Chapter 161: Ask

He said, there is no crime in the world.
Lin Shu thought, may this be the difference between Ling Fengxiao and Da Wu?
Just thinking, the man hugged him, put his chin on his shoulder, and asked, "What if I agree with the big witch? Would you like me again?"
Lin Shu thought about it.
My mother and I fell into the river, who do you save?
It turned out that even without a girlfriend and switching to a boyfriend, he couldn't escape the ultimate problem.
Ling Fengxiao: "Huh?"
Lin Shu said, "Yes."
"Hmm ..." Ling Fengxiao said, "You have to do everything I do?"
Lin Shu: "... Um."
Ling Fengxiao kissed him.
Lin Shu accepted the kiss without expression.
Ling Fengxiao asked: "Because I look good?"
Then self-denial: "You have cultivated the ruthless path, I'm afraid you can't distinguish between beauty and ugliness."
Lin Shu thought seriously: "You are still beautiful."
Ling Fengxiao: "You are not firm."
Lin Shu countered: "Very firm."
Ling Fengxiao: "Then your five senses are not slow?"
Lin Shu: "Slightly bland."
He realizes that the world in his eyes is much lighter than before, the color is no longer strong, the voice is gradually blurry and chaotic, and the sense of touch and pain have faded.
Ling Fengxiao opened her eyes.
Lin Shu: "?"
Ling Fengxiao said, "That ... that ..."
The person spoke very little, and now he was a bit abnormal.
Lin Shu: "Huh?"
Ling Fengxiao said, "Then you two days ago, at night ... you made me cry."
Lin Shu: "..."
Ling Fengxiao went on to say, "If you have no mercy, don't you cry from beginning to end."
Lin Shu's eyes were dark.
I will insist on relentlessness.
Ling Fengxiao coughed.
The topic is back on track.
"The defensive law formation is very strict. It is necessary to enter from the first floor, from the inside to the top floor." Ling Fengxiao's fingers were drawn on the drawing provided by Xiao Yuan, and the route was determined, and then he said, "If you do not alarm the big witch, you can see To him, it is naturally very good. If we are alarmed, we will immediately enter the sky of Qingming Cave, and there will be no casualties. "
Lin Shu said "um" in agreement.
When working with Ling Fengxiao, others can completely give up their minds and let him arrange things without any detail.
Ling Fengxiao took a pen and sketched on the drawing.
Lin Shu watched him determine eight plans to get up the tower, seven plans to get down the tower, and three sets of emergency escape plans.
With everything in mind, he entered the tower.
The defense underneath the tower is not very rigorous-for those crossing the robbery period.
The two of them, relying on their little accomplishments, avoided all surveillance smoothly, and drifted into the window of the first floor.
The first floor is empty and tall.
The huge statue of Pilu stood in the center of this space, leaning forward slightly.
This statue has hundreds of eyes, thousands of arms, and grows around the body. The indescribable weird lines are all over the statue.
The largest eye is on the front of Pilu, probably from the neck to the navel.
Although I have seen drawings before, I can still feel the suffocation that is crazy, treacherous, indescribable and full of pressure when I am immersed.
They talked about the Pilo yesterday.
As a result of the discussion, Pilu God is to the Dai people, just as Tiandao is to the Xiuxian people.
The Pilu has a hundred eyes and a thousand arms, which are used to detect the evils of people and judge those who are guilty. Tiandao, in the theory of Xiandao, also knows everything in the world, and punishes those who are extremely sinful.
Then Ling Fengxiao thoughtfully gave an example, saying that the country of Yunnan believed in the "Miao God", and the "Sadong God" in the western Xinjiang, as well as other kinds of different races, various practice schools, and even the most born Buddha. Similar to the supreme gods such as Pilu, Tiandao, Miao, and Sabang.
As if there is a set of untouchable iron laws between heaven and earth, there is an omnipotent of law.
Xiao Xuan raised his palms in admiration and listened to Qing's words, which was better than reading for ten years.
Lin Shu did not dare to squeak.
To be honest, although he is an immortal, he is actually an atheist, and often even tries on the edge of materialism and modern physics.
However, having said that, whether or not there really is such a thing, looking at this statue of Pilu is free of dust and apparently well-maintained, it can be speculated that the big witch may really claim to be the of Pilu, heaven, etc. The gods, unable to get used to the filthy world, want to be thoroughly purified.
They bypassed the idol, came to the back, and climbed the tower from the left wooden ladder.
There is no one on the second floor, and there are only some strange sculptures, which share the same vein with the Pilu.
There are no people on the third floor, there are only some strange murals, and the paintings are in the same vein as the Pilu. Some black shapes dance crazy on the dark brown walls in a frantic form. After watching them for a long time, they even think they are Will move.
The fourth floor is still empty, but there are no sculptures or murals. It is empty, but on the southernmost wall, there is a picture of a beauty. The beauty has no face, no shape, and even no gender. It is only on old paper. A blurry red shadow, but Lin Shu felt that it should be beautiful.
All of these floors were horribly silent. No one walked around. When Lin Shu wondered whether there was any fraud, he saw a huge ice coffin on the fifth floor.
There is water in the ice coffin.
The water that will not freeze is the endless water at the bottom of the South China Sea and in the market.
There was a huge clam in the water with a large white shell and the size of a shell, which required dozens of people to embrace. The clam was sleeping with its shell closed, and only a pale white mist escaped from the gap, emitting a sweet and confused atmosphere.
Obviously, this white mist is not cold, but hallucinogenic radon. So, this is not a big clam, but a tadpole, a tadpole of a mirage.
In the South China Sea, ships are overturned every year. Most of the people on board were fascinated by anger and died on the way to the mirage.
Right now, it is sleeping, but when this thing wakes up, the suffocation permeates to the full floor, and those who step into it will completely fall into the illusion.
However, such small wisps of radon will perturb the mind.
However, the blazing sun in Fenghuangshanzhuang's mind is the natural nemesis of radon.
Lin Shu tried to pull the sleeves of Ling Fengxiao, but he pulled out empty.
He looked around, but only saw an empty room.
Lin Shu took a few deep breaths, remembering when he was separated from Ling Fengxiao.
But found that since entering the tower, his memory is very vague, it seems that he has not spoken to Ling Fengxiao at all. I didn't know when to release my tight hand.
Fantasy?
Lin Shu looked at the uncle in front of him.
Perhaps this tadpole is not real.
Perhaps when they first stepped into the tower, they were bewildered by the imperceptible radon, and fell into a half-truth and a half-truth.
There was a silence in the tower, Lin Shu didn't dare to play the piano to clear his heart, but silently read his mental formula, trying to escape from the illusion.
Useless.
The scene in front of me is always a large, empty room, a snowy urn.
Look again, the staircase when he came has disappeared, and the staircase going up has not been found.
Only in the corner of the room was a darkened doorway that seemed to connect a corridor.
Lin Shu had no choice but to walk there.
The moment he stepped in, he suddenly hesitated for a while, and on the second floor, he was among countless strange and terrible statues.
He passed through his limbs from now on, and in the same position, it was still the doorway of the black urn. Then he went in to the third floor, the mural.
The walls, ceilings, and pillars were all twisted shapes, and he walked through them, as if walking through algae bushes. At the same location and the same doorway, he entered the fourth floor, the one with the beauty map.
Going again, it is the fifth floor that raised the cricket.
An endless loop.
Lin Shu finally stopped on the fourth floor, in front of the beauty map.
Beauty illustration.
beauty.
red.
Ling Fengxiao.
He looked at a blob of red on the old paper.
In any case, this color made him feel safe.
But as he stared at the picture, the cinnabar-like red gradually faded.
An empty piece of paper.
He was a little breathless, leaning against the wall, thinking about how to crack it.
If this is his illusion in suffocation, then things in the illusion should be related to himself.
And if ... this beauty picture represents Ling Fengxiao, what are the treacherous, twisted, layered sculptures and murals on the second and third floors?
Although his chest was stuffy, his mind was very clear.
He remembered walking on the street in the previous life, facing a surge of people, and the sun was a messy shadow on the concrete floor.
He suddenly thought.
Those who are treacherous, twisted, dense and indescribable may be the people in his eyes.
As the thought flashed, there seemed to be footsteps coming from the door.
Lin overlooked there.
As if only an illusion, the footsteps disappeared in an instant.
He continued to look at the beauty.
The beauty figure symbolizes Ling Fengxiao.
But now the red shadow on the picture has faded.
What is this again?
He has learned a lot about the illusion, and the illusion is often related to the state of mind. You must think clearly about the meaning of the plants and trees in order to find the flaws in the illusion.
Fading ... relentlessly?
He touched the mottled drawing paper, a little confused.
The footsteps sounded again.
Lin Shu turned his head again.
This time, he saw Xiao Shao in black leaning against the door, slowly wiping the knife.
With a silver mask on his face, Lin Shu hadn't seen him for a long time.
There was red blood under the mask, which seemed to fall from the eyes.
Lin Shu didn't step forward, he knew that everything in the illusion could not be trusted.
There was a sound of debris falling in the silence.
It was the painting that was broken.
The walls were empty.
He looked away from Xiao Shao.
Xiao Shao looked at the place where the painting was originally.
For a long time, he heard Xiao Shao said, "Lin Shu."
Lin Shu: "Yes."
Xiao Shao asked, "Do you like me?"
Lin Shu: "... like it."
Xiao Shao said, "I don't like it."
Lin Shu: "No dislike."
"I don't like it." Xiao Shao's voice was a little dumb, at the same time, the blood stain slowly slipped, and it landed on the ground with a tick.
"Cultivation and cultivation of the mind, the cultivation of the immortal keeps the ruthless path. If the monks hold the ring, they should be light and passionate. If they are emotional, the ruthless path will collapse instantly. You alone ..."
The room was empty and echoed slightly.
Xiao Shao seemed to smile: "... so high Xiuwei."
For a while, Lin Shu was confused and didn't know how to answer.
Xiao Shao did not know when he came near him.
In the thick blood, he lifted Lin Shu's chin, his fingers were cold.
"Whether it's ruthless to repair or not, you have never been emotional ..." The cold scabbard reached Lin Shu's chest, and then gradually moved up to the neck, cheek, and ear.
In the shivering cold touch, he heard Xiao Shao whispering, "Isn't it?"