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83.Chapter 83
Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, his expression moved subtlely, and suddenly he showed a not serious smile.
When Chu He saw his expression, he knew that there would be no good things, and as expected, he immediately listened to him and asked Maha with a smile: "My dear, since you have eaten too, your mother has also seen you, and the misfortune has also happened. Are you ready to go back to the blood sea? Your father, I have been in a bad mood recently, if I miss my hand, I will chop you into three or five yuan..."
Maha asked back: "Do you think someone is more likely to chop someone into three or five yuan?"
The wind howled, the world changed color. The huge movement caused by the dragon finally alarmed the clergy in the outer palace in the distance. On the snow-covered rolling mountain road, the shrines were lit up one after another.
With a loud bang, the dragon smashed into the scarlet torii not far away, opened its mouth in the blood basin, and let out an earth-shattering roar!
The father and son looked at each other in the gusty wind, and drew their swords fiercely.
"You don't have any binding force on me. The old man should quit the stage of history obediently, or interfere with others less."
Zhou Hui smiled and said: "Don't talk too much, who may withdraw from the stage of history. But I am quite sure that you will withdraw from the stage of life..."
Chu He's eyebrows jumped.
However, Maha's cold and frosty face did not express any anger. On the contrary, he lifted his chin slightly and stared at Zhou Hui condescendingly, the corner of his eyelashes flickering strangely:
"Let go of mother." He said lightly, "When you go to die, don't let my mother stand in front of you."
Chu He made a sudden move, but in the next second, Zhou Hui grabbed his collar and threw it back vigorously, then raised his knife and threw it in front of Maha!
Chu He landed steadily, and said sharply: "Zhou Hui! Maha!"
In the hurricane, the father and son of demon blood fought brazenly, and the sword slammed like a violent storm raging across the border, sending out thousands of glare that made people unable to open their eyes!
The vermilion wooden pillars broke and fell, and then fell heavily, making a dull noise on the bluestone corridor.
"Are you two sick?" Chu He said angrily: "If you don't do it, you can't die, right?!"
At the same moment, on the altar of the temple.
Yan Lanyu stubbornly grasped the edge of the gap in time and space, and the terrible blue fire burst out from his body when the spell was burning. Not far away, Aida Yoshi knelt down on the side with blood on his face, shaking his head vigorously to recover his sanity.
"Master... Master..." A esoteric sect disciple was crushed half of his body in the collapsed rubble, and he reluctantly shouted: "Please do me a favor, Master Aida..."
"Damn!" Aida Yoshihide cursed in the shock, staggered to his feet, kicked the big broken brick that was pressing on the disciple, and then turned around and staggered regardless of whether the disciple could struggle out or not. Yan Lanyu rushed.
I saw a huge suction burst out of the space-time gap, almost sucking half of Yan Lanyu's body in. However, at the same time, countless souls haunted him again, they were weeping and flying, and countless withered hands stretched out in the void, clutching his ankles, and nailing him to the ground.
It must be the countless wraith spirit sealed by Ise Jingu for hundreds of years. Its strength has almost been realized-I saw two clear black handprints on Yan Lanyu's ankle, just like a horror movie. The traces of being touched by a ghost in the movie are simply creepy at first glance.
"damn it!"
Aida was anxious, took out the last spell in the enchantment, chanted the spell quickly, and then a rare black fire ignited in the painting.
"Hurry up and die for me--" Ai Tian yelled, and slapped the charm on Yan Lanyu's heavenly spirit cover!
A sigh of gas spread to all directions, the screams of the injustices quickly went away, and the breathless wind around him suddenly cleared.
Yan Lanyu's body suddenly lost its support, Yin Shixun let out a long, long-lasting scream, and then his entire body was swallowed into the gap of time and space!
With a brush, the gap closed, and Yan Lanyu's figure disappeared into the void.
Darkness, nothingness.
Time stopped flowing, the air was so light that there was no sound, and the void was like a vast ocean.
Yan Lanyu tried his best to stretch out his hand, but his body slowly sank, and he could only watch the only light above his head rise and go away.
...What is this familiar feeling?
Yan Lanyu's eyes widened, but her pupils were blank and had no focus.
Yes, it is death.
Countless fragmented images flashed up in all directions, swirling and falling.
That's really a fragment from many, many years ago.
...
"Mr. Yan, we suspect that you are related to a software engineering leak. Please come with us."
"What are you doing? I'm just a lecturer...Hey! Let go of me!"
The old screen shot down like a screen. Amidst the yellowing light and shadow, a group of people forcibly handcuffed the man in the middle, escorted them into the car, and then drove away in the tail smoke of the car.
The house door opened behind him, and the wind rolled up the newspaper in the living room and flew to the ground.
In the dark, Yan Lanyu's sluggish face was pale and cold, like a doll, even the last feeling disappeared.
However, the surging pictures continued. They were demons spreading from the depths of the seabed, wrapped up with their giant hands, crushed them, and squeezed them from the inside out into a blood foam mixed with bone dregs.
The fishy stench filled the dim cell, and a thin young man fell on the iron bed, his wrists and ankles were locked with rusty iron rings, and the blood-stained chains extended to the corner of the wall.
There was a crash not far away, and the cell door opened. Several people in uniforms swarmed in, and welcome an old man with white beard and hair in onoji hunting clothes.
"Is this the lecturer of Dongda University?" The old man asked hoarsely, looking at the motionless young man on the iron bed.
"Yes, Master. He is an intelligence officer who sneaked into our country's top-secret experimental project. We tracked him for half a year before we caught him, but no matter how tortured, we can't force his connector and more information about the other spy organization. ..."
The old man looked at the young man with pale eyes. Although the other's eyes were open, there was no look, and there was no sign of being alive.
"Can I take him away?"
"This--"
The old man saw the other party’s hesitation, and slowly said, “Don’t say this, even if tortured to death, he won’t say it, let alone he is dying. I have been looking for a person whose age, gender, and four-poster horoscope correspond exactly. , What’s even more rare is that I’ve been looking for this extremely strong soul for too long, too long..."
Several people humbly said yes, and the old man said again: "Don't worry, I will greet you Metropolitan Police Department."
He raised his wrinkled hand, patted it slowly, and suddenly there were a few bangs in the air behind him, and several low-level gods appeared suddenly, and he stepped forward and pulled off the iron ropes on the young man’s hands and feet to remove him from the dirty Lifted up on the cold iron bed.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" The change of posture caused the young man to press into the abdominal cavity, and suddenly coughed husky, bringing out large patches of dark red blood.
The old man looked at with droopy eyelids, and saw the Shikigami carrying him out of the cell. When he passed by, the young man suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely: "...I...I won't say anything... …"
"It doesn't matter," the old man said calmly.
"Anyway, from now on, no one can hear you anymore."
In another dimension, Yan Lanyu's body was suddenly transformed by the vast void space, as if the time stars were shifting backwards, the next moment his feet touched the ground.
He was like a doll without feeling, he turned his head for a while and looked behind him.
Yes, he remembers here.
This is an abandoned Japanese-style building, empty and withered, covered with dust and cobwebs.
All windows were sealed by blackened wooden strips, and light poured in from the cracks in the wooden strips, reflected on the ground, walls, and iron fences where the doorway was welded.
The light in the afternoon is so blurred and tranced, and the dust floats slowly in the light, just like the silent plankton in the deep sea.
Yan Lanyu's eyes were scattered and out of focus, and it took a while before she fell to the middle of the big house, on a raised wooden pole.
There was a young man hanging on it.
The young man's head hangs weakly. Although his feet are on the ground, his whole body is in a forward-leaning posture. Only by relying on the hands that are separated and tied to the wooden frame as the fulcrum, he does not fall to the ground.
His face is gray, the kind of damp gray in the rainy season, and even his chapped lips are the same color. His nose is straight and the contour is deep, and he has not completely lost the shape of his facial features; but his eye sockets are deep and black, like a corpse in embarrassment.
Yan Lanyu's gaze fell on him without the slightest fluctuation.
It is a terrible body.
His chest, arms, and thighs all showed signs of large muscles that were cut by a knife, and the flesh and blood became black and dry, revealing dense white bones. The terrifying wound gave off a strong odor, which attracted mosquitoes to buzz and dance, vying to cling to the flesh and blood of the flesh.
The terrible thing is that at this point, he is not dead.
Although it is hard to notice, his chest is still undulating slightly.
Why not die? Yan Lanyu looked at him and thought.
Why am I still alive at this point?
He staggered forward one step, then another step, and finally stood staggering in front of the young man, breathing for a moment, and reaching out to the pale, thin neck.
——End my pain.
That's it, hurry up and end my pain...
However, the next moment, his fingers were inserted through the young man's neck, just like a virtual image without a solid body, directly out.
It's the same again, and it's the same again.
The past is over, history is solidified in the pages of the book, no matter what, nothing can be changed.
Yan Lanyu looked at the man blankly, her lips trembled violently, and tears slowly welled up from her eye sockets. He let out a depressed, trembling and hoarse cry.
The iron gate opened with a bang, and footsteps approached from far away.
I saw two Onmyojis wearing hunting clothes walked into the big house. They were very young, in their early twenties, and they looked familiar with time traveled many years later-one was Aida Yoshi, the other was the later head of Tantric Buddhism, Tian Qizhi.
Tian Qizhi stood at the door with arms folded, looked around with interest, and said nothing.
Aida Yoshihide approached and took a look, and didn't see Yan Lanyu who was beside him in another time and space. He covered his nose and shook his head: "Tsk, how come this person hasn't died for so long."
"It won't be so easy," Tian Qizhi said. When he was young, his voice had a thicker and more casual taste: "This is the process of refining the soul, and the resentment of the Yang World Soul must be accumulated to a certain level before it can be released into the underworld. ."
"Would it take a long time to suffer like this?"
"Roughly the same."
"Really tenacious!" Aida Yoshihide shook his head with emotion, and drew a strangely shaped short dagger from his back, and then asked, "——Where did you say today, Senior Brother Tiann?"
They stared at each other for a moment, Tian Qizhi blinked and smiled: "It doesn't matter where you are...just hurry up."
In the void that no one could see, Yan Lanyu gasped in pain, shaking violently all over.
His nails were stuck in the flesh of his palms, and because of too much force, bright red blood spilled from his fingers, but he did not respond.
He knows what will happen next.
He knew what kind of pain it was.
Why do you have to experience it again?
The humiliation and despair that have been forgotten at all costs, why should time change suddenly and fate should make people experience it again in front of one's own eyes? !
Aida seemed to be very interested in this kind of flesh-and-blood thing. He looked up and down in the young man's body, the blade was attached to the gray face, but then he moved away.
"Well, it's easier to start with more flesh," he said to himself, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of lack of interest when his eyes touched the buzzing mosquitoes.
"It looks so dirty, I don't know how many days I can live."
Aida casually selected the outer edge of the wound from which a muscle of the thigh had been removed, and put the blade on it. saw that the instrument of torture was very special, under the tip of the knife was a sharp spoon shape, shining with the cold light; if the blade was pierced, the torture instrument was slightly twisted to easily dig out the entire muscle.
Yan Lanyu reached out her hand in vain, but it was useless.
He is a phantom that travels through time and space, a resentful soul returning from hell to the world.
He tried to grab Aida's hand again and again, but he passed straight through the air again and again. He uttered a desperate cry, with a distorted choking as unwilling as a trapped beast, but even if he tried his best, it would not work.
Don't...!
Don't do this to me!
stop! stop! !
However, he could only see his eyes cracking, full of resentment, and watched Aida easily pierce the tip of the knife into his body, digging out a piece of bloody flesh.
Yan Lanyu knelt on the ground, piercing her hair with convulsive fingers, letting out a trembling cry.
"Okay, let's go back for business," Aida Yoshi turned around and said relaxedly.
"Hmm."
Tian Qizhi stood up from the wall he was leaning on, and just walked towards the door, suddenly paused.
"What's the matter?" Aida asked.
"..."
Tian Qizhi did not answer, but turned his head, staring at the young man on the wooden frame who was trembling slightly due to pain and making vague whimpers, his expression was a bit puzzled.
"What's the matter, brother?"
Tian Qizhi frowned, stood quietly for a while, then shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing...It's just that I heard the crying just now, and I feel a little strange."
Aida smiled and asked, "You got it wrong, right?"
"I don't know. It sounds very miserable, it seems to be... a cry that makes people uncomfortable to hear."
Tian Qizhi also seemed to feel a little absurd, smiled and waved his hand, and walked out the door.
I don't know when it will start, Tian Qizhi will often visit this abandoned house twice.
Sometimes he came with Aida, mostly executions; more often, he came by himself, just like studying some esoteric problem, looking up and down the scarred young man with curiosity and interest.
Sometimes he also brought some wine, but only drank it by himself, as if he didn't care about the smell of rot and run-down.
"It's really amazing to be a lecturer at Dongda at this age."
"The weather is getting colder, so where is your home? What is your hometown like this season?"
"No wonder the headmaster wants to use you to refine the yin and yang soul, so why can't you still survive?"
...
The young man's body became more and more violent, and he spent the whole day in a coma.
However, Tian Qizhi didn't care. He seemed to find some fun in this way of self-drinking and talking to himself, and he could even stay happily all afternoon without saying anything.
"It's said that I have known each other for so long and I still don't know your name." When he left one day, he suddenly looked at the young man with regret.
"If you can still speak, can you tell me your name?"
The young man closed his eyes tightly and did not breathe.
Only the extremely inconspicuous faint ups and downs of his chest can prove that he has not completely died.
Tian Qizhi sighed.
"It's a pity...If you don't know the name, you can't be regarded as real acquaintance."
In winter, the first snow finally fell, and the white snow mist was rising, and the cold wind was blowing in the small icy scum, making a whimper-like sound between the window eaves.
When night fell, lively voices came from afar, and fireworks opened in the night, reflecting the gorgeous fireworks.
The iron door of the cell opened again, Tian Qizhi wrapped in a thick robe, carrying a lantern, carrying a pot of wine, and walking in with a cold breath, and said with a smile: "Today is New Year's Eve."
"The New Year is coming. Today is the day of family reunion. It is said that the fireworks will be displayed all night." He sat on the floor, poured himself a glass of wine, and smiled: "Now, I wish myself a happy New Year, health and longevity... No need."
The young man's head moved slightly.
At this time, the fireworks in the night sky outside bloomed, and the momentary light reflected his barely raised eyes.
"..."
"Huh? Are you awake?" Tian Qizhi was surprised, put down his glass and asked, "What did you say?"
"..."
The young man's lips moved, but there was no sound.
Tian Qizhi stood up and walked to him.
The young man's condition is already very bad. His face is pale gray, his pupils are dilated, and his eyes are muddy, which is a sign of time. There is only the skeleton left on one of his arms, with dried flesh attached to it; the rest is not much better, but he should not feel pain anymore.
Tian Qizhi looked at him with a slight pity in his eyes.
"Well, it's rare that you lasted so long. Let me give you a New Year's gift."
"..."
"You talk about your wish first, and then I talk about mine. Only when there is a relationship is fair trade-as long as I don't ask me to suicide, everything else is fine, how about?"
The young man made a vague voice, and Tian Qizhi stared at him with interest.
"……I……"
"kill……"
"kill me……"
The cell fell into a long silence.
The fireworks outside the window lifted into the sky, reflecting the sky, and then there was a brilliant explosion when it bloomed. There was a lot of voices in the farther places, and the New Year's Eve Festival was so lively that it spread far away in the wind.
The cold wind made a hissing whimper from the gap in the window.
"Okay," Tian Qizhi said.
"But you have to tell me your name in exchange. This is the New Year gift I want."
However, the young man lowered his head, as if he had no extra energy to say one more word.
His head is drooping, and the sound is inaudible, as if even the heartbeat has stopped. Tian Qizhi waited for a long time, he could not hear anything except his own breath.
He finally smiled helplessly.
"...It seems that I should be bounced."
Tian Qizhi raised his hand and put his four fingers together, pressing against the cold chest of the young man.
Under your fingertips is a slightly beating heart-it has persisted for so long, so long that people even want to see it beating forever.
"Goodbye, someone who owes me a New Year's gift."
The four fingers cut into the chest easily, touching the heart with the slight crackling of the bones.
The young man convulsed slightly, and then black blood poured out from the corner of his mouth, and there was a rush of gas in his throat. The next second his heart was pierced, and after a violent beating of his body, he collapsed silently.
——He will never move again.
The scarred soul that persisted for a long time finally screamed towards his hometown through the mountains and wilderness, across the frozen Miyako Strait, in the freezing north wind on New Year's Eve.
There is a bell from afar, and zero is coming.
The shrine will ring one hundred and eight bells, graceful and solemn, endlessly curled. It means that the evil of the old year is driven away, and the well-being of the new year is coming; when the bell stops, it is zero o'clock, and the new year comes to the world in the hope of all people.
The fireworks bloomed and laughed endlessly.
Tian Qizhi pulled out his palm, making a slight noise when flesh and blood rubbed, he looked at the broken body of the young man, his eyes gloomy in the shadow.
"……happy New Year."
He said softly, then turned and walked out of the cell.