Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms: Chapter 83
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Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, his face moved subtlely, and suddenly he showed a rather serious smile.
When Chu He looked at his expression, he knew that there would be no good things, and as expected, he immediately heard him ask Maha with a smile: "My dear, since you have eaten too, mom has also seen you, and the misfortune has also happened. , Then are you going to return to the sea of blood next? Your father, I have been in a bad mood recently, if I miss my hand and chop you into three or five yuan..."
Maha replied: "Do you think someone is more likely to chop someone into three or five yuan?"
The yin wind howls, the world changes color. The huge movement caused by the magic dragon finally alarmed the clergy in the outer palace in the distance. On the snow-covered rolling mountain road, one after another shrines lit up.
With a loud noise, the dragon smashed into the scarlet torii not far away, opened its mouth in the blood basin, and let out an earth-shattering roar!
Father and son stared at each other in the gusty wind, and for a long while, they flicked their swords fiercely.
"You no longer have any binding force on me. The old man should quit the stage of history obediently, and try to interfere with others less."
Zhou Hui smiled and said: "Don't talk too much, who might withdraw from the stage of history. But I am quite sure that you will withdraw from the stage of life..."
Chu He's brow twitched.
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 eye under Yu's eyelashes flashed with a strange light:
"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 bright lights that made people unable to open their eyes!
The vermilion wooden pillars broke and fell one after another, and then landed heavily, making a dull noise in the bluestone corridor.
"Are you two sick?" Chu He said angrily: "If you don't do it, you can't die, don't you?!"
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At the same moment, on the altar of the temple.
Yan Lanyu firmly grasped the edge of the gap in time and space, and the terrible blue fire burst out from the whole body when the spell was burning. Not far away, Ai Tianyi knelt down on the side with blood on his face, shaking his head vigorously before regaining his sanity.
"Master... Master..." A tantric disciple half of his body was crushed in the collapsed gravel, and he reluctantly exclaimed: "Please do me a favor, Master Aida..."
"Damn it!" Aida Yoshihide cursed in the shock, staggered to his feet, kicked the big broken brick that was pressing on the disciple, and then regardless of whether the disciple could struggle to come out. Turned around and staggered towards Yan Lanyu.
I saw huge suction erupting from the gap in time and space, and almost half of Yan Lanyu's body was sucked 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.
That must be the countless wraith spirit sealed by Ise Shrine for hundreds of years. Its strength is almost realized-I saw two clear black handprints on Yan Lanyu’s ankle. Like the traces of being touched by a ghost in a horror movie, it is simply creepy at first glance.
"Damn it!"
In a hurry, Aida 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 cursed, slapped the charm on Yan Lanyu's heavenly spirit cover!
A sigh of air spread to all directions, the screams of the evil spirits screamed away, and the breathless wind around him suddenly cleared.
Yan Lanyu's body suddenly lost its support, and 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 brushing sound, the gap closed, and Yan Lanyu's figure disappeared in the void.
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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's death.
Countless fragmented images flashed up in all directions, swirling and falling.
That was really a clip 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-fashioned picture fell down like a screen, and in the yellowing light and shadow, a group of people forcibly handcuffed the man in the middle into the car, and then drove away in the tail smoke of the car.
The door of the house 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 tidal image continues. They are demons spreading from the depths of the ocean floor. They open their huge hands to wrap him up, crush them, and squeeze them from the inside out into a mass of blood mixed with bone dregs.
The stench filled the dark cell. A thin young man fell on the iron bed with rusty iron rings on his wrists and ankles, and the blood-stained chains extended to the corner of the wall.
There was a crash not far away, and the cell door opened. A few people in uniforms poured in, and please welcome in an old man with white beard and hair in the onmyoji hunting clothes.
"This is the lecturer of Dongda University?" The old man asked hoarsely, looking at the motionless young man on the iron bed.
"Yes, the master. He is an intelligence officer who has infiltrated our country's top-secret experimental project. We tracked him for half a year before we caught him, but no matter how tortured, he couldn't force his connector and the other spy organization. More..."
The old man looked at the young man with pale eyes. Although the other's eyes were open, there was no expression, 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: "If you don’t say this, even if tortured to death, he won’t say it, let alone he is dying. This kind of person whose age, gender, and four-column characters all correspond exactly Less, and more rare, this extremely strong soul, I have been searching for too long, too long..."
A few 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. Several low-level shikigami suddenly appeared. They stepped forward and pulled off the iron ropes on the young man’s Lifted up from the dirty and cold iron bed.
"Cough cough! Cough cough!" The posture change caused the young man to press into the abdominal cavity, and suddenly he coughed and coughed, 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 passing by, the young man suddenly raised his head and said hoarsely: "...I don't know anything... Said..."
"It doesn't matter," the old man said calmly.
"From now on, no one can hear you anymore."
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In a different dimension, Yan Lanyu's body was suddenly transformed by the vast void space, as if the time star was 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 the windows were sealed by blackened wooden strips, and light poured in from the gaps in the wooden strips, reflecting on the ground, the walls, and the iron fences where the doorway was firmly welded.
The light in the afternoon is so blurry and trance, 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 landed on a raised wooden pole in the middle of the big house.
There is a young man hanging on it.
The young man's head hangs weakly. Although his feet are on the ground, his whole body is leaning forward, and only relying on his hands separated and tied to the wooden frame as a support point, he does not fall to the ground.
His face is gray, the kind of damp gray during the rainy season, and even his chapped lips are the same color. The bridge of his nose is straight and the outline is deep, and he hasn't 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's a terrible body.
His chest, arms, and thighs showed signs of large muscles that were cut by a knife. The flesh and blood became black and dry, revealing dense white bones. The terrifying wound gave off a strong peculiar smell, causing mosquitoes to buzz and dance, vying to attach themselves to the flesh and blood of the flesh.
The terrible thing is that at this point, he is not dead yet.
Although it is difficult to detect, 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, followed by another step, and finally stood staggering in front of the young man, panting 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 physical body, directly out.
It's the same again, and it's the same again.
The past is over, history is frozen in the pages of the book, no matter what, nothing can be changed.
Yan Lanyu looked at the man blankly, her lips trembled violently, tears slowly welling from her eyes, and he let out a depressed, trembling and hoarse cry.
The iron gate opened with a bang, footsteps approaching from far away.
I saw two Onmyojis wearing hunting clothes walked into the big house. They were very young, in their early twenties, and their appearances were familiar with the time traveled many years later-one was Aida Yoshihide and the other was the Tantra palm. The door, Tianliqizhi.
Tian Erqizhi stood at the door with arms folded, looked around with interest, and said nothing.
Yoshihide Aida approached and took a look. He didn't see Yan Lanyu who was beside him in another time and space. He covered his nose and shook his head: "Hey, how come this person hasn't died for so long."
"It won't be so easy," Tian Yiqi said. When he was young, his voice had a deeper and more inattentive taste: "This is the process of refining the soul, and the grievances of the Yang Shihun must be accumulated to a certain level. Go to the underworld."
"Would it take a long time to suffer like this?"
"Almost."
"Really tenacious!" Aida Yoshihide shook his head with emotion, and drew a strange-shaped dagger from his back. He turned around and asked, "--Where do you think you cut today, Senior Brother Tiann?" /
They looked at each other for a moment, and Tian Erqi blinked his eyes and smiled: "It doesn't matter anywhere...just do it quickly."
In the void that no one can see, Yan Lanyu gasps in pain, shaking violently all over.
His fingernails were stuck in the flesh of his palm, and because of the force, bright red blood spilled from his fingers, but he did not respond.
He knows what will happen next.
He knows what kind of pain it is.
Why do you want 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 alive in front of oneself? !
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 really easier to start with a little more flesh," he said to himself, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of lack of interest when he caught 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. I 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 **** to the world.
He tried to grab Aida's hand again and again, but he went 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 didn't work.
Don't...!
Don't do this to me!
Stop it! stop! !
However, he could only have his eyes cracked, full of resentment, and watched Aida easily pierce the tip of the knife into his body, digging out a piece of **** flesh.
Yan Lanyu knelt on the ground, her fingers thrusting into her hair|hair with convulsion, and she let out a ghostly trembling cry.
"Okay, let's go back for business," Aida Yoshihide turned around and said relaxedly.
"Hmm."
Tian Erqizhi stood up from the wall he was leaning against, and just stepped towards the door, he suddenly paused.
"What's wrong?" Aida asked.
"..."
Tian Erqizhi did not answer, but turned his head and stared at the young man on the wooden stand who was trembling slightly from the pain and making vague whimpers, with a slightly confused expression.
"What's the matter, brother?"
Tian Wenqizhi 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: "Did you hear me wrong?"
"I don't know. It sounds very miserable, it seems to be...a cry that makes people uncomfortable to hear."
Tian Erqizhi also seemed to feel a little absurd, waved his hand with a smile, and walked out the door.
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I don't know when it started, Tian Qizhi will often come to this abandoned house twice.
Sometimes he came with Aida, most of which were executions; more often, he came alone, just like studying some esoteric problem, looking up and down the scarred young man with curiosity and interest.
Sometimes he brings some wine, but just drinks it by himself, as if he doesn'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 and colder. Where is your home? What is your hometown like this season?"
"No wonder the master wants to use you to refine the yin and yang souls, so why can't you still survive."
……
The young man's body is getting more and more*, and he spends the whole day in a coma.
However, Tian Erqizhi doesn’t care. He seems to find some pleasure in this way of self-drinking and talking to himself. He can even stay happily without saying anything sometimes. in the afternoon.
"Speaking of having known each other for so long, 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 without breathing.
Only the very inconspicuous faint ups and downs of his chest can prove that he has not completely died.
Tian Erqizhi sighed.
"It's a pity...If you don't know the name, you can't really know it."
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In the winter, the first snow finally fell. 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 falls, there are lively human voices from afar, and fireworks bloom in the night, reflecting the gorgeous fireworks.
The iron door of the cell opened again. Tian Wenqizhi, wrapped in a thick robe, carrying a lantern, carrying a pot of wine, and walking in with a cold air, 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... You don’t have to."
The young man's head moved slightly.
At this time, the fireworks burst into the night sky outside, and the momentary light reflected his barely raised eyes.
"..."
"Huh? Are you awake?" Tian Erqizhi was surprised, put down his glass and asked: "What did you say?"
"..."
The young man's lips moved, but there was no sound.
Tian Erqizhi 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 Erqizhi looked at him, with a slight pity in his eyes.
"Well, it's rare for you to last so long. Let me give you a New Year gift."
"..."
"You talk about your wish first, and then I talk about mine. It is fair trade to have a relationship-as long as I don't tell 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...I..."
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 they 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," Chen Qizhi said after a long time.
"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 Erqizhi waited for a long time, and could not hear anything except his own breath.
He finally smiled helplessly.
"...It seems that I should be bounced."
Tian Erqizhi raised his hand, put his four fingers together, and pressed it against the young man's cold chest.
Under your fingertips is a slightly beating heart-it persists 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 easily into the chest, touching the heart with the slight crackling sound of the bones.
The young man convulsed slightly, and then black blood poured out of the corner of his mouth, and a sudden, gasping sound came from his throat.
The next second his heart was pierced, and after a violent beating of his body, he collapsed silently.
——He won't move anymore.
The scarred soul that persisted for a long time, finally passed through the mountains and wilderness, over the frozen Miyako Strait, and whizzed towards his hometown 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 has been 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.
Fireworks bloomed, and laughter was endless.
Tian Erqizhi 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 shadows.
"...Happy New Year."
He said softly, turned and walked out of the cell.