Chapter 13:

As Bi Chunsheng's words fell, a series of sacrifices suddenly flew out from the ground on the top of the building, binding Sheng Lingyuan like a shackle.
The constant lightning in the sky shook people's eyes, and the silhouettes of people, frightened or terrified, were fixed in the pale light.
Bi Chunsheng's face was like a melted wax figure, all turned into blood and tears, but for a moment, she had shrunk to only a layer of skin, and was loosely covered in a cricket's skull.
She knelt on the ground, like a desperate starvation.
Sheng Lingyuan smiled, bent over her hair, and asked, "Who do you want me to kill? Those who use the" human face butterfly "Li Daitao stiff? Kill them, can you relieve your hate?"
The shape of the teeth was exposed on Bi Chunsheng's dry lips, and her teeth trembled with "giggling".
Sheng Lingyuan asked again: "Then those who know the inside but keep silent, also bury them together, can you relieve the hate?"
Bi Chunsheng was speechless, and his fingers tightened his hem.
"It's still not enough, right?" Sheng Lingyuan looked at her anxiously, "how should I take you?"
"I want to ... the truth is clear ..." Bi Chunsheng said, "I want them to give me a statement ... tasted my pain a thousand times, I also want ... Abyss ..."
For every word she said, a line of sacrifice was added to Sheng Lingyuan. Sheng Lingyuan listened very carefully until she read the last word vaguely, his face slightly changed, and his eyes slowly raised: "Huh?"
Xuan Yuan fluttered for no reason, poked the ground with a epee in his hand. He used his strength to vacate, jumped to the third floor, and kicked his toes on the wall with a strong kick.
On the ground floor, there were dense sacrifices, and Xuan Yuan cut a sword to the ground, and the fire on the epee instantly forced the sacrifices back a little, and the field trapped on the roof briefly restored their freedom.
Xuan Yanqi said badly: "Don't run!"
On the top of the building, several field workers woke up like dreams, and they jumped off the building.
"I want to ... the fire of Abyss rekindles ..." Bi Chunsheng said with an inaudible sacrifice on the ground, which suddenly turned into blood red, nailed into the backbone of Sheng Lingyuan, "I ..."
When she said this, the whole person suddenly took a fierce blow, and the field feet of those jumping buildings had just left the ground, and the violent wind rose from the foot of Sheng Lingyuan, roaring and rolling in all directions.
Xuan Yuan flew up to catch the sleeve of Sheng Lingyuan ... he didn't know why he did this.
The sleeves were torn immediately, and Xuan Yuan was swept out by the wind. Between the flashlight and the fire, he wedged the epee into the cement on the top of the building. A flag waving in the wind.
Sheng Lingyuan's five fingers that gently stroked Bi Chunsheng's hair, suddenly inserted / entered into her skull.
He straightened his waist and looked down at the woman lying on the ground. Those sacrifice-like rituals floated from him and cut off his flesh. A line of blood bleed from the corner of his mouth, but a sweet smile still hung by his mouth.
He said, "No."
"Wait!" Xuanyuan subconsciously stopped and said, "No ..."
His words were shattered by a knife-like wind, and the thick smell of disgusting blood spread. Xuan Yuan heard the "creak" sound of five fingers embedded in human bones, and he could not help but be shocked.
"Yi's life is most afraid of restraint ..."
The strong wind rolled up Sheng Lingyuan's long hair. The sacrifice on his body seemed to make him alive and lingering. The elegant skin quickly became fuzzy, flesh flesh, and then flesh was layered underneath, exposing the meridians underneath With bones ...
And the boneless hand was still nailed firmly in Bi Chunsheng's heavenly spirit cover, sinking inch by inch.
The mist of blood sprayed on Xuan Yuan and his sword, and people and swords were inevitable.
That Sheng Lingyuan tilted his head slightly, Junxiu's face was completely unrecognizable, and the mottled bones could still laugh, and still be handsome!
This situation is nothing like in the world, Xuan Yuan feels that he would not want to watch horror movies in the rest of his life.
"I waited to touch this inverse scale."
Bi Chunsheng squeezed a few words out of his throat: "Aren't you afraid ... bone down ... ashes?"
"Ah."
"You're not afraid ... soul flying ... soul ..."
Sheng Lingyuan laughed, and Xuanyuan knew what a horror was for the first time in his life. The flame-colored lines on his brows involuntarily came out.
The man said, "I'm in despair."
The voice fell, and the roof exploded with a blast, half of the building was lifted, and Xuan Yuan and others swords were lifted out together. The bones burst into laughter and fell apart. At that moment, Xuan Yuan seemed to hear Thousands screamed in his ears at the same time. He was deaf for a while, and his hair suddenly rose for no reason.
Xuan Yuan had too much time to think, rolled down from the top of the building following his instinct, picked up the field of a different control bureau with one hand, and rushed toward the distance desperately.
The next moment, a thunder exploded. The angry scourge seemed to wipe out all the pollution, and power was cut simultaneously in three cities and 17 districts and counties around the entire Chiyuan area.
Eighty-one thunders were split in one place at the same time, and all the plants around it were on fire, as if heaven and earth had been turned upside down for several rounds.
I don't know how long it took before the raging thunder came to an end, and then the sky was leaking, and a pouring rain fell.
The fire went out.
On the top of the building, the crazy woman and the crazier demon that she summoned had turned into flying ash, leaving no trace at all.
The resettlement site almost became a messy ruin. All living creatures were silent except Xuan Yuan, I do not know if it was dead or alive.
A huge pair of feathers floated on Xuan Yuan's back, guarding him in the middle, and he knelt on the ground with a jackhammer in his ear.
Then the wings disappeared, and the blood-stained epee slammed down beside him.
His eyes were dark.
When Xuan Ye woke up again, she was already in the hospital.
He got his teeth up and grinned, feeling that everything was right on his body, the bones seemed to be taken apart and reinstalled ... the neck was still crooked!
Xuan Yuan pulled out the needle in his hand, and while trying to bring the neck back, he remembered what happened before, and always felt that something was missing from his body.
What's missing?
wallet?
No, his wallet is almost the same as decoration, it should not have such a large presence.
what is that? Cell phone?
It seems that who said he would be reimbursed a box of mobile phones ...
At this moment, Xiao Zheng carried a long bag and pushed in the door.
Here comes the reimbursement phone.
Xuan Yuan
clicked
and twisted his neck back to his original position. Messy memories began to return to his cage. He
snapped
his throat and fell to the bed:
My son, my father finally saw your last ... hiss!
Xiao Zheng threw the cloth bag on his bed, the single bed "creaked", and was smashed into a piece. Xuan Yuan quickly rolled away: "You are a filial son-what the is this?"
"Your own thing, ask me?"
Xuan Yuan opened the cloth bag and found that it was actually his epee. The sword was stained with blood, and Lao Xiao didn't tell him to wipe it.
Xuan Yuan shook his neck, twisted his neck a little uncomfortably, and suddenly understood where the strange feeling came from—why didn't the sword automatically return to his back?
Director Xiao pulled a chair, paralyzed a bit tired, and rubbed his face hard: "The gloomy ritual disappeared, we did not find Bi Chunsheng's body."
Xuan Yuan put his sword aside temporarily: "Are there any casualties?"
"There were six serious injuries at the field. Others were fine. They were all slightly injured. There were no deaths. When the building collapsed, there were two people who were closer to each other. They were taken out." Xiao Zheng paused, " Good luck in misfortune. "
"Fortunately, let's skip it first," Xuan Yuan waved, "Let's talk about the hardships. What's the situation now?"
"We ... just confirmed the identity of the living sacrifice." Xiao Zheng threw a pack of cigarettes into Xuanyuan's arms. "When Bi Chunsheng was doing field work at the Ministry of Security before, I especially liked to contact those who were rescued by her. We will deal with it Does n’t work often have to erase the memory of witnesses? It ’s usually using instruments and medicine, but it is more or less harmful. Compared to her, her special ability is gentler-first establish an emotional connection with the target. Then slowly sort out their memories in the conversation, trivial is trivial ... but she may not be bothered. "
Xiao Zheng paused: "I don't think it's her job, but her favorite job."
This used to be her faith, the meaning of all her persistence.
"Those who have been rescued by her have modified her memory and later maintained a long-term relationship with her." Xiao Zheng said, "Bi Chunsheng has an address book ..."
Xuan Ye said, "The people above are either dead or missing."
Xiao Zheng smiled bitterly: "It seems you guessed it."
Xuan Yuan asked, "How did she do that? Not with that ghost butterfly?"
"No, using voice." Xiao Zheng said, "No need to meet or even call, one voice is enough. Did you find out that her special ability has different influence on everyone and is hostile to her? She is not easy to be influenced by her, nervous and alert. When she starts, she shouts something at you, which will only make you hesitate for a few seconds. When she changes the memory of a stranger, she first chats to get closer to each other. After gaining initial trust, repeating it again and again has the effect ... but those who have known her for many years and have deep feelings, she can let them die with a single voice. "
At the moment of death, many illusions were shattered. The victim understood that he was killed by the most trusted person for no reason.
The resulting great resentment became the nourishment of the gloomy offering.
"When we found the body of her family, the body was quietly lying on their own bed," Xiao Zheng said. "The body was rotten, and the sacrifices written on the wall and the ground were covered with blood. No one was found. Her lover was parasitic because of the butterfly, and her body was not rotten ... Maybe when the head was split, the murderer was so excited that the sweater was ripped apart. "
Xuan Yuan said vaguely, "The seaweed is green."
"what?"
Xuan Yuan shook his head with some tiredness.
"Her son and mother were covered with quilts, beside her lover's body, there were traces of lying down." Xiao Zheng took two puffs of cigarettes into his lungs severely, and then said, "From then on ... maybe from eight She started crazy years ago. Otherwise she wouldn't kill so many innocent people. "
When she realized that her mother and son were not parasitic, she probably could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality.
Man cannot face this truth.
She can only convince herself that those are not real people.
For eight years, she couldn't distinguish between nightmares and reality, and always wondered whether her loved ones were false walking dead. Life and death comrades-in-arms turned out to be behind-the-scenes hands, so wasn't it an absurd scam that she once believed in and decided to fight for life?
"They are not innocent people in her eyes," Xuan Yuan said suddenly, "at that time, she should think that they are all butterfly hosts."
Everyone has to live in their own story, the story of struggle, the story of love brain, the story of warmth and plainness ... even the story of revenge has its ins and outs.
This makes people have ideas, be motivated, and make every day meaningful.
But for Bi Chunsheng, everything was broken, and she fell into the deepest abyss.
Only there could her voice be heard by the evil spirits who slept in the bottom of the Abyss Valley.
This is probably the meaning of "all" when a candle is thrown out.
The two were silent for a while, and Xuanzhen thought of something again, and asked, "What about the little boy parasitized by butterflies?"
"Alive, the operation was successful." Xiao Zheng said, "Now the butterfly can't be concealed. Maybe this is her purpose. But where did the butterfly parasitic on him come from, why is he, Bi Chunsheng How do you know the gloomy sacrifice ... these are not clear to us. The yellow bureau has been called away, and I haven't returned yet ... I ... "
Xuan Yuan understood and raised his hand and patted Director Xiao's shoulder.
Xiao Zheng twisted his cigarette before he could talk, and the phone rang again. He picked it up and had to talk to Xuan Ye in a hurry before being called again.
Silent in a single ward, Xuan Yuan sat alone by the bed, pondering for a moment, his eyes fell on his epee.