In room "1008", this room is a bit unique, with some scattered furniture inside, and it's not as dark as Xu Lang's room.
There are a few white candles in the center of the room. The twinkling flames illuminate a small space with difficulty. The two figures centered on the candles sit symmetrically. They are both looking at each other's dim and fuzzy figure. No conversation.
The special thing about this room is not the two people in the room, nor the candle in the center, but at the end of the light source, where there are faintly standing several figures, like a living person, but hidden in the darkness, one by one. There was no breathing, no movement, and it seemed to surround the two people in the center very strangely.
Those are a group of silent and eyeless paper people...
The old man sat on the sofa and looked at the handsome man directly opposite. His eyesight was not good. With the lack of light source, he could only see a vague shadow, but he was very clear about the man's identity.
On the contrary, there was a hint of curiosity in the handsome man's eyes. He had been looking at the old man for a long time, but he still couldn't believe that this man was the zero he was looking for!
The old man’s face changed slightly. He took out a ceramic white jar from the bag under his feet, tore off a page of cigarette paper, twisted out a handful of white powder from the jar, placed it on the cigarette paper, and rolled it slowly. stand up.
"I know you will come to me sooner or later, Yan Yan..." His voice was unexpectedly old, and it seemed to be more vicissitudes of life than he looked on the surface.
Yan Yan looked at zero behavior. The burning smell of this kind of hand-rolled tobacco was very strong, but it seemed to be enjoyable to watch the old man smoking, but he smelled the extremely mellow aroma in his nose.
Moreover, this smell was sucked from the nose and into the lungs, and slowly spread to the internal organs, giving Yan Yan a dreamlike hazy comfort.
But over time, he noticed the scent, with anesthesia and fatness that penetrated into the bone marrow. He just smelled it, and felt that the bones were a little soft, and he began to vomit, as if his teeth were chewing oily fat. Meat, greasy, nausea that spreads down the tongue and mouth into the brain!
Yan Yan frowned, got up from the Fujiki chair and made a creaking swaying sound, then walked to the window and opened the window.
A violent gale mixed with cold rain randomly blew into the otherwise silent room, and the three candles placed on the ground were blown out at the same time.
Yan Yan sighed from the bottom of his heart, and the previous fatness finally disappeared. He turned around and looked at the darkness behind him, took out the wolf eye flashlight from his pocket, and adjusted it to the highest gear, which was considered normal for viewing.
He walked slowly in the room, wandering in front of the group of paper people, the horror in such an environment looked like a child’s toy in his eyes, even he stretched out his hand to touch it, the touch felt like ordinary There is no doubt that the paper man is nothing more than the size ratio of the living man.
"Sustainable sins, paper men. Three years ago, the generation's ultimate unsolvable task "falling paper" was obtained. At the cost of life, paper men could die."
During the observation, the zero exit on the back told the paper man's origin and purpose, and pointed out the "criminal" information.
Yan Yan regained his interest with a little novelty. He tore off a paper man’s arm and pinched it in his hand and observed it over and over again. The material of this paper is very ordinary. There is no difference between the paper you see normally. It will be a little harder. Ripped.
He looked at the location of the loophole, and inside, he could faintly see that the skeleton of the paper man was made of rattan.
Ling coughed softly, and threw the cigarettes on the ground with his fingertips and stomped on them. "Don't look at them, they are just ordinary paper people. Only when my life is blessed can I become a substitute for death."
Yan Yan threw down the "broken arm" in his hand, turned around and looked at Ling and asked, "Then before, what was your intention to ask Wu Cheng and the others if the paper men can do the finishing touch?"
"People have no eyes to live, and paper people can't live without eyes. If someone says that they can do their eyes, the lifespan of my sacrifice can be reduced by 30%..." After saying this, Zero began to cough violently again, and hurriedly coughed again. A cigarette.
Yan Yan nodded, "I always think that the main reason why you are not zero is that your age is too far away from the information I have. It turns out to be related to the sacrifice of life."
"I am thirty-nine years old this year, but the remaining life expectancy is only two months and seven days..." Ling said that, suddenly his tone of voice stopped.
"However, the hexagram says that I will die at the end of summer. This time may reflect my life span, or maybe not..."
Yan Yan has never come into contact with these things, and for this gloomy zero, he brought up an interest he had never had before, "The hexagrams? Do you really believe these?"
Ling stretched out her dry palm and slowly spread it out, and two quaint copper coins appeared in Yan Yan's gaze.
"I didn't believe it before, but it appeared because I didn't believe it."
Yan Yan looked at the two copper coins. They were engraved with lines that he had never seen before, but the carvings were extremely delicate, but they did not belong to any known dynasty.
"Divining sins, copper coins. Two years ago, I got it from the ultimate unsolvable mission of that generation, "Fate Path". Three copper coins can be used to solve the problem and guess the unknown destiny. It helped me a lot. It was me who lived until now. The most critical sin, there are only three divination opportunities a day."
Having said that, Zero sighed and said unwillingly: "Originally there were three, but it was a pity that the price of entering the Shenshen apartment three days in advance was too heavy, and I lost one, which made me unable to accurately obtain a complete solution. Words, the prediction of fate has appeared vague."
Yan Yan was very interested in copper coins. He couldn't believe that there would be such a curious thing in the world, presumably it was also related to the power of evil spirits.
Whether it is a copper coin or a paper man, it is already a product of the power of evil spirits alone. As for why these things will be obtained at zero, then there is only one possibility.
Newspaper, for him.
Yan Yan sneered in his heart. Even if this thing is good, the newspaper will never give zero resistance to evil spirits for no reason, seek skin from tigers, and die sooner or later.
"You said that you will die at the end of summer, you know what Diguai knows."
Ling nodded silently, then opened his dizzy left eye, looked at Yan Yan directly opposite, and finally said with a deep meaning: "Infinite Mission, I have counted your future..."
He said so many original intentions, nothing more than fancy Yan Yan's ability, and with his outstanding courage, to be honest, no one is unwilling to make friends with someone like Yan Yan, but no one wants to make friends with him.
Those who dared to speak strictly, either died or died. Until now, Yan Yan has almost become a lonely family, with Xu Lang only around him.
However, he doesn't care about this point. He is confident that he is also a criminal that the executors can't imagine, and has the brain and courage comparable to Xu Lang and Yan Yan, he can use Yan Yan in his palm.
Therefore, his body protruded slightly, and he believed that no one would be uninterested in his future. Once he strictly obeyed his words, he would fall into his control step by step.
But Yan Yan's performance completely disappointed him.
The stern man with his back to the darkness snorted unexpectedly after hearing this, and his laughter grew louder and louder, as if he heard some kind of extraordinarily funny joke, and the mockery in his tone was completely undisguised. .
Zero's face gradually solidified, and then gloomy, he asked hoarsely: "What are you laughing at?"
Yan Yan’s laughter stopped, his eyes flashed with dazzling light, the smile at the corner of his mouth did not fade away, but the words that he said were extremely mad: "Joke! What kind of shit, destiny, my stern word In my hands, I want to live, no one can manipulate."
The smile on his face disappeared completely. The arrogant and arrogant expression disappeared completely. He stood in front of Zero, looked at the wrinkled old face, and said every word: "No newspaper office!"
Such people as Yan Yan are born not to be manipulated by others, just as they say that newspaper offices are not good enough, and zero is even less qualified.
Yan Yan certainly saw Zero's intentions, so he didn't hide his mockery at all. He told them bluntly that he was not afraid to break his face with Zero, and he would not give up other people's life and death because of this. Regardless of.
At the very least, he sternly said that Xu Lang still exists.
Zero enjoys the power brought by sins, but also suffers from torture. The most intuitive price is the increasingly old appearance, and it can be concluded that dedication has vitality in addition to life.
Zero Now is no different from a withered old man in his seventies or eighties, that is to say, whether he is fighting, fleeing, or dealing with evil spirits, he does not have enough energy.
There are some things that only Yan Yan and others can do. He can use sins to resist evil spirits at critical moments, but he can't do enough to escape!
Yan Yan never believes that the mission crisis can be resolved with sins. After all, they will all escape, and as a strong adult male, he must escape faster than zero.
On the next level, relying on the 13th execution experience, he is very clear about the truth of the death of the lips and the teeth. Once all the other executors die, then Zero will not survive.
Ling looked at Yan Yan close at hand and couldn't say a word. Yan Yan almost guessed his mind. He really didn't dare to attack Yan Yan or anyone. His physical strength and energy. It doesn't help, someone needs to take him to complete the task.
Yan Yan looked at the turbid and unmoving right eye, pointed and said, "This is also a sinful thing."
Zero did not reply to him, and his right eye suddenly turned around at this moment. The strangest thing was that his left eye did not move, as if the left and right eyes were separated, and the right eye began to stare at some place outside the door by itself. There was dead silence there, but There is something darker and more terrifying.
He abruptly stood up from the sofa, and even the wooden frame of the sofa under his seat shook a little, and took a deep look at the same vigilant, but extremely leisurely and solemn statement.
Holding the copper coins on the table in his hand, the originally rickety body seemed to burst out a long-repressed spirit, calmly looked at the untouched door at the door, and said every word: " You and I have waited for four hours. The spirit of evil under the rainy night is about to knock on the door of the room. Yan Yan's eyes widened to see clearly, on what basis I can carry thirteen missions!"
Two gleaming copper coins were thrown into the sky by that old thin palm. The metal's crisp collision sound was extremely pleasing, swirling in the air, and finally the first copper coin fell on the ground, causing a cloud of dust. , And the second coin fell into the square hole of the first coin with extreme precision.
With a weird and exquisite gesture, the second coin kept spinning on the hole until its slightly notched side pointed to a corner in the room!
A thunder blasted, and Yan Yan's profile was illuminated by thunder and lightning. He slowly retreated to the position by the window, standing from a spectator angle, enjoying this unprecedented drama!
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Today may be the last day of the update, and the Wangen Welfare is over, but today’s update is particularly good. I am very satisfied with the last chapter, and it can be regarded as the end of this month’s update. (End of this chapter)