Since Bai Ye is dead, I am afraid it will not last long.
Li Yuanyi walked over with both hands in his pockets, looking at me and Ning San, "We have reached the last step, let's discuss it. Which of you two is going in?"
Seeing his smile, I suddenly remembered a line in "Let the Bullets Fly", "He is not decent, let him be decent". I want to come to Li Yuanyi at this moment, his final task is to prevent us from being dishonest.
After all, the Ning family has worked so hard and lonely, and it is impossible to fail at the last moment because of a greedy person named Ning Chuan who is afraid of death.
Didn’t they all arrange two Ningchuan specifically, there is always one to die and one to live, as for the moment, don’t hesitate, if you can still call 120, it’s better, if you can’t call 120, just look at me. To survive.
I ignored Li Yuanyi and waved to Chongyang, "I'm going to die." I said.
"I know." Chongyang said softly.
Suddenly, I felt a little relieved. It was me who died, not Ning Chuan. The sadness of many people before death is one of the many regrets in their lives, and the other is that they have been separated from the people around them forever.
But for me, these two points do not exist. I have no ambitions. Even if I still have two or three wishes, Ning San is still in the world. As for the eternal separation of heaven and man, I don’t know where to start. , Thinking of this, I was a little relieved.
If there are two Ningchuan, then no one is Ningchuan. If one Ningchuan dies, there will be a real Ningchuan.
"Like Bai Ye said, I don't know why things have come to this point, and even in the end, they start to become mysterious. What is the Fuxi sword or sacrifices blood, brain ischemia, I can't figure it out, I hope it is true. Yes. I can't walk anymore, take me in." I said.
Ning San and Chongyang also had gunshot wounds on their bodies. They endured the pain and framed me. Before I walked deep into the blood vessel, I looked at Li Yuanyi, who was standing still, "You won't come in?"
He smiled slightly, "It's not necessary to say goodbye."
"Okay." I said.
After a few steps forward, he turned around and asked him, "Are you the person arranged by Ning Hanqing or Ningshan?"
"Ning's history."
"Yeah." I nodded again.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and I heard the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels around me. Finally Yi Wang appeared before our eyes as if in a boiling pool of blood.
I said to Chongyang again, ": You also go out first, I will talk to your third father."
Chongyang didn't express his dissatisfaction this time, but he nodded and walked out.
Ning San couldn't hold me alone, and let me sit on the ground slowly. With the movements, the blood flowing in my abdomen accelerated. "He admitted that you are the third father." I said with a smile.
Ning San just watched, I smiled, put my hands on my eyes, and stopped moving, "There is nothing to cry," I said, "I was mentally prepared to die when I was in Daxinganling. "
"This time is different from the past." Ning San said.
I was stunned, "That's right. One is to go to justice generously, and the other is to die."
Seeing my breath worse than for a while, he finally said, "Is there any last words to say?"
On the contrary, I feel that I can hold on a little longer and return to the light, which is about what I mean. "In the last words, one is Chongyang. If... the mother of the wet dragon said that consciousness has only existed for three years, then Chongyang will be next year. But you and him both took the fruit of the Totem of Immortality. As for who used the blood of the mother of the wet flood… "I smiled," I'm not clear-headed, and I can't figure it out. You can make your own decision. That's it."
"You just shirk responsibility." Ning San said with a wry smile.
"I am a dying person, and it is too cruel to make me take responsibility."
"anything else?"
I didn’t know what to say for a while. Thinking back on the bizarre road, I came into such a scene, "You said..." I said in a low voice, "I will wait for everything to be understood in the future. How about writing it as a novel?"
Ning Sanyi smiled, "I have this idea."
"Fuck." I cursed, "It's all cheaper for you kid, Ningda who died in the Greater Xing'an Mountains, and I who died in the Changshan Mountains can't be the protagonist. Instead, let you be the protagonist."
Ning San thought for a while, "Then I can't take advantage of the two of you. When that happens, I will write in the first person. The protagonist in the first half will be Ning Da, and then I will become you, but after today, I will become me."
I was silent for a moment, "It's okay, they certainly can't think of it, a novel written in the first person, where the protagonist can die two, is also considered a wonderful work."
Ning Sanyi smiled, and the situation became quite cold.
I felt that I was really going to be dying, so I stopped talking about these and not, and just opened up with him, and asked him, "You should have something to say to me, or if you have something to ask me. ."
Ning San smiled, "I don't dare to ask. You left me to talk so much, so there must be other things to tell me."
I sighed and said, "I've reached this point, let me talk about it, but you should have already noticed it."
"Be tactful."
"it is good."
I was thinking about how to be a little bit euphemistic for him, "You said, when the time comes to write a novel, the part with my main perspective, for a long time, you and I were separated, what exactly did I experience during that time? , Do you know? For example, after coming out of Daxinganling, Gu Tang and I lived in Beijing during the time."
"You told me everything."
"Yeah." I nodded. "But how can you guarantee that what I told you is true?"
Ning San stopped talking.
"In front of Sister Pao's grave, what you said was not to Sister Pao, but to me. You suspected that I was hiding something from you at that time."
Ning San nodded, but then smiled in relief, "It should be the time when you and Gu Tang were in Beijing. You had something to hide from me. I'm really curious about what happened during that time, which made you feel uncomfortable. I can't believe it either. There are some things that I have to hide.
"Hahahaha." I laughed a few times, feeling the blood pouring into my throat, "It's not hiding from you, when you write a novel, don't you just use this paragraph to deceive readers and make a big reversal?"
Ning San suddenly said loudly, "You fucking still kidding here!" He moved over and grabbed my collar. "Gao Xia died in Sichuan, and Bai Ye's body is outside. Ning Shan's life and death are unknown. They cheated one by one. I use me, is it the fucking end, I can't even believe me!"
"There is also Gu Tang," I said, "Gu Tang and I are in a group, he actually never came to Vietnam at all."
Hearing this, Ning San couldn't help but increase his strength.
The blood in my throat finally came out and splashed on the back of his hand. I smiled and tried to pull his hand away, "I really didn't believe you at the time, because of this shit longevity plan, his mother was an onion. After peeling one layer, there is another layer, after peeling one layer, there is another layer, the wet flood, not the last layer... In fact, you should be able to connect many things."
Ning San looked at me, "You'd better finish talking before you die, when others say that the storyline is not good enough."
I chuckled, "I can't finish talking, you can guess it even if you go out. As for the plot of the story, if you don't make up a paragraph, you just say I'm Ning Er, before dying, I will give generously and die with all my words..." said As I spoke, I felt like I was really dying, so I speeded up my speech, "In Daxinganling, when we eavesdropped on Yuanzhi talking to the back of his own head, Yuanzhi said that he felt that the peeping was not dead. This is the reason. 1. The country of wet floods was originally on the bottom of the sea, why was it suddenly lifted to the land? This is the second; the mother of wet floods has obviously lost her fertility, how did so many existing first-generation wet floods come from? Three; How did this underground river exactly like the one under Longshan come from? The people who built the stone pillars and stairs, and where did the bones piled up on the banks of the river come from? This is the fourth one; and the most important one. , Why would I hide something because I didn’t believe you? This is the fifth."
Ning San smiled coldly, already figured it out, "It's not bad to bury so many foreshadowings."
"I'm going to die." I said, "Throw me away, I can't move anymore. From then on, there is no Ning Er and Ning San in the world, only Ning Chuan."
Ning Chuan wiped his eyes and slowly moved me into the pool of blood.
It hurts, how does this blood look like sulfuric acid
Ning Chuan didn't wait much, he turned and walked out, and I slowly sank. Before closing my eyes, the last sentence I remembered was that of the mother of the wet flood, the Yellow River walks eastward, and the white sunset west sea , These vicissitudes of life, the sun rises and the moon sets, never to be seen again.
—The end of "Longevity Project Volume IV: The Land of Wet Floods" (end of this chapter)