Red dust kills beauty

Inter-chapter The Hanged Man Ⅷ

Zhaoyao was thrown at the foot of the mountain by two unreliable adults, tied up in the car with a seat belt and unable to move, he had never hated his own powerlessness so much.But being weak is unreasonable. He couldn't break through the shackles of his body and keep up with the two people who left.

The feeling of dying is very strange, he can feel that every breath becomes more and more difficult, and the whispers in the distance continue to lure him.

Leaving his skin and becoming one with Him... For a moment, Zhaoyao was even about to do it, but a familiar face suddenly appeared in her mind.

Zero, Fu Baixue, the witch merchant...the way they smiled at him.

"Persist a little longer..." He muttered to himself, maybe if he persisted a little longer, he would be saved.

He was drowsy, struggling to hold on, he didn't know how long he had struggled in pain and weakness, and his consciousness was gradually withdrawn.

I am so unwilling, he is only under sixteen, he has not yet differentiated, he has not yet become an Alpha that can protect them, it is too unwilling - but there is no way to be unwilling, it seems that he can only go here.

Two lines of tears fell from her closed eyelids, Zhaoyao was in a daze, feeling that she was about to leave her body, turned into wind and was swept away by the unknown in the distance, she was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Idiot, go back quickly."

A familiar voice whispered in his ear with a slight smile.

……who is it?

Zhaoyao wanted to look back in panic, but her consciousness was slapped back to his body like a ball.He opened his eyes suddenly, and found that the pheromone, which he was almost able to mature anyway, completely changed its taste.

It was a mellow, warm, sweet feeling, a strong wine-like smell—his differentiation was over, his power returned, and he became a very powerful Alpha.

- He has finally grown up.

Zhaoyao raised her hand and shook it, feeling her heartstrings loosen suddenly.Like a red thread connected to his finger, extending infinitely far away, it was suddenly torn off.

The nameless mourning clenched his heart tightly, Zhaoyao wiped his eyes in a daze, and found that he was crying continuously.

He staggered and opened the car door, like a little wolf eager to get back to his pack, he rushed towards the cave.

'Hurry up... hurry up...or else...'

Otherwise, Zhaoyao gritted her teeth, unwilling to think about what was behind.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, his eyes widened as if he saw some terrible picture, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

—The whole mountain is collapsing downward.It's sinking.

Fu Baixue felt the earth shaking.

He had a long, cold, dark dream.Everything was silent in the dream, and his teacher silently picked him up when he was a child, and led him through the ruins of his home that was blown up by the plane, through the statue-like remains of his parents, through the snow-white and terrifying laboratory, He gradually grew up, and the hand holding him changed at some point, becoming more slender and more familiar.

When the man turned around, it was Zero, with a frivolous smile on his face that made him love and hate.

"Wake up, it's time."

He opened his eyes.

What came into my ears was the roar.The ground on which he was lying was constantly collapsing, and the mountain seemed to be destroyed by something, and there was a muffled sound coming from the depths.

A huge energy erupted from not far away, like sweeping away.This feels so familiar, like 15 years ago...

Among the flying sand and rocks, he could distinguish a figure who had fallen to the ground not far away.

It's a witch merchant.Just like before, his strength went berserk again.As if responding to the raging force, a familiar feeling surged in Fu Baixue's body. He didn't obey his master's order at all, and wanted to rush out.

"Zero!" he shouted, "Zero! Answer me!"

No one answered, only the Shaman supported his lonely and slender back and glanced at him with his head in his arms.The young man's ears, eyes, nostrils, and lips were all dripping with bright red blood, which looked weird and weird.

There were still constant vibrations coming from the mountain center of Shuilongpo, the witch merchant gritted his teeth and said, "...run."

The stone chips brought up by the strong wind scraped Fu Baixue's cheeks, and he took another step in the direction of the witch merchant as if he didn't feel it.

"—I let you run! Zero is dead!"

growled the witch merchant.

Fu Baixue's pale face turned even paler. For a moment, he seemed about to cry out, but in the end, the man who was as silent as a camel just swallowed all his emotions, and said flatly, "Ah, I see."

The closer you get, the more resistance you can feel. The violent force is like a storm, and the mother liquid flows out from the cracked ground. The reddish liquid is everywhere. Fu Baixue tries not to think about whether there are zero remains in it.A blunt numbness came from the back of his heart, the toxin that Zero applied to the dagger was still paralyzing his nerves, at this moment he didn't feel any pain, just emptiness.

He stepped over the reddish liquid that was flowing everywhere, and came to the witch merchant with difficulty. He just stretched out a hand, but the witch merchant avoided him. The young man sternly said, "Get out!"

The witch merchant is now like a hedgehog with its thorns erected, Ling would probably laugh if he saw it.Fu Baixue thought numbly, he seemed to be like this 15 years ago.

The scene back then was so similar to today, the runaway young people, the scene of being swept by power, and the overwhelmed elders.

He has been reluctant to mention the experience at that time. He gained strength in that accident, but the process was not beautiful. On the contrary, it was so terrifying that he was a little afraid of his own ability——

Yes, fear.He doesn't use his ability very much, because he doesn't have a good grasp of it, and he is afraid of it.Fu Baixue has passed his age, but after peeling off his calm and calm shell, he is still the boy who was put into a body bag, escaped from death because of a word from the witch merchant, and was thrown into a glass dish.

"..." The witch merchant covered his face, "I'm sorry... just, just, let's go, leave me alone, Mr. Fu..."

The witch merchant was too young, he didn't understand at all, Fu Baixue couldn't let him go.The man tried his best to restrain his physical strength, and stretched out his hand to the witch merchant again.

The witch merchant's eyes flickered, he wanted to back away, but under Fu Baixue's stare, he softened his attitude, and finally grabbed his hand.But before Fu Baixue could pull him up and drag him away, the two forces with different attributes seemed to have finally found a breakthrough, and they spewed out from the fingertips where the two converged!

"——————"

Under the extreme compression of power, a vacuum was even created for a moment, the air was twisted and evacuated by invisible substances, followed by a devastating explosion.

--boom! ! ! ! !

This karst cave buried deep under the Shuilongpo extends in all directions, almost eroding through the base of the entire mountain.The interior that was shaken and cracked by the power of the witch merchant just now ushered in a new round of attacks. Large chunks of earth and rock fell to the ground, and the entire mountain was collapsing.

"Cough—cough, cough, cough!" The snow-white bandage on Fu Baixue's back oozes a large amount of blood again, but the witch merchant seems to have finally cleared his mind, and no longer complains about himself. He gritted his teeth and grabbed Fu Baixue's hand that he wanted to withdraw. , pulling him to run wildly outside the cave.

He promised Ling to take good care of Fu Baixue and Zhaoyao.

The earth was still roaring and shaking, the two forces collided, pushed, and exploded, sweeping and destroying everything around them, one of them hadn't cleared the poison yet, the other was still injured, and they ran in a panic.Another boulder fell down, Fu Baixue shook off the witch merchant's hand, and pushed him out hard.

"Go!" The witch merchant wanted to turn back, but was blocked by a rock.

Fu Baixue fell down beside the boulder, thinking that it was probably his destiny to be crushed to death.

When Yanbei was attacked by air, he is like this now, huddled under a barely supportable structure, waiting for a result in fear.He couldn't do anything back then because he was incapable, and he still can't do anything now because he is still powerless.

He's always been just the kid who was left behind.

He should have died with his parents long ago, but he was lucky enough to be sheltered and survived until now, but this is probably the end.

Fu Baixue thought about it, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.He has no nostalgia in the world—probably still a little bit, but——

A wind sound like a sigh sounded from his ear.

Fu Baixue turned her head in amazement: "Zero? Zero! Is it you!"

The gust of wind pushed him gently, and the boulder blocking the way shattered easily when it touched it.He was pushed forward.

Fu Baixue didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, he stretched out his hand to catch the wind, but how can people catch the wind?

He just walked through it.

He was pushed forward by it, forward, forward, until he vaguely saw the hole ahead.

The gust of wind gradually eased, and it passed gently over his fingertips, as if saying goodbye.

"After 15 years, when the time is right, remove your abilities."

Suddenly, what the woman had said to him sounded in his mind, and Fu Baixue had a hunch that it was now.

"..." He suddenly understood everything.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down in a circle, and his fingertips traced Ling's eyebrows and eyes in the air with nostalgia, sad and nostalgic.

"……goodbye."

He closed his eyes and withdrew the ability he had maintained for 15 years. It felt so strange, like the burden that had been on his shoulders all year round was suddenly lifted. Not only did he not feel relaxed, but he was at a loss.

In the depths of my mind, a certain deep and secret connection with someone suddenly shattered.

At this moment, there was a violent shout from outside: "Stop it for me--"

There was a more violent ground shaking, and then suddenly the wind stopped, the boulders also stopped, and the crumbling cave seemed to be paused. Fu Baixue rushed out of the cave without further delay.

Looking head-on, I saw Zhaoyao with a wolf's tail and ears, kneeling on the ground, pressing the ground with both hands, with bulging veins on his forehead, blood oozing from his mouth and nose.Beside him was a sorcerer who couldn't stand up, clasped Zhaoyao's wrist tightly, and pressed his other hand to the ground, also described as embarrassed and sweaty.

Fu Baixue has long discovered that the powers of him and the witch merchant will collide and squeeze each other, but they will not meet with Zhaoyao's power. On the contrary, they are very compatible and can produce sub-powerful effects.

Obviously they cooperated on the spot and fished Fu Baixue out.Seeing him coming out, the two immediately put away their abilities, and the explosion from inside was no longer blocked, destroying the entire Shuilongpo wantonly.The sunny side on the mountainside is the slums they are all too familiar with. At this time, those little people like ants don't know what happened, they rush out in waves, dragging their families with them, or stumbling, as if they were stabbed The swarm of insects relocated from the old nest.

They had already avoided the high place, watching the scene in front of them quietly, no one said a word.

After a long while, the witch merchant said softly: "Ivan is still inside, I don't know if he is dead or not."

Zhaoyao turned her head and stared at him, as if looking at some kind of monster, his voice broke: "What the hell do you care about Ivan at this time!?" He gritted his back molars, his cheeks twitched, as if trying to Restraining something, he sneered after a while, "If it wasn't for you——if it wasn't for you!"

The witch merchant completely ignored his words, as if he hadn't seen him, and walked towards the cave like a wandering soul, but was grabbed by Zhaoyao: "What are you doing?"

The witch merchant threw him away, and said indifferently: "Since you are all fine, then I will go back. I want to see Ivan die with my own eyes."

Zhaoyao subconsciously thought that going back meant the house they bought in Yujingchun, but suddenly realized that the other party meant going back to the cave.

For witch merchants, probably only where there is zero is called "going back".

"And then?" Zhaoyao glared at him, "Are you going to die?"

The witch merchant glanced at him: "You don't need to worry about it."

Zhaoyao laughed "ha", and then punched the witch merchant to the ground!Then he lifted his brother's collar, and said word by word: "I don't care how you humiliate yourself—but your life was saved by my brother! You must live, do you understand?"

"..." The witch merchant seemed to be nailed to the ground by an invisible sharp sword. He trembled violently, curled up in the wasteland full of rubble, and then hugged his shoulders tightly, sobbing silently stand up.

I hate him.

he thinks.Clutching at the grass stalks beneath him, ignoring them to cut his hands.

I hate him so much.

Zhaoyao ignored the witch merchant's self-pity, and walked up to Fu Baixue who had been silent all this time.

Fu Baixue did not look at him with downcast eyes, only he understood that the cause of Ling's death was not to save the witch merchant, but to save Zhaoyao.But he couldn't say it, but he really didn't know how to deal with the child he had raised with his own hands.

In the end, he only asked wearily: "I'm sorry, I broke my promise. Do you want to come and punch me too?"

Of course Zhaoyao is qualified.He is the perfect victim, he was excluded from the beginning, and the people he trusted swore that they would come back whole, but gave him such an answer, of course he has the right to do that - to vent his anger Hurt Fu Baixue like you hurt a witch merchant——

The boy clenched his fists, his eyes were wide open, he refused to let tears fall, he just stared at Fu Baixue.

Just when Fu Baixue was about to punch him hard, Zhaoyao reached out and hugged him tightly.

"..." Fu Baixue was stunned.

The boy's fiery tears trickled down and fell on the man's shoulder.Zhaoyao choked with sobs and said, "You promised me—you clearly promised—why did you break your promise!"

If Zhaoyao beat him up, then Fu Baixue would be able to tell herself that she was cleared, but what he got was a hot hug.It was too warm, too scalding hot.

"........."

Fu Baixue stood there like a log, and suddenly felt that it was okay for Ling to sacrifice his life to save Zhaoyao—it was nothing to resent.

He closed his eyes again, buried all his emotions, and sighed softly: "Zhaoyao...you have grown up."

The gust of wind finally scattered away.

Zhaoyao is no longer a child.

A month later.

The witch merchant was wearing Ling's gaudy peach-red flowered gown, dangling in front of Zhaoyao like a bamboo pole.

"Azhao, Azhao~" he shouted in a sweet and sticky tone, "I'll show you something good."

Zhaoyao was secretly vigilant, but she was obediently pushed into a room by the young man.

In the center of that room was a giant glass petri dish in which half-mutilated human bodies floated.

"I can endow it with thinking, and make it talk and walk like a human. Let's kill that old man Qin Zhaojin and get Yu Jingchun down to make it a nest, shall we?"

Zhaoyao suddenly changed color, pulled his hair and smashed his face to the glass wall, couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Witch merchant, you understand, the eldest brother is dead! That's a meat ball!"

The witch merchant is now so skinny that he would collapse when the wind blows, he didn't break free from Zhaoyao's shackles, he just turned his head, imitating the man in his memory, and whistled a frivolous whistle.

The witch merchant is becoming more and more a jerk now, unlike the cynicism and meanness of the past, he is now crazy like an opera singer.Zhaoyao was too lazy to quarrel with him—and he couldn't quarrel, he held back his anger and said stiffly: "As long as you don't kill yourself, it's up to you."

one year later.

Zhaoyao, who has been promoted to Minister of the Armed Forces, finished her work report and was just about to leave the office of 'Wushan', when she looked back as if remembering something.

"Azhao, is there anything else?" The man with the name of Mr. Wushang asked with a smile on his face.

Zhaoyao didn't answer, although she knew that he was just a puppet made by Wushang's ability, but after all he had thoughts and emotions, it was difficult for Zhaoyao to use "it" to refer to it like Fu Baixue or Wushang.

He didn't make a sound, only coughed dryly, and his eyes slipped to the Wushang lying on the knee of 'Wushen'.

"Today is his death day...do you want to go with me