Covered with water

The tone of his words is really not serious, at first glance it seems to be a bit of an intimate joke.But Fang Shu read a trace of indescribable strangeness from his still calm tone, his pupils shrank, and he retreated a few meters away with a "clang" sound - the meteor-like arrow happened to rub against his ear After smashing the especially fragile necks of a row of ice puppets, he almost took off half of his ears.

Xiao Yunhe felt bad when he heard him say that, groped with his right hand to support the ice surface, gritted his teeth and pulled himself out of the crushed ice all over the floor.It's just that his fracture was far more serious than he had imagined, and his injured back couldn't bear such a lot of strength, and he fell back dizzy almost the moment he got up.

A swarm of buzzing bees flew past Xiao Yunhe's eyes, and he seemed to be thrown into a washing machine and turned [-] times back and forth. The pain paralyzed by tension finally returned at this moment, and Xiao Yunhe's throat felt sweet , the mouthful of blood that was pressed in his throat spurted out completely uncontrollably.

Immediately, the ice surface was covered with dots of red marks.

Xiao Yunhe: "..." He said in his heart that Kang Ding might really be doomed this time, but Qin Zhi had already let go of the blood-soaked icicle, landed on one knee, and stabilized his shoulder cautiously and with extreme restraint.

Qin Zhi seemed to have exhausted all his strength to keep his hands from trembling, and he didn't even dare to touch the inconspicuous thin scratch on his forehead, a dull red tinge appeared at the end of his eyes, and he fell silent again. After a few breaths, he said in a calm, almost creepy tone: "...It's my fault, I shouldn't ask you to take risks."

"...Don't make me sick, it's none of your business." Xiao Yunhe was already in pain and didn't have the mood to tell him what was wrong, his face was as white as a layer of frost, and cold sweat ran down his chin Little by little, the arc of the hair rolled down into the skirt, and he said forcefully, "This thing is weird, you..."

"I know." He said, with the mountains of corpses and blood behind him, "I've learned it just now."

His attitude didn't seem to have changed at all, but there was a hint of ominous blood in his eyes.Xiao Yunhe was startled, immediately grabbed his wrist, and shouted in a low voice: "...what are you doing?!"

At this moment, his voice overlapped almost exactly with Yoshiki's voice not far away, and it sounded like a strange duet with unknown meaning.

Fang Shu took a step back instinctively——in the opened sky eye, what he saw from Qin Zhi was not the kind of sweet warmth like a god in the sky, but a mass of flowing, seemingly eternal warmth. The darkness of endless malice.

Qin Zhi ignored Fang Shu's questioning, maintained this half-kneeling posture, raised his hand and took off the pair of plain glasses on the bridge of his nose, folded them and gently put them into Xiao Yunhe's front pocket.

"Even my life is yours." He casually lit up the white amulet hanging around Xiao Yunhe's neck, "I won't take it and die with him."

"Wait until I get back," he said finally.

"!" Xiao Yunhe wanted to stop him, but it was too late.The white amulet turned into a huge silkworm chrysalis in an instant, like a well-functioning therapeutic device, forcing him into a drowsy sleep.

Only then did Qin Zhi stand up slowly, and he didn't even care about the bone-deep wound on his palm. Without the cover of the glasses, his dark eyes were so sharp that they were almost dark, and he showed an abnormality to Fang Shu. A cruel and very indifferent smile.

"What am I doing?" he replied, "Contin, I miss you dead."

Fang Shu let out a roar that was not human-like—the sea rumbled for a while, as if thousands of ghosts returned from the depths of the nether world, but with an indescribable sense of anger and fear.

In the next second, the mountains and rivers turned upside down——Qin Zhi held the gun with one hand, and there was a rare, bloody killing intent in his eyes: "Do you think I really dare not kill Yoshiki Kanno?"

At the same time, outside the "hemisphere", Xuan Jue used both hands and feet, and after getting rid of the restraint of the heavy parachute, he finally landed at the predetermined landing point with a not-so-perfect cat crawl.

Wu Chunxing had also instructed the pilot to lower the plane to the lowest possible altitude. At this time, the aunt and nephew were looking at each other from a distance, and there was still a distance of about three or four football field widths between them.

It took Wu Chunxing two seconds to connect to Xuan Jue's wireless earphones, and after tentatively saying "Hi" twice, he asked, "Xiao Jue, can you hear me? How is the situation down here?"

"The situation may not be very good..." Xuanjue stood firmly on the shaking hemisphere, perhaps out of the intuition of a cat, he just stepped into the soft mist. At that time, I felt a strong sense of disobedience—to give an inappropriate example, it was as if a person with a cleanliness saw the dust covered under the glass mirror. Mao followed suit.

But he couldn't find any more reasonable analogy to describe his feeling at this time, so he could only express it very honestly: "To be honest, this 'ball' makes me feel uncomfortable... It's better for you to stay away , the plane flew too close."

Wu Chunxing said: "Look again, your parents should be inside—can you see what's going on inside?" As he spoke, he unlocked the coordinates of the center of the sphere with a wireless headset, and forwarded it to the office located at the communication center. Shu Ling with three ports.

Xuan Jue said: "Well... I'll try." After speaking, resisting the discomfort in his heart, he put his palm on the surging black glass, and gave a soft "Huh" after a while.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he actually read a trace of the cool breath that belongs to Xiao Yunhe from this chaotic mass of darkness.

Did something happen?

Xuan Jue hesitated for a moment, but suddenly felt a familiar warmth gradually spread from his chest to his whole body.Wu Chunxing, who was far away on the plane, also seemed to have sensed it. Holding the binoculars in one hand, he pulled out the identical white amulet from the neckline.

The amulet looks like a mini gossip plate with sharp edges and corners. The eight vertices represent Tong Yu, the captain, and their family of six. Except for the corner belonging to Wu Qinyang, which is lit all year round, now The spot of light representing Xiao Yunhe also faintly lit up.

Xuan Jue thumped in his heart, and subconsciously blurted out: "My lord!"

And the black mist under his feet was completely alive because of Kang Ding's loss of control——

"!" Xuanjue finally realized that something unimaginable may have happened in this "inner world", and shouted loudly, "Uncle! Hurry up!" Then he took a deep breath and began to move on the twisted wavy spherical surface. Run wildly.

Without Wu Chunxing opening his mouth, Shu Ling had already heard Xuan Jue's voice echoed from the sea thousands of miles away, and said solemnly, "Everyone!"

Shu Liangping opened his eyes, his long beard was windless, and he tapped his crutch in the middle of the compass——

The crimson thunder light soared straight up, crossed the three rivers and the five veins, bowed down and galloped towards the sea outside the northeast.

At the same time, the Luo family in southern Sichuan, and Qi Yun in Wudang Dragon and Tiger Qingcheng, each had a dazzling thunder light suddenly rising from the depths of the dome, striding across the land of Shenzhou menacingly, converging into a river of thunder at the edge of the border, and rushing directly at The origin of the center of the Sea of ​​Japan.

Wu Chunxing threw the rope, gathered his palms into the shape of a trumpet, and shouted hoarsely: "Xiao Jue——!"

Xuanjue DuangDuangDuang rolled down the wavy and inferior slide, and a second before Thunder fell, he jumped and tightly grasped the safety rope that was hanging down.

The plane roared away.Thunder's outpost and the stubborn "hemisphere" formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye, which scattered in all directions with a "buzz--".

Xuan Jue felt a strong tinnitus in the air.The tail of the plane was affected by the aftermath of the explosion, and clusters of black smoke mixed with sparks emitted.The amulets on the five people were all lit up, and together with the burning wings, they made an emergency landing on the boundless ice field.

Xuan Jue rolled on the spot, and shouted in disgrace: "Dad—"

The thunder continued unabated. After smashing the layer of glass-like black mist, it cut off the high platform made of white bones. The resurrection cauldron fell from the frozen throne and landed on the smooth mirror surface. Reflected countless ferocious bronze fragments.

For a moment, the Three Realms shook.In Suying Palace, Bai Wuchang, who accidentally ate a mouth full of ashes, and Xue Qingpan, the wheel-turning king, looked at each other, and the little ghost with a green face and fangs stumbled into the inner hall, and reported ghostly and howling: "No, it's not good, my lord—Huang, The Yellow Spring has flowed into the world!"

On the Sea of ​​Japan, the vast ice sheet suddenly shattered, and the water of the Styx River, which swallowed countless lives, replaced the salty sea waves, gushing out from the cracks!

Fang Shu's eyes and canthus were completely shattered, all limbs and joints were pierced by Qin Zhi's gun, and he was gurgling black blood, fighting with Qin Zhi in a strange posture.The two of them were like two undead ferocious beasts in the wilderness. They had no rules and wanted to kill each other purely by instinct.

"Whoa-"

Fang Shu's pupils shrank to the size of a needle in an instant—the shattering of the bronze cauldron seemed to have brought him a great stimulus, making him let out a deafening roar when he was unable to retreat. With a shake, he threw Qin Zhi onto the bone-piercing ice with all his strength, and his fist smashed down on his brow bone like lightning.

And at this moment - Qin Zhi grabbed his arm while lying on his back, and slammed it in the opposite direction.

With a "click", Fang Shu's arm was completely broken.Qin Zhi hit his lower abdomen with a knee, once again taking the high position against the guest.At this moment, he almost put all his strength into his left hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he strangled Fang Shu's throat fiercely.

Fang Shu's neck bone burst into a crisp sound, a frightening bluish-purple color had already appeared on that face that did not seem to be alive, and a "ho ho" sound of anger began to come out from his throat.The scarlet eyes were reflected in Qin Zhi's deep cold eyes, he picked up an ice pick from the ground, and chopped it between his eyebrows.

"Ahhhhhhh——" His stiff and distorted face peeled off layer by layer, and Qin Zhi grabbed his collar again, and kicked him mercilessly into the cold and biting hell.

Countless pale white shadows shot out from the wound on his forehead, and with the help of the other side of the Styx River, Anxin stepped on the long-lost journey home.

Fang Shu finally found a sliver of rationality as a "human" in the severe pain all over the sky, only the flame that originally belonged to Kang Ding still firmly occupied his consciousness, and he roared silently: "Why—— Why!"

Qin Zhi responded indifferently, his dark pupils were filled with the indifference he was accustomed to killing: "Kang Ding, I gave you a chance."

In the next second, the group of flames that were still struggling to stop suddenly went out - in the distance, there seemed to be the sound of thousands of ghosts crying together from the depths of the ground.

Qin Zhi stood up staggeringly, half of his body drenched in blood, and passed by Yan Jun of the Tenth Hall who had been late.

Xue Qingpan looked sideways slightly—for a moment, he thought he saw the reckless young man 1000 years ago again.

No, it should be said that he, Qin Langhuan, was a lunatic from beginning to end.

Xue Qingpan sighed almost imperceptibly, and the group of brats behind him were even more silent.After a while, Xue Dianjun finally broke out a very modern foul language, and said very violently: "What the hell are you looking at! Hurry up and patch the hole for me!"

A group of little ghosts scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, and began to work hummingly.Amidst the fiery wailing and howling of ghosts and wolves, Fang Shu seemed to have returned to that rainy night full of blood and parting.

No, no, that night was not supposed to be like this.

My father will win the regional competition, and I and my mother will accompany him home.

All of a sudden, countless faces, familiar or unfamiliar, floated past his eyes like fleeting shadows.

Then, he heard Zhengguo's gentle and loving voice ringing in his ears.

He said, "Son, it's over."

The tragedy of the Lu family continued for dozens of generations, starting with the death of Xi Ji, and ending with the death of Zhengguo.

Fang Shu curled up quietly on the sea.

Weeping bitterly with tears streaming down his face.

The author has something to say: It's over.