The spiral staircase was very long, as if it had no end.
Zhou Jiayu's body was very cold and tired. As long as he thought that he could save Lin Zhushui from the high platform immediately, his steps became lighter.
"When I go up, I will be able to rescue Mr. Zhou." Zhou Jiayu was talking to Jiba, "We will be able to go back in a while..."
Jiba didn't speak, and looked at Zhou Jiayu quietly, the emotions in his eyes were complicated and he couldn't see clearly.
Zhou Jiayu didn't know how long he had been crawling, but when he felt that his feet were a little stiff, he finally saw a light appear in front of him again.
The light was not bright, but it was enough for Zhou Jiayu to see the scene in front of him clearly. He seemed to have reached the topmost platform. The platform was not too big, only enough for four or five people to stand on. The edge was surrounded by a wooden fence, so that there was no fear of falling off the edge.
In the center of the platform, there is a raised disc. After Zhou Jiayu walked in, he found that the pattern of Qinglian was engraved on the disc. This pattern Zhou Jiayu is very familiar, it seems to be the same type as the tattoo that Lin Zhushui tattooed on his waist. Zhou Jiayu remembered that Lin Zhushui said that in Buddhism, the lotus flower has the meaning of reincarnation, which means the transition between life and death.
In the center of the disc, there is a depression the size of a fist. Zhou Jiayu studied it for a while, and then determined that this depression should be the place where Meng Yangtian said that the extremely yin thing was placed.
Sacrificial Eight Road: "Zhou Jiayu, what extremely yin thing is there around you?"
Zhou Jiayu laughed and pointed at himself: "Is there anything heavier than my yin here?"
Ji Bayi was stunned, and randomly thought of what Zhou Jiayu wanted to do, he said, "But..."
"There is no but." Zhou Jiayu said, "If I really want to die, I would rather choose this method of death."
What Lin Zhushui saw about his future was too terrifying, Zhou Jiayu couldn't imagine what kind of pain would wipe out his love for Lin Zhushui, and even say such hurtful words.
"Okay." Jiba didn't persuade anymore.
Already ready, Zhou Jiayu took out the dagger he had prepared as a weapon before, and without hesitation, slashed his arm with a knife. The knife fell from the hand, and blood spurted out, flowing into the circle in the center along the lines of the disc. With the flow of blood, the dark lines on the disc gradually revealed, which were clusters of flames, surrounding the lotus. These lotus flowers are even more lifelike against the background of blood, like flowers blooming in the fire of karma, glamorous and swaying with a vibrant atmosphere.
"Boom!" The loud sound of the stone moving came up from under the platform. Zhou Jiayu put his head out of the high platform and saw that the lotus platform on which Lin Zhushui was lying was slowly rising. It was obvious that he had made a move. effect.
"Sure enough." Zhou Jiayu said happily, "Mr. will be able to leave there soon..."
Jiba said: "But the lotus platform is so far away from the nearest platform. How much do you need to put blood into it like this?"
Zhou Jiayu can only say: "Put as many as you want."
Jiba slowly squatted on the turtle shell under him, his expression showing a little melancholy, how long Zhou Jiayu had been reborn, how long it had been with Zhou Jiayu, at this time he saw that Zhou Jiayu's vitality was gradually losing, It's a little unbearable.
"So Jiba, why do you want to resurrect me?" If Zhou Jiayu couldn't see that there was a problem with Jiba now, he would be really stupid. On the notebook that could have seen the future, it would be printed with Jiba and Jiba. The exact same three-legged golden crow, and Zhou Jiayu was also resurrected by the eighth sacrifice, no matter how thought the bird in his mind couldn't be an ordinary mascot.
"Because Lin Zhushui has to live." Jiba said, "I need his strength."
Zhou Jiayu said, "What's your relationship with that notebook?"
Jiba was silent for a moment, but still gave Zhou Jiayu the answer, but the answer was a bit ambiguous: "This is a game between me and the Tao of Heaven."
Zhou Jiayu wanted to ask again, but Jiba didn't want to say any more.
Blood continued to flow out from Zhou Jiayu's body, and the wound on his arm gradually solidified. Zhou Jiayu gritted his teeth and slashed his wrist again. The slash was so ruthless that the bones were directly exposed. Zhou Jiayu made a hissing gasp, and his brows also frowned.
The huge stone platform continued to rise, but the speed was a little slow. Zhou Jiayu felt pain and blood loss, his body began to become weak, and he couldn't even stand up. He could only kneel on the ground and put his body against the lotus stone. Plate, put your hand in the center of the stone plate, and let the blood continue to flow down the stone plate.
"It's so cold." Zhou Jiayu's lips turned white, and he couldn't help muttering, "It's so cold."
Jiba couldn't bear to look at it, and he said in a low voice, "Zhou Jiayu, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry." Zhou Jiayu said, "I was already a dead person... If you were able to resurrect me, I already took advantage of it. Now that I can use my life to save Mr. "..." He looked through the wooden fence and looked at Lin Zhushui in the lava, "I'm just a little unwilling, unwilling to be able to be with Mr...."
Jiba suddenly started to sob, tears falling down its eyes one by one, hitting the turtle shell under it: "I don't want this either, Zhou Jiayu, I don't want this either."
Zhou Jiayu didn't have the strength to appease Jiba, and he even felt that the simple action of breathing became a little difficult. The stone platform is still rising, but it is still some distance away from completely escaping from the range mentioned by Meng Yangtian.
"No, I don't have that much blood anymore." Zhou Jiayu said with difficulty, "What should I do..."
Jiba was speechless, tears soaked through its feathers, making it look extraordinarily embarrassed.
Zhou Jiayu looked at his arm, and suddenly thought of something: "Apart from blood... can anything else be okay?" He cut a bit of his hair with a knife and threw it into the lotus plate, but the stone platform below There was no change, no movement.
"Hair is not good?" Zhou Jiayu said, "So... what about meat?"
Ji Ba suddenly widened his eyes and watched as Zhou Jiayu gritted his teeth and slashed a piece of flesh from his arm. His movements were so decisive that it seemed that he could not feel the pain of the sharp blade cutting through his body at all.
"Zhou Jiayu—" Jiba screamed.
Zhou Jiayu laughed: "It's moving."
It did move. The lotus platform, which had been rising very slowly, suddenly accelerated. Zhou Jiayu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but saw that the magma under Lin Zhushui was churning up, and there was a rush of water rising up. trend. The temperature in this narrow space suddenly became very high, Zhou Jiayu reacted immediately, and the time limit that Meng Yangtian said seemed to be coming soon.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Jiayu gritted his teeth the next moment, and slashed the dagger towards his arm again.
Another piece of flesh and blood fell to the ground. Zhou Jiayu's arm had already seen bones. He was trembling in pain, his head was covered in cold sweat, but the hand holding the dagger never trembled.
"Fuck, it really hurts." Zhou Jiayu scolded weakly, "Before you come up, you should have chopped up Meng Yangtian's shit." Lin Zhushui definitely wouldn't lie down there for no reason. Gaotai, nine times out of ten, Meng Yangtian did it.
Jiba shook his body in Zhou Jiayu's mind, the tears in his small black eyes never stopped, and he didn't know how a bird could have such developed lacrimal glands.
The platform had risen by two-thirds, and the distance from the platform was getting closer and closer. Zhou Jiayu was in severe pain, so he bit his lower lip, and before he knew it, he had already bit his lower lip. Bloody.
In order to distract himself, Zhou Jiayu could only chat with Jiba, but the content of the chat made Jiba's tears even more fierce, Zhou Jiayu said, "I'm afraid I'm going to die here today. Before leaving, do you have to leave something for Mr.
Although he spoke in a joking tone, Jiba and Zhou Jiayu knew in their hearts that this might not be a joke anymore.
Jiba buried his head in the feathers, shook his small body and continued to cry, unable to answer Zhou Jiayu's words.
Zhou Jiayu thought about it for a while, and suddenly dipped a little blood on the fingers of his right hand, carefully drew a peach heart on the ground, then drew a simple fish on the left of the peach heart, and wrote a letter on the right. Water word. In fact, he also wanted to write the word love seriously, but unfortunately the strokes of this word are really complicated, Zhou Jiayu's hands kept shaking, and he couldn't write it clearly in a short time.
The word love is inherently complicated, and Zhou Jiayu feels that he may only understand it once in his life.
However, although it is a simple painting and text, he must be able to convey his feelings to Lin Zhushui. Thinking of this, Zhou Jiayu felt satisfied.
The stone platform is still rising, but Zhou Jiayu's consciousness is getting more and more blurred. He is lying on the stone platform, his body is like a rusted machine, and it is more and more difficult to move.
When his consciousness began to blur, Zhou Jiayu knew that his time was running out.
It is said that when people die, there will be a marquee in their minds, but Zhou Jiayu didn't see anything at that time. He was too tired. In order to raise the platform as soon as possible, he almost cut his arms to bones.
But in order to confirm Lin Zhushui's safety, Zhou Jiayu resisted and did not fall asleep. He raised his eyes with difficulty, watching Lin Zhushui getting closer and closer to him...
At this time, they were far apart, and Zhou Jiayu couldn't even see Lin Zhushui's face clearly, which was probably the only regret when Zhou Jiayu left.
However, just when Zhou Jiayu's consciousness was about to dissipate, his body felt a scorching temperature that he had never felt before, and the temperature rose slowly from the bottom. Zhou Jiayu thought it was the temperature of the magma at first, but after looking down, he found that the temperature came from Lin Zhushui's body.
Lin Zhushui burst into flames. The flames on his body turned into something like flowing water at this time, emerging from his body continuously, and then flowing down the platform.
Zhou Jiayu was taken aback by this scene. He staggered and climbed out of the platform for a further distance, and looked at Lin Zhushui with the last of his strength: "Sir—" Although he tried his best, the sound of Mr. It was still as thin as the sound of mosquitoes, unable to wake Lin Zhushui up at all.
"Sir..." Through the air distorted by the flames, Zhou Jiayu gently stroked Lin Zhushui's outline with his fingers, his eyes were full of reluctance and attachment, and there was still the pain that was forcibly suppressed in the depths.
When life and death were really coming, Zhou Jiayu realized that he was not as free and easy as he imagined.
He was reluctant, reluctant to leave Lin Zhushui, reluctant to leave everyone.
Lin Zhushui is such a picky eater, if he left, would he not like to eat anything like before. Xiao Zhi hasn't grown up yet, if he leaves, will he cry heartbroken. He hadn't seen Lin Jue and Xiao Jin together, hadn't seen Shen Yiqiong fall in love, hadn't seen much of the future.
Zhou Jiayu's head slowly dropped, and those two voices exhausted his last strength.
Meng Yangtian's sharp laughter sounded, he didn't know when he woke up from the coma, and he saw the scene in front of him.
He laughed wildly, but there were tears in his eyes, and his ecstatic expression was so hideous that people couldn't tell what his emotions were for a while.
Meng Yangtian rushed to Lin Zhushui's side and put the notebook in his hand on Lin Zhushui's body.
When the notebook came into contact with the flames flowing from Lin Zhushui's body, it was gradually ignited. Although it was burning very slowly, it was indeed burning. From the pages inside the book cover, there were traces of charred black.
"Hahaha it's burning up, it's burning up—" Meng Yangtian laughed wildly, and slammed his hands on the ground heavily. Because of the excessive force, his skin was quickly smashed into blood, but he still couldn't feel it." Goodbye, goodbye..." He turned his head and looked at the charred corpse standing behind him.
I saw the scorched corpses that were twisting their bodies, and their movements began to become slow. Their bodies were actually sand sculptures eroded by the wind, and clusters of black ashes fell from their bodies, smearing black marks on the ground.
"Dust to dust, dirt to dirt..." Meng Yangtian's voice lowered, he sat on the ground and watched the charred corpses behind him turn to ashes - everything was finally over.
The Meng family's nightmare came from the notebook behind him. At this time, the notebook was burnt to ashes by the fire of the sun in Lin Zhushui's body, and the terrifying reincarnation finally came to an end.
Back then, when the Meng family was at its peak, some clansmen found this notebook that could understand the future, and saw the future of the Meng family.
It is recorded that the entire Meng family died at the stake, and this future filled the clan with a sense of anxiety.
But fortunately, the notebook also recorded something else - the formation of resurrection.
Meng Yangtian lay on the ground and let his eyes go blank. His father, who was removed from the Meng family by accident, became the last survivor and gave birth to him.
Father Meng already knew about the existence of the notebook at that time, so after the disaster subsided, he hurried to Meng's house and found the notebook.
The notebook was found, but Meng's father was gone. The last thing he did was to send the notebook to Meng Yangtian, asking Meng Yangtian to revive the clansmen according to the above array—
Meng Yangtian thought of this and covered his face with his hands. He is also a genius, so after several years of research, he successfully activated the formation.
After paying a heavy price, he did indeed resurrect the Meng clan - in another twisted state.
They can indeed walk and move like living people, but they remain charred corpses, and they will never die again.
Meng Yangtian even tried to chop them into several pieces, but as long as the next day, they would return to their original appearance. This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is that these people actually have some vague consciousness, Meng Yangtian dare not imagine, if someone resurrects him, and he finds himself like this after resurrection, and can't To die again, what kind of despair would I be.
Meng Yangtian, who understood this fact, finally realized that this formation might not be used to resurrect, but to curse.
It seems that only the enemy can do it to make the dead look like this.
So Meng Yangtian began to try to remedy it. He wanted to destroy the notebook directly, but to destroy the notebook, he had to use Lin Zhushui and Zhou Jiayu... Both are indispensable.
"Hahaha, haha." Meng Yangtian cried, "Thank you, thank you..." He didn't know who he was thanking.
Zhou Jiayu also vaguely heard Meng Yangtian's voice, but he was unable to think.
He was lying on the edge of the fence, and his mindless eyes were still on Lin Zhushui. In fact, his eyes were no longer able to focus, and he could only see a blurred scene. The lava is slowly rising, and the air is getting hotter and hotter.
When Zhou Jiayu was dying, he heard a crisp chirping of birds. This voice was long and gentle, Zhou Jiayu had never heard it before.
It was about a flashback, Zhou Jiayu's spirit suddenly improved, and he clearly felt that something was pulled out of his body.
There was another tactful bird song - Zhou Jiayu raised his head and saw a big fiery red bird appearing in front of him.
Although the bird was covered in black feathers, a dazzling flame was burning on its body, and the flames illuminated the entire narrow cave. It has a proud demeanor, and the expression in its black eyes is contempt for all living beings.
This big bird is completely different from the image of Sacrificial Eight in Zhou Jia's mind. Zhou Jiayu recognized it at a glance, because he saw that the bird had three bright yellow claws. Holding a tiny turtle shell.
"Zhou Jiayu." A voice sounded, which was different from the tone of Jibacuishengsheng, which was full of majesty, "Thank you."
Zhou Jiayu couldn't move or speak. He lost too much blood, and his lips showed a bleak white color. Under the light of the fire, his whole body seemed to disappear.
Zhou Jiayu heard the sound of something shattering again. The sound was very crisp and had a very subtle melody, which made Zhou Jiayu inexplicably think of a word... destiny.
The notebook placed in front of Lin Zhushui was about to burn out, and it was the source of the sound. In the originally closed cave, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the wind whistled like a roar.
"Presumptuous!" Jiba shouted angrily.
The wind stopped instantly.
Jiba said: "Go away, I have regained my power, do you still dare to attack him?"
The air fell into a strange silence. Zhou Jiayu saw Jiba stopped in front of him. He twitched his lips and said something so low that he could barely hear it.
Jiba stared into his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry, I can't save you."
The only light left in Zhou Jiayu's eyes dimmed, he no longer had the strength, Jiba seemed to say something to him, but Zhou Jiayu couldn't hear it clearly.
He closed his eyes and fell into a long sleep.
After staring at Zhou Jiayu for a moment, the big bird waved his wings slowly, his figure gradually faded, and he disappeared from here.
Meng Yangtian sat on the spot with a blank expression, like a puppet that had lost all motivation.
Lin Zhushui's eyes moved slightly on the lotus platform, and then he slowly opened his eyes. At this time, there was no more red in those eyes, only a black as deep as night.
Lin Zhushui stood up, he vaguely sensed something, and looked upwards - vision that was not available on weekdays played a crucial role at this time, Lin Zhushui saw the top of his head and lowered his head. People outside the platform.
It was a familiar face to him. Although he had not seen it a few times, it was already deeply imprinted in his mind.
"Zhou Jiayu..." Lin Zhushui felt something, he opened his mouth, and panic was in his voice, "Zhou Jiayu—"
After a quick run, Lin Zhushui stepped onto the revolving stairs, like ascending a high tower.
Above the tower, hides his treasures.
"Zhou Jiayu—" Lin Zhushui's voice became more and more urgent. He finally reached his destination and saw everything in front of him.
There was blood everywhere on the platform. Zhou Jiayu was lying on the ground and put his head out, as if trying to see below, there was a huge lotus platform beside him, and a thick layer of plasma was attached to the lotus platform— Lin Zhushui just glanced at it and instantly understood what was going on here.
He staggered a few steps under his feet, but he felt that his footsteps were so heavy that he couldn't move any further.
"Zhou Jiayu." Lin Zhushui's voice was hoarse and helpless. He didn't understand why when he woke up, things had changed to this point.
He missed the most important plot and missed the most important occasion.
Lin Zhushui finally walked to Zhou Jiayu's side. He slowly knelt on the ground, turned Zhou Jiayu's body over, and saw his left hand, which had turned into a bone.
Lin Zhushui was dizzy for a while, until before he died, Zhou Jiayu was holding a dagger in his right hand, and the dagger was stained with shards of flesh and blood.
"Zhou Jiayu..." Lin Zhushui's hand touched the pulse on Zhou Jiayu's neck, and there was no more fluctuation there.
Lin Zhushui slowly bent down and put his head on Zhou Jiayu's body. Then, he saw the font written in blood on Zhou Jiayu's side, there was a peach heart, a fish, and the word water.
However, most of the fish had already been smeared with blood, and it was almost impossible to see what it had just drawn.
Lin Zhushui hugged Zhou Jiayu, and had an urge to jump straight from here with him.
But he finally held back, because he knew that his life was bought by Zhou Jiayu's life.
"Good, it's alright." Lin Zhushui slowly wiped away the blood stains on Zhou Jiayu's face with his hands, and placed a gentle kiss on his bloodless lips, "It's alright, let's go home, we go home."
As he spoke, he picked up Zhou Jiayu and walked down the stairs step by step.
Lin Zhushui has never made too many mistakes in his life, but he never dreamed that the first mistake he made was so fatal.
He lost his little fish and never got it back. His fish was so stupid, no one was protecting him, and he didn't know if he could find his way home.
When leaving here, Lin Zhushui put his lips to Zhou Jiayu's ear and whispered, "It's okay, you wait for me for a while, I'll be here soon."
At this time, Lin Zhushui had already figured it out - he couldn't rest assured, but it was a pity that he had to live up to Zhou Jiayu's intentions in vain.