Your honor
Is the man sitting in the dark corner calling him
He walked over.
The man still stared at him quietly, as if staring at a fleeting dream.
The fire is nearer.
The appearance of that person became clearer in his sight.
The man was wearing a black robe, but it was old and tattered, almost naked, and his pale and thin limbs were scattered from the broken clothes.
That pale color, even in the orange fire, could not be stained with the slightest warmth.
The dark scars snaked across the man's face, very terrifying.
Upon closer inspection, the man did not seem to be injured, but there were many dark red bloodstains and dust stuck to his bare skin.
Limbs, collarbone, neck, all.
With sharp eyes, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of something scattered on the ground next to him, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
There is no way to think any more.
He walked over to the ground on one knee and hugged the man into his arms.
… so skinny.
How can you be so thin. he thinks.
The protruding bones made people panic.
His heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and lungs were aching.
Moreover, this person did not even resist at all.
The long black hair fell down, and the man was like a fragmented puppet, twisted and twisted in his arms.
Then, there was a faint whisper.
"Your Honor..."
Just a call.
But his voice seemed to be sharpened by sharp knives suddenly and became hoarse.
"I'm here," he said.
The man in his arms is still repeating: "Your Highness..."
The other party looked up at him, his eyes still focused.
The bottom of his eyes was dark and empty.
He vaguely sensed something was wrong.
But dare not think deeply.
He replied, "...I'm here."
However, the man in his arms seemed to have no reaction to his words.
Pale and thin hands clasped the placket of his shirt, like flowers blooming on white bones climbing along the corpse, with a bit of deadly coldness.
"Your Honor..."
"Xianchang, I'm right here." He clasped the opponent's hand.
The hands in the palms are thin and slender, not as soft as the soft touch under the apricot tree. He repeated in a hoarse voice, "I'm right by your side."
He leaned over to hug the body in his arms tighter, trying to pass on his scorching body heat.
The person in his arms trembled violently as if he had been scalded.
Then, it was completely silent.
Like a puppet whose body has run out of spirit stones.
"Xianchang, I'll take you out of here." He said.
The person in his arms still had no reaction.
Dark eyes, a gloomy silence.
He had never seen a living person look like this before.
There is such a strong sense in his eyes... the meaning of annihilation and death.
The consciousness of the other party seems to have fallen into the realm of the dead, and what remains in the world is nothing but a mutilated corpse, and everything he sees is just an illusion left before death.
"It's not an illusion," he said, "Xianchang, take a look at me."
He held the other's thin jaw and stared at the other's face.
In the firelight, that face was dark and ugly, like a ghost born from the gathering of darkness and filth, with a body so thin that only bones were left scattered in his arms.
He stared silently for a while, lifted the mask on his face halfway, leaned over and kissed it.
"Well… "
The wet and ambiguous sound of water sounded.
The dark and empty eyes of the man in his arms slowly widened.
He kissed and pecked each other's lips, and said in a low voice, "Look at me, feel me, and rely on me."
"I'm here, it's not a hallucination."
- The foot of Tianchi Mountain.
Ye Yunlan walked out of the flying boat.
Elder Xun's old voice came from behind him.
"And today Chishan is an eventful autumn. If I were you, I would leave as soon as possible after my injury, and I would not go into this murky water again."
Ye Yunlan looked back and looked at the hunched old man behind him. The sacred mask covers the other's face, making it difficult to discern his true intentions.
Ye Yunlan said: "Thank you for reminding me."
Elder Xun didn't say anything more? He closed the hatch, and the flying boat disappeared into the void.
Ye Yunlan stood at the foot of Tianchi Mountain and looked up at a distant high place.
There were dark clouds gathering, lightning and thunder, and the sky was red with fire. The sound of the giant can still be heard even if it is separated by a long distance.
There are more obscure fluctuations coming from all over Tianchi Mountain. He holds the missing shadow in his hand, and the sword intent of annihilation and death in his body cheers because of the killing of the living beings in the mountain.
However, the Queying Sword made a trembling low sound.
Resisting his evil and ominous sword intent.
Ye Yunlan stretched out his hand to lightly appease the body of the Queying Sword, but his brows remained sullen and indifferent.
He didn't obey Elder Xun's warning, and he stepped up the mountain road of Tianchi Mountain again.
The road up the mountain was winding and far away. He whispered Nian'er's name a few times, but without a response, he just walked alone in silence.
The winding mountain road was like a spiraling staircase, and the wind brushed over his empty robe, making his fingers a little cold.
He suddenly missed the time when that man covered him with his palms and rubbed his fingertips for him.
The wind was bleak and lightning flashed.
The distant roar of thunder echoed in the mountains.
Suddenly, there was a clear-eyed sword cry.
The missing shadow has been unsheathed.
In front of Ye Yunlan's eyes, there was a thin golden line.
The thread was straight and sharp.
He had no doubt that as long as he took another half step, the thin thread would cut his throat and separate his corpse.
Ye Yunlan stared at this thin line, and the tip of his pupil seemed to be reflected a little golden color.
He turned his head to the void in one direction, and said coldly, "Come out."
- Bottom of the tower.
He finally let go of the man's jaw.
The man in his arms was panting lowly, and his dark and empty eyes were wet, as if a hazy rain was falling.
It was a light rain, not enough to irrigate the land that had been dry for years.
This man had a more moist, soft, vibrant appearance before him.
- He's going to bring this man back into the sun.
He tried to carry the man on his back, but found that the man's hands and feet were weak, and the hands clinging to his shoulders were like fragile and dry flower branches, as if they would be easily broken if touched.
He had to tear the fabric out of his body, and then tied the man to his back and held it firmly.
Then he stood up and walked up the endless winding staircase next to the tower wall.
The stairs are narrow and steep. There are no railings, it is made of gray stones
It seems that this stone ladder was not designed for people to pass through in the first place.
Each step of the stone ladder can only stand on half a foot at most, and the gap between one stone ladder and the other is almost the height of an adult's calf.
This means that after stepping on the stone ladder, there is almost no place to rest, and you can only keep going up.
… Or, crawling on a stone ladder with hands and feet on the ground.
And if you are not careful, the stone ladder will roll down.
Beside the stone ladder, there is no railing.
He seemed to understand a little bit about how the bloodstains on this man's body and the things scattered on the ground came from.
The remaining spiritual power in the body has been exhausted when the flame is ignited. The imprisoned cultivation base cannot be used.
One, two, three...
At the bottom of the tower, the evil ghosts burned by the karmic fire slowly moved away from the relief. Instead, it was the gaze of the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Looking at the incomparably small them in the tower.
He didn't go to see those weird Buddha statues, he just walked up silently behind people's backs.
Sweat dripped down his face, breathing heavily and hot.
He seems to have been in such an embarrassed look for a long, long time.
The person behind him suddenly trembled slightly.
At first, he didn't notice the difference.
But as the light from the high place slowly approached, the person behind him trembled more and more, and the thin five fingers grabbed his shoulder like a spasm.
A voice came from behind, with a shredded cry.
"I'm sore..."
"Don't... go up again..."