Resistance? No one could have left me with such injuries but myself. "
Xie Bai: "..."
When explaining, I have to boast about it by the way, as if it is a good thing to poke a hole or make a bunch of incisions for myself. There is probably no second such person in this world.
What he said made sense at first glance, and it was impossible to refute it. But Xie Bai has been fooled by him countless times, and he has long been immune to this seemingly reasonable nonsense.
Even if he couldn't find any counter-evidence for a while, Xie Bai didn't believe him.
Don't believe a word.
In fact, Xie Bai once had a little bit of suspicion—the strange injuries that Yin Wushu occasionally appeared in these years had something to do with him. In other words, it has something to do with the people who laid corpses on him.
As for what kind of connection? How can this connection be unraveled? Xie Bai didn't know.
But he would not ask Yin Wushu, because of Yin Wushu's temperament, if he asked, he would only change the topic half-truthfully, no matter how insinuating things he didn't want to say, he would not say a word. And what he is willing to say, he will not waste his time trying to hide it.
Instead of asking Yin Wushu, it would be more reliable for Xie Bai to directly find the person who set up the formation.
Xie Bai looked at Yin Wushu's exposed wrist with a cold face, until the skin there returned to its original state, and the last scar completely disappeared, then he looked away, pulled away the wooden chair next to Yin Wushu, and carried it to another shelter from the wind. The corners were put down heavily.
He sat in the wooden chair, and the little black cat that had been lying on his shoulder for a long time looked around, then jumped into his arms lightly, and nestled on him, fluffy like a small stove.
Xie Bai rested his head on the armrest of the wooden chair with one hand, stroking the little black cat in his arms with the other hand and closing his eyes.
To a certain extent, he still retains the human habit of feeling hungry and needing rest, but the frequency is different from ordinary people.
He sleeps lightly and has a lot of dreams, each time it is a chaotic fragment of the whole night, sometimes it is the impression he left of the corpse array before he was five years old, sometimes it is some illogical scenes, more often it is Yin Wushu .
Perhaps because he was in the same room with Yin Wushu, or perhaps because of the ridicule before, Xie Bai, who was only planning to take a rest, dreamed of the previous scene again.
Chapter 26
It was the fifteenth day of the first month of the year, and the weather was warmer than that of the twelfth lunar month. The red plum blossoms in Yinwu Academy were about to expire, and three or two flowers fell on the ground, exuding a faint cold fragrance.
At that time, I don't know if it was due to the causal influence of Xie Bai's surviving body, as a prostitute, he got another hundred years of life by chance, so Xie Bai's term of office was naturally extended for another hundred years.
But this does not mean that he can relax for another hundred years without any burden. A long time ago, when he was only seven or eight years old, Yin Wushu had already taught him to refine the Yin corpse energy inhaled into his body. Until the first month of this year, it has been fifteen years.
The refinement of his yin corpse energy has achieved initial results, and it can be controlled freely. When it radiates out, it looks like a black mist dripping with ink.
On the fifteenth day, Xie Bai spent the whole afternoon practicing how to transform the black mist into a tangible entity.
Yin Wushu has always liked fairy-like long robes with wide robes and big sleeves. This aesthetic has naturally been inherited from Xie Bai, so the appearance of his robes is almost the same as that of Yin Wushu. So that afternoon, every time Xie Bai raised his hand to shake off the black mist, the wide cuffs, which were as white as clouds and snow, would be lifted up by the wind of his hand, and two folds were lightly stacked, exposing the thin wrist with slightly protruding muscles and bones under the sleeve.
With a leisurely smile on his face, Yin Wushu volunteered to be Xie Bai's target, and practiced with him for a whole afternoon.
When it was time to rest in the evening, Xie Bai put away the black mist and looked at him, wanting to hear some comments from him, for example, when the black mist hit his palm, did it really feel the touch? Is it strong enough when tightened
As a result, Yin Wushu pointed to his sleeve with a smile and said, "The dance is pretty good, how about another one?"
Xie Bai's face was paralyzed in an instant: "..."
Yin Wushu picked up the books lying flat on the stone table in the yard, walked towards the room with a smile, his free other hand was hanging by his side, most of it was covered by the wide cuff, only a section of thin white knuckles was exposed.
When he passed by Xie Bai's side, he stopped for a while, and then raised his hand to touch the top of Xie Bai's head.
Xie Bai was taken aback by the touch, and before he came back, he saw Yin Wushu spreading his palm in front of him, and lying on the palm was a plum blossom that fell on Xie Bai's head at some point, and said: "Dancing with a flower is pretty cool." Flavor."
Xie Bai: "..."
He was already in his twenties at this time, when he was in his teens