It was a pale boy. Just looking at her body shape, like many fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys in the world, they have a unique sense of frailty when they grow up, but they are not thin.
He was wearing a clean white short jacket, brown overalls, the right length, and the shoes and socks on his feet were very neat. It was supposed to be a young man who was fresh, fresh and high-spirited.
But he slumped his shoulders, his back was slightly arched, and when he stood there, his whole body was buckled inward, and there was an inexplicable aura of twilight.
And when he looked at people expressionlessly, his eyes were slightly drooping, but there was a wrinkle between his eyebrows. There was an air of dullness and dullness all over his body.
It always feels like he's looking at you somewhere without knowing what he's thinking.
He really doesn't look like a teenager at all.
"It's actually in the mirror!" Xia Qiao took two steps back in fright when he saw his own shadow turn into this with his own eyes, "How can I look in the mirror in the future?"
He remembered that Xie Wen had said that the cage owner could be anywhere with people. So he rummaged through all kinds of spaces where people could hide, but he forgot about the mirror.
Yes, there are people in the mirror too. Judges can use the mirror to enter the cage, and the cage owner can naturally look back at them through the mirror.
He shrank into a ball with Zhou Xu, and said terribly, "It scared me to death, it's too unexpected."
He frowned when he smelled, and said coldly, "Where is the accident? A coward who does everything by hiding can only be a shadow."
These words seem to have touched the painful foot of the person in the mirror.
Hearing a gust of wind, "Hu", swept the eyes of everyone. When Wen Shi closed his eyes in the wind and then opened them, the young man was already standing in front of him.
"Who are you talking about?" the boy asked.
His face was very strange, and when he spoke, his voice did not match his lips, as if he was covered with a layer of skin. And his voice was like a layer of sand, rough and hoarse.
During the same period of voice change, Zhou Xu's speech became more pleasing to his ears.
He didn't look at him when he smelled it, as if the other party couldn't get into his eyes at all.
"A livestock that kills people for no reason, are you?" He was in a bad mood at this time, and his words were even more frosty, with ice slag.
The young man stared at him, his black eyes shrunk to a very small point, but he couldn't say a word. If you say no, you're a coward, if you say yes, you're a beast.
The question made him embarrassed and angry, so he pulled his face down...
It was really pulled, and the whole face was pulled down in a collapsed manner. Startled Sun Siqi and the others screamed. And the teenager seemed to enjoy the feeling of intimidating or controlling people, and finally said, "This is my place."
He put on the skin on his face again, and emphasized in a dull and stubborn tone: "I told you to stay so that you can continue to stay. I told you to go, you have to go immediately. This is my place. "
"You are on your own territory, hiding in the mirror?" Xia Qiao was seriously surprised, but the words were extremely mocking.
The young man turned his head to look at him suddenly, so scared that Zhou Xu covered Xiaqiao's mouth and whispered, "Don't talk!"
In the end, Xia Qiao shut up, but his brother didn't.
"I don't even dare to say who I am." Wen Shi's tone was extremely sarcastic, "Your place."
There was a strange numbness in the boy's expression, as if he was indifferent to these stimuli. But after all, he was still young, if he was really calm, he wouldn't be able to do those things.
"This is my place," his gruff voice repeated, but in a rush.
"This is the Shen family." Wen Shi said again, "Is your surname Shen?"
"My surname is not Shen, the Shen family is gone." The young man finally became impatient and interrupted him, "The Shen family is gone, a fire, and it burned down! How many times do you want me to say this? This is mine. place!"
When the last sentence came out, his whole person became irritable, which was the opposite of the dull appearance before. It was like pouring a basin of water into a seemingly calm oil pan, and suddenly it became a different look.
"mine."
These two words no longer spit out of the boy's mouth, but resounded throughout the building.
In an instant, this vain figure finally fell to the ground, the soles of his feet took root, and he was implicated in the entire cage. Perhaps to prove the word "mine", he stopped covering up and stood upright in this house for the first time.
This is the moment I've been waiting for.
He nodded, but didn't say a word.
So in the whole building, only the reverberation of the boy's rough voice could be heard, echoing in every room and every corridor, eerily yet very clear.
When the last lingering sound dissipated, the corridor was full of dead silence.
Just when the teenager gave birth to a hint of pride, a little girl's voice rang out crisply: "Is it A Jun? I heard A Jun's voice."
When the voice came over, it was a little hollow, and in this environment, it was creepy. But everyone could hear that it was Shen Manyi's voice.
This young man named Ah Jun suddenly froze.
"A Jun." Shen Manyi called out again.
"Ajun?"
"Ah Jun, are you there?"
Her voice came down the corridor, returning to her senses, as if she was running over, getting closer and closer.
"Why don't you laugh? Let's play games! I want to play games with you."
"I've been looking for you for a long time."
"Are you finally willing to play with me?"
The sentences are intertwined, accompanied by giggles, near and far, surrounding everyone. They subconsciously looked across the hallway.
I only saw Xie Wen standing on the left of the little Shen Manyi, and standing on the right of Mr. Li, under the black mist, like three silhouettes with unclear faces, looking straight at this side.
They suddenly couldn't tell whether these words were said by Shen Manyi or something left in Ah Jun's subconscious.
Before long, there was another voice—
It was a male voice, gentle and gentle, not very fast, mixed with Shen Manyi's giggling, it seemed a little vague: "A Jun, you are a little narrow-minded."
"A-Jun, what kind of person guesses that others always see filth? You are sensitive, and I don't want to speak harshly."
"A-Jun, a gentleman should be courteous and graceful."
"Ajun."
"Forget it, go and copy the words."
"Ah Jun, I recognize your words."
…
Those voices were intertwined and filled the whole house. Every time he said a word, the three silhouettes in the depths of the corridor would get close to one point, ghostly and silent.
Soon, everyone heard the movement of the string, like something with many hands and feet crawling on the ground.
They turned their heads and found that it was no one else who was crawling here, but the charred body lying in the bathroom.
"Is it Ah Jun?"
"Ah Jun."
"Ajun."
"Brother Jun."
…
The sighing sound of the cooking mother-in-law, the high-profile call of the housekeeper, and the timid cry of the little girl came one after another.
A Jun pulled his face, became more and more anxious, and finally blocked his ears. "You are so annoying!" he said gruffly.
The moment these words fell, those layered voices suddenly sank, like a tune that had changed its tune, twisted from joy to sorrow. That cry turned into wailing and wailing.
Shen Manyi stood in front of A Jun while weeping, stretched her head and stared at the person in front of her who was much taller than her but regarded as her younger brother, and asked quietly, "A Jun, why did you fold me into the sofa?"
Ah Jun looked down at her and said, "Because you are too noisy."
"You're really too noisy."
"You keep laughing, keep laughing, run upstairs and downstairs, your voice is everywhere. You're so loud."
"Do you know what day it is? It's my mother's birthday."
"Do you know what death anniversary means?"
A Jun looked at Shen Manyi's face and said in a hoarse voice, "You don't understand, you only know that bows are good-looking, swings are fun, and you can be a bride wrapped in a broken curtain. You are 16 years old, and that's all you know."
"You're a joke when you go out, you know? You don't know either. Because everyone in the family is used to you and follows you. You talk nonsense, but no one corrects you. Even Mr. Li is right. That's it."
"He also said that you are very smart when you look at it with glasses, and you will miss words even when you copy the book. Smart—" A Jun sneered and said, "You are really happy because you are Shen My eldest lady. As long as you change someone, let alone 16, 12 may not survive."
He really hates Shen Manyi and the Shen family.
Many people told him that his mother's ancestors were rich, and she was originally a daughter of a thousand dollars, and her life was probably not worse than Shen Manyi. The results of it? Good fortune tricked people, and when her father died, the eldest lady turned her head and became a wet nurse, and took him to be with others.
The so-called good days, he didn't feel it for a day, only heard about it from other people's mouths, and the more he heard it, the more he felt that God was unfair. Why is it that some people are born with golden clothes and jade food, and some people will be looked down upon.
And the person who is dressed in fine clothes and jade food shows a little kindness, and he must be grateful.
There are always people who say: The young master and miss of the Shen family treat you very well. Man Sheng treats you as his own brother, and he doesn't have the air of a young master at all.
Every time he heard this, he felt ridiculous. Just alms. Is it an earth-shattering act of kindness that deserves praise when the eldest young master bends over to give two candies?
Just because the person who bends over is the young master. It's as if the stupid person is Shen Manyi, so even the stupid person has become "innocent and cute and worthy of pity".
She can live her 11th birthday year after year, pointing to 1913 this year, 1913 next year, and 1913 the year after.
Shen Manyi stayed at the age where she could swing and play games.
But for him, it was the year when his mother was hanged, and he could never get past it.
So he really annoyed Shen Manyi.
Her presence is a reminder, constantly reminding him that on May 19, 1913, his mother made a small mistake and hung herself in the room.
God is not fair.
He sometimes wondered, if on May 19, 1913, one of the Shen family was destined to die, why wasn't Shen Manyi dead? She is stupid and useless, and she can't live long without shelter. If the fire that day was not saved in time, Shen Manyi would have been burned to death.
But he thought later that if Shen Manyi died in that accidental fire, his mother would still not be alive. It will only be more guilt, and then hang more simply.
So look, no matter what, his mother is mortal, that's life.
God is really unfair.
He was often angry about these things, but he was restrained and didn't put it on his face. But Mr. Li always picks his thorns from his minutiae.
Said he had a narrow temperament and could not tolerate people. It is said that he always thinks the worst about things, thinks badly about people, and does not know people clearly. To put it bluntly, I just feel that he is a villain who is messing with the belly of a gentleman.
In his view, these statements are inherently different from person to person. If the thoughtful person is Shen Manyi or Shen Mansheng, Mr. Li must applaud again, saying that they are careful and thoughtful and will not be deceived.
So it's still not fair.
The housekeeper is a philistine, and he only knows money and accounts all day. He often says "A Jun is not easy", "This is your home, we are all your family", but it's just talk.
Treating a certain place as your home is just a good saying. If you say that, you must be putting him out of your own.
Even the cooking mother-in-law is very unpleasant. In addition to cooking, she just recites some crazy things. He said that taking pictures is to steal people's souls, and that the point is to keep the lights on for longevity and safety, but it didn't take long for his mother to become a short-lived ghost.
Even so, the cooking mother-in-law still does not put out the candle. He said that his mother had a hard life, and he wanted to pray for her by reciting the scriptures so that she could live better there, and he had to pull him in to read together.
It's just superficial work, it's all dead.
So he was really annoyed with the Shen family, from top to bottom. He couldn't be happy every day he stayed here, he just felt irritable and depressed.
He stretched a string all the time, and finally did not stretch it on the day of his mother's death.
Blame Shen Manyi for being out of place, insisting on dragging him to play games that day, making funny faces at him, and running around the house giggling.
He wanted her to shut up and be quiet and stop laughing, but he couldn't control his strength.
Some things are like this, once you do, you can't take it anymore.
He hid Shen Manyi, who would never be noisy again, anyway, this lady's character said that wind is rain. In the past, I would lock myself in the room for several days, put the food at the door, and not disturb her.
But he was still afraid that he would not be able to explain it later, so he wrote a diary imitating Shen Mansheng's words, and then put the notebook away.
For him, those diaries couldn't be more imitated. Because Shen Mansheng was originally learning from him, for fun. For a long time, I can't change it back.
This might be retribution.
The matter was originally over here, but Mr. Li was restless, forcing him to do nothing.
So one has two.
After that, he copied another diary.
He is too aware of the injustice in this world. If he does the same thing and Shen Mansheng does it, there will definitely be two outcomes. Compared to the young master of the Shen family, a stupid elder sister and an inconspicuous teacher are nothing.
But he soon discovered that he was still missing something—he wrote the date 1913, and he didn't realize it.
Look, it turns out that Shen Manyi trapped him together for that year and could not get rid of it.
not free...
On that day, he suddenly felt that life was really boring. It is necessary to be a flies and a dog, and to cover up. So he got into the small room where his mother-in-law was cooking and enshrined the ever-bright lamp, locked the door, and sat in front of the lamp all night.
He didn't know why he was sitting there, but after looking at it for a long time, he felt that his name was side by side with a young master like Shen Mansheng, sandwiched between the so-called Shen family members, which seemed awkward, abrupt, and out of place.
He wanted to erase the nameplate, but accidentally knocked over the candle.
This might be life.
Or, it wasn't that he was really careless, he just didn't want to do it again, it was over.
At the moment when the flesh was scorched, he suddenly remembered Shen Manyi's wide eyes before he died, staring at him with sadness and grievance without blinking.
She opened her mouth, but made no sound.
He knew what she was going to say, she wanted to say: it hurts.
In fact, the fire burns on the body, it is really painful, not losing the head and neck fracture. It's not a momentary thing, but a long, unbearable pain.
He thought that he was still very good to Shen Manyi.
"Look," said the little girl in front of A Junchong, "I asked everyone to accompany you. We are all the same as you. We stopped in that year and will never grow up again."
After he finished speaking, the pale skin on his body fell off like loose clothes, leaving a charred and stiff body.
Shen Manyi opened her eyes. Staring at him unblinkingly, as before he died. I don't know if it's sadness, grievance, or can't believe it.
Then, her eyes slowly rolled in a circle, and stopped for a moment on Mr. Li and the scorched black crawling body.
She was ignorant, and it was only now that she finally realized who they were.
That weird guy with dripping water and moss growing on his body is the gentleman who taught her to read, teach her to read, and teach her not to worry and grow up slowly.
That group of charred and indistinguishable dead wood was the mother-in-law who had wrapped her shawl, cooked and fed her. It was the housekeeper who put her on her shoulders when she was a child and told her not to run around and be careful of bad guys when she got older. They were the two younger sisters who followed her like ducklings, going in and out, playing hide-and-seek with her, and letting her dress up.
is her home.
Shen Manyi stood dumbfounded, then clenched her fingers, her face full of blood and tears, and began to scream.
Screaming hysterically.
The mirrors in the corridor exploded one by one, and the glass splashed and shards filled the sky.
Her catharsis and collapse led to other people, Mr. Li, the housekeeper, the cooking mother-in-law, Shen Manshu, Shen Manshan... Each of them began to emit thick black qi.
Like a dam that has been banned for a long time, all the gates suddenly opened, and resentment rolled out like a huge wave.
Everyone exclaimed, and then they were completely drowned by the endless thick darkness. Even Dadong, who had been stunned for a long time, suddenly came back to his senses, because it was too painful.
A person's black mist swept across the skin, like a thin blade cutting flesh, leaving fine wounds. Not to mention so many!
They were literally buried alive in a mountain of knives.
A Jun didn't mean to stop him, because he was the biggest cage owner, no matter Shen Manyi or Mr. Li, all the existences in the cage were for his use.
Just like now, they were wronged, they were angry, they resented, but they couldn't hurt him. All attacks are external, and the more hysterical it is, the more powerless the outsiders who break into the cage will be able to resist.
Zhou Xu curled up in the darkness, unable to reach out and see his fingers. What's more, he couldn't reach out. He suspected that he had no good flesh all over his body, and would be cut to pieces.
He roared in the black mist package: "Da Dong!"
He hopes that Dadong can explode his potential again like before, and release a decent golden-winged Dapeng again.
As a result, he only saw a flash of golden light somewhere, like a candle in the wind, and it went out after struggling for less than half a second.
"No way!" Dadong's voice was right next to him, and it seemed to be separated by a long wind, "Damn, this **** can't let Dapeng out at all! The black fog has to be eliminated!"
"Then you're going to get rid of the horse!!!" Zhou Xu cried out in collapse.
But I heard Dadong's voice deepening: "This is not one person, it is to eliminate all at the same time. Do you know what this concept is?"
Zhou Xu didn't want to know, but Dadong continued: "The Shen family has a total of 8 cage owners, which is equivalent to removing 8 cages at the same time."
This was a scene that Dadong had never seen before, which made Zhou Xu listen to despair.
It would be too difficult for some judges to just dissolve the grievances of one person, let alone eight people. Maybe it was completely indigestible, and even the judge himself became filthy.
"Can that make them stop coming at us first?!" Zhou Xu shouted again, he was impatient, and found a new way to give Dadong an idea, "Can't you tie a puppet line to Shen Manyi?! You turned them into puppets Ah, take control and become your own first!"
Dadong was also crushed by him: "She wasn't crazy back then! Tie it up, it's symbolic, of course I can fucking tie it up. Now that she's crazy, it takes me no more effort to manipulate her than my golden wings. Young Dapeng. I want to be able to control two at the same time, as for being a younger brother?!"
None of them could see the other, and in the pain wrapped in this black mist, the quarrel became catharsis and relief. But only for those few seconds.
The next moment, they were overwhelmed by more turbulent resentment, as if cutting flesh and gouging out bones, and finally couldn't hold back their screams.
At the moment when they shouted, they suddenly heard the movement of the giant passing through the clouds. When smelled, the snake tore a long mouth in the black mist, with the smell of burning fireworks and the smell of metal rust from the collision of the giant chains, whistling and coiling in a circle in the black mist.
The place where it swam formed a wind vortex, and the dragon sucked water straight into the world, including Zhou Xu and the others, so as not to continue to suffer from flesh and blood.
Everyone stumbled and huddled together in the wind vortex. But it did not relax.
Because those black mists are pervasive and always eyeing, they may slip in at any time in the gap between the snakes.
Just when the snake was protecting everyone, Zhou Xu saw a silver light flashing in the darkness outside the wind vortex, like a swept blade, cutting a slit in the thick black.
Soon he realized that it was not the blade, but the puppet line!
Just listen to the puppet line with the sound of breaking the wind, tossing it somewhere, and going around several times.
Then there was a loud bang! Chains with sparks extend from the end of the puppet line, like vines growing around a tree, quickly staggered and bundled.
"Click", the chain is snapped at the end.
In an instant, the black fog was suddenly torn apart by a large gap. The silhouette bound by the chains finally took on a human shape, and that was Shen Manyi. The other end of the puppet line was firmly in Wen Shi's hand.
"What's the situation?" Sun Siqi cried out.
Dadong and Zhou Xu stared at the place blankly and said, "Puppet lock."
The puppet lock is the chain tied to the puppet, which is used to suppress the puppet in combat so as not to escape the control of the puppet master. Once the chain is buckled, no matter how crazy the existence is, it can be used by the puppet master.
That's what Dadong said he couldn't do just now.
Wen Shi was already better than him, so Da Dong was not too surprised to be able to do this. Zhou Xu breathed a sigh of relief, but Dadong's face did not improve.
"It's useless to control one, there are 7 more!" Dadong said.
The breath that Zhou Xu had just inhaled was gone again, and he felt a little suffocated.
"He might—"
Before Zhou Xu could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dadong decisively: "Impossible! Just think that Brother Yalin can control several battle puppets at the same time."
"Six..." Zhou Xu was shocked, "there are still two less?"
But he quickly reacted: "That's stable control, and those battle puppets can transform people, which is more crazy than this. It's not a level."
"Yes, so it's definitely not a problem for Brother Yalin to come. But what about the others?" After Dadong asked back, he exclaimed bitterly, half-depressed and half-self-deprecating, and said, "Stop dreaming."
He didn't want to sit still, stretched his hands, and threw the puppet line out, and the golden-winged Dapeng bird took shape in the wind vortex surrounded by the snake.
It spread its wings and blocked a piece of land for everyone.
As soon as Dapeng took his place, the familiar sound of breaking wind rang again.
Zhou Xu saw that silver puppet line again, this time heading straight for another direction!
"Dadong, Dadong, look..." He hurriedly bowed to the people around him.
The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at them with astonishment. They saw sparks splashing from the chains, red flames glowing in the black mist, and another person was intertwined.
A silhouette emerged from the black fog, and it was Mr. Li.
"Fuck, the second one." Zhou Xu muttered.
"Wrong, it's the third one." Dadong pointed to the black giant python and said, "He already has three in his hand..."
But he didn't stop when he heard it, he threw out another puppet line, and with the clanging sound of the chains, he controlled the fourth person, the butler.
Then the fifth and sixth.
When he finally controlled the pair of embroidered shoes, and the figure of a woman slowly emerged under the chains, Dadong and Zhou Xu were speechless.
They stared at Wen Shi's fingers stunned. The crisscrossed white cotton threads were tightly stretched, and each end was a figure bound with chains.
After a long time, they realized that this person actually controlled all the people in this cage...
Except for Ah Jun.
"How is it possible..." Zhou Xu went crazy.
"7 My Days..." Dadong went crazy too.
He suddenly realized that he might still underestimate the strength of the big apprentice of the Shen family. At least, his master might not be able to control seven puppets who were venting and going crazy at the same time.
That's 7.
Before he could recover from this shock, the scene that made him even more stunned came—
Wen Shi turned his wrist, his ten fingers snapped, and the seven puppets in his hand moved at the same time. Seeing that Shen Manyi, Mr. Li and the others suddenly rose up for several battles, like a real puppet, they reflexively surrounded A Jun, the only one who had been confiscated by Wen Shi.
In an instant, the black mist burst out like a flood again, but this time, it was no longer them who were hurt. Instead, it was all wrapped around A Jun, drowning him instantly.
Dadong has changed from shocked to dazed. He thought that Wen Shi was holding seven puppets at the same time, and letting Shen Manyi and the others not move for the time being was the limit. I didn't expect this one to be more than that-
He is not temporarily stabilizing, he is really manipulating the puppet. Simultaneously control 7…
This time, the one who cried out in agony became the cage owner himself.
Ah Jun never imagined that in the blink of an eye, his territory would undergo an earth-shattering change. All the people who lived here, who he indulged in all those who allowed them to exist, turned their guns around and turned into "outsiders".
They had never hurt him before, no matter how angry, sad, painful. Sad, no matter how much he wants to cry, cry, and vent, it can't hurt him.
But at this moment, he actually felt the pain.
The piercing pain was more difficult than burning his body with fire, like countless dull rusted hacksaws, cutting into his skin, cutting the saw slowly and continuously.
It was an inescapable pain, so much so that he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
He could hear a lot of sounds in his ears, while he was alive and after he died. clear, blurry. Laughing, crying. There were so many that he never seemed to notice before.
He suddenly felt that it was okay to hurt like this, like paying off a debt. When they had enough to vent, he would be able to clean up and be freed from it all alone.
He even wished these people would vent more violently, cry a little louder, scream a little more sharply. In this way, he can also leave this world as soon as possible.
What kind of mentality this is, he himself does not understand. At this time, he felt that a certain sentence of Mr. Li was right, and he might not know people clearly, because he didn't even understand himself.
Just as Ah Jun was standing in the dark fog, thinking about himself, he suddenly heard a cold voice penetrate the black fog and enter his ears.
The man said, "You regret it."
A Jun's heart tightened, and he subconsciously replied, "I don't."
The man ignored him, but A Jun became anxious: "I didn't. What do I have to regret? Everything is right!"
Shen Manyi annoyed him and disturbed him, forcing him to do something to make her quieter.
Shen Mansheng seemed to treat him well, but he was pretending. Otherwise, why bother to learn his handwriting on purpose, the essence is to make fun of him and look down on others.
Mr. Li always picks on his faults when he sees people serving dishes, just because he is not a young lady, he is inferior. It was destined to end in that fate.
The housekeeper and the cooking mother-in-law also wanted the two little girls. It was not a big crime, but when the fire started, he didn't even want to save himself, so how could he control other people. I can only blame them for being unlucky, they happened to be at home. This is life.
Even his own mother, who raised someone else's young master as her own child, had no backbone. And because of a trivial matter, he was left hanging, and it was appropriate to leave him alone and continue to rely on others.
He hated these people and the Shen family for a reason.
But he clearly had a reason, but he kept emphasizing like being stabbed in the foot: "I have no regrets, no!"
"I'll do it all over again!"
After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said: "No, do it all over again, I don't want to appear in the Shen family again."
These words were loud, echoing in the messy corridor. The screams, cries and wailing of the dead suddenly stopped, and then the corridor fell into a long silence.
The pain in his body suddenly disappeared, A Jun froze for a moment and raised his head.
However, they saw that Shen Manyi and the others had stopped crying, and the black mist was still raging around them, but it was no longer pouring into him.
They just looked at him quietly, their faces changed from grievance to sadness, and finally they slowly recovered, and they looked at him without any disturbance, like a stranger.
A Jun suddenly felt very unhappy, and he would rather these people continue to treat him like they were just now. Now, it made him feel like he was stuck in his throat.
It was as if he had packed a bag of things, was going to give them back, and handed them out, but they didn't want them anymore.
Maybe at that moment, it was too quiet around. A Jun inexplicably remembered a sentence Shen Mansheng said a long time ago. He said, "Brother Jun, don't be bored if you have anything. Family members can quarrel."
He had never quarreled before, and now there is no one else to quarrel with.
He saw Shen Manyi wipe her eyes and suddenly turned around. Those chains didn't seem to be a burden on her, at least she wasn't bulky when walking.
She turned her back to A Jun, walked in front of Wen Shi, raised her face and said, "Brother, I want to leave."
He was stunned for a moment when she heard the call, then nodded after a while, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."
After speaking, he stretched out his hand and touched the little girl's forehead.
At that moment, those black mists finally came into his hands, from claws and claws to turbulent undercurrents, and finally quietly floated around Wen Shi, and gradually gathered into his body.
"What will I become in the future?" Shen Manyi's figure was fading, she asked softly and vaguely.
When smelling: "I don't know."
"Will it become a butterfly?" Shen Manyi asked again, as if she was still the little girl who didn't understand anything and always liked fantasies, "Like this one."
She lowered her head and tugged at the bow on her shoulders.
The moment the black mist was completely cleared, her body became clean, the traces of decay disappeared, and the skirt was the most tender goose yellow, like a newly bloomed flower in the backyard.
Wen Shi pursed his lips, and after a while said, "Maybe."
This answer made Shen Manyi a little happy. She held the beautiful skirt, smiled at Wen Shi, and waved at Xie Wen next to her...
She said goodbye to the two people she liked very much, and never looked back until they disappeared completely.
The second person to turn was the butler.
Then the cooking mother-in-law;
Two Miss Shen family;
…
A Jun stared helplessly at these people who used to live together, looked away from him one by one, turned his back, walked in front of Wen Shi, and then slowly disappeared, never looking back.
Even the mother who gave birth to him didn't say a word to him, just looked at him for a long time with red eyes, then sighed deeply and left.
He did not expect that the one who stayed the longest was actually Mr. Li.
Mr. Li seemed to have something to say to him, and after hesitating for a long time, he just shook his head. He hugged the brass box, turned around like the others before, turned his back to A Jun and walked in front of Wen Shi.
The chains on his body rolled to the ground with a thud, and the black mist gathered up when he was smelled a little. His long gown finally dried, it was a very mild azure color, and the moss rot on his body slowly faded away, revealing Sven's emaciated appearance.
He was finally able to speak again.
A Jun originally thought that he would disappear into this world without saying a word, just like everyone else, but he unexpectedly turned around.
Mr. Li glanced at A Jun from a distance, but he hesitated. In the end, he asked A Jun a sentence: "Do you know why Young Master Mansheng learned to write from you?"
A Jun frowned, not understanding his purpose: "Because I learned to calligraphy late, I also lately recognized it, and I'm not as good as them. Learn to laugh at me."
Mr. Li shook his head.
After a while, he said: "He knows that you are easy to compare, and your mind is sensitive. Every time you give me a calligraphy homework, you have to tweak it for a long time. So let yourself be in line with you, have a company, you will feel better. When I approve people, I also approve both together, and it seems that you have made great progress."
"So later, I didn't correct him again." Mr. Li thought about it and said, "blame me."
Young children often have ideas that adults cannot understand, revealing clumsy kindness. He thought that after getting along for a long time and being the same age, he could finally figure it out.
pity…
A Jun was stunned on the spot, stunned for a long time, frowned and said, "Impossible."
Mr. Li looked at him, but did not intend to explain any further.
Those who should understand will understand, but those who don't understand are different in this life, and there is no fate.
After Mr. Li said this, he ignored the dazed young man, turned his head to Wen Shi and said, "I have an unkind request, I don't know if I can mention it."
When smelling: "You said."
Mr. Li lowered his eyes and said, "I still want to go home and take another look."
He had been waiting for this look for years.
Wen Shi was silent for a moment and said, "I can force you to stay for a few days, but it will be hard for you to go out."
Mr. Li nodded: "I understand, but I still want to take another look, just as a last plea."
He nodded his head when he smelled it, patted the copper box and said, "Come in here."
In the blink of an eye, the huge Shen mansion was empty, and only Ah Jun was left standing in the center of the corridor. He looked down at his fingers and body, and was terrified to find that he seemed to be dissipating, as if there was no chance to get clean.
"Why am I... different from them?" A Jun murmured.
Why is there no black mist on him, why does he feel like he is being drained when other people leave? Obviously this is his territory, and it is obviously because of him that those people have survived until now.
"Because the only one you can't let go of is yourself." Wen Shi said.
Everyone has unfinished thoughts, worries about the world, and is reluctant to let go. But he didn't, or rather, he lingered here, just for himself.
He was not willing to leave, so he stayed. He was a little remorseful, so he pulled everyone else.
Perhaps, at one point, he had fantasized that those people would forgive him. But he didn't apologize, just thought: I'll give you my place to stay, just like when I stayed in your house. That's it.
So, when those people leave without looking back, his existence is meaningless. Going around in a circle, it turned out that they were not trapping him, but that he could not live without them.
He destroyed those people just for a release. In the end, there is no relief.
This is probably what is called retribution.
His scorched body slowly cracked, and the entire Shen family building began to tremble with him.
Wen Shikong stretched out his hand towards him, and the puppet line hung down long and short, like an inexplicable connection between people.
A Jun felt an invisible pressure covering his head, and something was being pulled away from his body. To be precise, it is to pull out of his spiritual appearance, to pull out of this cage.
It seemed to be a piece of debris, spotlessly clean, with a faint scent of white plum.
A Jun covered his head in severe pain, he closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly asked a sentence when his body was getting lighter: "Is Shen Mansheng still alive?"
"I don't know." Wen Shi's voice came into his ears, "but it has nothing to do with you."
Anyway, they are old people who have been in the accident, and they will never meet again in this world.
After he finished speaking, he pushed his palm apart. Ah Jun's charred body was scattered into dust and smoke, and the entire cage began to fall apart under his fingers. The outdated decoration of Shen's house, the mess on the ground, and the cold moonlight in the distance all turned pale.
The long-lost spiritual shard entered his body against his forehead, and it was shockingly cold.
He lowered his head, feeling a buzzing in his head, and subconsciously took a step back, but was supported by a pair of palms.
At the moment when the cage dissipated, Wen Shi knelt on the ground under the severe pain in his forehead, and in Cen Ran's cold sweat, he felt someone support his forehead, and a low and vague voice rang in his ear: "Don't clench your fingers. , let's go home."
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