Panguan

He was silent for a long time, and replied: "Then I won't come out."

Chapter 106

"you……"

Can't come out?

Xia Qiao muttered, her heart skipped a beat, and she finally understood what Bu Ning meant by "crazy".

He retracted his hand stretched towards the cage door, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw it, but Wen Shi grabbed it and sent it forward.

"Brother!" Xia Qiao called out hastily, but his palm had already touched something.

——It looked like a wet fog, just like the fog that can be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests. They could even see birds jumping up from among the branches through the misty light blue.

But when Xia Qiao touched it, golden cracks instantly spread in the wet mist, huge and clear.

It seems that there is a huge glass wall standing here from beginning to end. Countless people have passed by here for thousands of years, but no one can see it.

It wasn't until this moment that the clues were revealed for the first time.

Violent and bone-piercing air gushes out from the cracks, tearing down vegetation with force.

Xia Qiao suddenly turned his face away, dodging the air current that could tear his skin, his palms trembled violently under the thrust of the wind.

Those air currents carried the unique coldness of high mountain peaks, and frost formed along his fingers, wrapping from fingertips to wrists.

It was extremely painful, but he tasted a familiar taste in that pain.

It's like... the soul returns to its hometown.

At that moment, he smelled the clearest smell of scorched blood, just like what he smelled when he walked out of the sealing formation when he smelled it instead.

This is the moment when Xia Qiao and Cage are closest and have the deepest bond. Perhaps because of this, he suddenly understood Wen Shi's determination.

If you don't come out, don't come out. Xia Qiao thought to himself: There is still me, I will accompany them.

Shouldn't that be the case? Born to stand beside the puppet master and never leave.

He didn't know this before, and it's not too late to understand now.

But just as he flipped open the cage door and was about to step in after Wen Shi, someone gave him a gentle push...

Xia Qiao was almost at a loss.

He subconsciously looked at the hand on his chest, not understanding what happened for a moment. He could only hear the huge wind field screaming in his ears, and the smell of scorched blood suddenly faded away.

By the time he reacted, he was already standing outside the cage.

The golden crack opened by him was quickly healed under the action of another force——

The cage door was closing, and he was pushed out when he was heard.

He was already ready to die, but was pushed out of the cage by Wen Shi.

"Brother!!!" Xia Qiao stepped forward suddenly, grasping a crack with his fingers, trying to re-establish contact with the cage. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the feeling he had before.

...as if that link had been severed.

Except for Wen Shi who walked into the cage, he couldn't think of another person who could do this.

I didn't intend to bring anyone with me when I heard it.

From the beginning to the end, Wen Shi had no intention of bringing others into this cage.

Realizing this, Xia Qiao's blood rushed forward, but his heart felt like it was falling into a cave of ice.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and he tried his best to tear open the cage door and follow in, the veins on the back of his hands and neck swelled up: "Brother, let me in!"

"Don't be alone!" Xia Qiao said in the wind, his voice hoarse: "You can't be alone! I'm leading the way, you agreed to let me lead the way—"

He heard Wen Shi's voice coming from the long and narrow crack, carrying the wind of the mountain: "You're done with it, and the rest has nothing to do with you."

"It's not like this—" Xia Qiao was anxious, "Brother! Don't—I'll go in with you. I have to go with you! Puppets are like this, you—"

"Who treats you like a puppet." Wen Shi's voice was lost in the howling wind.

But in fact he didn't go far.

Xia Qiao saw that his back was straight and lonely, and turned his head to look through the gap, but his gaze didn't stay for long: "You said it too, you called me brother."

All the cracks were completely healed at that moment, and the sound of the wind coming from the top of the mountain stopped abruptly.

The cage door was closed, Xia Qiao lightened his hand, and the force he poured into had nowhere to go. He staggered a few steps under the influence of inertia, and when he raised his head again, there was only the thinnest fog left around.

He stood there in a daze, unable to hear the sound of the mountain anymore.

***

It's not early autumn outside the cage, but it's already midwinter inside the cage.

The wind was stronger than the one that leaked through the gap before, and chuī blew up the loosely accumulated snow on the ground, whirling and rushing towards it.

When I smell it, I get lost in the snow.

From the moment he stepped into the cage, he felt the fragments of the spiritual phase in his body vibrating, blending into pieces with the whimpering wind.

Maybe it was because of the influence of the spirit, or maybe it was too cold here, and the fingers of his hanging left hand were throbbing with pain in his heart.

When I heard it, I turned my face away to avoid the wind and snow, and pinched the joints with my thumb, from the index finger to the ring finger, making a light clicking sound. After a long time, the stiff pain gradually eased.

The wind and snow were too strong, and all sides were pale.

He raised his foot but didn't know where to go, and finally took a step by instinct.

...

It had been a long time since he had experienced what it was like to be bone-chillingly cold.

But it's really cold here.

Not only is it cold, but the snow field here is as far as the eye can see, and it is silent. Apart from him, it seemed that there was no one else in the whole world.

His body was cold, his bones ached, and his spirit collided with his empty shell. So much so that there was an illusion - he seemed to be trapped here from the beginning to the end...