Why do you say "later"
Why do you suddenly say "later"
When I smelled it, I suddenly realized...
This man is leaving.
The person who brought him out of the mountain of corpses and blood, taught him everything, and sent him into the world wants to leave.
Not long ago, when he first set foot on the Songyun Mountain Road, he thought that he would rather walk behind this person, not take a step closer, and maintain a distance of one step behind. As long as the other party doesn't look back, he can keep looking at the back and walk for a long, long time...
go for a lifetime.
It turned out that in the end, there was no such opportunity.
With the current situation of the other party, this Spirit Washing Array will continue to operate, it may die, it will dissipate in this world, and there will be no more involvement, no connection, no more news...
No matter how many times he walks through Wuxiangmen and how many reincarnations he waits, he will never find this person again.
The moment he realized this, Wen Shi had already turned around and stepped out of the stone platform.
Behind him came Bu Ning's panic-stricken rebuke: "Junior Brother, you are crazy!"
Crazy already.
I thought to myself when I smelled it.
From a shocking dream at the age of 19, from stepping into the Spirit Washing Array again and again, he has been crazy for many years.
The Spirit Washing Array was spread out in the Qingxin Lake, and the black mist like the river and sea continuously pulled away from that unrecognizable place. When Wen Shi jumped down, the boulder that Bu Ning was trying to change crossed several arcs and landed in front of him.
But they were beaten to dust in the air in the next second and vanished.
The four giant puppets burst out at the same time, piercing the black fog, trying to break through the fog and clear the way for the master. But the black fog here is completely different from the black fog in ordinary cages, and even they can't bear it.
Almost in the blink of an eye, signs of erosion appeared on his body, like yellow paper on fire, burning from the edge to the center under the sparks.
Puppets can not know pain, regardless of life and death.
But they are connected to the Puppet Master Spiritual God, and what they endured will be fed back to Wen Shi.
He smelled like he was ignorant.
His hand had already penetrated into the fog and washed away the stones of the Spirit Array. With every inch, the burning and eroding pain was a little heavier.
It was like someone was holding a whetstone knife and grinding his flesh and bones with all his might.
But what
The big deal is smashing ashes.
The flesh on the front of his left hand had been eroded by the black mist, revealing his phalanx, but he still didn't plan to stop.
The sound of wind filled his eardrums, and there were only rocks in his eyes.
Suddenly, a clear whistle came from nowhere, piercing through the sky and the fog, slashing into the grudges like lightning, like a sword with light and shadow.
When the golden light flashed past Wen Shi's eyes, his heart tightened.
That is the golden-winged Dapeng bird.
The golden-winged Dapeng's figure as huge as a mountain was shedding light, and under the black mist, sparks also ignited on the edge of the wings, quickly eroding toward the center.
It was covered in flames, and its wings were slanted, blocking the smell from below.
At the same time, several puppet lines passed straight through from behind, instantly entangling Wen Shi's body.
He felt an irresistible strong force wrapped up, like a mountain like a sea, and with the help of the vibration and the strong wind set off by the golden-winged Dapeng's wings, he was pulled away from Qingxin Lake.
He was safely put back on the stone platform, with tangled and intertwined threads on his body, which were not tightly entangled, as if they could be swept off the ground with a flick of a flick, but he couldn't move.
The other end of the puppet line was in Xie Wen's hands in the surging fog like a black dragon.
Apart from correcting some mistakes with his hands back then, this was the first time Wen Shi saw him use a puppet line.
For puppet masters, the line is actually an auxiliary, deepening their control over puppets or other things. The stronger the spirit and the more determined the puppet master, the less dependent on the line.
Therefore, the use of lines is very casual when smelling, and there is not so much attention to it.
So... the guy at the top of the mountain doesn't even have to connect.
I once asked him seriously when I heard: "In which case do you need a puppet line?"
The other party thought for a while, then smiled and said, "It's hard to say, but... If one day you see me tangled in the puppet line, remember to run away, or hide behind your back."
Wen Shi replied in a cold voice, "I don't hide", and couldn't help but ask, "Why hide?"
"That should be a big trouble," the other said.
…
Unexpectedly, when this day came, he really didn't hide, and he couldn't hide.
Under the connection of the puppet line, the spirits and gods are connected, so many puppets can know the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the puppet master, see what the puppet master sees, and feel what the puppet master feels, but the puppet itself does not quite understand.
It's not a real puppet when he smells it, he can understand.
But Xie Wen is not an ordinary puppet master, he can close these things, so that no one can spy on them.
Therefore, when Wen Shi can only see the figure under the black mist of the other party under the tie of the puppet line, it is the appearance that is in harmony with the spirit. He was wearing a white robe and red robe, and his face was pale and almost transparent. Half of his face was in flowing Sanskrit, which continued to his heart. On his wrists were dangling strings of beads and bird feathers.
Because of these, he almost felt like a ghost, half ghost, half immortal in his heavy sickness.
When he smelled it, he was tied up with a puppet and couldn't move.
He exhausted all kinds of methods, but couldn't let these puppet lines loosen by half, as if all the spirits of the other party were poured into these puppet lines to control him.
He stood like a cold pine that was on the verge of desolation but was straight to the sky, the left hand hanging by his side was full of blood, and the dark red entwined the white phalanges flowing down, forming a puddle on the ground.
But he seemed to have forgotten the existence of this hand.
He moved his dry, pale lips, and his Adam's apple slipped: "In the end, I'm the big trouble."
His throat was dry as if it had burned, and the voice was choked in the bottom of his throat, and the sentence could hardly be said in full. But because the puppet lines are connected, even if a word is not uttered, the other party can hear it.
The man's eyes fell on his drooping phalanx, his eyebrows were wrinkled and he raised his hand, as if he wanted to give it a light squeeze.
But when I smelled it, I wanted to put my hands behind my back.
It was just such a simple action, and he tried his best and failed to do it.
Then he felt something warm touch the back of his hand, and the movement was soft and sad.
He closed his eyes when he smelled it, and his tightly pursed lips trembled a few times.
"No dust." He called the other party's name hoarsely, "You loosen the line."
"...No." The other party's voice was still as warm as water, and he couldn't help it.
After speaking, he coughed again.
Instead of coughing a few times and resting as before, he coughed for a long time. The voice was obviously low, but every time it was like a knife, when he pressed it, it pierced into his heart inch by inch.
Wen Shi opened his eyes and stared at the man without turning his eyes, almost blood was dripping from his eyes. His hand with the phalanx exposed trembled very lightly, not knowing if he was mad or in pain.
Then he said almost stubbornly, "I'm about to hit the boulder."
"Just a little bit."
He was only a short distance away from touching the formations.
It was only a matter of time before he could stop the formation.
Why stop? !
The other party coughed for a long time before raising his eyes, his fingers still touching the tip of his nose. But when I smelled it, I could already see the red blood on his snow-white collar...
At that moment, thunder and lightning came to the top of Songyun Mountain.
The four giant puppets dragged their stumps, almost crazy, and the wind from the golden-winged Dapeng was not enough to stop them.
Everywhere was shaking, and under the scorching confrontation, sand and stones filled the sky, and hundreds of trees fell to the ground.
Zhang Lan and the others couldn't dodge in time, and almost lost their eyes in the wind. And they turned their heads, only to see blood dripping from the corners of their lips and fingertips when they smelled.
Even the puppet line that couldn't be found almost couldn't restrain him.
If it weren't for the only fragments of the spiritual aspect, he might have forcibly rushed away.
"You let me go!" Wen Shi's voice was scattered in the wind.
The other party still looked down at him through the black fog and the long puppet line for a long time.
The Spirit Washing Array is still running dutifully, and the turbulent black mist is still pouring into it. When I smelled it, I watched the man grow paler and more transparent.
The snow-white underwear slowly smeared blood, and it merged with the red outer robe. In the end, it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or the bright-colored robe.
He still stood there, but his feet were already bloodshot.
"No dust!" Wen Shi called again.
The other party still should not.
"Thank you for asking..." Wen Shi's eyes were red and he looked at him stubbornly, but his voice became more dull because of his hoarseness.
The other party finally wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb knuckles in the interval of violent coughing.
He seemed to want to say something, but when he smelled it, he opened his mouth first.
"I'm very hungry now." Wen Shi said, "I can clean up all this."
After speaking, he added another sentence: "You have seen it."
Xie Wen's eyes suddenly softened, perhaps because of the distance, it almost gave the illusion of love.
It may be a little pity, just like the ones he has for all things in the world.
Before he could see his eyes clearly when he smelled it, he opened his mouth and said, "These are different from what you have tasted before. What do you think of yourself?"
"What about you?" Wen Shi swallowed, and the taste of blood was in his mouth. He asked hoarsely, "What do you think of yourself?"
Xie asked but said, "I'm different."
Wen Shi stood stiffly: "What's the difference?"
Blood dripped dripping from the edge of Xie Wen's robe, and he just looked at Wen Shi, and after a long time he said warmly, "I'm gone."
When I smelled it, my mind went blank, as if I couldn't understand what he said: "You... what?"
But his body had already cooled down a step earlier, like someone had thrown a bucket of ice knives over his head.
"I'm gone." Xie Wen said slowly.
He wasn't going to say that...
I never planned to, nor do I want to say.
But someone is too stubborn, so stubborn that he doesn't say anything, the other party may never let go.
Even when he said this, his tone was gentle, but when he heard it, it was like being cut by a knife.
It wasn't the kind of neat and tidy chopping, but the rusty blunt, tugging and pulling, each slashing deep into the heart, slicing out dripping flesh.
"Impossible." Wen Shi whispered.
Xie Wen lowered his eyes and looked at the Sanskrit words in his heart and the beads on his wrist: "You couldn't see these before, but now you should be able to understand to some extent—"
He said with difficulty, "I don't believe it."
"That seal formation is much bigger and more powerful than this one. I should have been gone a long time ago." Xie asked.
"Then what are you now?!" Wen Shi asked.
"Puppet." Xie Wen said that word.
When he heard it, he never felt that this word could make people so panicked, like a heavy hammer slammed down so hard that he could hardly stand up.
"A long time ago..." Xie Wen was wrapped in a strong sickness. He was pale and alone, covered in blood, like an independent immortal who was about to disappear. He coughed again, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's been a long time since I took you up the mountain, when I first entered this path... There was a chance coincidence, and I saw that there will be misfortune after a thousand years, and there is also something that I have been implicated in. Some trouble, so…”
The Sanskrit words on half of his face are like water, flowing faster and faster, almost bursting in the heart.
"So I kept such a puppet, a backhand, and used this body to handle some things." Xie asked.
"What?" Wen Shi asked almost mechanically.
"Some of those things on my body were drawn out and flowed around into a cage. Too many people who shouldn't have been caged were affected, and they were trapped in prison and could not be freed..."
"And here... Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye, they became like this because of me. As a master, I should also come to the end and clean up the mess."
"and also… "
After he said these two words, he began to cough again.
After that, he didn't answer any more.
He just said slowly and hoarsely at the end: "The existence of puppets depends on the spirits. I shouldn't be here in the first place. It's just some remnants, and it won't last long."
It took him two years to travel all over the world, setting up stone formations around the vortex. He can't get rid of the cage anymore, and can only rely on the formation to lead those things back to where they should be, just like at this moment.
These black mists seem to have poured into this body, but they actually passed through the body and returned to the sealed land. He could lock them there with his spirit, and bring them to silence himself.
In fact, what he said when he heard it was not entirely true. These things were not really impossible to dissipate out of thin air, it was just a price to pay for some comfort.
He has lived long enough.
In fact, a thousand years ago, at the moment of being sealed, he should have vanished with these things, dust to dust, dust to dust.
It's just that for some reason, even the Sealed Land has disappeared... but he still lingers to this day.
It's about time.
…
The Spirit Washing Array suddenly moved faster and faster, and the black mist rushed forward with a tendency to overturn mountains and seas. The golden-winged Dapeng let out a clear whistle, and then disappeared into the black mist.
Qingxin Lake faintly revealed its dry bottom...
The vegetation is barren, and the branches are tangled.
Beneath the dead branches tangled like a net, two ghostly ghosts as pale as paper slumbered there quietly.
That happened at about the same time—
The moment Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye appeared, the Spirit Washing Array quietly stopped in the huge wind vortex.
Xie Wen accepted the last black fog, and the flowers and plants where he stood quickly dried up and curled up. In the blink of an eye, all the trees were withered.
Golden-winged Dapeng folded his wings behind him, like a loyal servant who stayed with him until the end.
He was still holding the puppet line in his hand, but the overwhelming force had dissipated. As soon as the restraint was loosened, he knelt on the ground when he smelled it.
He obviously didn't have so many injuries, but the pain was piercing.
Every place where blood flows, every bone, every inch of flesh, is caught in an unbearable and unrelievable pain.
Someone once taught him that being a judge is a hard job with many hardships. After a long time, I know that most of it is because I can't bear to leave. When you understand this, even if you are in the mortal world.
He has sent an unknown number of people, and seen an unknown number of farewells.
When it came to me, I realized that I couldn't bear to be parted so much...
But the man was still wrong.
In fact, he has already entered the world.
It's just that the person who sent him is standing outside the red dust...
Wen Shi clenched his fingers, and the white bones of his left hand carved a gully full of blood and mud on the ground. He stood up forcibly and wanted to walk towards the man, but found that the surroundings had changed.
The mountain is still Songyun Mountain, and the stone platform is still the same stone platform, but there are more unexpected figures beside it.
That's... Himself.
Himself in different situations.
He smelled dripping blood, and stood in a familiar and unfamiliar situation, staring blankly at those figures.
After a long time, until his fingers were pulled by something, he lowered his head and saw the intertwined puppet threads on his body, which came from the person outside the world.
He suddenly understood what was going on with these figures.
Under the connection of the puppet line, the spirits and gods are connected.
That person was so weak that he could no longer close these connections. Therefore, he saw the world in Xie Wen's eyes...
It was an illusion that was enough to make people unable to distinguish the true from the false.
That is a demon that has never been dispelled since it appeared...