When I woke up again, I don't know how long it had been.
Fuji's head hurt terribly, his whole body was weak, and he shivered with cold.
He was a little surprised that he was still alive.
But I don't know if this will be the last time I can survive.
When I touched my arms, the suicide notes were still there, and there was no sign of opening them, proving that time had not passed for a long time, and the witch had never come to the secret room to find her.
Hunger hit, but I didn't have the strength to get up and find something to eat.
I could only lie on the ground, powerlessly digesting the labor pains caused by the cold aerophery.
After a long time, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.
I was about to speak, only to find that my voice was hoarse.
I opened my mouth, but I couldn't even make a sound.
After a while, the door opened on its own, and the witch entered.
I saw Fuji lying on the ground, his face was ugly and terrifying.
Hurriedly helped him up and asked, "Why did you close a pass and make yourself look like this?"
He said without a second thought: "Thanks to you coming earlier, in a few days, you can only burn some paper money for me." ” I don't know how the Jiao people pay tribute to the dead, and whether there are customs such as burning paper money and sacrificial food.
When a person is about to die, his will is scattered.
He pondered that he was not far from death, otherwise how could he have thought of this without a head.
He also said that there is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart, and there is no greater sorrow than silence.
He had given up hope of finding the essence and blood earlier, but he could be regarded as the first death of his body and the death of his heart.
Today, I happened to lose my voice, and I felt sadness in my heart, and it was difficult to say it in my mouth.
Finally, before dying, the greatest and deepest sorrow and sorrow in the whole world were gathered.
After thinking about it wildly, and seeing the person in front of him again, he actually overflowed some long-pent-up emotions from the bottom of his heart. was about to answer the witch's words, saying that he was not far from death, and he was a little reluctant to her.
But his voice was temporarily lost, and this sentence became a hazy and unpredictable mouth.
It was this delay that made the whole person calm down again, and secretly said in his heart: "I must be enchanted." ” After thinking about it for a while, he sent a message to her: "These days have been heavy in the cultivation industry, overworked, and a little tired, just slow down." ” looked up at the witch, but saw that her face was also very bad, the skin on her face was so white that there was no blood, her lips were a little blue, and the hand holding her was obviously trembling slightly.
"What's wrong with you," Fuji quickly asked her.
The witch snorted, and suddenly flipped her palm, and a transparent sphere the size of a palm of unknown material floated on it.
Inside the sphere, the bright red liquid was tumbling all the time.
"This is the essence blood in my horn, which was taken out yesterday, and it is still hot."
She glared viciously and handed the ball to his palm.
Where did Fuji think that when death was approaching, and there was the day of flipping, it was as if he had suddenly flown straight into the air from the endless abyss, and the dizziness of lack of oxygen hit him instantly.
I wanted to say something, but my mouth was already open, but I didn't think about it.
"Don't be pretentious."
The witch spoke first: "Just remember, you owe me a lot of favors today, and you will be in danger in the future, and you must pay it back."
With that, he helped Fuji to the wall, gave him some spiritual food, and relieved his hunger, then pushed the door and walked, and left with light steps.
Leaving only one person in the house, it was hard to say.
The witch walked out of the secret room and went straight back to her cultivation room, her face recovered in an instant, and she was still as beautiful as before, and she couldn't see the slightest weakness.
Looking back and thinking about the conversation between the two just now, and the look of gratitude, I couldn't help but sneer.
After a while, he frowned and thought about it carefully, and there was nothing wrong with his self-examination, thinking that he should probably not see the problem.
Only then did he flip his hand and pull out a white tooth.
This is the tooth containing his own blood found from the corpse of the blue fox.
Twenty years ago, the two of them walked near the body of the blue fox in the sea of fog insects, and when Fuji just woke up from a coma, he saw a white light flash out of the fog, and before he could see it clearly, he was taken into the arms of the witch.
At that time, Fuji thought it was the witch's method of dealing with the sea of insects, but he didn't think it was the blood and white fangs that he had been searching for in vain.
The witch took the white tooth in her hand and looked at it quietly, the secret essence blood had been taken out, and the white tooth was left useless, and if it was discovered by Fuji in the future, it would be self-defeating.
After thinking about it for a while, the light in his hand flashed suddenly, and the white teeth "buzzed" softly, and instantly shattered into a puddle of white powder, which scattered lightly.
A little, sighing, took out a folded tissue paper from his bosom.
On the tissue paper, heavy handwriting slowly spreads out.
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The rubbings on it are the last words he left to himself when he thought that he would soon drive the crane west.
"My friend in the years, the person who writes in the world, sees the ghost of the underworld. ” She slowly read the first sentence of the suicide note, and a breath of permanent parting came to her face, which made her uncomfortable and stuffy in her chest.
I don't have the courage to read the next words.
He was silent, reading slowly and heavily.
She had read this last word several times earlier.
When I read it now, I am still sad and sad for the great sorrow in the letter; I was moved by the pride of dying in it.
Talking about the experience of the two of them being in the same boat through thick and thin, it is very precious, unforgettable and unforgettable.
Speaking of the love between the two, the inconclusive conclusion is that it is a godsend, a friend of life and death.
She was extremely satisfied with this, and she was touched indescribably, but there was still a little regret in her heart, and she thought that he would never know.
After reading it in full faith, there is not a single word about the cause of his imminent death.
But all the signs that happened to him before are suggesting something.
For example, regardless of all dangers, you have to go to the sea of fog insects to find essence blood; For example, when it is clear that the world will be 90 years old, it suddenly proposes to retreat for 30 years; For example, even if you are separated by several rooms, you can feel the cold air hitting your body, and recently, this cold has come more and more frequently.
For another example, twenty years later, he entered the Great Fog Insect Sea again, and spent a huge amount of energy to conduct a carpet search of the surrounding area.
Every time Fuji entered the fog, she accompanied him not far away, secretly sending a divine sense to him, and he could clearly feel his emotional changes from full of hope at the beginning, to gradual disappointment, and finally to no hope and giving up searching; You can also clearly feel the anxiety in his heart for a certain period of time, and the despair of all hopes.
It wasn't until that day that the unprecedented extreme freezing and cold hit the body, and the mood calmed down a little.
With these obvious hints, she probably guessed that most of Wei Bu'er's body was poisoned by some kind of cold poison, evil spells, etc., and if he couldn't advance to the psychic realm within thirty years, he would face a certain death.
The only way to solve the game is to get your own blood.
It's a pity that this only way of life was also blocked by what he said before.
So, he had a word of suffering in his heart, and he wrote a book before he died.
Sigh the unpredictable fate, regret the impermanence of the world.
"Isn't this going into a dead end, I'd rather wait for death than say a word."
She sighed, if she hadn't kept an eye on him and followed him all the time, she was afraid that this person would really disappear silently one day.
At this moment, from the secret room on that side, there was a faint fluctuation of divine consciousness, as if there was something related to oneself, something familiar, embedded in some extremely small groove array.
One day three years later, the witch was closing her eyes and meditating, when suddenly a nameless mourning wind came out of thin air in the house.
Immediately afterwards, "um", a strange sound of Miao, seemed to descend from the nine clouds.
She quickly opened her eyes, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.
He exuded a divine sense, and immediately noticed that above the fourth-order spiritual veins where the station was located, thousands of spiritual qi were chaotic, and within the station, it was like a wild horse unleashed, crashing around aimlessly.
Her heart moved, knowing that the most critical moment had been reached for the Fuji Impact Psychic Realm, she immediately collected all her breath and waited with a heavy face.
After that, these thousands of spiritual qi rushed straight in all directions above the spiritual veins.
But after a short time, a huge suction force was generated from the secret room on the other side, and they were rolled back again.
Halfway through, the aura gathered in one place, rejuvenated from the chaos, and leaked out again.
In the secret room, a suction force will be regenerated, sweeping back thousands of spiritual energy.
This kind of tugging lasted for nearly half an hour, and I saw that these thousands of spiritual qi were dispersing farther and farther away.
In the secret room, there was a sudden long roar of a man who rushed straight into the sky, followed by a huge suction force that was several times more powerful than before, and only in the tea kung fu, thousands of spiritual qi were rolled into the secret room.
At the moment when the last aura penetrated into the secret room, the station suddenly became calm, as if everything was just an empty phantom.
The witch breathed a sigh of relief, glanced in the direction of the secret room, and said secretly in her heart: "The ability is not big, but the movement is not small, which makes people worry." ” Such a strange calm lasted for a month, and the witch sat motionless in place for a month, not daring to be disturbed at all, let alone contemplating, it was really boring, and the heart knew that this was the case, so she didn't stay here to watch the excitement, and went to the sea of fog and insects, and fought with those insects, which was a hundred thousand times stronger than this. was depressed, when he suddenly heard a sigh that seemed to be far and near, and immediately after, a burst of depressing breath dispersed from the secret room over there, rolling in the station, endlessly The witch finally let go of her hanging heart completely, and clearly felt an extremely familiar and intimate feeling, calling faintly not far away, and the power of Bi Fei's blood in her body seemed to be awakening little by little.
She suddenly realized that the bottleneck she had stagnated for many years seemed to usher in an opportunity to break through, and she had to close her eyes and comprehend the new gains At this moment, a strange palpitation suddenly fell, she quickly opened her eyes, looked up suddenly, and was taken aback Tens of thousands of feet above the sea of fog insects, it was an endless pitch black, and suddenly there was a soft sigh.
The voice is vicissitudes and ethereal, as if it came from ancient times, spanning endless time.
A little, an endless arc of light slowly lit up, as if the endless night opened its mouth
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