiled, "It's not hard to guess if you think about it, probably because you are the child I chose. They probably think that since they can take Fu Lan from me, naturally It can also take you away. After all, the people in this world who don’t want my god to be reborn are the so-called gods. I’m here this time, firstly to get you, and secondly, to prove my guess about Fu Lan. "He stretched out his hand and caught a fluttering butterfly with his fingers. "Now, the guess has been confirmed."
As soon as Wu Yuli finished speaking, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared. The sword light behind him was surging, and his murderous aura was evident.
The vines were all smashed by the knife light, and countless vine ghosts twitched and retracted to the ground. The dust cleared, and Fu Lan stood in the distance with a dismal face, crawling out of the tunnel, with dead leaves and dust all over her body. He was expressionless, holding the bone-cutting knife, the slightly curved blade like a cold moon, shining in his hand. Behind him, countless pairs of green eyes flickered like lanterns.
God said: "Whoever moves the sky and changes luck, kill. Whoever turns life and death upside down, kill. Sinner Wu Yuli, kill!"
Fu Lan raised her eyes, and Gu Han's killing intent flashed in her eyes.
"kill."
The light of the sword swept through thousands of vines, like a desolate tide pouring into the toon wood forest. In the vortex-like arc of light, Fu Lan pointed straight at Wu Yuli above him like a fierce knife. Everything in front of him was torn apart, the knotted tree roots, the trembling vines, and even the ethereal wind! The knife light passed, and the murderous aura was like a mountain. He is the most vicious killer in the world, he has no heart or affection, and the master who holds him is the god of the heavens.
"You killed your 'brother', boy." Wu Yuli jumped back and jumped on the vine, dodging Fu Lan's slash with ease. "I wanted him to stop you, but it seems that there is still a lack of enthusiasm."
Qi Yin watched this scene in shock, those eyes were like ghosts following Fu Lan closely, not leaving an inch. Qi Yin felt very tired, and the strength all over his body evaporated like smoke. What the hell is this? These gods and goddesses felt that it was pitiful for him to be alone without a father or mother, so they found a handsome little brother who could play and cook for him, and played house games with him
His head was in a mess, and for a while, he wanted to Fu Lan squatting in front of the stove with an apron and chirping to make a fire. Because of his fondness for sweet food, Fu Lan now frys cabbage with sugar. After a while, I wanted to take Fu Lanyu with a bone-cutting knife and take him to fly in the night sky, the sky is full of stars and the wind is in the sky, he sits behind the cat and thinks that such a day is really good, I really want the destination will never be reached, the sun will never be It will rise, and then they can fly and fly until they die.
How could such a good brother be fake? He clearly said that he likes Qi Yin, Xiao Yin the most, and the older brother always loves the younger brother, he always said that. But he actually doesn't know what he likes at all, just because the god told him that you want to protect this stray dog, so even if he is wiped out, he will block his broken body in front of it.
Qi Yin's heart hurts a lot, as if being strangled by a hand. His older brother, this big boy with pupils like autumn water, turned out to be just a piece of chess in the hands of a god. He was ruthlessly created by a mad witch, and ruthlessly dominated by the gods in the sky. His life is a book of words written a long time ago, fighting for Qi Yin, a little trash who can't read scriptures and can't practice swords well, until one day he dies tragically like Zong Lan.
"It's cruel, isn't it?" Wu Yuli fell lightly, like a pitch-black butterfly perched on the treetops. In front of him, countless wild python-like vines rose from the ground and rushed towards Fu Lan. Yingdie flew up and down around Wu Yuli, and he stood in the middle with his hands tucked, and said in a manic voice, "This is the gods of the gods, and all spirits are like ants to giant elephants. If an elephant wants to walk, how can it care about stepping on its feet? How many ants died? They never cared about the fate of all living beings. Except for my god, my god is the god closest to mortal spirits in the world. Like all gods, he was born in nothingness and chaos, but he put his ears to mortal spirits. Lips. He listened to the wishes of all beings and gave them merciful mercy. But the gods killed him without mercy."
"So you want revenge?" Qi Yin asked hoarsely.
"Vengeance?" Wu Yuli laughed in a low voice, "You can say that, but I have more important things to do. Xiaoyin, come with me, your so-called brother is just a thread with no emotions. Puppet, do you still want to continue playing this meaningless game?"
The black cat crawled out of the hole with difficulty, and as soon as he probed the knife light, it swiped over the tip of his ear. It broke out in a cold sweat and had to shrink back again. He stretched out his eyes a little and saw Qi Yin standing in the shadow of Dachun, the sun was far away from him, the shadow was like a fence around him, he stayed there alone, as if there were thousands of rains hitting his head, Like a wild dog that has lost its home and has nowhere to shelter from the rain.
The gravel under Qianqiu Dachun wandered around, countless vines rushed towards Fu Lan, and then froze into icicles at the moment when they were about to get close, and were smashed by the knife light. There is almost no gap in Fu Lan's blade stance, and nothing can break through the snow-like blade net. The vines were intertwined and knotted together, holding Wu Yuli up. There were broken vines all over the ground, and the broken interface revealed dark green flesh, but the corners of his clothes were spotless. At the same time, Fu Lan approached Wu Yuli at an astonishing speed, a black figure flashed moment by moment, and it was almost impossible for the naked eye to capture his position, only a hazy phantom could be seen.
Fu Lan's eyes were so dark that there was no light, and the big, black pupils lost the tranquility of the past, leaving only the murderous intent. The gods whispered in his ears, and all the voices overlapped, converging into an irresistible command: "Kill!"
At this moment, he heard the wind like a cracked silk. It was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air, sharp enough to penetrate the head. He instinctively tilted his head, Gui Mei brushed past him, the frost condensed the air, and his ears felt a biting chill. The sword light pierced directly into the countless eyes floating behind him, he turned his eyes and saw Qi Yin.
Spiritual power surged in the blood, and every inch of the forcibly expanded meridians screamed in pain. Qi Yin used Qi Lingshu's method to deal with his father, to strengthen the meridians and expand the spiritual power. Only in this way can he block Fu Lan's knife. It's just that he is not as crazy as Qi Lingshu, and the stretching of the meridians is still within his tolerance.
But it was really painful. Every step I took was like stepping on the tip of a knife. He tried his best to avoid Fu Lan's knife net, stepped over the sticky vines and blood, and walked to Fu Lan. His wheat-colored face was scratched with delicate wounds by the knife wind, and his lips were red with blood. With trembling blood-stained hands, he held Fu Lan's face.
Fu Lan stared at him blankly, remembering this boy in a trance. When he laughed, the sun smashed into his eyes, but when he didn't smile, he seemed to hide the lonely and decaying snow in his eyes.
"Brother..." Fu Lan called softly.
"Brother," Qi Yin covered his ears, "don't listen, don't listen to a word!"
Fu Lan's ancient mirror-like eyes were dark, and the shadow of Qi Yin's tears was reflected in it.
"I don't need your protection, I don't need you to fight for me! Brother, you idiot, how come you can't even tell if it's your own voice?" Qi Yin hugged him tightly. Gui Mei replaced the bone cutter to weave a splendid sword net, flying and circling around them. He faced those bright eyes and used all his strength to roar: "You bastards, whether you are gods or demons. , whether it's a demon or a fairy, leave it to me! Stay away from my brother!"