The rivers and lakes ask the heart but not the way

Fall.

Heaven and earth kill.

Last night, the Seventeenth Young Master was able to barely stand up, walk a distance, climb a distance, walk a distance, climb a distance, and moved several miles in one night.

But today is different, his corpse worm broke out.Thousands of filaments stirred his broken nerves, and he felt that he was about to become a Cordyceps sinensis.

His consciousness began to be blurred and confused, he continued to hallucinate, and fell into the same nightmare repeatedly.

Hundreds of orphans had their hands tied behind their backs, and the ferocious instructor pushed them into the deep pit one by one. "Jump!" With a simple and cold command, the orphans at the bottom of the pit desperately tried to jump up, like a group of antelopes being chased by a lion, they jumped up in terror and fell in despair.

The instructor doesn't have much patience, and if you can't get up after seven or eight jumps, it's not material for practicing light kung fu, and it's a waste of food to keep.He casually grabbed an unlucky kid who couldn't jump up. When the kid fell, he lost his balance because his hands were tied behind his back. His face was covered in mud, the corner of his mouth was chipped, and one of his front teeth fell off.The instructor grasped his Tianling Gai with five fingers like steel bones, and the child was lifted up like a chicken, kicking his feet in the air.

The next scene was the worst nightmare of the Seventeenth Young Master in his childhood. He has been trying his best to forget, seal up and fade this memory, and never touch it again.He had almost made it, and for so many years he thought he really didn't remember.But the dream now is so vivid, as clear as when he was seven years old.

The first thing to melt was the eyes, which rotted into two bloody holes. Before the pus and blood could flow out, they evaporated together with the flesh, and the skin stuck to the bones, like a waxy coating, followed by the sound of bones breaking , the body shortened section by section, first the neck, then the joints, twisted into a horrible and ridiculous look, the twitching legs became lighter and thinner as they trembled, and finally the whole person shriveled into a piece of human skin.

Most of the children were dumbfounded, and a few screamed. The seven-year-old felt that his pants were wet.

This recurring nightmare has a different ending each time. Sometimes he jumped out of the pit, sometimes he couldn't jump out no matter how hard he tried, and sometimes he stared at the human skin and found that it was his own face.

Like [-] layers of hell, after one layer, another layer, the guts are broken and the soul is flying, exhausted.At the end of every nightmare, he was drenched in cold sweat. When the autumn wind blew, he shivered and woke up for a moment.During these intervals of brief sobriety, occasionally he would look up and see the majestic geese flying south, and occasionally he would look down and see a beetle basking its wings on a dead leaf.On the one hand, he resented that death came too slowly and made him suffer. On the other hand, he felt that he was so young and so attached to the world.

The pain was getting worse, the hallucinations were fading, and the pain was forcing him to stay awake.

His mouth was thirsty, the blood was thick and bitter with the venom, his lips were blue and peeling, his throat was smoking and cracking.Water and life are evaporating from his body bit by bit, he is so thirsty, as long as he has a sip of water to drink, he can do anything!Even a small sip, even horse urine!He is going crazy with thirst, who will give him saliva to drink!

Suddenly, the blood roared through his fragile tendons, and flowed backwards, and there was a rush of blood in his stomach, and his internal organs were in pain!The whole world was screaming at him, screaming insanely loudly, his eardrums hurting, and then he realized it was his own voice.

His fingers dug deep into the mud until his knuckles turned white, his chest was blocked, his mouth was open but he couldn't take in air because he couldn't stop screaming.There was a burst of dizziness, and he almost fainted from the pain. He thought he would die suddenly in this painful faint.

But no.

He saw himself standing on the narrow path of Zhuge Village, with the dead end road in front of him, darkness behind him, a narrow line of sky above, the towering walls on both sides kept falling towards him, the sky became narrower and the light became weaker and weaker, The two mountain-like high walls completely collapsed, buried him alive, and made him so heavy, the darkness swallowed everything, and the screams turned into intermittent moans, and he curled up into a ball.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the torture before death, which never ends.

There was a wind in the forest, and the leaves trembled in the air, sensing their own withering.The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the branches are violently undulating like huge waves. At first, it sounds like a torrential rain, and then it sounds like a thousand horses roaring, terrified and sad.

After the strong wind, the sky is bleak, the mountains and rivers are lonely, and the fallen trees are depressed.

Seventeenth Young Master's vision darkened, and the poison had already spread to his eyes.In the west wind, his lungs gradually became cold, his hands and feet were cold, and countless needles were piercing his bones.

He recalled the memory of the cold.When I was young, I went to steal a painting once, and my face was accidentally seen. There are rules in the church, and this situation cannot be kept alive.But he recognized the man who had given him a malt candy as a child out of pity for a starving child.He let go of the hand on the snake letter nail, asking the other party to keep the secret.The result of this incident was that no one would keep their promises to a Demon Cult thief. In the end, he had to kill three more people and lay injured himself for a month.The sixth child laughed at him at the time: "Why are you so cheap?"

He felt more and more that Lao Liu was right and that he was cheap.If he hadn't been meddling in his business to save the girl, how could he have been slapped by the teacher?How could it fall into the hands of the sixth child?It's too cheap to be beaten for doing good deeds.He treats people sincerely, but is betrayed, and saves people with kindness, but is wronged.

He is now pain free, just cold and numb.His teeth were trembling uncontrollably, he couldn't tell if it was his body or his heart, they were being frozen stiff piece by piece.But his cold feet were no longer cold, because he could no longer feel his legs.

He finally collapsed powerlessly, his cheek pressed against the mud, and the tip of his nose touched a tea-white small wild chrysanthemum, and a wisp of fragrance wafted.He recognized this fragrance, it was as elegant as that person.Ah, yes, a bright dream in the dark night, he closed his eyes, immersed in the smell and sound of memories.

The green grass in the spring stream, the willow shadows in the moonlit night, the bells in Cheng'en Temple, the whispers under the dead trees...

There is a person who redefines his humble and dark life.

In this life, if we can meet and get to know this person, God still favors him.There was warmth in his heart, calm, serene, and even a little bit of happiness.

He really misses him, does he miss himself too?After he died, would Wu Shuangzi cry for him?But after his death, his identity was exposed, so how could Wu Shuangzi cry for a demon cult thief?It's better not to let him know that he is dead, let Wu Shuangzi miss him like an old friend, and smile because of him occasionally, how good it is.

He is so cold, where is the only person who can warm him now?

Then he really had hallucinations: the face that he had been thinking about day and night appeared vaguely in front of his eyes.

He really wanted to say, can you hold me when I die.

But he could only utter one word——

"spring……"

Then he felt himself being embraced in a warm embrace.