Panguan

Whether it was Zhang Qi who always served as his follower at the beginning, or the puppet who followed him for a thousand years for generations, there is no trace.

The memories of the present world and the past are constantly tearing up and down, driving him almost crazy.

Once the cage owner starts to collapse, the whole cage will shake with the ground, and the scene will become chaotic, like countless torn photos, spliced ​​together illogically.

The rocks cracked, the mud and sand fell, and the lake water poured back.

When Wen Shi released another giant puppet, countless howling birds sounded at the same time, and the sky was reflected brightly. Among them, the huge figure of the divine bird spread its wings, and there was a phantom of flowing gold behind it.

It covered the sky and blocked the sun with its wings.

At the same time, noisy voices rushed over like a sea. Wen Shi turned around in a daze and met Xie Wen's eyes.

Those people who suddenly disappeared while walking, reappeared beside them.

Not only Xie Wen, Xia Qiao, Zhang Biling, but also Bu Ning, Da Xiaozhao and so on. There are countless people in the cage, including nearly a hundred judges in the present world——almost all the people in the Zhang family's main house are in this cage.

It's just that some of them were attached to the human-like objects before, and some were in another part of the mountain, and they were separated by the effect of the cage, and they all thought they were alone.

It wasn't until this moment that the cage began to be scattered and all the effects faded away that they realized that everyone was here.

"elder brother!"

"Miss Ling!"

"Master."

...

Everyone gathered around.

Looking at Xie Wen while smelling it, he suddenly remembered the blue bird.

He wanted to ask, "How many times have you been to this mountain by yourself, why have you never told me", but he also remembered that Xie Wen said when he first entered the cage, "I thought about taking you to see it when the time is right." look".

So when I heard it, the words came to my mouth and became: "Your things."

As he spoke, he handed the demigod mask and the large bright red burqa to Xie Wen.

The older he got, the more he found that he was stubborn and almost childish in some things. Just like this mask and this burqa, in his eyes, they only represent one person, and they can only be worn and used by one person. No one else can touch it.

Even if Xie Wen is not needed now, he will take it back.

Xie Wenwu's heavy eyes fell on those things, and after a while, he slightly raised his eyes and landed on Wen Shi's face.

"They're all old things." Instead of picking up those things, he held Wen Shi's wrist and pulled him to his side.

When I heard it, I was stunned for a moment, and heard him say softly without looking sideways: "This is mine."

When these words fell into his ears, his fingers curled up and then loosened when he heard them.

Because of his unconscious movements, the puppet thread was staggered and tightened. Zhang Dai, who was tightly wrapped in it, took a few breaths "ho ho", and screamed out in pain under the coercion and severe pain.

He turned around suddenly when he heard it.

Zhang Dai's knees softened, and he half-kneeled on the ground because of the pain and suffering. He bowed his head under the hoop of hundreds of people, and his fingers were bleeding.

His face was flushed red, veins stood out on his forehead, and there was a bit of unwillingness and cruelty in his embarrassment.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head. The memories of the old and the present are constantly being torn apart, and his eyes wandered scattered among everyone. After a while, the eyeballs that were spinning around had a fixed point, and they were firmly fixed on Xie Wen.

He hissed, "I saw..."

"See what?" Xie asked in the same tone as before.

"I've seen you set up formations in the mountains, behind everyone's back, by the lake." He emphasized his tone, making his voice even hoarse and unpleasant, "It's by that lake. Everyone says you are a half-immortal, just Even your relatives don’t know what you did here, do they?”

He seemed to be telling some secret, paused, gritted his teeth and laughed again: "Only I know. Only I have seen it."

"It's all sorcery, who is superior to whom? Why can you use that kind of formation while being worshiped and admired by others, but I should die...Why..."

"Why—" Zhang Dai's eyes were almost bleeding.

Xie Wen's gaze swept across the already shattered lake, and then he retracted and said, "That's because you made a mistake."

"So what are you spreading?" Wen Shi asked in a low voice.

He recalled the scene he had seen before—the cobblestones placed along the lake were all smeared with blood, so it should be an uncontrollable formation. When Zhang Dai ran into those people back then, he subconsciously thought that Chen Dao would not be reconciled to the body of a half-immortal, and used all kinds of cages behind everyone's back to boost his cultivation.

But when I smell it, I know clearly that it is not.

But he couldn't recognize what it was either.

Xie Wen was silent for a moment, and said, "That's something I have prepared."

"What are you preparing for?" Wen Shi asked.

Xie Wen swept through those future generations who were far and near, and then fell back to Wen Shi, "Leave it to you."

He lived many years and saw many things. Knowing that all dharmas are impermanent, there will always be disasters in the world. Wars, epidemics, natural disasters, man-made disasters... It can be as short as a few months, but as long as a few years, there will always be that kind of immeasurable big cage, which is the relationship left by tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people, which cannot be dissipated. It is a catastrophe, and it is also a catastrophe if anyone bears it.

When he was in his twenties, he had foreseen some future events, and he knew early on that he would leave, just in those few years.