Panguan

The man's eyes fell on his hanging phalanx, and he raised his hand with a frown, as if he wanted to give it a light shake.

But when I smell it, I want to put my hands behind my back.

It was just such a simple action, but he couldn't do it with all his strength.

Then he felt something warm and cool touching the back of his hand, the movement was so gentle that it made people sad.

He closed his eyes when he heard it, and his tightly pursed lips trembled a few times.

"No dust." He called the other party's name in a hoarse voice, "You loosen the thread."

"...No." The other party's voice was still as warm and deep as water, and it was not to be questioned.

After speaking, he coughed again.

Instead of coughing a few times and resting like before, he coughed for a long time. The voice was obviously very low, but every stroke was like a knife, and when pressed and smelled, it was nailed into his heart inch by inch.

Wen Shi opened his eyes, staring at that person without turning his eyes, almost blood dripping from his eyes. His hand with finger bones exposed trembled very lightly, and he didn't know whether it was extreme madness or extreme pain.

Then he said almost stubbornly, "I'm about to touch the formation stone."

"Just a little bit."

He was only a short distance from touching the formation stones.

Only a little bit, he can stop the array.

Why stop? !

The other party coughed for a long time before raising his eyes, his fingers still resting on the tip of his nose. But when I heard it, I could already see the bright red blood on his snow-white collar...

At that moment, thunder and lightning struck the entire Songyun Mountain.

Those four giant puppets were dragging their stumps, almost crazy, and the wind blown by the golden-winged roc was not enough to stop them.

Everywhere was shaking, and under the scorching confrontation, the sky was full of sand and gravel, and hundreds of trees fell to the ground.

Zhang Lan and the others couldn't dodge in time, and were almost blinded by the wind. But when they turned their heads, they saw blood dripping from the corners of their lips and fingertips when they smelled it.

Even the puppet lines that are beyond dust can hardly restrain him.

If it wasn't for the fragments left in the spirit image, he might have rushed away by force.

"Let me go!" Wen Shi's voice was scattered in the wind.

The other party still looked down at him through the black mist and the long puppet line for a long time.

The Spirit Cleansing Formation is still functioning dutifully, and the raging black mist is still pouring there. Wen Shi watched helplessly as the man became paler and more transparent.

The snow-white inner garment was slowly bleeding, and it merged with the red outer robe. In the end, it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or the bright colored outer robe.

He was still standing like that, but his feet were already blood-colored.

"Dust can't reach it!" Wen Shi yelled again.

The opponent still shouldn't.

"Thank you for asking..." Wen Shi's eyes were red, and he looked at him stubbornly, but his voice became more muffled because of his hoarseness.

The other party finally wiped the blood from his lips with his thumb joint while he was coughing violently.

He seemed to want to say something, but when he heard it, he spoke first.

"I'm very hungry now." Wen Shi said, "I can clean up all of these."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "You have seen it."

Xie Wen's eyes suddenly became warmer, maybe because of the distance, it almost gave people an illusion of love.

It may be a little pity, just like what he has for all things in the world.

Before he could see his gaze clearly, he said, "These are different from what you have tasted before, what do you think of yourself?"

"What about you?" He swallowed when he heard it, and his mouth was full of blood. He asked hoarsely, "What do you think of yourself?"

Xie Wen said, "I'm different."

When I heard it, I froze: "What's the difference?"

The edge of Xie Wen's robe was dripping with blood, but he only looked at Wen Shi, and after a long time, he said softly: "I am no longer here."

When I heard it, my mind went blank, as if I couldn't understand what he said: "You... what?"

But his body had already cooled down a step earlier, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice skates over his head.

"I'm not here anymore." Xie Wen said slowly.

He wasn't going to say that...

I never thought about it, and I hate to say it.

But someone is so stubborn that if he doesn't say something, the other party may never let it go.

Even when he said these, his tone was gentle, but when he heard it, he was cut by a knife.

It's not the kind of crisp and sharp chopping, but rusty and blunt, pulling hard one by one, every time it cuts deep in the heart, tearing out dripping flesh and blood.

"Impossible." Wen Shi whispered.

Xie Wen looked down at the Sanskrit on his heart and the beads on his wrist: "You couldn't see these before, but now you should be able to understand—"

Wen Shi said with difficulty: "I don't believe it."

"That sealing formation is much bigger and more powerful than this side. I should have been gone long ago." Xie Wen said.

"Then what are you now?!" Wen Shi asked.

"Puppet." Xie Wen said that word.

When I heard it, I never felt that this word could make people panic like this, it was like a heavy hammer slammed down so hard that he could hardly stand up.

"A long time ago..." Xie Wen was wrapped in a strong sickness, he was pale and lonely, covered in blood, like an independent fairy who was about to disappear. He coughed again, and said in a hoarse voice: "When I haven't taken you up the mountain for a long time, when I first entered this road... there was a coincidence, and I saw that there will be disasters after thousands of years, and I will be implicated. some troubles,

so……"