"So maybe we can try to capture the cracks here caused by the confusion of time and space, or the tunnels, and then go back through like Yi Ran and Ke Xun..." Zhu Haowen's tone was not as firm as usual, with obvious uncertainty and hesitation, even pessimism.
Capture the time tunnel? How to catch it
Travel back in time? What time period in the past will it travel to? yesterday? In the beginning of the painting event? Or, the ancient world of mountains and seas
This is not a bus. Get off at any stop you want.
Obviously everyone was well aware of the difficulty of realizing this vision, and fell into a moment of hopeless silence.
Until Zhu Haowen lowered his eyelids and gave up completely: "We have nothing to do."
There is no way, it is impossible to do it with only human and empty hands, not to mention, it is too late - the top of the dome formed by the tornado column suddenly made a deafening ripping sound, and everyone looked up in a hurry, only to see the gust of wind rolling in. There, a huge black object with an indescribable appearance emerged from the wind membrane like a wriggling granulation, and twisted in a scalp-numbing way, trying to completely leak from the wind membrane. Get out!
"The demon has come out—" Li Xiaochun roared in shock and despair, Wu You and Gu Qingqing screamed in terror one after another.
"It's too late - there's no other way - only death - only death -" Wei Dong held his head and looked at the sky above his head in despair. Luo Meng collapsed beside him, curled up into a ball and cried heartbreakingly.
"Yiran..." Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran sadly and shook his head slightly.
Mu Yiran frowned tightly, raised his eyes and stared at the whirlwind on the top, he was still thinking, still unwilling to be reconciled, and was still doing his last dying struggle.
"That's it." Zhu Haowen's tense body suddenly slackened, and with resolute relief, he glanced at Ke Xun and smiled, "See you in another dimension."
Ke Xun was speechless and looked at him sadly.
See another dimension.
A farewell word that only those who enter the painting understand.
Wei Dong turned his head with scattered eyes, glanced at everyone, and smiled bitterly: "It's ridiculous... I used to think we were such a high-end artifact as Jiuding, but it turned out that everyone was just a humble sacrifice, I was thinking about it. , even if you die, you have to die to save the world. I didn't expect that it wasn't us who saved the world, but "Shan Hai Tu". We are just the little puppets who were stabbed by needles in witchcraft, who really killed each other. It's the one who performed the magic, who made the puppet and put the needle on it... We are actually the chosen victims, the destined cannon fodder, the humble prop... It's just a prop... "
Wei Dong wiped his face and took a deep breath. He raised his head and looked at the terrifying monster that came out of the wind and twisted and rolled down, while groping with his hands in his pockets trembling: "I have been They are all timid and cowardly... I have been hiding behind Ke Er since I was a child, and have always been covered and protected by him. But in my life, I want to be brave once... "
Having said that, he took out his utility knife, "This time, let me take the lead for everyone, Ke'er, everyone," Wei Dong said with a smile, "see you in another dimension."
He raised his hand and used the sharp edge of the utility knife, trembling, but forcefully, cutting the aorta of his neck.
"—Dongzi—" Ke Xun roared and rushed over, but he could only take Wei Dong's body, which was gushing blood, and fell into his arms. Ke Xun hugged him tightly. There was a shrill cry of excruciating pain.
Everyone froze in place in shock and sorrow, watching Wei Dong's blood overflowing and flowing on the altar under him. This hot and fresh blood seemed to have its own consciousness, continuously spewing out, and then dispersing. , forming blood-red ghost symbols, surging, scattered, and quickly covering the altar.
"Xiaowei... The appearance of Xiaowei's body is fading..." Yue Cen's strength and calmness in his bones made her more calmly aware of the changes in Wei Dong's body than everyone else.
"These blood symbols... are the manifestation of the energy of the bones." Zhu Haowen forced himself to calm down for the second time, he raised his head and looked up, "The thing that came out just now seems to be pressed by an invisible force. gone back."
"It's the bones. The blood symbol formed by Wei Dong's bones has imposed some restrictions on the ghosts," Shao Ling also looked up, "but obviously the power of this restriction is not strong enough, and that thing is about to break through again... "
"So... so we have to continue... continue to die..." Hua Jiqiu muttered.
"Sister Cen, lend me a pistol." Fang Fei's voice sounded, seeing that she had taken the spare pistol that Yue Cen had pinned to her waist, turned around and walked a dozen steps away, raised her hand to her temple, " See you in another dimension."
After the gunshots rang out, Fang Fei's body fell on the altar neatly, just like her usual character.
"No-no-" Wu You screamed in collapse, squatted down holding his head, buried his face in his lap desperately, and tugged at his hair in confusion.
Ke Xun suddenly stood up from Wei Dong's side, he put him down, turned his head and strode to Wu You's side, put his hand on top of her head, his voice was hoarse but with a strange calm: "Wu You, lift it up. Begin, take a look at Dongzi or Fang Fei, and see if you can see anything by looking at the bones."
Wu You sat paralyzed on the ground, crying with snot and tears all over her face, her hair sticking to it in a mess, but still relying on Ke Xun's words, trying her best to control her emotions that collapsed several times in the face of the dead companion's body, trembling. stared at them.
Can…
"I can't see... I'm sorry... I can't see anything..." Wu You cried, "I can't use it... I can't see anything... "
"No, this has nothing to do with you, it's not your problem." Ke Xun said solemnly.
"Perhaps, only the dying can see it." Shao Ling brushed his sweaty hair back, his lips trembling slightly, "We seem to have ignored the last note, that girl What we wrote, we thought it was just an ordinary piece of writing, I think it should also reveal some information, such as the girl she mentioned 'Wan Yu', who said that she was almost dying, and then slowed down. , after waking up, he told her a 'nonsense', saying that he floated into the air and saw a bug with a human face on his body... I'm not sure... I don't know if this is a clue, maybe it's just before death hallucinations, but it does not rule out the possibility of actually seeing something…”
"If a living body is composed of the body and consciousness," Zhu Haowen's eyes were pale, "then it is not impossible for the body and consciousness to separate when the person's vital signs are extremely unstable. , after all, the two are not substances of the same dimension. Consciousness crosses dimensions and sees things that are invisible to the naked eye, but at this time it is disconnected from the body, and after returning to the body, the information that the consciousness sees is passed in. into the body, so the body remembers what the consciousness saw when it wakes up.”
"But... in order to achieve this effect, I'm afraid people must be... on the verge of death." Hua Jiqiu looked at the two of them.
That is to say, someone needs to die less happily and simply. This person has to struggle extremely painfully in the process of dying slowly. While suffering, he must try his best to convey what he sees to everyone.
And this method may not be successful. No one knows how close it is to be dead to see it. At that level, whether it is possible to take a breath to convey the information, maybe it is completely dead without a chance to speak, or it may be completely dead at all. It's impossible to see anything, everything is pure illusion...
The cruelest thing is that, whether this method is successful or not, this person will slowly die in unparalleled pain.
And can't choose a happy death that doesn't require too much pain.
"I'm coming." Ke Xun said.
"No way!" Zhu Haowen said categorically, seeing Ke Xun looking at him, he turned his head to point at Mu Yiran, "...he is still trying to figure out a way, if we can really survive like every painting, then this is the only one. The only chance of survival is on him. So you can't die now. If you die, he will definitely not be able to think calmly. Or, even if he can calm down, everything means nothing to him when you die, no? Do you think it is, just to try to find a way to end it completely, just to not produce the next batch of people who enter the painting, you, this time, this time, you are walking behind, can you, Ke Xun?"
Without waiting for Ke Xun to speak, he suddenly heard Yue Cen's voice come over with some difficulty: "You guys... better have someone... be closer to me..."
Several people hurriedly looked at the sound, but saw Yue Cen was struggling with the crutches with one hand and covering his abdomen with the other, dazzling blood seeping out from between his fingers, and a blood-stained handle fell from her feet. fruit knife.
"Sister Cen!" Several people rushed over to support her, who was shaky.
Yue Cen panted sharply, motioned for everyone to help her sit down, and said weakly, "My... pain tolerance is stronger than that of ordinary people... just... I'm afraid that I'll be too weak, and there's no way to explain what I've seen... you guys. … listen carefully…”
"I'm listening, I'm listening, Sister Cen, you..." Gu Qingqing gritted her teeth desperately to hold back her cry, fearing that it would interfere with Yue Cen's voice, she subconsciously wanted to say "please hold back" , but responded that this sentence was inappropriate.
This kind of enduring is undoubtedly the most cruel abuse, and even if it is endured, what can it be? People must die, even if they endure it and survive, they still have to kill themselves again...
Yue Cen smiled laboriously, and looked at the people around him: "Everyone... don't be too anxious, try your best... delay for a while, you see... After Fang Fei sacrificed, the monsters in the wind... stopped a little bit, although It's very short... but we... we can delay it as much as possible... leave as much time as possible for... Xiaomu, everyone as much as possible... until the monster is about to burst out, and then... "
Everyone understood what she meant and nodded in pain.
"I don't know... to what extent..." Yue Cen was even weaker, and he was already angry, "you... pay attention... if I don't have time to speak... just pass out, don't care... find a way to wake me up... "
Gu Qingqing nodded while crying, bent down, and put her ear gently against Yue Cen's cheek.
Qin Ci knelt down on the other side of Yue Cen, stretched out his hand to gently catch her pulse, lowered his eyes, and silently felt her heart rate.
Until the pulse under his fingertips became weaker and slower, Yue Cen had already closed his eyes.
"Sister Cen—Sister Cen—" Gu Qingqing shook her body sadly.
Qin Ci took off the medicine box he was carrying, and brought it up with him, just to be buried with him. This medicine box was left by his grandfather. His grandfather was a Chinese medicine doctor. This medicine box can be considered an ancestral inheritance. thing.
It's a pity that he is not married yet, and he has no children. This medicine box can only end here with him.
Qin Ci took out a syringe and a bottle of injection from the medicine box, sucked the liquid medicine with a very skilled and quick method, sterilized the injection site for Yue Cen, inserted the needle, pushed the liquid, and pulled out the needle.
This is a rescue needle, usually injected when the patient's heart stops, in an attempt to bring the dead back to life, or temporarily bring it back to life.
Qin Ci knew that it was cruel to do so. He was prolonging Yue Cen's pain. He forced her back from the peace of death and continued to suffer from the pain.
However, she must not be willing to let herself suffer this torture in vain and die in vain.
Her strength deserves to be repaid.
Yue Cen regained a faint consciousness, but she no longer had the strength to open her eyes again. She pursed her lips and said something inaudible.
Gu Qingqing tried her best to put her ear close to her mouth, but couldn't listen for even a few more seconds.
Yue Cen finally stopped breathing and heartbeat, this time, forever.