: Extra: Chapter 83

Zhou Hui stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face moved subtly, suddenly showing a less serious smile.
As soon as Chu He looked at his expression, he knew that there would be no good things. Sure enough, he immediately heard him smile and asked Mahabo: "Good boy, since you have eaten too, your mother has seen it, and your misfortune has broken out. Are you ready to go back to the sea of ​​blood? Your father and I have been in a bad mood recently, and if you missed it, you chopped you into three or five pieces..."
Maha rhetorically asked: "Who do you think is more likely to cut someone into three or five pieces?"
The wind blew and the world changed color. The huge movement of the magic dragon finally alarmed the clerics of the outer palace in the distance, and the shrines covered with snow covered the snow, and the shrines lit up one after another.
With a loud bang, the dragon slammed into the scarlet torii not far away, opened the big mouth of the blood basin, and gave a terrifying roar to the reborn Phoenix's daughter-in-law!
The father and son stared at each other in the gust of wind, half a stroke of the sword, and the metal rubbed, making a sour sound that made the eardrum tear.
"You no longer have any binding force on me. The old man should obediently withdraw from the stage of history, or less interfere with others."
Zhou Hui said with a smile: "Don't talk too much, who might withdraw from the stage of history may be. But I'm quite sure that you will withdraw from the stage of life..."
Chuhe frowned.
However, Maha's frosty face did not show any anger. On the contrary, he lifted his chin slightly, staring at Zhou Hui from the top, his eyes under the eyelashes flashing a strange light:
"Leave mother," he said lightly. "Don't let my mother stand in front of you when you die."
Chu He shot suddenly, but the next second, Zhou Hui grabbed his collar and threw it vigorously, then immediately raised his knife and rushed in front of Maha!
Chu He landed steadily and said sharply: "Zhou Hui! Maha!"
I saw that in the hurricane, the pair of father and son with magical bloodline fought brazenly, the sword slammed like a storm and raged through the border, sending out thousands of glareless eyes!
Vermillion wooden pillars broke and fell one after another, and then fell heavily, making a dull roar on the bluestone corridor.
"Are you two sick?" Chu He said angrily: "If you don't make a death, don't you end my life?"
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At the same time, the temple altar.
Yan Lanyu grabbed the edge of the gap in time and space, and a terrible blue fire broke out when the spell was burning. Not far away, Yoshitaka knelt down on the side with blood on his face, shook his head vigorously before recovering his consciousness.
"Teacher...Uncle..." A tantra disciple was half pressed against the collapsed rubble, barely shouting: "Please do me a favor, Uncle Aida..."
"Damn it!" Xiang Tianyi yelled in the shock, got up staggeringly, kicked on the big broken brick pressed on the disciple, and then turned around staggering regardless of whether the disciple could struggle out Yan Lanyu pounced.
I saw a huge suction in the gap between time and space, and almost sucked half of Yan Lanyu's body into it. But at the same time, he was surrounded by countless innocent souls, they were weeping and flying, and their countless dry hands were stretched out in the void, grabbing his ankles and nailing him to the ground.
It must have been an uncountable wraith that has been sealed by Ise Shrine for hundreds of years. Its strength is almost already visible-I saw two clear black handprints appearing on Yan Lanyu's ankles, like a horror movie The traces of being touched by ghosts in the middle of the screen are scary at first glance.
"damn it!"
Xiang Tianqi hurriedly took out the last spell in the enchantment and quickly read the spell, followed by a rare black fire in the sign.
"You're going to die for me—" Xiang Tian yelled, and snapped the spell on Yan Lanyu's Heavenly Spirit!
Scattering the air to spread in all directions, the ghosts screamed and screamed away, and the breathless wind around them suddenly cleared.
Yan Lanyu's body suddenly lost its support, the Yinshi soul issued a long, long scream, and then his entire body was swallowed into the gap between time and space!
The gap between the brushes closed, and Yan Lanyu's figure disappeared into the void.
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Darkness and nothingness.
Time stopped flowing, the air was so light that there was no sound, and the void seemed like a vast ocean.
Yan Lanyu tried his best to stretch out his hand, but his body sank slowly, and he could only watch the only light above his head rise and go to rebirth in 2006.
...What is this familiar feeling?
Yan Lanyu's eyes widened, but her pupils were blank and out of focus.
Yes, it is death.
Numerous broken pictures flashed like waves in all directions, and they all fluttered and fell.
That was really a clip from many years ago.
...
"Mr. Yan, we suspect that you are related to a software engineering leak. Please follow us."
"What are you doing? I'm just a lecturer... Hey! Let me go!"
Chen Nian's picture went down like a screen. In the yellowish light, a group of people forced the handcuffed man into the car and put it in the car, and then went away in the smoke of the car.
The door opened behind him, and the wind rolled up the newspaper in the living room, and it flew to the ground.
Yan Lanyu's dull face in the darkness was pale and cold, like a puppet, and even the last feeling disappeared.
However, the surging pictures continued. They were demons spreading from the bottom of the sea. They stretched out their giant hands to wrap him up, crushed them, and squeezed into a mass of blood foam mixed with bone residue from the inside out.
The dark cell was full of smell and smell. A thin, thin young man fell on the iron bed. The rusty iron ring was locked on his wrist and ankle. The blood-stained chain extended to the corner of the wall.
There was a clatter not far away, and the cell door opened. Several people in uniform flooded in, and Bi Gongbi asked to enter an old man wearing a yin and yang master's garb and his hair white.
"This is the lecturer of Dongda University?" The old man looked at the motionless young man in the iron bed and asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Master. He is an intelligence officer who has infiltrated our top secret experiment project in China. We tracked him for half a year before we caught him, but no matter how tortured, he could not force his jointer, and more information about the other spy organization ..."
The old man's white eyes looked at the young man. Although the other person's eyes were open, he had no energy, and he could not even see any signs of being alive.
"Can I take him away?"
"This--"
The old man saw the other's hesitation and slowly said, "If you don't say this, you won't say it even if you are tortured to death. Besides, he's already dying. There are very few people who exactly correspond to this age, gender, and four characters. It's rare that I have been searching for this extremely strong soul for so long..."
Several people quickly and humbly said yes, and the old man said again: "Don't worry, I will greet you at the police station."
He raised his wrinkled hands, patted Slowly, and a few bangs suddenly appeared in the air behind him, and a few low-level gods suddenly appeared, and he stepped forward to pull off the iron ropes on the hands and feet of the young man, removing him from the dirty Carry it up on the cold iron bed.
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!" The change of posture made the young man oppressed the abdominal cavity, and immediately issued a hoarse, unpleasant choking cough, bringing out a large piece of dark red dots of blood foam.
The old man looked at the eyelids, and saw that the gods carried him to the outside of the cell. When he passed the young man, he suddenly tried his best to raise his head and said hoarsely: "...I don't say anything... …"
"It doesn't matter," the old man said quietly.
"Anyway from now on, no one can hear your voice anymore."
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In a different dimension, Yan Lanyu's body was transformed by the vast void space, just like the time star reversed, and his feet touched the world's favorite concubine in the next moment.
He was like a puppet doll with no feeling, and after a while he turned around and looked behind him.
Yes, he remembers here.
This is an abandoned Japanese-style building, empty and withered, covered with dust and cobwebs.
All the windows were covered with dark wooden strips, and the light was thrown through the gaps of the wooden strips, reflecting on the ground, the wall, and the iron fence between the door and the dead welded.
The afternoon light is so blurred, the dust slowly floats in the light, just like the silent plankton in the deep sea.
Yan Lanyu's eyes were scattered and there was no focal length, and he fell to a erected wooden pillar in the middle of the big house after a while.
There was a young man hanging from it.
The young man's head fell down weakly. Although his feet were on the ground, the whole body was in a forward leaning position. Only with the hands that were bound on the wooden frame as the supporting point, did not fall to the ground.
His face was pale and gray, and it was the kind of dark gray with moisture in the rainy season, and even the chapped lips were the same color. His nose is straight and deep in contour, and he has not completely lost the shape of the five senses; but his eye sockets are deep and black, like a distressed dead body.
Yan Lanyu's gaze did not fluctuate at all, and fell on him.
That is a terrible body.
His chest, arms, and thighs were marked by large muscles under the knife, and the flesh was black and dry, exposing the bones of the forest. The grisly and terrible wound gave off a strong odor, which caused mosquitoes to buzz and scramble to adhere to the flesh and blood.
The scary thing is that at this point, he is still not dead.
Although it was difficult to notice, his chest was still slightly undulating.
Why not die? Yan Lanyu looked at him and thought.
Why is it that I haven't died yet?
He staggered a step forward, followed by another step, and finally stood unsteadily in front of the young man, gasping for a moment, reaching out to the gray and skinny neck.
End my pain.
That's it, hurry up to end my pain...
However, at the next moment, his finger was inserted through the neck of the young man, as if there was no physical image, and he put it out directly.
It's the same again, it's the same again.
The past is past, history is frozen in the pages of the book, and no matter how, it can not be changed.
Yan Lanyu looked at the man blankly, his lips trembling violently, and tears slowly poured out of his eyes, he let out a cry of depression, trembling and hoarseness.
When the iron door opened with a clatter, the sound of footsteps moved from far to near.
I saw two Onmyojis wearing kimonos walked into the big house, they were very young, and they were in their early twenties. They looked familiar with them through time after many years-one was Xiang Tianyi, and the other was the tantrician. Hui Qizhi.
Tianyi Qizhi stood at the door with his arms folded and looked around with interest, without saying anything.
Instead, Xiang Tianyi came closer to take a look, and didn't see Yan Lanyu, who was beside him in another time and space, covered his nose and shook his head: "Huh, why is this person so late for so long, he hasn't died."
"It won't be so easy," Tian Huiqi said. When he was young, his voice had a thicker and careless taste: "This is the process of refining the soul. It must be accumulated to a certain degree before Yang Shihun's resentment can be put into the underworld. The strongest pay and attend system."
"Wouldn't it be a long time to suffer like this?"
"Roughly the same."
"It's really tenacious!" Xiang Tianyi shook his head with emotion, withdrawing a dagger with a strange shape from his lower back, and asked back: "-- Where do you say today, Brother Tianli?"
They stared at each other for a moment, Tianzhi Qizhi blinked and smiled: "It doesn't matter wherever... hurry up."
In the void that no one could see, Yan Lanyu let out a painful gasp, trembling violently throughout her body.
His nails were stuck in the palm of his skin, because he was too hard, and there were bright red blood stains in his fingers, but he didn't respond.
He knew what would happen next.
He knew what kind of pain it was.
Why go through it again?
With all the costs to forget the humiliation and despair, why is the time changing suddenly and fate making people want to live through it again in front of their own eyes? !
Aida seemed interested in this kind of flesh and blood. He looked around the young man, his blade against the gray face, but then moved away.
"Well, it's easier to start with a little more meat," he said to himself, but his eyes touched the buzzing mosquitoes, and he couldn't help feeling another flurry of interest.
"It's such a dirty look, I don't know how many days I can live."
Aida casually chose the outer edge of the wound where the thigh had been cut off and stuck the blade. I saw that the torture tool was very special, with a sharp spoon shape under the tip of the knife, shimmering in the cold light; if the blade was punctured, the torture tool was twisted slightly, and the entire muscle can be easily dug out.
Yan Lanyu reached out in vain, but it was useless.
He is a phantom coming through time and space, a grievous soul returning from to the world.
He tried to grab Aida's hand again and again, but he went straight through the air again and again. He uttered a desperate cry, with a twisted choked throat as unwilling as a trapped beast, but it did not work even if he tried everything.
Don't...!
Don't do this to me!
stop! stop! !
However, he could only be dizzy, full of resentment, and watched Xiang Tian easily pierce the blade into his body, digging out a dreadful flesh and blood.
Yan Lanyu knelt on the ground, her spasmodic fingers pushed hard into her hair, and uttered a trembling cry.
"Okay, let's go back to the business," Ayada turned and relaxed easily.
"Huh."
Tianwei Qizhi stood up from the leaning wall and just walked out of the door, suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Aida asked.
"..."
Tianyi Qizhi didn't answer, but turned around, staring at the young man on the wooden frame who was trembling slightly with pain and murmured with a confused expression.
"What's wrong, brother?"
Tianwei Qizhi frowned and stood quietly for a long while before shaking his head and smiling: "It's nothing... It just seems to have heard the crying, and I feel a little strange. My old attack has a tail."
Aida smiled and asked, "Did you hear it wrong?"
"I don't know. It sounds terrible, it seems... It makes people cry uncomfortably."
Tianyi Qizhi also seemed a bit ridiculous, waved her hand with a smile, and walked out the door.
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I don’t know when it will start, Tianzhi Qizhi will often come to this abandoned big house to wander around twice.
Sometimes he came with Aida, most of them were executed; more often, he came by himself, just like studying esoteric problems, looking up and down at the scarred young man with curiosity and interest.
Sometimes he also brought some wine, but just poured himself out, and seemed to be completely indifferent to the smell of decay and ruin.
"It's really amazing to be a lecturer at Dongda University at this age."
"The weather is getting colder and colder. Where is your home? What is your hometown this season?"
"No wonder the master wants to take you the soul of Yin and Yang, how can you still support it?"
...
The young man's body is getting more and more serious, and he spends all day in a coma.
However, Tian Chi Qizhi didn't care. He seemed to find some kind of fun in this way of getting along with himself and talking to himself, even if he didn't say anything at all, he could be happy all afternoon.
"I have known you for so long, and I don't know your name." When he was leaving one day, he suddenly looked at the young man with a little regret.
"If you can talk, can you tell me your name?"
The young man's eyes were closed and he was not breathing.
Only the slight undulations of the chest that were extremely insignificant could prove that he had not completely died.
Tian Hui Qi Zhi sighed.
"What a pity... if you don't know the name, you can't really know it."
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The first snow finally fell in winter. The white snow fog was blowing, and the cold wind was curling with small ice slag, making a sobbing sound between the window eaves.
When the night came, lively voices came from far away, and fireworks opened in the night, reflecting gorgeous fireworks.
The iron door of the cell was opened again, and Tian Yi Qizhi was wrapped in a thick robe, carrying a lantern, carrying a jug of wine, and wrapped in a cold air, and came in and laughed: "Today is New Year's Eve."
"The new year is coming. Today is the day of the family reunion. It is said that the fireworks will be put all night." He sat on the floor, poured himself a glass of wine, and smiled: "Now, I wish myself a happy new year, healthy and longevity... what you say No need."
The young man's head moved slightly.
At this time the fireworks bloom in the night sky outside, the momentary light reflects his barely raised eyes.
"..."
"Huh? Are you awake?" Tianyi Qizhi was surprised, put down the glass and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"..."
The young man's lips moved, but in fact no sound came out.
Tianxu Qizhi stood up and walked to his side.
The situation of the young man is already very bad. His face is pale gray, his pupils are dim and his eyes are cloudy. That is a sign that simulates the mayor in a few days. There was only a skeleton left in one of his arms, and dried flesh and blood were attached to it; the rest of the body was not too good, but it should have been no longer painful.
Tianli Qizhi looked at him, and his eyes seemed to have a little pity.
"Well, it's rare that you have lasted so long, I will give you a New Year's gift."
"..."
"You talk about your wishes first, and then I say mine. It is fair to deal with them-as long as you don't ask me to commit suicide, everything else is OK, how?"
The young man made an ambiguous voice, and Tianyi Qizhi stared at him with interest.
"……I……"
"kill……"
"kill me……"
The cell fell into a long silence.
Fireworks lifted out of the window, brightening the sky, and then came the glorious explosion when blooming. People farther abound, the New Year’s Eve festival is very lively, and spread far away in the wind.
The cold wind let out a hissing whine from the gap in the window.
"Okay," said Tian Qiqi after a long time.
"But you have to tell me your name in exchange. This is the New Year gift I want."
However, the young man lowered his head, as if he had no more energy to say one more word.
His head was drooping, and the sound was silent, as if his heartbeat had stopped. Tian Hui Qi Zhi waited for a long time, but could not hear anything except his own breath.
He finally smiled helplessly.
"...It seems that I should be bounced."
Tian Ling Qi Zhi raised his hand, his fingers together, and pressed against the young man's cold chest.
Under your fingertips is a slightly beating heart-it has persisted for so long, so long that people even want to see it beating forever.
"Goodbye, someone who owes me a New Year gift."
The four fingers cut into the chest easily, and touched the heart in the slight crack of the bone.
The young man twitched slightly, followed by black blood pouring out of the corner of his mouth, and a sharp puffing voice made in his throat.
The next second, his heart was pierced, and after his body was beating violently, he collapsed silently.
He will never have any movement again.
The scarred soul, which persisted for a long time, finally passed through the mountains and wilderness in the cold north wind on New Year's Eve, across the frozen Miyako Strait, and whistled towards his hometown.
Bells came from afar, zero was coming.
The shrine will ring a hundred and eight bells, with grace and dignity and endless curling. It means that the evil in the old year is driven away, and the welfare of the new year is coming; when the bell stops, it is zero o'clock, and the new year comes to the earth in the hope of all.
The fireworks burst into laughter.
Tianli Qizhi pulled out his palm and made a slight noise when flesh and blood rubbed. He looked at the young man's broken body, his eyes dimmed in the shadows.
"……happy New Year."
He said softly, turned and walked out of the cell.