The dark and deep stone road seems to have no end.
Ye Ze supported the wall and walked slowly forward.
Impulsivity and anger will not solve any problems, they will only make things worse, and even make yourself the most useless one.
Originally, he followed Chang Nian and Li Liu around the Dry Bamboo Village, but did not find any extra wounded, and was about to go back to report. At this time, Chang Nian felt a little movement in the sky, looked up, and then his neck seemed to be immobilized. Stayed the same, froze.
Shocked, "Fuck me..."
Ye Ze was not interested in learning from him, nor was he in the mood to see what he saw. At that time, he was rubbing the ghost dragon jade with missing horns, thinking about troubles.
Li Liu raised his eyes and looked at it, and then let out an "ah" in shock, vaguely frightened. The surrounding air also began to swirl abnormally, as if everything started to fly upwards...
Fly up? !
Ye Ze came back to his senses, but before he looked up to see what was going on in the sky, the suction suddenly increased sharply, the sky turned dark for no reason, and the whole person was pulled up and flew by the wind. Just arrived at this dark place.
When he first came in, Chang Nian was still in the same place with him.
Although the two of them hate each other, in this dark place where they don't know where they are, they still walk hand in hand for the time being.
But without Li Liu's intermediate reconciliation, the relationship between the two can be imagined.
The final ending was very simple. The two of them, Chang Nian was somewhat restrained at first, but seeing Ye Ze occasionally rubbing against the jade with missing corners unconsciously, and then in a daze, they couldn't help but start mocking and insinuating.
At first, Ye Ze could bear it.
Chang Nian taunted all the way, until the two came to a fork in the road, Chang Nian wanted to go left, Ye Ze said to go right.
Facts have proved that the moment when the conflict erupts is often these trivial things that go left to right.
"If I say go to the left, go to the left! A little beggar with no father or mother!"
Jianfeng people basically have some background.
But Ye Ze didn't.
Ye Ze was born in Danfeng, so the fact that he is an orphan is basically a secret that everyone knows about in Jianfeng, not a secret.
It's just that although some people are ridiculing, Jianfeng's disciples still hold their own identities and won't say it in front of people, and as Ye Ze gets better and better, several thorn-headed disciples who ridicule him in person gradually don't know what's going on. There will be various unspeakable "little accidents", and after those "accidents" appear, gradually, no one will talk about him in person anymore. Although the popularity is still bad.
After speaking, Chang Nian vaguely felt that something was wrong.
But there is no reason to take back the water spilled out of what was said, so Chang Nian stared at him and said nothing.
Ye Ze, who had not spoken all the time, raised his head slightly, his dark eyes were vaguely calm, "I said, go to the right."
Chang Nian scratched his neck, "I said, go to the left!!"
What answered Chang Nian was Ye Ze's oncoming fist.
Chang Nian knew that he was wrong, and the two of them didn't even move their swords or swords.
There was not much speculation, and in the end, we simply went left and right, and each went his own way.
There is wind on the road on the right.
Taking back his thoughts, Ye Ze continued to walk forward.
The faint sound of the wind gradually intensified, and the light seemed to slowly light up in front of him.
Ye Ze's footsteps paused slightly, and then continued to move forward. Soon, he came to a place with wind and light.
In an instant, Ye Ze's eyes widened.
What attracted him at first sight was not the night pearl on the wall, nor the occasional breeze.
But a puppet, nailed to the wall by a sword... Or, a puppet
The puppet was dressed in a black cloak, with its head and limbs drooping, and a black veil hung down from the cloak, covering its face, but it could be seen from the pale wooden ankles under the worn-out cloak that had been eroded by a long period of time. The identity of the puppet.
And that long sword is simple and unadorned, with simple inscriptions tattooed on the sword body, the material is neither stone nor wood, with red sword spikes hanging behind the hilt, but it has been a long time, and the sword spikes also show a bit of dark color.
The sword passed straight through the chest, showing the ruthlessness of the attacker.
This should be... a puppet.
A puppet that hasn't been demonized yet.
Ye Ze looked around, it was a fairly empty place, there were vents, there was nothing dangerous, and of course, there was no exit.
His eyes couldn't help but return to the puppet, Ye Ze thought.
Some puppets from a hundred years ago had souls.
Ye Ze has read some miscellaneous unofficial histories about puppets. In order to live a few more years, some people ask puppet masters to put their souls in puppets and continue to live on the body of puppets.
But after ten years, the puppet will become demonized.
At this time, some puppets will choose to kill themselves, while others will be killed by others.
This may be the self-destruction of a puppet that is about to become demonized, or a knight who was stabbed to death by an enemy with a sword, or a vicious thug killed by a knight, but no matter whether it is grievance or right or wrong, it will be a hundred years later. It's worthless dust.
It's just that people die like lights go out.
Ye Ze thought of his parents who couldn't find the body now. After being silent for a long time, he walked over like a ghost and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
He murmured softly, "Rest in peace."
Whether it is right or wrong, right or wrong, hundreds of years have passed, no matter knights or villains, people or puppets, in the end, they should not be trapped by the fierceness of the sword. Hundred years have passed, you deserve to rest in peace.
And the moment he drew his sword!
In an instant, everything around them began to twist and become bizarre, as if the world would be turned upside down in the next second.
Snowing.
Continuous, deep snow.
A dazzling deep white, tragic, sad broken jade chaos Qiong.
It made the blood color even more vivid.
It was bright red and white.
Terribly bright.
This is a village, covered with snow and blood. Scattered, corpses wearing some ancient clothes, and demonized puppets that occasionally wandered around.
Those demonized puppets walked straight past him as if they couldn't see him.
Ye Ze raised his head blankly, the blood in front of him overlapped with those tragic memories, and for a moment, the tragic pain ran through his heart!
That kind of pain made him not even notice when the sword in his hand disappeared.
Ye Ze closed his eyes and staggered a few times. The weather was cold, and the blood in the ice and snow was even more dazzling. After a long time, his body seemed to freeze.
It seemed that the blood was not flowing.
He felt like he was about to die.
"My brother can't wait, but the souls of the more than 200 people who died in the Ye family will hate my brother's inability to do anything because of this?"
"I can't..." Ye Ze shook his head, regained his senses, calmed down for a while, and got up slowly.
No matter how painful it is, it's useless.
What he is carrying will not disappear because of his pain, nor can he escape from death.
He can't die...
Before he kills that man... he can't die!
He raised his hand, and suddenly realized that the sword that had been drawn from the puppet had disappeared.
Silent village, all dead.
lots of blood.
Warm, then icy in the snow.
Ye Ze walked out slowly, he didn't know where this purgatory-like place on earth was, and he didn't know where to go.
I just feel that he can't stay here, in this place, any longer.
Not even a minute.
On the snow, there are faint bloodstains and footprints, spreading in a twisting way, some are covered with new snow and cannot be seen clearly, while others are very clear.
In a strange way, Ye Ze stepped on the snow, one deep and one shallow, and slowly followed the bloodstain step by step, staggering, and walked outside the village in some embarrassment, and suddenly there was a chill.
He raised his head.
The sky and the earth were suddenly cold, the wind and snow were blowing, and in the white shadow, the back of the black cloak, holding the familiar sword that disappeared from his hand, and stiff in the snow, looked clear and a little cold.
The snow was so white that it was difficult to see, but the graceful bloodstains and footprints spread all the way behind the man in black.
The sword was dripping blood.
Ye Ze's mind was empty, and he slowly approached.
However, he suddenly discovered that there was another person opposite the man in black.
The man was wearing pale white clothes that seemed to melt into the snow, his cheeks were also white, and the black hair and the cloak of the man in black blended together, so far away, Ye Ze couldn't see it clearly.
He couldn't see the man in the black cloak with his back to him, but the man facing him was a beautiful woman in white.
The wind and snow were flying, blowing the two men's shirts and hunting.
It is an indescribable beauty, a charm that comes from the soul.
Like Xia Wuyin, she has cat-like eyes.
"Give me the sword." The woman in white said.
The man in the black cloak obediently handed her the sword.
He heard the man in the cape, soft and ethereal.
"...you, do you still believe me?"
Hearing this, the woman in white was silent for a while, and finally stepped forward and slowly hugged the man in black cloak.
very cold.
Ye Ze thought, but they looked... good.
very warm.
So, it should be... believe it.
But why is the man in white crying
Suddenly a "chi" sound was heard.
Ye Ze suddenly opened his eyes.
The blood-stained long sword suddenly penetrated the chest of the black cloak. The icy tip of the sword was not stained with blood, but in the wind and snow, it seemed too cold.
Ye Ze still walked forward without taking back his steps.
He saw the woman in white slowly lowered her beautiful red eyes, her slender eyelashes like butterfly wings, she embraced the man in black cloak, released her sword-holding hand, then slowly descended, and finally pulled out from the waist of the man in black cloak. A snow-white bone flute.
The bone flute was as pale as snow, the red knot at the end was entangled like blood, and fluttered in the hands of the woman Xuebaisu with the cold wind.
After she got the flute, she slowly took a step back, another step.
The man in the cloak stood there and seemed to be staring at her, not moving even though his chest was pierced by the cold sword.
A puppet has no blood and no tears.
It was just that it murmured, and asked the same thing again.
"… Do you believe me?"
Frost drifted away.
Ye Ze thought.
The sword on his chest is obviously the best answer.
Why even ask.
Obviously so sad.
"I don't believe it anymore." As if she couldn't bear to see it, the woman in white turned around with the flute in her hand, her back straight and indifferent, her voice soft and cruel, "I will never believe it again."
Going further and further away, until it disappears again.
And the puppet who was stabbed with a sword still stood quietly in the same place, did not move at all, staring at the back until the wind and frost were blinded and could no longer be seen.
I heard that puppets abandoned by their masters will be demonized.
Because the master did not give enough trust, he backlashed and became demonized.
Will this puppet be demonized too
Or... Enchanted
Ye Ze thought of the blood-washed villagers, and the blood-stained long sword held by the cloaked man before, and suddenly felt that he had lost his master's feelings. Maybe this puppet would attack his master
can you
What will be done
Ye Ze raised his head and looked at the back of the black cloak that stood motionless like a sculpture.
Because his family was killed by demonized puppets, he has also checked a lot of information in this regard over the years.
Senran's magic energy has begun to permeate.
"... Demonized?" Ye Ze was not sure.
No.
No, these devilish qi... are like the backlash of other puppets? Is this a leader
The leader who controls the master's thousands of puppets has been abandoned... So to what extent will the puppets who cannot accept the master's feelings backfire
Ye Ze was very uncertain.
But it felt cruel.
The wind and snow drifted away, and the abandoned puppet was in the wind and frost, carrying the magical energy of the sky that was backlashed by the puppet, and carefully squeezed out a willow leaf that was sealed by spiritual power from his arms, and blew it gently.
Melodious, and some brisk tunes sounded leisurely.
Pleasant, brisk, until the back, slowly sad.
more and more sad.
Gradually mixed with despair, confusion, fear.
Also, lonely.
The sky is getting darker, Ye Ze is watching, the moon is setting and the sun is rising, and the sky is once again lit up with fish belly white.
"Homecoming" never stopped.
The lingering sadness, the collapsed beliefs, and the snow all over the sky can't match the devastation.
Nobody knows.
This is what it learned, the first tune.
At that time, playing a song, that person would laugh very nicely.
Now, it's night and dawn, but no one cares anymore.