Chapter 109 Vermilion Bird, Black Umbrella and Light

Ning Que ran in the night, running on the street, occasionally lifting his right arm to wipe the blood from his jaw, and the big black umbrella hit his back and crackled. As time passed, the luster in his eyes became dimmer and dimmed, and his eyebrows and eyes that were exposed outside the mask became tighter and tighter, which seemed very painful.

His vision became blurry, and the horse-tie pillars on the street and the door-house in the entrance of the market gradually deformed and twisted in his eyes, turning into monsters with fangs and claws; his breath became more and more rapid, and the breath squeezed out of the lungs was like The magma is as hot as magma, but the breath he sucks in desperately is as cold as a glacier; his steps are becoming more and more sluggish, and he is often tripped by the protruding bluestone slabs on the ground; his thinking is becoming more and more disordered, and he gradually forgets his current situation .

He only remembers that he should run, the farther he runs, the better.

A kind of deep instinct urged him to run towards the old Bizhai in Linsui, probably only after seeing the dark little girl, will he feel safe and appropriate. This obsession with running back home is like this. The mighty... It was so powerful that it supported his seriously injured and weak body that it ran here from Nancheng, so powerful that he didn't notice that he was running on the Zhuque Street, which made him most alert on weekdays.

The blood dripping from the edge of the mask can be wiped off by the arm sleeves, and the countless blood seeping out of the sword mouth on the body slowly flowed onto the big black umbrella, slowly absorbed by the sticky and greasy black umbrella surface and then slowly released. It slowly drips to the ground, and then a very small blood flower blooms on the ground, moistening it between the cracks of the rocks.

Before morning was yet, the morning breeze blew, waving the clothes drying under the eaves of somebody, making the dragon cloud flag towering into the clouds in the distance of Zhuque Street rushing, and the footsteps and the faint smell of blood in the morning breeze melt. In one place, some lives hidden among the cracks of the thousand-year-old rocks gradually awakened.

The spacious and straight Suzaku Street in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty suddenly turned into an endless hellfire path. Ning Que felt that his feet seemed to be stepping on the extremely hot red pebbles, and the soles of his shoes would be After being burned through, the flames that were rising instantly spread and burned his flesh and blood, burning his bones withering him, which was extremely painful.

He was still running, step by step, feeling so painful every step, and every step felt that his feet were chopped into meat paste by countless knives at the same time.

Suddenly, his body suddenly stiffened and covered his chest in pain!

He felt as if an invisible spear fell from the extremely high night sky, breaking through his flesh and bones, piercing directly through his body, and nailing him to the ground!

The pain of the fire burning ground from Zhuque Street disappeared in an instant, because compared with the pain coming from the chest - the pain that seemed to tear everything apart and destroy everything, no suffering in the world is worth mentioning.

Ning Que frowned in pain, looked at his empty chest, looked at the street that had turned into a kind of curved corridor, looked at Chang'an City, which had nothing to do with reality, and found that everything in his eyes had countless shadows. , the shadow of the true false false fake deconstruction, and his man stands among the real and illusory shadows of these things.

Suddenly, he heard someone breathing gently in his ears.

He turned his head with all his last strength, held the hilt of the knife by his waist tightly with his bloody hand, but saw no trace of anyone, and there were still those strange and transformed worlds around him.

His face was pale like a snow mountain. He looked around in confusion and subconsciously found the source of the breath.

The horse-tethered stone pillars on the street that seemed to be about to fall to the ground were breathing, telling the pain and irritability of being tied up every day; the yellow cloth guise of the restaurant in the market was breathing in the morning breeze, telling the displeasure of being teased by drunkards every night and uneasiness; the locust tree that stretched out from a certain house was gasping for breath, telling that the family's secrets that had seen too much were about to be dried up; the green leaves falling under the stone lion were gasping for breath, telling that they did not respond to the situation The reason for the fall.

The lion carved from stone is gasping for breath, the building made of wood is gasping for breath, the road under your feet is gasping for breath, the morning breeze is gasping for breath, the palace in the distance is gasping for breath, the gray wall in the near area is gasping for breath, Chang'an City is gasping for breath, the whole world is Gasping.

The delicate and charming breath was like a woman's moaning breath, the long and long breath was like a solemn breath of a court, the rapid and uneasy breath of a fleeing traveler, the indifferent vicissitudes of a ruthless breath of a history.

Ning Que stood alone and helplessly in the middle of the street, listening to the breathing from all directions from the far halls of the narrow alleys and back gardens.

He let go of the hilt and covered his ears with both hands, but he still couldn't stop all kinds of breathing sounds from penetrating the back of his palms and spreading them into his mind clearly and forcefully.

He slowly knelt down in the middle of the dark Suzaku Street and fell down.

A big black umbrella covered his back.

Blood flowed through the black umbrella, flowed over the bluestone, and into the cracks of the rocks.

On the Zhuque Street paved with flat bluestone, countless small flowers bloomed with slight blood drops. From the south city to the north, the blood flowers are connected into lines, faintly connecting with the blood at the black umbrella at the front.

Where the blood line points far away is the stone sculpture of Suzaku in the distance of the street.

The painting of Suzaku, engraved in the center of the Imperial Road, is deeply engraved into the stone, carrying the Tang Empire for more than a thousand years. I don't know how many energetic new kings have been welcomed, and I don't know how many old heroes who finally failed to defeat time have been sent away. Lord, its two eyes that were not angry but powerful are always so calm, never moved for a moment.

At this time, the eyes of the Suzaku painting were still majestic as usual, but the three gorgeous and incomparable top wings on its head slowly picked up, as if they were about to break through the stone surface and enter the real world!

Ning Que fell under the big black umbrella and was unconscious. He had no idea that the Suzaku picture in the distance had undergone such a strange change, nor did he know that a majestic Mo Yu seemed to be from ancient times to cover him.

His blood flowed between the cracks of the rocks, extremely shallow and flat, even lighter and flatter than the limit that humans could imagine. It flowed from the center of the street to the distance, flowing into the complex and solemn gaps of the vermilion bird painted in the distance.

Silently, the blood flowing into the gaps of the beautiful feathers of the Suzaku portrait quickly evaporated into a light red mist, and then was quickly directly purified into invisible emptiness by a certain invisible high temperature force.

The small drops of blood scattered on the bluestone slabs on the Zhuque Street began to evaporate and be purified, disappearing invisible one by one, and the extremely flat and shallow blood between the cracks of the rocks continued to evaporate and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally arrived. Under the big black umbrella, it directly invaded Ning Que's body along the blood!

The fire is invisible, the high temperature is invisible, and the invisible burning breath seems to be able to burn everything in the world. Ning Que's body is quickly evaporated and scattered invisible, but the clothes have not changed at all.

His arms exposed outside his clothes and cheeks exposed outside his mask began to turn red quickly, his hair on his forehead quickly burned and withered, and his fingernails on the bluestone began to become dry and crispy due to the rapid loss of moisture.

A green leaf was blown up by the morning breeze and landed on the back of his hand, and then was blown down again, still green and moist. An ant was disturbed by fallen leaves, climbed onto the back of his hand, and then climbed down from the other side, still alive. But if nothing unexpected happens, Ning Que will burn to death the mysterious invisible flames released by the Suzaku statue in the next moment.

At this moment, a shadow fell down and the poor ant was crushed to death with a light bang.

The big black umbrella blown by the morning breeze gently covered Ning Que's body, swaying gently like a black lotus. As the black umbrella swayed, the green leaf instantly condensed into ice, and was gently blown by the morning breeze and dissipated into countless extremely small boulders.

An absolutely cold smell gradually released from the black umbrella, slowly and unstoppably seeping into Ning Que's hot body. After a while, the red on his cheeks and arms gradually faded, turning back to the snow-whiteness after being seriously injured, and putting it on his forehead. The hair in front quickly turned black and shiny, and the nails on the bluestone regained their luster.

The Suzaku picture on the stone street in the distance seemed to sense something. The majestic and solemn eyes were obviously still as calm as usual, but it felt like they were looking at Ning Que's lying down.

In an instant, the three gorgeous and incomparable wings on its head were picked up together!

Almost at the same time, the big black umbrella covering Ning Que's body shook even faster!

The black wind was blowing on the black wasteland, and the strong wind rolled up the black gravel and sprinkled everywhere in the sky, so that when you look at it with your naked eyes, it seemed as if the light of the scorching sun in the sky turned black.

There is a black snow mountain in the distance in the wasteland, which is constantly melting and collapsed under the illumination of the black sun. The melted snow water is mixed with black soil and gravel, shining with black sunlight, and rushing around surging.

The black snow-capped mountains are about to collapse, and the flood they formed is about to destroy the entire world. At this moment, the bright night suddenly descends into the world, releasing an extremely warm and cold breath.

Ning Que stood at a point in this space, looking at the magnificent and vast picture of destruction in front of him with a quiet look. He didn't know where this was, but he knew that this was not a dream, and this perception was clear and Firm, just like he clearly saw the light that occupied most of the sky, but he was sure that it was night.

The bright night blocked most of the sky, blocked the blazing black sunlight, gradually slowing down the melting and collapse of the snow-capped mountains. The cold smell emitted from the bright night sky began to condense the black wastelands again. The flood turns them into dancing black ice and unwilling black snow.

The whole world is reshaping, and the black snow-capped mountain stands up slowly and unstoppably.

The world returns to peace, and the night returns to the color that night should have. The glaciers and snow rivers on the wasteland disappear at some point, as if nothing has changed, and as if everything has changed.

The sun in the sky shines on the world warmly. The spring light melts the snow on the other end of the snow-capped mountains. The gurgling water seeps into the depths of the ice and snow, falls into the blue and dark underground ice cave, and then disappears.

After many years, a gravel trembled gently somewhere far from the snow-capped mountains on the wasteland and was pushed aside, then a trickle of water surged out, and then gradually spread out, flowing towards the horizon. go.

By the water flows, there is a weak but strong grass growing.

(It seems that the chapter like this will take six hours, so I can only admit it with blood.)