Ice Fantasy Chapter 18: Snow Country(13)

The new year is approaching gradually, and the smiles on everyone's faces are getting quieter and warmer. Looking at the quiet and peaceful light on everyone's faces, I always feel a kind of ordinary happiness in my heart. When we are happy, a few of us will even stand in the empty courtyard in front of Tingzhuxuan and perform illusions. Chao Ya summons countless butterflies with the sound of the piano, lingering in the sky of the entire inn. The moon **** shattered the moonlight in his hand, and hung those shining fragments on the surrounding bare tree trunks, like shining stars hiding among the tree trunks. And I always lift up the snowflakes on the ground, then clasp my ring finger, and use illusion to turn all those flying snowflakes into pink cherry blossom petals. The waiter in the mortal shop was stunned, he smiled happily, and even brought his wife and children over to watch. In their eyes, those of us with white hair and robes are the greatest gods.

For the first time in my life, I experienced the simple and bright joys of the mortal world. I discovered that the illusion brought not only killing, death, and blood, but also hope, justice, and high spirits.

But on the night of the arrival of the new year, the shadow of death covered again, and all those forgotten tragedies and brokenness surged up again, like a nightmare that never wakes up.

In that night, when we were sitting around the table in the middle of the lobby, suddenly there was shouting from outside the house. I saw that the faces of Huang Tuo and Luna changed at the same time, and Huang Tuo said: "A crow."

However, when everyone rushed out, they only saw Yazhao standing in the courtyard, with messy long hair and blue and strange eyes. He was shirtless, holding his unique purple ice sword in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a strange shadow.

Entropy crack walked over and asked him: Yazhao, what are you doing?

Yizhao didn't speak, his eyes were suddenly filled with endless snowflakes, but he still couldn't hide the blue shadow in his eyes.

Just as Entropy Crack was about to walk over, Chao Ya's voice came from behind, ethereal and void. She called the entropy crack back, because Ya Zhao has been controlled by the dream, and now she is the only one who can manipulate the dream.

Chao Ya's zither sound was rapid and intense, and in an instant, it seemed that countless silver-white silk threads ran through all the surrounding spaces, and countless white butterflies emerged from the space. I know that Chao Ya is manipulating the dream, she wants to transfer Ya Zhao from that terrible dream to the dream she created.

Ya Zhao's long hair suddenly flew upwards, and there seemed to be a strong wind swirling upwards around him. But when I turned my head to look at Chao Ya, I saw white blood gushing out of Chao Ya's mouth, and those white blood fell on the black ground of the courtyard, turning into countless fragmented butterflies. Then Huang Tuo ran over and put her into his protective barrier.

Chao Ya's eyes were in a trance, and she said to me the moment before she passed out: Wang, so I can't control that dream, because the maker of that dream is too powerful.

Ya Zhao's death was particularly tragic. He raised up the purple ice sword he had worn all his life, and then stabbed it into his chest. When the cold ice sword pierced his chest, I heard the muffled sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, and then the blue shadow in Ya Zhao’s eyes suddenly disappeared, turning into white and crystal pupils again, I knew He has come out of the dream. But when he came out, he could only watch himself face death.

He fell backwards, and when his body was leaning, he looked at me and Entropy Lie and said: King, Prince, please be careful of the ice blue... But he couldn't say a word anymore, he Looking at the blue sky with his eyes, he lost any expression.

The new year is still here, slowly coming under the white shroud of death. I feel colder than ever.

Heavy snow began to fall, piece by piece, covering the whole world.

There is a lamp on the table, and the light of the oil lamp softly diffuses around the room. The dim yellow light makes the atmosphere of this winter's desolation a lot weaker.

Chao Ya is still lying on the bed, Huang Tuo's protective barrier is still covering her body. Luna stood by the window, and the wind blew through the night, blowing her hair in all directions. Huang Tuo asked: Wang, what do you think of the death of Yazhao?

All I can say is that crows did it. Luna turned around and said to me: Not necessarily, maybe the Western Dharma Protector has already appeared. I asked Luna: So, who would it be? Luna said: Anyone is possible. Luna looked at Chao Ya lying on the bed, then turned to me and said: Wang, can you come out for a while? The winter in the mortal world is actually colder than the winter in Renxue City. Even though it was the New Year, when those naughty children went home after playing tired, the whole street became very deserted. On the ground are the fireworks and confetti they let go and the lanterns they played with, piled up in ruins on the snow-covered streets on both sides.

Luna stood in the wind, her long hair and robe flying from behind her. She said: Wang, I solemnly tell you something, first, I doubt Chao Ya; second, I doubt Huang Tuo. Between the two of them, one is the Western Dharma Protector.

I saw the wind and snow in Luna's eyes, and I suddenly felt as if my body had been emptied. I asked her weakly: Why?

About Chao Ya, Wang, let me ask you, what do you think of Chao Ya's ability to manipulate dreams after passing Die Che's Temple of Breaking Heaven?

It has definitely reached the spiritual power of a first-class astrologer. How does it compare to me? Honestly, it should be above you.

Indeed, Wang, Chao Ya's level of creating dreams is already higher than mine. In a sense, she can already be regarded as an excellent astrologer. Among the assassination techniques I have learned, there is the method of manipulating dreams, and Ya Zhao also died under this assassination method. But, Wang, you know what? Even I have the ability to break the dream that envelops the child today. It's just that Chao Ya had already started to do it at that time, I thought that dream was a very simple matter for Chao Ya, so I didn't do it. But Chao Ya was hurt by that dream, and when I wanted to do something, Ya Zhao was already dead.

You mean...I mean, Luna looked at me and said slowly: Chao Ya is fully capable of breaking that dream, but she didn't save Ya Zhao, and she was pretending to be hurt. So what about Huang Tuo?

Since Chao Ya was pretending to be injured, then Huang Tuo should have found out, but Huang Tuo didn't say anything, he and Chao Ya were acting together. Moreover, there are many things about Huang Tuo that make me feel unbelievable. I don't know what it is, but it's just an intuition.

The wind blows from the end of the long street and from the back of Luna. The cold wind is like thin and sharp ice, cutting my face one by one. I looked at Luna and felt the despair I had never experienced before.

I have to admit that Western Protector is the most formidable opponent I have ever met, even he can easily kill people around me without showing up. And I could only stand in the middle of the snow and watch the people around me die one by one.

When I returned to the inn that night, the lights in Chao Ya's room had already gone out. The lights in Huang Tuo's room had also been extinguished.

I was lying on the bed, but the nightmares pressed on me one after another, those dead souls bloomed into trance ripples in the sky, they talked, smiled, and felt sad in my ears. Those past events come from nothing. Memories of standing still in my dreams swept over, and everything crumbled and crashed down. And I stood in the ruins, on the corpses of those withered and yellowed cherry blossom petals, tears streaming down my face.

Several huge snowbirds flew across the sky, and those clear chirps carved indelible scars on my white pupils. At the end of the dream, the land was full of flaming red lotus again, just like when Shi Shi died hundreds of years ago, those red lotus spewed out from the end of the sky like magma, spewed out from the gaps in the clouds, and finally submerged Lost everything.

The flames burst into the sky.

The second person who was manipulated by the dream and died was Yu Po. Just like Ya Zhao, he pierced his chest with the three-thorn sword, still had weird blue eyes, a shadowy smile, and a strong wind surging from the ground.

When we arrived at Yu Po, he had already pierced his chest with the three-thorn sword. Neither Luna nor Chao Ya had time to decipher the dream that enveloped him.

Then there is the third one, Tong Xie. When Entropy Crack saw Tong Xie lying on the ground, he didn't say anything, just kept looking at the blue sky. After a long time, he said: All my men died in the end. Maybe it should be me next.

The new year has finally passed, but this new year is filled with too much breath of death. We didn't tell the new waiter about the deaths of these people, because he was such a pure and simple person, and he might never experience these bizarre deaths and weird assassinations in his life. He is just a simple and happy mortal person, content with his own life, happily living with his family for a hundred years, and then leaving calmly and peacefully. Sometimes I think that this kind of life may be the real happy life, instead of being like me, a king imprisoned by infinite shackles. Great spiritual power, but always lonely.

The waiter is still busy every day, welcoming the prodigal sons who have restarted their wandering and the pedestrians on the journey with a smile. The owner's child still plays with his ice-blue ball every day, and when he sees us, he smiles happily and asks us to play with him. The whole mortal world is still running according to its usual trajectory, without any abnormalities.

However, the breath of death still hangs over our heads, like a thick and thick dark cloud, which lingers for a long time without seeing light or breaking wind.

No one knows how Yazhao and Yupo were manipulated by the dream. According to their spiritual power, it is impossible for them to be easily manipulated to the point of committing suicide. Unless it was completely defenseless at the beginning, and then fell into a dream and could never come out again. But after so many bizarre deaths, it is impossible for Yazhao and Yupo to relax their vigilance, unless the person who controlled them with dreams is someone they will never suspect. After the incident, Luna told me this, but I didn't say anything, and neither did Huang Tuo. Because we all don't know what to do now, completely disoriented, it seems that all we can wait is the Raven and the Western Warden to continue killing.

Huang Tuo suddenly said: Wang, do you still remember the third dream of Xing Gui? Luna's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said: Of course I remember, Xinggui tells us to open when there is no clue, no direction and no way to move forward.

That dream is a lengthy but extremely simple dream, because the whole dream is Ying Kongshi, my younger brother. With his handsome and unruly face, in the dream, Shi ran towards the distance, running far away, cherry blossoms and snow kept falling from behind him, covering the traces of his running. In the farthest distance, where the horizon fell, Shi became his childhood appearance. He stood on the horizon and smiled at me. The heavy snow fell and piled up on his hands and turned into a snow-white ball. The voice of his voice diffused indistinctly from the horizon, he called me, brother, are you happy? are you happy? I have never been able to understand why Xinggui gave me this dream, is it so that I can recall Ying Kongshi, or is there some other meaning? If it only reminds me of Ying Kong Shi, then why did she ask me to open it when I have no clue at all? I suddenly remembered a dream that Xing Jiu gave me before, that dream in which my younger brother and I passed the illusionist qualification in Luoyingpo, maybe like this dream, some details have been ignored by us all the time.

So I re-entered that dream, and carefully observed everything that happened around me. At the end of the dream, I finally discovered the secret that Xing Gui wanted to tell us.

The snow has stopped, but there is still thick snow on the green bamboo leaves, which will fall like poplar flowers under the blowing of the wind.

Chao Ya was playing the piano in the courtyard, Huang Tuo and I were in the room, we didn't speak to each other. Then we suddenly heard Chao Ya's scream, looking out the window from my angle, Chao Ya's eyes turned an eerie blue. Her long robe and long hair suddenly flew upwards, and her qin was suspended directly above her head by her spiritual power, countless white butterflies transformed from the strings and swirled around herself.

Huang Tuo looked at me and nodded, he said: Wang, it is indeed exactly as you expected.

When Huang Tuo and I walked into the courtyard, Chao Ya's hair was fluttering in the wind in a mess, her pupils became more and more strangely blue, and the shopkeeper's son was standing beside Chao Ya, panicked. With tears in his eyes, he said fearfully: Sister, what's wrong with you?

I walked over, knelt down in front of that child, stroked his hair bun, and said to him: My sister is fine, my sister is just controlled by your dream assassination technique, she is fine.

The kid looked at me and didn't understand what I was talking about, so he said: Brother, what are you talking about? I suddenly raised my hand, and a sharp and short ice blade suddenly flew out and cut the black rope that tied the child's hair, and then his hair was scattered on the ground long, surpassing the mortals I transformed in this western guardian Everyone's hair that Shili has seen, including Entropy Rift. Compared with him, Entropy Crack is more like an ignorant child. And Chao Ya's hair suddenly stopped tearing and blowing, and fell quietly, leaking like mercury along her illusion robe. Her eyes are pure white, and the pupils are as clean and pure as the cleanest ice. She said: Little brother, I said I'm fine, I'm just under the control of your dream.

Then the child's face suddenly became indescribably cold and harsh, like a sharp new wind blowing across the face.

He looked at me without saying a word, but his eyes were still sharp and serious. I said: Crow, you can stop now.

The crow looked at me, and he said: You can't know that I belong to the crow, it's impossible. I said: Yes, it is indeed impossible, but I still know. The crow looked at me, and then at Chao Ya, he said: You are acting, Chao Ya is not under control at all?

Chao Ya said: Yes, I am acting. But I have to admit that you are the best manipulator of dreams I have ever seen, and I almost indulged in your dreams and couldn't wake up. If I hadn't been prepared, I think I should strangle myself to death with the strings now.

The crow looked at me and said: Why do you suspect me? When Iridium Zhao died, Phoenix must have been drinking with Entropy in the hall, so it was definitely not Phoenix Huaxiao who killed Iridium Zhao. Moreover, it is impossible for the Western Guardian to do this kind of thing in person, so the crow must have killed Iridium.

So how do you suspect that the crow is me? Because we looked at the wound on Iridium's throat and found that the wound was cut into the skin from bottom to top, that is to say, the person who killed Iridium shot from a place much shorter than Iridium's, and then pierced her throat with a sword , so we thought that the person who killed her must be an exceptionally small person, and someone she would never suspect, because she didn't even have the strength to fight back.

What else? There is also the death of Pianfeng. At that time, Huang Tuo said that the assassin was definitely still in that room, but we didn't see anyone coming out of the room. In fact, someone did come out of the room, and that person is you. Because you are too small and have not yet reached the waist height of the flower effect, so you are blocked by the fence in the corridor. From our perspective, it is as if the flower effect is watching a transparent person come out.

So you thought it was me? Not yet, I just felt weird at that time. Then I further doubted you because of a word from the Moon God.