Hu Zhun held the book in his right hand, and opened its cover with his left hand, the corners of his eyes were raised high, glowing with strange fluorescence, and he didn't look like his original appearance, but like a fox that had become a spirit.
"Do you say you have no clothes?
with the Son.
Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear.
Enmity with the Son!
How can you say that you have no clothes?
With the Son.
Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd.
Work with the son!
How can you say that you have no clothes?
with the Son.
Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers.
Walk with the son!
” A sad song poured out of Hu Zhun's chest, and the pages of the book turned back and forth with the song, making a clattering sound.
"Finally found you."
Zhu Sheng's eyes lit up, but the light dimmed for a moment, as countless twisted characters flew out of the pages, burrowed into every inch of her skin, and they went straight to her heart and lungs, and then burst outward, stretching her whole body several times larger, floating lightly in the air.
Jiang Xixi, who was attached to the courtyard wall, let out an exclamation, but was covered by Liu Xujiao next to him, "Don't move, no one can save her now, go out rashly, just looking for death." ” The shadow of the bamboo fungus became more and more strange in the moonlight, it was wide and flat, as if it was held up by the characters and only a skin remained.
"That's not right," Jiang Xixi's voice suddenly weakened like a fluttering feather, but the palms of her hands were hot, and she was sweating, "She is not a bamboo fungus, this woman is not a bamboo fungus." ” Liu Xuzhang's body was shocked, and he looked forward with her gaze, and he saw that Zhu Sheng's body gradually turned into a costume embroidered with the word "swastika", which was crackled by the characters inside, and swelled like a huge person without hands and feet and a head.
"Let us out, let us out" There were bursts of cries and shouts from the costumes, and the ghost talismans who had been menacing just now saw that they could not break free from the restraints, and began to beg for mercy, and they flew towards the neckline and cuffs, trying to escape from the costumes.
At this moment, several exits of the costume tightened at the same time, and it became smaller and smaller, and the fabric coiled and twisted, emitting a blinding silver light.
With a piercing scream, the costume shrunk into a fist-sized piece, and it grinded, rubbed, and crushed the howling, begging, and wailing things inside over and over again in midair.
The crying of God grew weaker and weaker, and finally, everything was calm again.
The costume was unfurled, and it was now the size of a handkerchief, covered in the word "swastika", emitting a cold light.
Liu Xuzhu and Jiang Xixi looked at each other, and their faces were stunned.
"It's her, it must be her."
After a long time, Jiang Xixi reluctantly said these words from his mouth.
Liu Xuzhu just wanted to ask who this "she" was referring to, but there was a "bang" in his ears, and the two turned their heads at the same time, and found that the sound came from the handkerchief, which now seemed to be full of wind, and the four corners were erected, like a sail that had eaten the wind.
Suddenly, the handkerchief stabbed down, rushing straight in the direction of Hu Zhun, Liu Xujiao was taken aback, grabbed the edge of the wall with his hand and turned over and wanted to jump down, but was pulled by Jiang Xixi next to him.
"Miss Jiang, what are you doing, even if he is guilty, he should be handed over to the government for disposal, you can't watch him swallowed by this handkerchief."
Jiang Xixi stared at Hu Zhun intently, "The government can cure people's crimes, but can it control monsters?"
” Before Liu Xuji could regain his taste for this sentence, a low roar came into his ears, and then, a mass of orange-red things suddenly rushed in front of his eyes, and the thing ran so fast that he didn't even see what it was, but its furry tail swept onto Liu Xuji's arm, and the touch was exactly the same as the thing he felt when he was rescued from the bandit leader.
The handkerchief crackled, it followed the thing into the darkness, and after a while it disappeared, Liu Xuzhu looked into the courtyard and found that there was still a figure of Hu Zhun, there was only one book there, a book with every page yellow and blackened, an empty book without a single character.
"I'm afraid he's lacking in skills, don't be too sad, the flash flood will strike, no one can think of it."
"If I hadn't been too strict with him, Zhun Er wouldn't have been scared to go home because Xu Ji fell from a tree, and he wouldn't have encountered a flash flood."
"Are you crying, I've been following you for so long, I've never seen you cry like this."
"It's been a few days since I eaten, for the sake of a child, is it so sad?"
“” "After reading so many books, you should know that life and death are just the normal state of the world, why do you still look so bad?"
"You're a demon, you won't understand."
"But I don't want to see you so melancholy."
"The thought of never seeing that child again, never hearing his voice again, makes me grieve."
"Then I'll take his place."
"Do you know that once you are a human being, you have to endure the suffering of the world, just like you said, life and death are the norm, so even if your heart is bleeding, you have to grit your teeth and finish the long road of the dark night."
"I want to try, don't forget, I'm a demon, and a demon has no feelings."
Hu Zhun ran and ran in the forest, it went around the big trees, jumped over the ditches, it had not run so fast for a long time, since he chose to be a man, he forgot the taste of running.
If it weren't for the handkerchief that was chasing after it, it would have been able to enjoy this long-lost freedom.
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Yes, it's just a mountain fox spirit, a fox spirit who can only read and can't even learn spells, if it weren't for the ancient books in the old man's study, if he hadn't followed him to learn poetry and songs, and the four arts of the study, he wouldn't have come to Hu's house, and he wouldn't have incarnated as him after Hu Zhun's death, let alone meet Lu Qiao.
Thinking of the green warp, its tail swung slightly, and let out a mournful wail at the moon, shedding the first tears of this life.
The shimmer behind the tree trunk in front of her moved, and a figure flashed, and the person waved behind Hu Zhun, and the handkerchief flew over, landing firmly in her palm, and she had a curious smile on her face, "Kitsune, why can you cry, monsters will not have tears." ” Hu Zhun knew that he couldn't escape, so he slowly straightened up, shook his orange fur to the ground, and when he stepped out of the beautiful fur on the ground, he was already a naked man.
He raised his hand and wiped his handsome cheeks, carefully held the crystal tears into his palm, and smiled sadly, "Lu Qiao once asked, why have I never seen me cry, she thought I was pretending to be strong, so she always said, don't carry something alone, you can lean on her and cry, she will never laugh at me."
She doesn't know that demons don't have tears, because they won't be emotional, and she won't know that I will shed the first tears for her one day," he raised his eyes to look at Yan Niang, "The girl's cultivation is much higher than mine, and I'm afraid she won't taste the taste of tears in this life, so it's okay, because this taste is really sad, and no one wants to go through it a second time." ”