The Heartless Mage Chapter 249: A hundred years of love and hatred

Under the guidance of the Bone God, Shi Gaofei made countless wrong journeys, and at the same time spent countless wrongful money to buy train tickets from scalpers. Later, as the Spring Festival approached, he really couldn't even catch the scalpers, so he had to change the means of transportation, taking whatever car he had. Holding his small schoolbag and curling up in the luggage compartment of a black bus, his face was covered in dust and fireworks. He picked out his thin neck from the collar of his dirty down jacket, and thinned into a big knife beetle.

Bone God is also in a hurry, and for the first time discovers that he is a road blind. The big container trucks full of salmon are indeed heading south, but there are too many roads to the south, and there are too many big trucks on the road. The Bone God floats around all day long, has been a ghost for decades, and is busier than when he was alive for the first time. Later, he was so exhausted that he didn't want to worry about this mess anymore, but he had rescued him from Ding Sihan once, and he asked himself, feeling that he still couldn't get away halfway.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Wuxin's turbulence finally stopped.

He was still awake, feeling that he was hanging on the ground, and his ears could vaguely hear people's words, his accent was thick, and he was vaguely complaining about the cold weather and slippery roads. The voices came and went, showing that there were not a few people escorting the suitcases.

He was still cold, and the Bone God had not appeared for a long time, which made him suspect that the other party was lost. It's okay to lose it, he's just a careless ghost, and has nothing to do with Wuxin. It was Shi Gaofei who didn't want to miss him, because the Bone God repeatedly told him that Shi Gaofei was here and Shi Gaofei was there - Shi Gaofei went farther and farther, and he was already thousands of miles away from Jiangkou City.

He now prefers to keep Scrooge at home ruthlessly for all the benefits Scrooge has done to him.

The body sometimes rises, sometimes sinks, showing that the outside world is not a flat terrain. The human voice gradually stopped, and suddenly he heard a few clanging sounds, and then he vaguely felt the light. Someone above said vaguely: "There is frost in the keyhole."

He was answered by a friendly male voice: "It's raining too much this year."

Wanxin's ears can't move, and even his brains are frozen. However, the remaining consciousness told him: the person who answered was Ding Sihan!

Ding Sihan's small villa is located in the forest at the junction of Yunnan and Guizhou. It is not quite appropriate to say that it is a villa, because the surrounding is full of poor mountains and rivers, and it is also a few miles away from the nearest village. Because the environmental conditions are not good, he will only come to live for a few days when it is absolutely necessary, such as this moment.

Sitting in the empty little living room, he put his woolly gloved hands on his thighs. The winter in the south is getting colder and colder, and his clothes are no thinner than when he was in Eguchi City. Ordering the bodyguard to lift the big suitcase, he raised his hand and flipped it down. He understood the bodyguards who had been with him for several years, and was about to turn the big suitcase down. The white human figure in the box slammed on the floor tiles with a loud "gudong" sound, which is called Qingyue, because the human figure is frozen hard, and its weight and hardness are similar to a stone.

The outermost nylon rope can be undone, and the thick tape is frozen together, so it needs to be warmed for a while. Ding Sihan patiently stared at the human figure on the ground, watching a thin layer of frost gradually condense on his surface. The thin frost slowly melted, and a bodyguard began to try to remove the thick tape. The tape was wrapped neatly, and it was peeled from bottom to top in circles. One layer after another. The layers were exposed to the end, and the skin color was finally revealed inside.

Wuxin is still a large block of ice frozen from the inside to the outside. It can't move, but the feeling is still sharp. The thick tape was glued to his hair and eyebrows, and as the bodyguards tore him, his head became bare in the severe pain, and even his eyelashes were not spared. He was in great pain, his frozen eyelids seemed to be open and wide, and his eyes were sluggishly rolling back and forth. Before he could get over the pain on the top of his head, the thick tape was exposed to his lower body, and he hurt again.

In the end, he finally saw the sun completely, covered with a sticky sticker from head to toe. The upper and lower eyelids of one eye were stuck, and he opened the other eye and looked up, meeting Ding Sihan's condescending gaze.

While the two sides looked at each other, the bodyguard pulled out the gauze from his mouth and nose. The gauze was frozen in the throat and nasal cavity, and the bodyguard pulled it hard, and the surface of the gauze pulled out a thread of pink mucous membrane. Wu was extremely distressed, his eyes shoved outward as the bodyguard pulled him, and then he cried out "ah".

Ding Sihan didn't say anything, he put his hands on his knees and smiled at him.

Wunxin stopped screaming, looking forward with his mouth open and his eyes straight. Looking at it, he slowly closed his mouth. The Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and he opened his mouth again, pushing out a piece of pink blood ice with his tongue.

The bodyguard obviously respects Ding Sihan very much. Not only does he say "sir" respectfully, but he also speaks and behaves quietly, as if he is afraid of scaring Mr. Under Ding Sihan's order, they wiped off the stickers on Wuxin's body with alcohol. No matter how cold the weather is, the temperature is above zero. The ice in Wuxin melted little by little, and before his body softened completely, Ding Mao got up and ordered the bodyguard to drag him into the basement.

The basement is like a concrete box with fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. After entering the door, a cross made of welded steel bars stood in front of the facing wall. Long and short chains were wrapped around the cross. Wuxin was pushed down by the bodyguards and tied to a cross. Not only were his hands and feet chained and handcuffed, but his neck was even tied to the top of the cross with iron rings. Wuxin's other eye also opened, looking at Ding Sihan steadily. Ding Sihan put one arm around his chest and rested his chin in the other. The gray hair is neatly combed, and the eyes are bright behind the glasses. When the bodyguards tied Wuxin Wuhua to the cross, he first waved his hand outwards, then tilted his head at Wuxin, raised his eyebrows, and smiled again.

The bodyguard withdrew, and the door was closed. Ding Sihan nodded slightly and sighed briefly: "Time flies, I don't care."

An old voice echoes in the empty basement with a sly grin. All the terrifying expectations have come true, and Wuxin asked him as if he was struggling: "Who are you?"

Ding Sihan shook his head: "I don't know."

Then he spread out one hand, lowered his eyelids and looked at the palm of his hand, his tone was very gentle: "He has me, I have him. We are not pure souls, I am not me, he is not him ."

Close his fingers and raise his eyes forward, he said clearly: "Wuxin, you killed the real me."

Intentionally hurt, cold, thirsty, and hungry, all kinds of pain developed together to the extreme. Stretching out his tongue and licking his withered lips, his tongue had just peeled off a layer of skin, and with a lick, it dyed his pale lips a pink color.

"I didn't kill you for no reason." He was almost paralyzed by the chains, and his voice was weak: "I never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Ding Sihan shook his head at Wuxin: "No, I think I'm innocent. You actually killed me for the most ordinary woman, how ridiculous you are and how innocent I am."

Wuxin exhaled a **** cold breath, quietly thinking about it for a moment. After a while, he said: "No, you killed the person I love back then. You see her as ordinary, but I think she is the number one in the world. You killed me, the number one in the world, and I will seek revenge from you, that's right ."

Ding Sihan noticed his hesitation, so he suddenly changed the subject: "Wuxin, who am I?"

Wuxin raised his head, his hair, eyebrows and eyelashes were gone, and the skin that should have been covered with hair showed a clear blue color. His weak eyes swept across the other's face, and he replied in a low voice, "You are Ding Sihan!"

Ding Sihan stared at him: "You must have forgotten my name. Hundred years of time, the sky and the earth are big, you have freedom, I don't. I am very lonely, and I can only miss you. It's too easy to meet you. Fortunately, I am not too old, and I still have the strength to talk to you about the past life."

When the voice fell, he raised one of his hands. The real Ding Sihan has never done heavy work in his life, so his hands are limited in roughness and limited in age. There was a restless force in his chest, the real Ding Sihan was waiting for an opportunity to rebel. He moved his fingers, feeling the flexibility of his body, and said in his heart: "Be calm, man. You have lived happily for decades, and now it's my turn."

"The last life was terrible." He stared at his fingers and said, "I've only really been a person for fourteen years, and then a hundred years of ban. A hundred years of sobriety is extremely difficult. A hundred years later, when I saw the sun, I don’t know what kind of evil I have become. Anyway, I can’t be considered a human being. So I am afraid of you and your blood. I like you very much, but I don’t dare to approach you, just because you are wearing a scary body. blood."

Speaking of which, he took out a Swiss Army knife from his trouser pocket. Showing the blade and walking towards Wuxin, he raised the tip of the blade and touched the center of the opponent's forehead, swiping all the way down. The tip of the knife turned sideways at the throat, and suddenly cut diagonally into the skin. Wuxin closed his eyes abruptly, the blood vessels in his neck had been cut open by Ding Sihan.

Ding Sihan still held the knife in one hand, while the other hand squeezed his wound. The blood had dried up on the road, and Ding Sihan only squeezed out a few drops of cool blood from the open wound. Extending the back of his **** hand to Wuxin's eyes, he suddenly grinned happily: "Look, now that I'm a human, I'm not afraid of it anymore."

Then withdrew his hand to his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked it. After licking it, he smacking his lips. He shook his head, still laughing: "Not good, not good, sweet, fishy and astringent." He turned his head and spat on the ground. Omen laughed out loud.

Wu Xin looked at his overjoyed appearance and knew that he had fallen into a situation where he could be slaughtered. The world has been peaceful for too long, and he only remembered that he was once set on fire as a monster a long time ago. After all, the burning was a short-lived torture. Although it was painful, it could always be endured; but now that it has fallen into the hands of the old enemy, I am afraid that his sentence will not be as simple as "a period of time".

"How do you want to take revenge on me?" He asked Ding Sihan: "I can't die, I can't pay you for your life in your previous life."

Ding Sihan ignored him, just raised his hand and stroked his face, while muttering to himself: "Wonderful, I have never aged like this. My old man, haha, my old man."

He laughed a few times in a high tone. After laughing, he raised his hands and tucked his hair back. He showed Wuxin's whole face: "I was a little girl in my last life. I have love and hate for you. No The way, little girl, it is inevitable to like men. But now that I am an old man, I don't have much love for you, and I still hate you. It took me a lot of thought and time to transport you from north to south. Now I should How to concoct you? You can give me some advice."

Wu Xin is always calm, calm to the level of indifference: "Chop me up and feed the dog."

Ding Sihan raised his leg and kicked him in the chest: "Fuck you! I'm planning to eat you, are you trying to scold me on purpose?"

Wuxin was kicked by him, but there was no expression on his face: "Old man, you are old, it is better to be more solemn."

Ding Sihan was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled again, "Wuxin, you are scolding me sentence after sentence! I hate you so much."

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the basement, and someone said through the door: "Sir, Mr. Ding is calling."

Ding Sihan opened the door and walked out, taking the satellite phone from the bodyguard. On the phone, Tintin's voice was timid, and he asked tentatively, "Abba, have you been feeling better recently?"

Ding Sihan lowered his voice: "Aba is fine, you don't have to worry."

Ding Ding on the other end of the phone whispered again: "Abba, last time you suddenly lost your temper with me and scared me to death."

Ding Sihan raised his head and looked at the narrow stairs leading to the ground: "Aba is in a bad mood, you must be sensible in the future."

Ding Ding replied immediately: "I see. Dad, when are you going back to Kunming? I... I'm spending the New Year alone, and I don't have enough money."

Ding Sihan replied indifferently: "Wait a little longer, Dad still has something to do. He's probably been in the mountains recently."

Then he hangs up. His concern for Tintin was purely out of habit. Tintin was the darling of his other half's soul and had been spoiled for 30 years. Although Ding Sihan didn't have the patience to treat him like a big baby now, if he suddenly turned his face ruthlessly, it didn't seem appropriate.

Throwing the heavy satellite phone to the bodyguard, he asked the bodyguard to lock the basement door, and then stepped up the stairs on his own. The bodyguard locked the door and turned around. Seeing that Mr. Ding was jumping up and down step by step, he was about to reach the end of the stairs. He suddenly jumped and jumped to the ground with a thud, making his gray hair tremble.

Wu Xin was in despair before the cross, hanging his body by his arms. It was at the moment of Mu Ran that a big skinny face floated up on the ground, but it was the female ghost Marilyn.

Wuxin met Marilyn, and Marilyn said, "You're welcome, you are busy. I heard from the master a few days ago that you are a monster, and I am very curious. I came to pay homage today."

He tilted his head half-heartedly and opened the fresh wound on the side of his neck. Staring at the female ghost, he suddenly asked, "Marilyn, do you like bone-Mickey?"

Marilyn replied cheerfully: "I have always had a crush on him. His gorgeous shape and uninhibited personality have deeply attracted me. If it weren't for his overly hot temper, he would always want to kill his master. , I must confess to him."

Wuxin has no strength to nod, so he can only close his bald eyelids: "Then I beg you one thing, if you see Mickey around here, tell him to take my dad home quickly, don't Come and save me. Ding Sihan has a problem, I am afraid that if I see Mickey again, I will just break him up."

Marilyn agreed and said to Wuxin: "We have met several times, and we get along happily. I will definitely help if I can; besides, I don't want Mickey to be scattered in the master's hands. But just like you I don't know why since the master came back from the north, his temper suddenly became louder and his voice became louder. From morning to night, he always had a calm face, but he also had a special charm. If he dyed his hair, it would be a good thing. A handsome and charming uncle."

Inadvertently listening to her words gave her a headache and didn't want to pay attention. However, Marilyn was in a good mood and looked Wuxin up and down, and she had a new topic: "Wow, handsome, you are thin enough!" She reached out and pointed downward: "You are thin enough."

Wuxin leaned on his shoulder and smiled wryly at Marilyn: "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Marilyn was about to continue evaluating his image, but before she could say anything, she suddenly sank and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Ding Sihan walked back with a big aluminum box.