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Zheng Shushu's back bent deeply.

Years of hard work made him have a strong and tall body, with the strength of an adult male. The pain and torture that has never stopped for many years has tempered him, like steel tempered in fire, hard and tenacious.

It is these hands that have been stained with the blood of hundreds of villagers, and have tested the warmth and coldness of flesh and blood.

It was also these hands that picked up the carving knife and poured their hatred into the wooden puppets one by one, and then looked coldly at those enemies who hated but were powerless when they were young, howling in pain day and night in the ghost show .

But now, these hands only hugged the little girl's thin shoulders.

But trembling as if he was holding the whole world, lest the treasure he protected would be hurt by others.

but……

But what Mr. Yan said is right, when will this crime be counted?He has been trapped in hatred for too long, should Tiantian also bear everything he has experienced?

Mingming... Mingming's mother originally named her Tiantian, in order to make her sister a life of peace, but why did things backfire?

Zheng Shu was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Xie Jiaojiao was stunned in Zheng Shuhu's arms for a moment, her mind was in a mess, she never thought that one day, her brother, who had always been obedient to her, would refute her words.

"Tiantian, my brother has killed enough, and he's tired. Why hasn't the torment of those villagers returned to us?"

Zheng Shushu's eyes were blurred, like ice flakes spreading on the glass, and even his voice was unrealistically erratic: "The guardians of hell... have never been strangers, but are also evil spirits..."

Layman Chengyun once said that the southwest is where the old Fengdu is, where ghosts live, howling constantly all year round, and ghost messengers patrol to guard the evil ghosts.

If the villagers were evil spirits, then what was he who sent them to hell with his own hands and watched them suffer torture?

If Mr. Yan and the foreigner were him back then, then how is he now... different from an evil ghost?

Didn't he become the person he hated the most?

Zheng Shushu never thought that things would become what they are today. It wasn't until Yan Shixun asked sharply that he suddenly realized that he seemed to be in a prison. Both himself and his sister were trapped here by his own hands.

This is not revenge.

The future he was looking forward to had still not come.

"Tiantian, my brother has made mistakes too many times, but this time, this time..."

Zheng Shushu was choked with sobs, he lowered his head, held his younger sister's immature cheeks with trembling hands, tears fell, hit her cheeks, and then slowly slid down.

"Brother, I want to do the right thing once."

"Like layman Chengyun, or Mr. Yan..."

He has no way of his own, nor is he a Taoist.But he has seen the moment when the greatest ascetic in the world was martyred, and he has seen the moment when the world is also moved and recognized.

He once looked up at the pure white crane shadow in hell, and knew that he had fallen so deep that he wanted to chase but couldn't break free from the swamp of ghosts.

But he also wants to see the clouds and mists in the sky and the earth.

And now, once again, he saw the glimmer of hope that he had missed.

——The ghost exorcist sneaked into hell, among the ghosts, stretched out his hand to him.

But this time, Zheng Shu didn't want to miss it again, and regret it day and night in the next five or ten years.

"After Layman Chengyun died, I swore that I would never harm another life, never leave the village for half a step, and guard you until I die."

Zheng Shushu's hoarse voice was full of exhaustion and tenderness. He even raised his hand and put the hair scattered on his cheeks behind his ears for his sister.

The smile on his lips is the relief and relief of a dying person who has given up the whole world.

"Sister, brother can't let you go, so... let's go with brother."

"Before everything is too bad to the point of no return, end it all, and then wait for the next life, I will still be your brother."

"At that time, let me make up for all the things I have done wrong in this life and be a qualified brother. I promise, I will not let anyone have a chance to hurt you again."

Zheng Shushu's voice became deeper and deeper, and finally it was as weak as ashes, and it dissipated when the wind blew.

When Xie Jiaojiao heard what Zheng Shushu said, a bad premonition emerged in her heart.

She wanted to break free from Zheng Shushu's embrace, but Zheng Shushu's arm was like a fortress, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't shake it.

"Zheng Shu!"

Xie Jiaojiao went mad with anger: "Are you going to betray me now! Why, why! Aren't you my brother? Didn't you swear on your mother's remains to protect me? You are a coward who broke your promise! fraud!"

Each of the girl's sharp shouts hurt Zheng Shushu's heart.

But he still didn't let go, just weeping silently, letting Xie Jiaojiao struggle in his arms, punching and kicking.

Zheng Shushu looked deeply at Yan Shixun through the ghostly rotting corpses in the theater. In his old eyes, there was only a dullness after exhaustion and pain, which was so firm that it could not be shaken.

Yan Shixun's eyes quietly watched all this without blinking.

When Zheng Shushu looked over, he lowered his head slightly and greeted Zheng Shushu.

"The rest...please rest assured and leave it to me." Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, with a sigh.

Facing the ghost baby that even the world can't help, Yan Shixun never dared to relax his vigilance.He was well aware of the power and terror of the ghost baby, so he acted cautiously even more carefully. After he failed in one blow, he quickly reconstructed several solutions in his mind and verified the feasibility one by one.

At that time, Yan Shixun noticed the aura belonging to Zheng Shushu.

Because of this, he had the idea of ​​persuading Zheng Shushu to deal with the ghost baby.

Although Zheng Shushu is a stranger, in fact, he not only inherited the bone replacement technique passed down from the Zheng family, but also reached the pinnacle in carpentry.

Before Xie Jiaojiao's memory was awakened due to the kidnapping case, it was Zheng Shushu who stood by his side and killed the enemies with his own hands, sending the people in the village surnamed Bai to death one by one, and single-handedly created the massacre of Baizhihu Village.

Paper money spread all over the lake, and the sound of wailing continued for months.

Zheng Shu also had an epiphany of life through repeated death and rebirth.

But later, he handed over all this to Xie Jiaojiao, and was greatly shocked by Li Chengyun's appearance, so he chose to stop.

But when it comes to power.

It is almost the same life trajectory as Xie Jiaojiao... No, Zheng Shuji, who is even more miserable than Xie Jiaojiao, has the same power as Xie Jiaojiao, and is not inferior to the ghost baby Xie Jiaojiao.

At the very least, Xie Jiaojiao still had Xie Lin's heartfelt love for nine years. During the decades of her disappearance, Xie Lin had always cared about her. She had someone who truly loved her.

But Zheng Shu, nothing.

Back then, the young boy saw his pregnant mother Shen Hufu resurface, and the heart-piercing pain was unconsoled. He escaped from the village with scars on the verge of death. I have lived in exile for more than ten years, tasted all kinds of situations in the world, experienced all hardships and hardships, and brushed shoulders with death several times.

Suffering tempered him.

Zheng Shushu, who was still a young man, planned the death of the entire village with his own hands after he graduated from school, but no one could share his joy and pain with him.

When he stood among the corpses all over the ground and looked back, only the cold mountain wind whizzed by, and no one was standing by his side.

Except for Master Bai, no one remembers Zheng Shushu. They don't know that such an amazingly talented carpenter ever existed.

He was supposed to be an acclaimed master carpenter, but he was stuck in it and couldn't leave.

Pain and anger are the best ingredients for brewing a glass of wine.

Yan Shixun concluded that if Li Chengyun hadn't passed through Baizhi Lake many years ago, Zheng Shushu was shocked and even determined to stop, then Zheng Shushu would grow up to the point where he could compete with ghost babies in the next few years .

It is even debatable who will give birth to the new world in the end.

Therefore, one of Yan Shixun's plans is to push Zheng Shushu on the basis of Li Chengyun.

He is like a cold and rational machine, mercilessly opened Zheng Shushu's wound, allowing him to recall the painful memories of the past, and empathize with everyone in the program group.

—— Zheng Shushu's weakness has always been his family.

Yan Shixun's words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Zheng Shushu's heart.

Xie Jiaojiao's self-conceived sowing and discord failed to shake Yan Shixun. No matter how she was a ghost baby, she was a collection of all resentment and ghostly aura, but after all, she had never seen a wider world.

She was protected by Xie Lin's love when she was a human being, and Zheng Shushu was always by her side when she fell into an evil spirit. The pain and the world she saw were not as good as Yan Shixun's.

Instead, Yan Shixun returned the carbine, shaking Zheng Shushu.

The moment Yan Shixun lowered his head towards Zheng Shushu, a smile appeared on his lips, and then when he raised his head, it melted like snow.

With Yan Shixun's guarantee, Zheng Shushu finally closed his eyes with a smile, as if he had confessed his last nostalgia in this life, then hugged Xie Jiaojiao tightly,

The flames suddenly rose up around him, enveloping the two of them in an instant, the air trembled violently under the high temperature, reflected in Xie Jiaojiao's eyes, lighting up her gloomy eyes like a golden sunset.

On the stage of the shadow puppetry, the candlelight fell, and the flame spread along the curtain in an instant, burning the entire theater.

The rotting corpses and wooden dolls turned around and tried to escape, but they couldn't compare to the speed of the fire's spread, and were swallowed by the flames in an instant.

Xie Jiaojiao looked at the surrounding flames in horror, trembling and crying hysterically.

She manipulates all the wooden puppets, causal feedback, she manipulates life, and is also manipulated by life.

The locust wood helped her trap all the ghosts here, but at the same time gave her the weakness of the wood attribute, so that her soul was firmly bound to the tree, so that the invisible ghost baby became visible and had the ability to be attacked. weakness.

She is afraid of the flames from Zheng Shu.

The fire once burned in the souls of all the villagers surnamed Bai, and was even projected in the shadow puppetry, leaving traces of burning flames on Zheng Shu's house and the houses in the village. A testimony of the oath not to step out of the White Paper Lake.

Zheng Shu has always had the opportunity to suppress his sister, but he is reluctant.

But now, the elder brother has finally made up his mind and responded to the oath he made to Li Chengyun many years ago.

The flames quickly engulfed the theater, and the originally dark space was illuminated golden red, and the roiling heat wave dispelled the gloomy chill.

Xie Jiaojiao's sharp shouts came from the sea of ​​flames.

"Zheng Shu! Zheng Shu!!! I hate you, I will not forgive you!!!"

"Brother, brother, save me... save Jiaojiao, don't..."

Xie Jiaojiao was crying.

The little puppet in her arms fell to the ground, covered in blood, lying on his back looking at the sky illuminated by the flames, his stunned eyes suddenly blinked.

Immediately, tears of blood flowed down from the puppet's eyes.

It tried to stretch out its arms to Xie Jiaojiao, trying to protect Xie Jiaojiao behind him, comfort her and let her not be afraid.But the body made into a puppet can't even do such a small thing.

The little puppet can only watch all this happen.

Finally, when the flames burned on it, it looked up at Xie Jiaojiao with deep nostalgia.

Then, he lowered his arms feebly.

completely engulfed in flames.

"younger sister……"

The flames made Yan Shixun's handsome face red, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his eye sockets were sore by the beating light, a thin mist of water surged up, his eyes shone like the setting sun falling on the water, breaking golden waves.

And Ye Li, who had been guarding behind Yan Shixun, also stepped forward slowly, walked to Yan Shixun's side, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Ye Li stared indifferently at the ghosts and gods who wanted to hurt Yan Shixun, screaming and struggling in the flames, shaking his body, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

Even if Xie Jiaojiao did not die at the hands of Zheng Shushu, he would not let her go.

Exhausting Fengdu's soldiers and ghosts, he will definitely die here for the arrogance of the new ghost who uttered wild words, and will not give her the slightest chance to hurt Yan Shixun.

Rather, Zheng Shuji's act of recognizing the situation in time saved Xie Jiaojiao, making her death at least not too painful.

Zheng Shushu bore the flames with his physical body, and he was in pain every inch, but he didn't say a word, and when he died, he still had a relieved smile in his eyes.

Whether it is his sin or the hatred of his parents, it ends here, and there will be no continuation from then on.

Zheng Shushu had nothing to do with his pursuit of Li Chengyun and his guilt towards his sister, and in the midst of struggling, he had no choice but to sacrifice himself.

At least, at the last moment of his life, he finally obtained the peace of soul.

He looked at Xie Lin who was burned into ashes, sighed lightly, and completely lost consciousness in the flames, falling into the endless peaceful darkness.

Xie Jiaojiao's cries gradually weakened, and were finally buried in the crackling of the flames.

The figure in the sea of ​​flames crashed down, falling into ashes all over the ground.

At the same time, all the carrion and wooden puppets in the theater were burned to death.

Whether it is the puppet that imprisoned the souls of the villagers, or the puppet that has not been replaced in time and is prepared for everyone in the program group.

The entire Huzhong Theater, which carried the tragedy and pain of Xie Jiaojiao's life, collapsed in the flames. Whether it was the ghost show that has been passed down for thousands of years, or the sinful souls trapped in it, they were all buried in the sea of ​​fire, and were brought by Zheng Shushu's death. Walk.

Ye Li lowered his eyes slightly.

He looked at Yan Shixun's palm hanging by his side, and slowly stretched out his hand, his bony palm gently wrapped Yan Shixun's hand in it.

The slightly cool touch brought back Yan Shixun's sanity, he withdrew his gaze fixed on the flame, and looked sideways at Ye Li beside him.

Immediately, he smiled lightly.