The discussion between the two came to an end for the time being, and the battle between Yuanzhi and his face seemed to be coming to an end.
In the end, there is no winner, nor can there be a winner. It is not so much that their original intention of tearing their faces is to win, but rather to prevent the other party from winning.
If you can't have it, then destroy it. This is Yuanzhi's choice, even if his opponent is himself.
He was like a corpse falling from a high altitude, with no normal bones in his whole body, lying there in a weird and twisted posture in the dim and slanted shadow of the lamp. A slight undulation of the chest cavity is vaguely visible, indicating that the breath has not expired, but it is also dying.
I observed with the original body for a while and saw that the situation over there was not dead and pretended, so I felt relieved to boldly step forward to check the situation.
I squatted in front of him and picked up the flashlight and shone it on his head. Only then did I fully see Yuanzhi's situation. Putting aside the hideous wounds on his face for the time being, his appearance is also surprising.
The hair has fallen off completely, the whole head is smooth, and the bones on the back of the head are deformed, and the forehead, bridge of the nose, bone filling and other parts can be vaguely seen.
Looking at his hands again, the skin on the back of his hands became swollen, palm lines appeared vaguely, and the bones and joints were able to bend in the opposite direction, which meant that he could make a fist back.
In a short time, he was infinitely close to the image of a double-faced person. It must also be the changes in the respiratory system that caused the huge changes in his voice.
"Who are you?" He said suddenly, it turned out that the mouth on the face on the back of his head barely opened, his lips had been torn into four petals, and blood gushing out every time he said a word.
"Ning Chuan." I said.
"Which Ning Chuan?" He asked again with difficulty.
I didn't say anything.
He actually laughed. Although the smile was bleeding, it was uglier than crying, but at least the emotion was conveyed, "If you don't say anything, it's the body in the mirror."
It is not surprising that Yuan Zhi can figure out who I am by relying on clues, but on the contrary, he can't figure out which makes people feel problematic.
So I confessed generously, "It's me."
Yuan Zhizheng had not spoken in his face, his eyes closed tightly, although one eyeball had been poked, the crystal mixed blood dried up on his face. It is estimated that he has been beaten to death.
The back of his head went on to say, "Walking on this road, do you know what you want?"
He estimated that he wouldn't be able to hold it for long, but the man is about to die. Why does it seem to be discussing philosophy with me
"I want to live."
He smiled sourly, "For me, life must be difficult, but for you, it is quite easy. This is not an answer, except for living..." He coughed, "Except for living, you have nothing more to want. ?"
Blessed to my soul, I suddenly understood what he wanted to do, "Xuanxu?"
His eyes seemed to flash with a hint of expression, "After going out, there is an address in my backpack. According to that address, you can find Tuoba's supreme pursuit for thousands of years."
"Xuanxu," he said.
I didn't say anything, Yuan Zhi said long ago that their stories are their own stories and have nothing to do with the longevity of Ning's history.
I haven't figured out for longevity yet, how can I have any energy to fall into a so-called mysterious void.
"You..." He turned his head hard, took a look at me, and then at the original body who had been silent, squatting on the side. "No matter which of you goes out, can you remember what I said?"
Neither of us made a sound. Obviously, even if you were about to die, we were too lazy to do some tricks. He smiled miserably, "It's a pity, a pity."
Finally raised his hand and beckoned to me, "Come here, I will say another word to you."
The best choice at this time was to remain unmoved, but because of his dying and sad appearance before, I relaxed some vigilance and subconsciously moved closer.
He has a weak breath, almost using his breath to say in my ear: "The previous words are not fake. Maybe, you are the ghost in our mouth?" (End of this chapter)