The Heartless Mage Chapter 73: Nowhere

Although Zhang Xianzong has decayed to the point that he is not very active, Yue Qiluo can drive all the souls around him, and there is no shortage of minions. In broad daylight, she held a fat vole in both hands, raised her head and sucked up the blood. She turned her fingertips into the wound of the dead mouse and drew a talisman on Zhang Xianzong's body.

Zhang Xianzong was stunned in the shade of a tree, in a condition similar to the worst carrion. The body is collapsing, and the light of the soul is getting weaker and weaker, so Yue Qiluo has to add talismans on his body one by one, trying his best to lock his soul and prevent him from flying away under the big sun.

Zhang Xianzong's throat has rotted through, preventing him from making a sound. The eyeball of the right eye was deeply sunken into the eye socket and could not be turned, but Yue Qiluo could still be vaguely seen. Yue Qiluo is getting more and more dirty, her hair is messy, and her face is covered with bloodstains. She looks like the most miserable little beggar.

Poor, pitiful. She kills and eats people, Zhang Xianzong thinks it's nothing; she can't kill people and can't eat people, Zhang Xianzong looks at her sadly, and feels that she is too pitiful.

Yue Qiluo finished painting the last blood talisman, then took off a blade of grass and wiped her fingertips. Sitting on the ground with her knees in her arms, she suddenly rubbed her cheeks and muttered, "Toothache."

Zhang Xianzong was paralyzed in the shadows, thinking, "She has a toothache."

Yue Qiluo sat aimlessly for a day. In the evening, she was hungry again, so she smashed the head of a field mouse and sucked a limited amount of brain. With her fingers stained with red and white mucus, she took out three pieces of paper from her arms, and she indifferently threw them out. Still haven't found Wuxin, but as far as she knows, Wuxin is in the pig head mountain.

As the sun sets, three paper figurines appear around her, wandering around for her, hunting for Wuxin while hunting. She pulled out the eyeballs of the voles and stuffed them into her mouth. Her tongue and eyeballs fought, and she didn't swallow immediately. Looking around boredly, she finally seemed to have made up her mind and bit her eyes.

At the same time, a rootless flame rose from the grass not far away. She raised her head abruptly, and saw that the flames flickered, instantly illuminating Wuxin's figure. The moon was dark and the wind was high, Wuxin stood among the wild grass swaying in the wind, like a ghost and silent.

There is nowhere to go when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. Yue Qiluo didn't get up, her hands dropped to the ground, she and Wuxin had nothing to say now. In fact, there was never any love at all, she thought, she was just curious about him. For several lifetimes, everything has changed, only curiosity has remained the same. If it weren't for her curiosity, she would not have spent all her energy and life on Taoism at first, and she would not have cultivated herself into a monster later.

The fingertips moved slightly, and she calmly began to draw a sign: "I know you must be in the mountains."

Inadvertently raised his right hand, revealing a sharp dagger. The palm of his left hand slowly stroked the blade, and he suddenly rushed towards Yue Qiluo in pain. And Yue Qiluo saw the **** dagger, and immediately changed color. Abandoning the unfinished spell, she got up and flicked her sleeves at Wuxin. But before the paper figurine could make a move, the unintentional knife had already approached her forehead. But just as the cold light was about to slash down, a black shadow rushed out diagonally, blocking her abruptly. At the same time, the white paper figurine took shape, and after a moment of hesitation, Yue Qiluo turned her head and ran away.

Paper figurines are not to be feared; a fire can turn them to ashes. On the ground, Zhang Xianzong twitched into a mess of dirty flesh. The blade was soaked with unintentional blood, breaking all the spells Yue Qiluo had cast on him. The dim soul suddenly brightened, and after returning to the light, it was a painful soul flying away.

Inadvertently, he lowered his head and waited patiently for Zhang Xianzong to die completely. He knew that Zhang Xianzong would block the sword for Yue Qiluo, just like Crescent Moon would shoot himself; Yue Qiluo couldn't kill him, and Zhang Xianzong couldn't kill him?

One by one, no one can miss it, no one can escape. He has nothing but infinite time.

Inadvertently burned Zhang Xianzong's bones. The flames were weak, trembling slightly in the night wind, falling to the ground like a dying star. Yue Qiluo hid in a small forest not far away, staring at the fire with her left eye. The right eye was swollen and swollen, and the pain was so painful that it involved her heart.

After the fire was extinguished, the forest returned to darkness and silence. Yue Qiluo sat under an old tree and moved her lips silently: "Zhang Xianzong."

She rested her cheek in her hand and said without emotion: "Zhang Xianzong, I have a toothache."

Leaning back to the trunk of the old tree, she continued to talk to herself: "It's been a bad life, it's been bad."

Wuxin walked along the mountain road until I came to the ghost cave. He randomly found a tree to climb up, and he noticed that there were countless ghosts wandering around, all of them were Yue Qiluo's eyes and ears, so he could just sit back and wait.

Apart from him and Master Gu, no one would have thought that there was a hole hidden under the tree. Looking down from the tree, it was a uniform patch of green grass. There was originally a square slab of slate underground. He dug it out a few days ago and carried it into a ditch ten meters away. The slate is too heavy, I remember that he and Master Gu could only lift it together; but now he has successfully carried it alone.

Without the slate, the skeleton is made of thin branches, covered with a layer of mat, and then covered with a layer of turf, which can withstand the trampling of a large wild dog.

Wuxin, like a boa constrictor, lay down on the branch and stared at the ground dazedly.

"If I'm stuck in there for a hundred, two, three hundred years." he thought, "is it my tomb?"

Then he shook his head. The tomb was a quiet place, and at best he had fallen into hell.

However, he immediately thought: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Without the crescent moon, his eternal exile begins again.

In the early morning, Wuxin was awakened by a sound.

Still lying on the branch, he opened his eyes and looked down. He saw waves on the ground, not beasts, but the backs of a dozen walking corpses. They walked forward on all fours, most of them still retaining dirty and smelly clothes, military uniforms, because the war had just started a few months ago, and there was a road down the mountain, and the artillery fire was constant, and there would be no shortage of corpses.

The target of the walking corpse is obviously the tree where he perches. But Wuxin raised his eyes and saw Yue Qiluo behind the walking corpse. Through the thin and dim morning light, he saw that Yue Qiluo was also looking up at him.

Yue Qiluo has changed.

Her once immature and fair little face has now turned a decayed blue-grey beneath the bloodstain. Under the messy eyebrows and bangs, her right eye was no longer black and white, but turned into a blood red color.

"Know what I'm going to do?" she said.

Inadvertently wrapped around the branch, a pair of eyes sunk in the shadows: "Kill me?"

Yue Qiluo smiled: "No, I want you to be reborn for me."

Inadvertently pressed his chin against the rough bark, and his eyes flashed. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, but his pupils are still as dark as night: "One meaning, no difference."

Yue Qiluo put her hands into her sleeves: "Between you and me, it is meaningless to talk about life and death."

The walking corpses slowly approached the big tree. Obviously, they are different from the same kind, and they are no longer afraid of the sun. Standing stiffly, they began to climb trees. Climbing is not easy, but as long as you want to climb, you can climb up Arhat.

Inadvertently knew that if he fell into the group of walking corpses, he would definitely be bitten into pieces. Glancing at Yue Qiluo again, he knew something, and by the way tightened the short knife tied to his back.

Yue Qiluo raised her head, waiting to see a good show. When she has no intention to kill this group of walking corpses, she will call another group and let him kill enough. Won't it kill? Wouldn't it burn Zhang Xianzong to ashes? Very good, let him kill, but see how much blood and how much power he has!

Sure enough, as the walking corpse approached, Wuxin climbed up on the branch.

He squatted dangerously on the branch, raised one hand and grasped the handle of the knife behind him. The branches trembled, almost unable to hold back his weight, and a walking corpse had already climbed onto the branches and was crawling towards him. But at the moment when the rotten palm touched the branch, Wuxin suddenly jumped out and leaped out. With the elasticity of the branches, he descended from the sky and attacked Yue Qiluo!

Yue Qiluo immediately took a step back, just as she was about to react; unexpectedly, she rolled on the ground after falling unintentionally, then jumped up and rushed in front of her in an instant. He opened his arms and hugged her, unintentionally leaned back, and smashed into the undulating grass. Just hearing a "click", the grass suddenly cracked, and the two fell into the deep hole hugging each other.