"I can not be reconciled… "
I'm really... so unwilling!
Zhang Dai's voice was hoarse and sharp. At the last moment, he almost turned into a demon, reverberating between heaven and earth, like someone scratching everyone's eardrums with a fingernail, but no one could hear clearly...
Except when you smell it.
To be precise, it is not really hearing when smelling, but feeling. Because there is a puppet line between him and Zhang Dai.
The overwhelming coercion poured out of his body without reservation, almost a kind of fierce and unreserved crushing. Not only the others, but even he himself was wrapped in a gust of wind and his ears were ringing. Can't see anything, can't hear anything.
But he could clearly feel Zhang Dai withering.
The old ancestor of the Zhang family who kept stealing other people's skins and survived for more than a thousand years was cut off from everyone else under the Dingling technique, became Wen Shi's puppet, and was killed by Wen Shi himself—
He struggled like a madman. That is the instinct of being a puppet, not to mention that he is a person who is deliberately planning to live, and is a hundred times more crazy than a normal puppet.
But every movement he made would knock out the sound of gold and stone, as if there really was an invisible chain that pierced the sky, binding him firmly and unable to move.
And the pain and backlash that should have been transmitted to Wen Shi were also blocked in the invisible lock cover, and hardly fell.
Xie Wen said that he came to be the lock, and he did not lie.
I can't see him when I smell it, but I know that he has never left, always there, as if he has never walked away in a thousand years.
He said, "There is me."
So there are no restrictions.
when-
The overwhelming white light faded from his eyes, and a piece of rotten wood fell to the ground.
It rolled twice and came to rest in the reverberation of Zhang Dai's call. Its surface is intricately wrinkled, with ravines and ravines, and a human face can be vaguely distinguished from those lines. That face still had a ferocious expression, extremely angry, and showed depression...
Dead wood cannot be carved.
The strong wind whistled away from his side, and the buzzing in his ears finally stopped.
When he smelled it, he blinked his eyes lightly, and with hindsight, he felt the soreness spreading through the meridians all over his body. It was a kind of fatigue after being tense and exhausted, and it was the stamina of the spiritual vibration.
When he was at his peak, he had never felt this way. On the other hand, senior brother Bu Ningtian was unstable in spirit, and often told them about this experience.
Now that his spiritual appearance is incomplete, he has finally tasted this kind of taste.
It's just that compared to Bu Ning's description, his condition is relatively light, because Xie Wendan has gone a lot.
Thinking of this, Wen Shi was shocked and looked up at Xie Wen.
The lightning and thunder had long since dissipated, the thick black rain clouds had turned into moist smoke, and only the dim shadow of the moon was left hanging on the branches.
Xie Wen was also wrapped in fog under the dark and indistinct night, and most of his body was in the shadows.
He changed his face when he smelled it, grabbed his right hand, and looked through the dim moonlight.
That hand was still pale, with a slight coolness and body temperature at night, and there was no sign of withering like the left hand.
But when he smelled it, he didn't relax because of this, and he untied his cuffs and pushed the fabric up.
Thank you for moving your finger.
Except for Wen Shi, no other person would dare to attack him so involuntarily. He rarely encountered such a situation in his life, and naturally he was not used to it.
But he did not withdraw his hand.
His eyes fell on Wen Shi's face, letting the other party play with it. After a while, he glanced at the cuff that had been pushed to his upper arm, and said, "There are so many people behind, so let's do it—"
Having said that, his hands are still very cooperative.
Xie Wen's original intention was to make people funny, and he would say a word or two when he was so excited. As they come and go, someone's pimpled brows can be loosened, and they can be less worried.
As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed a few times in the wind.
The vibration of the chest caused the fingers to tremble slightly, and the complexion immediately became more ugly when he smelled it.
This invisible wind...
After Xie Wen coughed and turned back, he was no longer funny, and said in a low voice, "Don't be stern, it's not a big deal. The helper will fall, and what kind of master is it?"
"I don't believe it." Wen Shi didn't lift his head, and the strength in his hands was still very heavy. Because of his unpleasant expression, his tone was cold and tense: "Why didn't you say that?"
Xie Wen was choked for a moment by this rhetorical question, and he couldn't find an example to refute for a while, so he raised his eyebrows and laughed dumbly.
He smiled and raised his eyes, glanced over the place where Wen Shi was posing a little further away, and suddenly asked, "Have you read the books written by the Zhang family?"
"No." Wen Shi was completely undisturbed by him.
"I've flipped through a few books." Xie asked, "It's written in the book, when the ancient ancestor of puppet art heard-"
"… "
When he smelled, his movements stopped, and his eyelids jumped.
When the puppet master heard these six words, Xie Wen lowered his voice and said it softly and slowly. Even if the tone was normal, it still contained a sense of… unspeakable.
Xie Wen also broke off after these six words, and then continued: "-Nature is cold and does not like to be close to others. When all the brothers and sisters have their shoulders and shoulders, you are the only one who doesn't. Don't let living creatures get close."
"… "
Wen Shi finally raised his eyelids and looked at Xie Wen with a "what kind of idiot talk" expression on his face.
"Don't kill me, I didn't write it. If I were to write it, it would have to be..." Xie Wen thought for a second, and then came at his fingertips, "When I heard the old ancestor of the puppet art, he was staring at people by the fire to cook wine when he was young, and the result—"
"In the end, you boiled the wine dry." Wen Shi coldly cut off the conversation, and took a bite by the way, not letting Xie Wen continue.
After he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and pressed his fingers along Xie Wen's upper arm and shoulder, still showing no tendency to stop.
He was really frightened by the person in front of him. If you see that your palm is okay, you have to look at your arm, and your arm is okay, but you don't worry about your shoulders, neck, and chest.
He was afraid that Xie Wen's current body would not be able to support the explosive use of Spiritual God, and the withering that could be stopped would suddenly accelerate.
"Okay, I've boiled the wine dry." Xie Wen nodded, followed his words and recognized it without revealing his shortcomings. Instead, he glanced into the distance and said, "Anyway, those people have been poisoned by those rumors since childhood. Buttons, it is estimated that they will be frightened."
He turned a deaf ear when he heard it, and when Xie Wen was dumb, he was deaf, and concentrated on confirming the other party's state.
He just glanced at the gap between the collars of his shirt, and it always felt as if something was not right. Just as he was about to unbutton Xie Wen's neckline, Xie Wen grabbed his wrist instead.
"Okay, okay." Xie Wen finally showed a hint of helplessness, "It's almost there."
He stared at Wen Shi for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed the corner of Wen Shi's lips.
When smelling: "… "
This method is very excessive, the ancestor of the puppet art can't resist, and he is stunned for a moment.
"You..." After a while, he moved when he smelled. Just as he was about to speak, Xie Wen bent his knuckles against his chin and kissed him sideways.
When I heard it, I realized that I was already responding.
After Xie Wen straightened up, he turned his head away. He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes lightly, as if a moment of annoyance was mixed in his slightly chaotic breath.
After a while, he suddenly remembered something: there are more than 100 family members behind...
Wen Shi stood expressionless for two seconds, then looked back.
As a result, the next moment he changed his face.
In the yard of Zhang's house, which has long been out of shape, a damp mist permeates quietly, and a milky white light glows in the deep night.
The tree that was originally planted in the center of the courtyard fell to the ground horizontally, with a thin layer of water light covering the branches, and some of the branches and edges were in the fog. At first glance, they looked like two people.
Other than that, not a real person.
It was only at this moment that Wen Shi suddenly reacted. He just cared, but he was confused. All his attention was on Xie Wen, and he had no time to care about other things. In fact, since Zhang Dai fell to the ground withered, the screams and the wind gradually faded away, and there has been no other sound around, only him and Xie Wen.
The hundreds of people, including Bu Ning, Xia Qiao, Lao Mao and Da Xiaozhao, disappeared without a trace.
He looked around and asked Xie, "How long has it been under the fog?"
He looked at the dead wood on the ground and said, "Before he became like this, or after?"
"After that." Xie asked, "It won't be long."
"What about that person? When did he disappear?" Wen Shi asked again.
"I joked with you that when there were so many people behind, the fog was thick." Xie Wen pointed his index finger into the courtyard, "There were a lot of people there, and there were many people standing in the courtyard. At first it seemed like the same thing. , it's not quite right to look at it again, because they didn't respond to anything I told you."
Just sticking upright in the fog, shadowy.
Then, when the wind blew, the fog faded, and even the figures disappeared.
This kind of scene is not unfamiliar to Wen Shi, it is even common—
They are caged.
Not surprisingly, it should be Zhang Dai's cage.
"It's a bit sudden." Wen Shi said.
"It's not sudden." Xie Wen's eyes fell on the rotten tree.
He didn't finish his sentence, but when he heard it, he understood. Zhang Dai may have asked for many things in his life, but in the end, only "alive" is left. This is his deepest obsession, and he has done everything he can for this matter. Even at the last moment, the words he left behind were still "I'm not reconciled."
Such a person would give birth to a cage, which is perfectly normal.
only…
What will be in Zhang Dai's cage
- The Zhang family is endless, and he is in the position of the head of the family. Will he live for another thousand years or ten thousand years
This is the scene that comes to mind when I smell it. But this is not the case in front of him. The Zhang family is still in ruins, and the ground is in a mess.
The dilapidated courtyard gate is wide open, and a large wild forest can be seen in the distance, and further away... is a few faint lights.
Xie Wen looked at that place and suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" Wen Shi noticed his expression and asked, "Where do you know?"