Chapter 264:

Fan Jialuo looked at Zhang Wencheng, who was still awkward but still unshakable, with a pair of dark-eyed pupils like a windless sea, so calm and indifferent.
Zhang Wencheng was timid by him, but he chuckled uncontrollably. After a hundred years, this person hasn't changed at all. He looked at you, his pupils were so tender and tender. When you were caught in it, you couldn't extricate yourself, but you couldn't get him any care anymore. Until then you will find that he only looked at you, but he did not see you at all, let alone in his heart.
He has never been in harmony with this world.
Zhang Wencheng was holding the twisted gold wire birdcage, and the more he laughed, the louder he was.
Fangallo bent over slightly, his voice low: "Master Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time."
After a lapse of many years, he was still so calm and indifferent, never angry and murderous, as if he betrayed him, killed him, and then took away all his people, not Zhang Wencheng in front of him.
But the more he is, the colder Zhang Wencheng's heart is. His scarlet double pupils have gradually lost focus, and his voice is dragging long and hollow, as if falling into another time and space, "Van Galo, long time no see. Ha, I know you must not die. Even if Song Enci pierced the heart , Into the magic circle that is said to suppress the soul for thousands of years, I also know that you ca n’t die. How could Song Enci kill you, hahaha ... "
Van Gogh looked down at him without saying a word, not expressing his expression, even his eyes were calm.
Zhang Wencheng seemed to be in memory, patted the bird cage, and grinned: "Do you remember the bird that was taken away by the wild cat? You gently let its stiff body flap its wings and come alive. You hold it up and let it fly back and forth, I will never forget the miraculous scene in my life. I was so sick at the time that I could n’t even stand up, I really envy the bird! I thought You can save me like you saved it, but you refused mercilessly. You can do it, but you just can't save it, why? "
In his crimson eyes, there was endless hatred: "You said you can't easily use the power of jade pendant, but why did you save a bird in front of me and make me crazy? Desire. When it was night, the birds were tired and came back to find you, but you put your fingers together and pinched it alive. Song Enci and I were hiding in the dark and looking at you, really terrified. "
"At that time, I really didn't understand the meaning of what you did. But I went through a century of drifting, and now I am like a man without ghosts or ghosts. I finally want to understand that you are letting us see it on purpose. You deliberately saved the bird in front of us, and deliberately pinched it in front of us. You gave us hope and made us despair. You know that my greatest wish is to live, but you put this tentacle The desire to put it is in a place that I can see, but it will never let me get it. "
"Are you tempting me and Song Enci? Right? You deliberately! You put delicious pastries on an abyss that never ends."
"You laid a big lie! You told us that you can get long life when you get the jade pendant, but you didn't tell us that the price of longevity is to live like this ghost! In these years, all the pain we have suffered is within your expectations. The bird in this cage was released by you and killed by your own hands. The cage was empty and it seemed like a waste, so you put me and Song Enci into a new cage bird. "
"For this reason, I thought about it for more than a hundred years before I understood it, but unfortunately Song Enci didn't understand it. She didn't believe that all this was your arrangement! Van Gogh, you are intentional, right? You arranged me The fate of Song also arranged the fate of Song Enci, and even arranged his own death and resurrection. You know everything, you must know everything! You tell me, why do you do this? Why do you use this absurdity Way to tease us and let us fall into such a long period of pain? You let me die! "
Van Ghalo squatted halfway down, depicting the crystal orchid on his chest with his slender fingertips, and asked calmly, "I stole the jade pendant, murdered the mouth, and succumbed to the teacher's door. Did I force you? ?"
Zhang Wencheng opened his mouth, but just spit out a blood foam. He couldn't find language to refute this sentence.
"Song Enci wants the position of the head of the Tianshui school, wants the master's preference, wants fame and fortune, wants to become god; and you want to live, want longevity, want to override the entire world. You want There are too many. And what do I want, do you know? "
Fangallo retracted his fingertips and slowly stood up.
Zhang Wencheng asked with a tremble: "What do you want?"
Fangallo hooked his lips and said softly: "I want to destroy all people like you."
Zhang Wen, like an ice sculpture, is generally frozen in place, and his red eyes are wide open, as if he has seen the most terrifying demon and ghost in the world.
In a trance, he remembered the first meeting with this person.
He was wearing a whitish robe at that time, tilting his head, squinting his eyes, and looking over with a smile, his face illuminated by the blazing sun glowed with gorgeous colors, his red lips slightly opened, but his voice was just like the spring The snow water is generally clean: "Master Zhang, how long can you borrow your house for a few days?"
At that time, Zhang Wencheng was already dying of illness, but when he saw this person, he seemed to find a feeling of being alive in an instant. Why would he want to kill him later? Why did you join forces with Song Enci to embark on this path of no return?
It is because of desire! The desire to live finally defeated the emotions, making him confuse Song Enci, and joined hands with her to do such a thing that the conscience disappeared. But if it wasn't for Fangallo's every move, words and deeds that gave birth to this desire, they would not take that step.
But in the end, what did they get? They are indeed alive for a long time, but their bodies are getting weaker and getting older every day. It was only at this time that they were shocked to find that longevity did not mean that eternal youth stayed. The wish they made was a curse from the beginning.
To understand the curse, he and Song Enci parted ways. She became her saint, he became his monster ...
Recalling this, Zhang Wencheng laughed again, one after another, as if very happy. Laughing, he raised his head and asked: "Is the two paths that Song Enci and I chose wrong from the beginning?"
Fangalaman replied: "Different paths, but the same."
"Different paths lead to the same goal, so different paths lead to the same goal, so I will end now, and Song Enci will end in the future? Ha ha ha ... this is really ridiculous, ha ha ha ... Van Gogh, you know everything, and none of us can escape you Palm of your hand. Poor Song Enci thought she had won, ha ha ha ... "
Zhang Wencheng almost laughed and choked, coughing blood in his mouth, and finally sighed: "Van Galo, I really want to know what kind of expression Song Enci sees when you are still alive. It is a pity that she hid too well. Galo, I thought we would meet again, we will have a battle ... "
"Fighting with you, dirty my hands." Van Gaal stepped back two steps, lest the blood spewed out when the other person spoke could splash his toes and trouser legs.
Zhang Wencheng: ...
The unwillingness and anger in his heart was finally crushed by this sentence.
"So, even my final ending, have you already arranged it? I'm wrong. I should have known that I can't fight you," Zhang Wencheng's eyes bleed and bleed, and his voice was endlessly desolate: " If time can go back, I wish I had never met you, I would die peacefully and quietly, I would be alone. "
He used his last effort to deflect the heavier head over, spurted blood violently, and then opened his cracked eyes, and suddenly died. Since Fangallo was filthy, he left the final cleanliness to him, and the mouth was covered with the blood of sin, and he didn't splash on him.
The cost of Zhang Wen is an undead body, but after all, he is no match for the sin he created himself. No matter how strong his recovery ability is, those clay dolls can eat up his internal organs at a faster rate. A person has no internal organs, only one empty shell, can he still live?
Since he couldn't live, Zhang Wencheng's unparalleled skin bag slowly deflated. While he had not completely turned into blood with the dozens of clay dolls, Van Gogh opened the magnetic field and darted into his chest, trying to summon the jade piece.
Unexpectedly, at this time, dozens of green-blue vines actually punctured Zhang Wencheng's chest, first wrapped the shimmering jade pendant, and then pierced Zhang Wencheng's skin sac, dragging him into the dry bone The interior of the mountain.
The vines were sharp like swords, cutting a skeleton and piercing the smelly mud, dragging Zhang Wencheng into the endless ground. Fangalo immediately jumped into the cave that ran through the vines, but eventually did not chase deeper.
He could feel that the vine contained great power, which he cannot deal with now.
At this time, he stood inside this mountain made of dead bones, but found that it was hollow, the outer layer was wrapped with bones, and the inner layer was piled with many black ashes, and each one was drilled out of a cylindrical object. A cave like a wormhole.
If I had to find a similar thing to describe, Van Gaal felt that the mountain was more like an ant's nest, but walking through it, decayed these bones bit by bit, and devoured clean but not ants. It is the root system. Flexible root systems like those vines.
Zhang Wencheng piled these bones here, by no means put them in good looks, he is using these bones to support a plant. Like him, the ashes jars and glass bottles filled with blood water stored in Su Fengxi's villas may be used for this purpose.
Thinking about this, Fangalo covered his abdomen and reinforced the space surrounding the seed; he also thought of the blue fruit that Zhang Wencheng swallowed when he recovered his human form; and Su Fengxi had been young for so many years. The secrets of beauty; and the cosmetics that make Jana and other people's faces so that no one is ghosts or ghosts; there are blue potions that can stimulate the human body's potential and even cultivate spirits.
These strange things, heavy doubts, and full of secrets finally opened the tip of the iceberg at this time. Everything is caused by this plant. It seems to be able to absorb all sins, bad karma, vitality, and lifelessness, and then bear fruit, so that the person taking it will remain young, or gain powerful power.
Its fruit is very similar to the jade piece that can fulfill all wishes.
Fangallo looked up at the hole and couldn't stop sighing. All the demons lurking in the dark seemed to have awakened, and were stronger than he expected.
When he tried his best to sense the future, an anxious voice came from above: "Teacher Fan, how are you?"
"I'm here." Fangallo responded immediately.
"Have you been injured?" Minister Yan's head appeared at the hole, and then a few beams of light shone down.
Fangalo's pupil was facing the bright light, but his eyelashes were not trembling. "I'm fine."
"You wait, we will pull you up immediately." It was found that there was only Fan teacher below, and there was a black hole directly reaching the ground. Minister Yan immediately put a rope down.
A few minutes later, Fangallo climbed to the top of the mountain, picked up the frosted crystal orchid, and looked down, and found that it had not been stained with dirt, so he threw it into the dark bone hole.
"Teacher Fan, what about that monster? Is he dead? How can vines grow on his chest?" Minister Yan asked anxiously.
"Actually, he is bound to die by blood and sin. But the vine that took him away is very weird. I am not 100% sure that he will die. By the way, you are not looking to make those blue potions. Raw material? I guess the vine is that it was once filled with its root system. "
Fangalo pointed to the hole in the Finger Mountain and guessed: "This is probably where Zhang Wencheng planted those fruits."
Minister Yan said with fear, "That vine seems to be alive!"
"It's not as if it is alive. It is wise." Van Gogh slowly walked down the mountain.
"What do you mean by that? Do you mean it's fine?" Minister Yan chased back and asked.
"Yes."
Hearing this answer, Minister Yan fell on the spot.
"Is it harmful? What does it want to do?" Minister Yan hurriedly asked, ignoring the mouthful of mud.
"Don't you realize it yet?" Van Gogh stood under the high bone mountain, and pointed the finger at the deep valley covered with mist and debris, saying: "It uses human bones, human flesh, and human blood as fertilizer. If it wants If you want to continue to grow, you will kill and kill many people. "
Minister Yan looked back at these countless bones, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "How many people killed many people?"
"It's about to kill it." Van Gogh gave a terrifying answer in a calm tone.
Minister Yan's head buzzed, and he collapsed on the bone pile on the spot.
Immediately afterwards, a technician climbed out of the mountain and shouted, "Minister, there are traces of the growth of the plant's root system. According to our inference, this plant is very large, but it disappeared, like it has grown. Feet, slipped away from the ground! Minister Yan, I really don't lie to you! "
"I know!" Minister Yan shouted, and then the whole person was decadent.
"Why am I so hard? When I was the Minister of Special Defense, so many strange cases happened! The previous Special Defense Department caught a few more ghosts, how come to me is a demon! Teacher Vatican, this case How did it break? Where did we go to grab that vine? It slipped away from the soil, and we wouldn't escape! "Minister Yan thumped his head in frustration.
"It has already run away, and can't catch it for the time being. Let's find out the behind-the-scenes hands that changed the national treasures." Van Galo said calmly.
There is also an unsolved case of Minister Yan who suddenly lay down without any image, feeling that this day cannot be passed!
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Fangalo returned to his old house at night and walked into the basement to hug Xu Yiyang, who was still asleep, as if he had never left.
At the same time, Song Rui, who got up and drank water in the early morning, found that a message he had never read was lying on his WeChat, and it was also from Van Gogh, so he immediately opened it to check it out, and spouted a mouthful of water. He coughed straight, and then chuckled uncontrollably.
He propped his forehead with his hand, but couldn't stop the happiness and joy of endless diarrhea in his shiny eyes.
He nodded with his fingertips, and quickly returned a "good" word.
At the top of this message, Van Gogh asked a sentence in a plain tone: [Will you move in together? 】
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The next day, Song Rui and Van Gogh made an appointment and moved together. Halfway along, they were robbed by the fierce Minister Yan to Hong Kong City, where they met with the four collectors and checked the treasures in their hands.
The four collectors are also very cooperative, bringing all the antiques they have collected over the years.
Fangaro sensed the past one by one, constantly shaking his head to deny: "Fake, fake, fake ..."
The faces of the four collectors were all green, as if they could not believe it, and they seemed to have been fooled.
In the end, Fangallo's palm hovered in front of a lotus flower carved from pink Dushan jade and shook his head: "It's still fake." But he hasn't moved his pace for a long time, as if he has discovered a major problem.
Minister Yan, who was scared by him, began to reflect nervously.