devil in heart

【Turn to ashes, puppet split】

The brightest light...

Luo Chenyi looked at Jing An on the stage. At this time, Jing An was standing on the ring with a Dou Tian Po in his hand, with a straight back and a black suit.

Jing An sneered, and hit Teng Qibo's heart with a stick, a golden light suddenly appeared, piercing straight through his body.

The wind passed through his body.

Teng Qibo looked down at the hole in his chest where the wind was leaking, and tried to cover it with his fingers in vain, but the wind passed through his bones that couldn't close at all.

Everyone present heard the sound of wind passing through the hall, it was the sound of life disappearing, and it was also the sound of death amplified countless times.

"I don't understand..." Teng Qibo stared at Jing An with his only remaining eyeballs, "I have four pillars of pure yang, but the patriarch regards me as a medicine man who prolongs life. But you want to marry someone else, just because that person can become the next patriarch?! You ruined my gift, ruined my family land, I just want to take revenge... but I have fallen into this look?"

"Since the patriarch of the Que clan regards you as a medicine man, then we have avenged you, aren't we your benefactors?"

Teng Qibo was speechless for a while.

Jing An sneered: "It's not so much that you repay kindness and revenge, but that you don't distinguish between good and evil. You don't understand what it means to have a wrong and a debt. As for your hatred and the rules of conduct, isn't there only one standard? Those who go against my heart will die." .”

"No—I'm for Queshi, for Yu'er, for—"

"Forget it." Jing An curled his lips, "You stole Que's heart-addiction Gu for Que's sake. You did it for Ding Yu? This is even more ridiculous. Didn't you instigate the principal to kill her fiancé? Killed her when he set fire to the family land at the end?"

"You're lying." His expression softened, "Yu'er, you're still alive."

With his bare hands, he pushed aside the cloak around his waist, revealing his bulging waist.

The bulging place is not flesh, but a doll he tied to the bone.

No, it was not only a doll for a child, but also a lifelike puppet with a big head. The round head was very cute, but the small facial features carved out of wood were very similar to Ding Yu.Especially those pair of round eyes, blinking and blinking extraordinarily energetic.

Teng Qibo untied the rope, held the puppet in both hands and gently stroked her hair: "Yu'er, tell me, are you still alive?"

Jing An frowned, but didn't feel any warmth, only felt goose bumps all over his body, as if he had stepped into a worm's nest.

"I can clearly feel that you are still alive." Teng Qibo patted her on the back with his fingers, "Don't be afraid, he didn't hit you just now, did he?"

Teng Qibo babbled to the doll, his extremely gentle tone and movements only made people feel weird for some reason.

"Can you put down that piece of wood of yours?" Jing An didn't want to listen to it anymore, and if he listened to it any longer, he might have psychological shadows when he fell in love in the future.

Teng Qibo glared at him fiercely, and then switched to a gentle expression in a second, holding the puppet's face and kissing her eyes reverently: "Don't listen to him, I know you are still alive."

Jing An looked up at the sky, but he missed the line of blood and tears left by the puppet's round eyes when Teng Qibo's words just fell.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I won't make you angry in the future, okay?" After Teng Qibo said this, he stuffed the doll from the gap between his bones into the empty chest cavity.

Jing An: "..."

Luo Chenyi: "..."

Xie Muyou also had indigestion on his face, and he said after a while: "If you are really affectionate, why not compare yourself with him?"

There are no identical people in the world, let alone identical lovers and identical feelings.

So using the feelings of others to prove your own feelings is a matter of putting the cart before the horse.

Luo Chenyi quickly shook his head, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"I have one last question for you."

Xie Muyou took a deep look at him: "But my answer may not be what you want to hear."

"But I haven't asked my question yet." Luo Chenyi couldn't hold back anymore, he felt that he was already very deep compared to his juniors and juniors, but at this moment he was provoked by Xie Muyou like a brat.

He has always been the one who plays tricks with others, but now the feng shui turns and he is at a loss.

"I don't know what choice I will make if something like this happens again." Xie Muyou looked at Jing An on the stage, "But if I have a choice... I might prefer to live and die together."

Luo Chenyi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked down at the top of Xie Muyou's head.

Xie Muyou...

How could someone who had never lived with him know the question he wanted to ask at this moment?

Jing An looked back at Xie Qi as if feeling something, and Xie Qi also showed a gentle smile when he saw him turn his head.

But what he said made Luo Chenyi unable to laugh, Xie Muyou said——

"To live alone is too bitter and too tiring."

***

"Gift?" Jing An squatted down, looked at Doutianpo who seemed to be in the way at the moment, and thought.

In an instant, the half-human tall Doutianpo was reduced to the length of a palm.

"Hey—" someone muttered in the audience, "Did you see it?"

"You pinch me, is it my hallucination?"

"What is that? Could it be... a golden cudgel?!"

Jing An: "..." What is that?Their family Doutianpo is well-known, and they are silver in temperament, not rich gold!

Teng Qibo no longer had the strength to dodge. He watched Jing An's movements, but he didn't know what he was going to do with that thing that had no deterrent effect at all.

Jing An approached him and asked with great interest, "Tell me about the present?"

"No, you don't want to know." Teng Qibo didn't know why he wanted to know, but it was impossible to do what he wanted.

"Oh?" Jing An lightly lifted his wrist, and the shrunken Doutianpo flipped around in the air and returned to his hand.

He held Xiao Doutianpo and got closer to Teng Qibo.

"Really not to say?" He inserted Doutianpo between his ribs and knocked it down.

Everyone: "..."

"When I was reading a book, I saw a lost qin called the bone qin, which was made of bones." Jing An explained to Teng Qibo in a very scientific tone, "It is said that it can make the sound of death."

Teng Qibo was in so much pain that he could hardly speak, he clutched the blood flute tightly, trying to break it.

"Say it?" Jing An tapped again, "You should be thankful that I memorized the score. Say, what is a gift?"

"tāo..." Teng Qibo clenched his tongue tightly as soon as he said a word.

"Tāo..." Jing An thought for a while, "Gao... Tie heart demon?"

Looking at Teng Qibo's expression, Jing An knew that he had guessed right, and he continued to ask, "Who is it for?"

"Dedicated..." Teng Qibo gasped when he felt the pain from his ribs, and suddenly thought about it and stopped hiding it, "Well—dedicated to the master."

"name."

"Name?" Teng Qibo showed a smile, seducing Jing An's curiosity, "I don't know the master's name, but I don't know that others call him—Feng—uh!"

Jing An suddenly looked at Teng Qibo's face, the remaining half of his face twisted together, looking extremely painful.

"His name is Feng—"

As soon as the word phoenix came out, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. The blood was spreading rapidly, but it was more like... wriggling than flowing.

"It turned out to be... Tingyin Gu." Teng Qibo murmured, Jing An's sentence flashed inappropriately in his mind, and what he gave to his master was actually used by him on himself.

Jing An took out an empty bottle from somewhere on his body, put it on the ground and watched the blood wriggle in automatically.

"You are not good people..." Teng Qibo smashed his chest with his fingers, and took out the puppet in his heart, "Why? Why?! God is not fair..."

"We're not good people, but we're not harmful either." Jing An bent down and put away the bottle that had collected part of the listening Gu, snapped his fingers, and burned the ball of black blood on the ground with his fingertip fire.

In the fire are the crisp sounds and screams of insects being burned to death.

Jing An found that the bones on Teng Qibo's body were slowly turning into ashes, watched his jaws opening and closing as he read "injustice", and said coldly: "You are very pitiful, but the people you have harmed are also very poor." Pity, pity is never a reason to be a villain."

Teng Qibo's only eyeball was also reduced to ashes, and suddenly he opened his mouth, and Jing An heard him say a few words - "Fire in Yin's house", "Faceless woman" and... "Emerald nails".

Leaving these few words, his jawbone was also turned into ashes. Apart from Jing An, there were ashes, the blood flute and the puppet all over the ring.

"Woo-woo-woo--"

There was a muffled flute sound in the wind, and someone knocked over a wine glass in the audience.

Blood flute sound?But... Isn't Teng Qibo already dead?

Jing An squatted down to carefully observe the blood flute on the ground, the sympathy for Teng Qibo suddenly vanished.

Before he died, he did not forget to plug a flute hole with the knuckle of his little finger, so that the flute would sound automatically when the wind blows.

Jing An threw the small silver hammer into the air, and Doutianpo, who had been aggrieved for a long time, suddenly stretched out his body, and when he returned to Jing An's hand, he crushed the flute that was making a "woo-woo" sound with a pestle. Voice.

Only then did everyone wake up from the slight illusion.

Doutianpo's lower end suddenly climbed up a group of dense blood worms, Jing An frowned and was thinking of trying again with his fingertips, when suddenly a golden light appeared all over Doutianpo's body, and when the light disappeared, he could only A pile of bug corpses and a piece of Teng Qibo's little finger bone remained.

Heart-hungry Gu...

Jing An finally realized the power of the mind-addicting Gu, people are controlled by the mind, but the mind-addicting Gu can control the mind.

The little finger bone also slowly turned to ashes.

And to everyone's surprise, the exquisitely crafted big-headed puppet suddenly fell apart.

The wood was cracked, and even those with the least sense of smell could smell a rotting corpse.

Jing An took a step back, holding Doutianpo in front of him.

Unlike other things, Xie Muyou, who smelled corpse oil besides the rotting corpse, stood up abruptly.

That's not a puppet, that's a corpse puppet.

Jing An saw that the wood was split into pieces, revealing a piece of blackened bone.

With two "gudu" sounds, the eyeballs on the puppet's face fell to the ground, and it rolled to Jing An's feet with a gurgling sound, leaving a dark bloodstain where it passed.

At this moment, Jing An no longer thinks that the puppets are exquisite, and the ones at his feet are clearly Ding Yu's eyeballs full of hatred.