Soul knot

When Yan Zhaomu opened his eyes, every furnishing in the dim room was very familiar.

Looking around, they were all covered by a layer of enchantment, and the spiritual power in his body was not flowing smoothly. Without thinking too much, he knew that it was that old friend's spirit-locking spell again.

The increasingly severe pain in his waist and abdomen made it difficult for him to continue to sleep.

The snake's venom has been cleared, but no one has treated the wound. No matter how strong the monster clan's self-healing ability is, it can't stop the blood overflowing from the body from staining the wooden bed that was not covered with bedding.

He gritted his teeth and staggered to the door like sleepwalking.

The moment I opened the door, I saw the familiar corridor on the second floor, and many sets of furnishings downstairs that were already covered with dust.

In the bar where the water and electricity have been cut off, there will be no more lights on.

He came home, a home with no family left.

The momentary emotional breakdown, even the breathing involved the open wound, wishing to penetrate the soul inch by inch, the pain was enough to destroy one's ambition.

As far as he could see, the person he was most familiar with took a bottle of expensive foreign wine from the dusty row of wine cabinets, poured it into the wiped wine glass, leaned half against the bar counter, and took a sip with elegant movements It's so strange that people can't move their eyes, but it's so strange that people dare not approach it.

"Are you awake?" Yong Zhou looked up at Yan Zhaomu, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile, "Mix me a glass of wine? Chao Mu."

At that moment, his tone was exactly the same as before, so easily ignited the last cluster of bonfires in the endless cold night, making Yan Zhaomu feel as if possessed by a demon, clutching his wound, and walked towards the flickering dimness in his heart .

Perhaps, all the injuries were just for Tan Wenqing to show...

Maybe he hasn't lost his last chip...

He struggled to walk to the bar, and after a short hesitation, he stretched out his blood-stained right hand and touched the dusty dry cupcloth.

In the next second, piercing pain, accompanied by a shrill scream, spread from the palm of his hand to his trembling whole body.

The rusty fruit knife pierced Yan Zhaomu's palm from top to bottom, nailing it firmly to the table like a nail.

The blood slowly flowed down the tip of the knife, staining the cup cloth under the palm of his hand red.

Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, Yong Zhou looked at the "plaything" in front of him with bulging veins and cold sweat, gritted his teeth for a long time before calming down with a smile on his face.

He likes the look in his eyes, frightened, bewildered, painful, and stubbornly questioning with a touch of despair, which is very interesting.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." Yong Zhou smiled, and let go of the hand holding the knife, "I'm just afraid that you won't be able to find a common tool."

Yan Zhaomu gave Yong Zhou a hard look, pulled out the knife stuck in his right hand with his left hand, and threw it aside heavily.

With a strong grab with his right hand, he picked up the blood-stained cupcloth, resisted the shackles of the spirit-locking spell, used spiritual power to condense the water, mixed with the blood, washed away the dust, and wiped the wine mixing utensils and wine glasses full of blood. .

Yong Zhou watched with great interest, and saw that Yan Chao Mu poured a small amount of blue orange juice into the blood-stained wine glass, and then poured different mixed wines into it in two parts, the bottom of the glass was as deep as the sea, Gradient from transparent to light blue from bottom to top.

Ten seconds later, he used a dropper to drip two drops of Baileys inward, and the blood from his palm slid down.

At that moment, a slowly moving light-colored jellyfish appeared in the wine glass, as if it was going to plunge into the boundless deep sea with a touch of blood, it was lonely and amazingly beautiful.

Yong Zhou's expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's the name of this wine?"

"Lonely, jellyfish." Yan Zhaomu raised his eyes to look at Yongzhou, gritted his teeth to resist the pain that eroded his consciousness, and smiled, "Jellyfish, die, after death, merge into the ocean...what, nothing, won't... Leave."

Just like, some people have stepped into a wrong life, destined to be lonely, fail, and end up with nothing in the end.

Yong Zhou seemed to have been stabbed in the sore spot, he grabbed Yan Chaomu's collar with all his strength, and dragged him hard to the bar, with a violent expression on his face: "You little stutterer, don't you really think that I am reluctant to kill you?" you?"

Yan Zhaomu subconsciously wanted to push him away, but his spiritual power was blocked and he was seriously injured. Every time he struggled, the wounds on his body hurt, so he had to grit his teeth and roar, "You kill me! Do it!"

The irritated Yong Zhou was like a ferocious beast that had lost its sexuality. With one hand, he summoned his strong spiritual power, and held Yan Zhaomu firmly, and with the other hand, he retracted the small knife on the ground into his palm, and stabbed hard into his thigh.

The muffled growl that he gritted his teeth after suffering the pain seemed to stimulate the excitement of his nerve endings, prompting him to pull out the knife, avoiding the fatal vital point, stabbing forward one knife after another, as if to kill The person in front of him would not give up until he was riddled with wounds.

The continuous cold-blooded torture completely broke the last string of reason in Yan Zhaomu's heart.

He hoarsely cried and cursed Mu Shenshan's name, one by one, despair, anger, doubt, hatred, and he didn't even have the slightest pleading.

When the blood was splashing all around, the extremely angry Yong Zhou suddenly let go of the spiritual power in his body, relying on his innate strength and animal nature, he strangled Yan Chaomu's throat forcefully, and said through gritted teeth: "Shut up! Shen Shan is already dead! I am willing to play with you, so don't give me shame!"

But in the next second, the goblin, who should have had no strength to resist, somehow got the strength to pinch a hand with his blood-red right hand and touch it to the back of Yong Zhou's neck.

In just a moment, Yong Zhou felt that his whole body was crushed to death by a wave of spiritual power, and there was a force that blurred his consciousness a little bit.

"you wanna die!"

He wants to enter the realm of his soul...

Under the spirit-locking curse, if you use your spiritual power to forcibly break into the realm of other people's souls, if you are interrupted, you will suffer a backlash, and you may lose your life.

After a moment of hesitation, Yong Zhou finally had the choice to interrupt the spellcasting before his consciousness disappeared.

The moment his consciousness disappeared, a trace of childish confusion flashed in his eyes.

……

In the bloody nightmare, Yan Zhaomu dragged his remnant body, bloodstained step by step, towards the distant figure in his memory.

Tell me you're still here.

Tell me it's all a nightmare.

Or, you are just performing a seamless show for Tan Wenqing.

As long as you are still you...I can forgive anything...

"Mu Shenshan! Give me your words, and speak clearly!" He hoarsely yelled, gritting his teeth at the people in the distance, "Otherwise... I will smash you into pieces! Ten thousand pieces!"

Silence, silence.

The heavy breathing seemed to be the only sound left in the world.

After a long time, the man turned around, his figure blurred like a wisp of smoke, and a ray of skylight could disperse him.

"Aren't you always concerned about what I'm hiding from you?"

"Actually, this body is not mine alone... I have always wanted to tell you, but I am afraid that you will leave because of it..."

"If, I mean if, I can't wake up again, you..." he said softly, looked up at the dark sky, and sighed, "Just pretend you never knew me... ..."

"fart!"

"I'm just kidding..." He smiled lightly, and gradually disappeared like smoke.

What kind of joke is this, what nonsense...

Yan Zhaomu gritted his teeth, wanting to ask everything clearly, he tried his best to stumble forward, but suddenly bumped into a strong chest.

The man stared at him indifferently with his head down, a strange and dangerous smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, the short dagger in his hand pierced his chest at a stroke, and his vision became blurred in an instant.

In just a moment, the remaining trace of temperature in the heart was completely withdrawn.

When the blood mist in his eyes dissipated, he saw that everything in front of him had changed.

He saw a two-headed snake on the sharp cracked rock, with all its strength, inch by inch, smashing off the bloody head...

He saw that under the waning moon, it endured the pain and looked blankly into the distance with empty eyes.

last of the last……

Mu Shenshan stood still for a long time on the top of the mountain where he was in a daze when he first transformed into a human form, as if he couldn't see the cliff in front of him, he stepped into the abyss in a few steps.

——When the sun sinks to the west mountain, isn’t it the fall of light?

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone talking.

"He exclusively enjoyed everything that belonged to me, and practiced evil techniques, sealing me for a long time... For him, the slumber of more than 2000 years was nothing more than the fall of a light... No one knows until now, who is that?" The light of the world, and who will fall..."

"Since you don't want to sleep again, you will be called Everlasting Day from now on. From today onwards, darkness will no longer befall your world."

……

Then you, will you come back...

— If you will come to me.

I definitely will.

***

The black bead that condensed memory shattered, and in just a moment, all the people around were involved in an illusion.

In the middle of the wilderness, near the water, a king cobra is entrenched on a water stone.

It is different from any other of its kind. It is born with two heads, weird and ugly, which makes all living beings retreat three feet away.

The snake has two heads, one body and two souls, which cannot be accommodated by a common body.

Just because all the creatures in this world, all the mutated two-headed creatures, cannot sustain two lives with one body, they are born a hundred times weaker than ordinary ones of the same kind, and they are destined to be difficult to survive for a long time.

But it happened that these two lives had inadvertently opened up their spiritual wisdom and possessed a particularly tenacious vitality.

They survived, so this life is destined to be connected and accompany each other.

When they were young, they broke out of their eggs together, arguing endlessly about who was older and who was younger.

At the end of the fight, the head on the left got tired.

It said, you can be an elder brother if you want, but the elder brother has to yield to the younger brother, and you have to give me all the good things in the future.

It was a promise, and it was also a responsibility. The right head who had won the battle against the conjoined twins for the first time, took this sentence to heart, and took on a responsibility like an older brother.

For food and drink, the younger brother first meets the needs; every move, the younger brother decides the direction.

It feels that there is nothing wrong with this, even if most of the nutrition obtained by a body is distributed to the younger brother, even if most of the time, the control of the body is handed over to the younger brother, it is fine.

Who made them depend on each other for life and death.

"Brother, will you give me whatever I want?"

"We are brothers. I won't argue with you about what you like."

"It's so generous to say that you don't argue with me, but in the end, everything I get belongs to you, too?"

"We are a community, what can't we share with each other..."

"Brother, if you have a snake you like in the future, or if I have a snake you like, whose will it belong to?"

"..."

That is a question without an answer.

But from that moment on, the younger brother began to demand more and more freedom from his elder brother. Even though the elder brother has been obedient, the younger brother still thinks it is an eyesore.

It was originally a king cobra with innate wisdom, and could rely on its racial advantages to climb to the peak of the group.

But why, God destined it to become a community of destiny with a waste...

It would be great if he could monopolize this body.

This kind of thinking planted a seed in the depths of its soul. After a hundred years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it finally grew into a towering giant tree towards "freedom", and no one could stop it.

That afternoon, it curled up under the cold rock wall in the back sun. While his brother was taking a nap, he endured the severe pain and pierced his sharp fangs into the other head connected to him, biting and trying to remove it. .

The conjoined injuries made every time it exerted force, it was like cutting flesh and bleeding, and the pain was so painful that the vision was blurred.

Such severe pain woke up the side that had been giving in everywhere.

No one knew who controlled the long tail, it struggled in pain and bumped around, and finally hit the rock with all its strength, trying to relieve the pain.

"You really want to kill me? Can't we really live together?"

"Anyway, you are willing to give me everything...Why can't you die and give me everything!"

"I don't understand... Aren't we relatives..."

"From the moment we were born, we were competitors! Between you and me, one of us is doomed to die, otherwise no one can truly live if we linger on like this for the rest of our lives!"

They're all goblins, how noble are you pretending to be, and who do you want to impress?

It doesn't believe that this coward who has been giving in to it for hundreds of years and calls himself his brother has never hated himself like this in his heart.

Selfishness is the nature of millions of creatures in the world.

The younger brother's sudden madness frightened the elder brother who had been giving in for hundreds of years just because he was responsible for a title.

After that day of cannibalism, it was the one that survived.

This is the first and last time in its life that it has fought with its younger brother.

What is fighting is life.

Enduring the pain, it dragged its bloody head and crawled for a long time chasing the warmth of the setting sun.

It wasn't until the sun set and fell into the distant mountains that it truly realized that from now on, no one would snatch everything from it.

The lingering warmth of the setting sun, the coldness of the ground, and the pain from every tuft of grass and trees on the side moving across the wound with the wind, all passed into its consciousness ten thousand times more clearly than before.

In the past, it distributed most of its perception to the younger brother, but today, it is the first time to experience the world seriously.

It turns out that this is the feeling of having everything all to yourself.

No wonder, my brother wanted it to die so much.

……

"The power of the underworld, although it is not suitable for the cultivation of the monster race, has a strong ability to control the evil spirits..." Manzhu said softly, and fell into silence for a while.

"Little uncle, he..."

"The other head, the body is dead and the soul is still alive. He has been practicing this kind of magic for more than 2000 years, just to seal that soul in his body forever."

As early as the moment they gave up the symbiosis, they were doomed to live and die, and whoever could stand under the sun was doomed to become a shadow in the dark.

At the moment when the soul is about to be successfully formed, give up the dominance of the body, and let the soul that has been sealed for a long time complete the last step on its behalf.

Mu Shenshan said that he would find a way to escape, so it turned out to be such a way.

In this way, as long as Tan Wenqing is killed, Mu Shenshan will be able to come back once Yong Zhou dies.

After a short period of joy, Manzhu couldn't help standing up, frowning and anxiously said: "Eternal day is not Mu Shenshan..."

Lu Yudong said in shock: "He won't show mercy to little master!"

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This turn chicken is not big enough.

感谢在2021-01-0423:58:18~2021-01-0523:15:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: casually, there are several customers and only one;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of sen; 19 bottles of Sanjian; 10 bottles I need a serious name; Yangyang, customers have several bottles and 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!