I couldn't say anything more to him, so I just nodded my head gently to show that it was okay. He was never too paranoid and let go a little freely. At this moment, he held my hand firmly and didn't let go, as if once Once you let go, it's like you can't hold it anymore.
I shook my head. It doesn't matter whether I can hold it or not, whether it's life or death. This is my life. No matter what, it doesn't make much difference to me whether I end up here or keep moving forward.
A smile flashed across the corners of negative Xi's lips in an instant. I saw clearly, but made no sound. He understood my choice as well as he had known it for a long time. I also understand his choice.
"It doesn't matter." I said, my voice was very soft, and in that gloomy tent, the neglect disappeared, as if no one had ever said it before.
Jimo's eyes were almost stunned. This is indeed understandable. He and I have never spoken a complete sentence, if it can be regarded as a sentence.
He nodded to him again and stepped towards Fu Xi. Jimo had to let go. Looking back, his eyes were like a deep pool, bottomless and completely black.
"I'm just outside the tent." He whispered, his expression unreadable.
He bowed his head and made way. I watched his back gradually move away, the curtains were raised and lowered, the cold wind came in, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a touch of coolness on my fingertips.
"There is no time." Negative's brows suddenly frowned, as if his calmness just now could not be concealed.
I looked at him quietly, waiting for the explanation.
He took a deep breath, seemed to be thinking about where to start, and finally spoke: "The Eastern Incident, the emperor's will is divided, Jiugao is not safe, Fuqi is about to make a comeback. This is God's will, mortals can't control it."
Mortals cannot control it.
I looked at him and he looked at me.
Yes, he has identified things that mortals cannot control.
Looking down at my pale fingertips and long pale hair, I am indeed not an ordinary person.
"I want your soul to go back to where it belongs. Maybe everything will turn around." He sighed, then paused and said, "It just depends on you how big the turnaround is."
I was never the key, I know that. However, what he said could only make me suspicious.
He took a step forward and raised his hand to avoid a tangled strand of hair on my temples. I subconsciously turned my head to avoid it, and his smile was cold and bitter.
"You never know the past, you never want to know the past, and you will eventually bring harm to the world."
Harm the world? This is really easy to say.
"Where is Jimo Dongli's broken arm?" he suddenly said.
Who can properly preserve a broken arm that can never be reattached?
He turned around suddenly and lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
"Get it back, you have to find it back." He suddenly said, his voice full of suppressed annoyance and roar, "It's too late, I have to find it back!"
I frowned and saw that he had always been calm and composed, but today he seemed to be going crazy. There was no reason, no explanation, but I felt inexplicably that I had to follow his words.
Looking at my eyes, he seemed to notice his gaffe. He raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes and said, "This is not just chaos in the world, but you don't understand."
Indeed, I don’t understand how my life or Jimo Dongli’s severed arm could contribute to the so-called “not just chaos in the world”? Anyone who hears it will find it exaggerated and ridiculous.
"Liao..." He seemed not used to calling me by my name, so he finally said it, "Liao Nan, as long as you are still a mortal, I can't tell you anything. You just have to do it and find it."
He has said enough, everything that will destroy the world has been said, as if that is the destined ending. I didn't care what my ending was, but I never thought that my ending would be related to this world.
His index finger twisted a strand of hair hanging on his chest, revealing his anxious thoughts.
"Liao Nan." He finally looked at me deeply and said, "You can't afford to refuse."
Yes, I can't refuse.
I have always believed in Fu Xi, but at this moment, his expression didn't look like he was joking at all. Therefore, even if it sounds ridiculous, I can only choose to believe and endure it.
"Find his broken arm and give me your soul."
I nodded.
He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed for a moment, but he still did not smile. He said: "Fu Qi has received help from God now and asked Jimo to protect his life. The dragon shadow he saw today is real."
I suddenly looked up at him - the arrival of the real dragon? !
The Fuqi royal family is extravagant and licentious, how can they get help from God! Could it be that the world has really reached the point where it is going against the grain, and must the people of this world be forced to go against the will of heaven?
"Remember, it's always the mortals who can't afford to lose. The current situation should end as soon as possible. Jimo can't deviate from destiny, and his broken arm is just a warning. You have to help him more and help yourself more. I can't stay longer, or I will Find the cause of trouble. On the day you find his broken arm, you go to Qingqiu Mountain with him, kill the nine-tailed fox, and bring its nine tails. I will be there. After that, you follow me to Danxue Mountain, and I can send your soul to him. return."
I have never heard of Qingqiu Mountain and Danxue Mountain. The nine-tailed fox, to me, is just a monster that appears in stories and nursery rhymes. However, since he said so, I had to believe it.
"In this way, I will leave, please take care of yourself."
I lowered my head and watched his toes move away little by little and disappear from sight.
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry. I don’t know who can grasp his whereabouts.
Jimo's broken arm converged in the capital.
I didn't say much to him, just left a letter and ran away. In the letter, I clearly stated the whole story and everything that Fu Xi told me. I just omitted the Danxue Mountain section. I didn't want him to know about the matter of handing over my soul, so as to save me a lot of trouble. When the time comes, whether he blames me for leaving without saying goodbye, or blaming me for being unsympathetic, I just want him to mend his broken arm and rebuild the country, even if he goes against fate and has a bumpy life, and doesn't worry about me anymore.
I never expected that the four words "bumpy life" would fall on me first.
Along the way, I wrapped myself up in layers of bamboo hats and wide clothes. The weather was very cold, and this kind of attire was a good concealment. With him, I learned a lot, riding, hiding, a little scheming, and how to stay safe temporarily.
Fuqi sent people to chase me, but I hid very well and could slip away under their noses every time. But the worry in my heart became deeper and deeper.
On the front line, if Jimo's troops were not at a disadvantage, how could they allow the Fuqi people to take advantage of them and go north again and again?
The most dangerous time was when I was chased to Wolongkou in the east, which is almost close to the sea.
I escaped all the way up the cliff. The moment the horse flew down under me, I rolled down into the weeds about half a person's height and escaped the disaster, but my horse died as a result.
I originally thought that I could exchange the money I had on me for a horse to continue the rest of the way, but even this became a wishful thinking.
When everything happened, I was looking far into the distance from the nine-story laminated pearl tower in Wolongkou, hoping to find the lost path. Next to it was a wealthy family. A graceful woman was sitting on the porch holding her little daughter who looked to be six or seven years old. Behind her, there were servants chattering about the legend of Wolongkou.
The east is originally the place where the green dragon resides. Wolongkou is the easternmost place and is located on the Canglang Sea. To the east is the sea.
Rumor has it that in ancient times, it was on this sea that the Immortal Penglai came floating, some were graceful or graceful, some were luxurious and dignified, their immortal music resounded throughout the vast sea, the blue dragon soared, his light body blocked the sun, and all mortals prostrated on the ground. Worship with devotion. At this moment, a person suddenly jumped up from the crowd, and the light even surpassed the blue dragon.
The man became an immortal and flew across the sea from the east with the people of Penglai to the Nine Heavens.
Since then, the place where the green dragon lurked has become Wolongkou, which has been revered by emperors of all dynasties for thousands of years.
Everyone wants to achieve enlightenment, become an immortal, and become immortal. However, the only person who can ascend is the legendary one. The man's name was not left behind.
The woman's eyebrows were cheerful, and the man beside her bent down and stroked the tip of the little girl's delicate nose. The child giggled, and the laughter was very clear.
I watched them quietly. This was the most ordinary and tender scene, a scene I had never seen before, a scene that would never happen to me.
Envy becomes a habit, and eventually, like pain, it becomes numb.
The man's expression suddenly changed, and regardless of the etiquette, he reached out and hugged his wife and daughter tightly.
I know what he is afraid of. The ground under his feet and the gorgeous pavilions all seem so weak and vulnerable amid the tremors.
I finally understand what collapse means.
The Stacked Pearl Tower is resplendent with carved beams and painted pillars, but now, the heavy gold has been twisted and deformed. The graceful and graceful appearance of the flying lady decorated with patterns on the mortise and tenon joints has become ferocious and terrifying.
A ferocious smile. I have never seen such a ferocious smile. It was like the most heartfelt curse. In a daze, I didn't know whether the sun was too dazzling or the eyes were too dizzying. I seemed to have seen the scene of skinning hell.
Everything around him was collapsing, and everything under his feet was trembling desperately.
The girl opposite had long since lost her smile, a look of fear froze on her face, and a pair of small hands clung to the woman's arm.
The man reluctantly lifted up his wife, who could no longer stand, and was about to run out, but behind him, a gold-plated pillar fell down hard.
The ground between me and them suddenly fell into pieces.
At the most critical moment, the man pushed the woman away, and his legs were crushed under the collapsed pillar.
He couldn't run away. The woman collapsed on the ground, and the little daughter was obviously frightened. In her ears, only the man yelled heartbreakingly: "Let's go!"
His back was turned to me, and I couldn't see his eyes, but that silhouette made me stand there for a long time.
The woman's eyes trembled, and she suddenly turned to me. She stumbled over, pushed the girl into my arms, and said with tears on her face: "Save my daughter, please! Please!" Take her away!"
I nodded lightly and hugged the small body. The woman crawled back and hugged him regardless of the man's pushing.
Live and sleep together, die in the same hole.
I seem to have gone back to that year, when my father was lying in the coffin in the Liao family mourning hall and my mother hit the pillar and died.
Another pillar fell down, leaning in the direction where the two people were.
Men can't run away, women won't leave.
I knew the ending, I couldn't change it, the child in my arms was still watching, I turned around and took her out of sight, and ran out as fast as I could.
I'm not afraid of dying, but this child is the woman's last thought. She can't die here. No matter what, she wants to go out.
The once luxurious and beautiful nine-story tower is now like hell on every floor.
The eighteenth level of hell is not enough here.
The girl was still nestled in my arms, not daring to raise her head for a moment. There was blood everywhere, people's severed limbs, hot juice on the table, and wailing bodies knocked down and trampled under their feet by people who had lost their way. Wolongkou has always been worshiped like a fairyland, but now it has been completely overturned.
I rushed down the crowded stairs and it took me a long time to reach the seventh floor. Bodies lay everywhere.
Under the collapsed Duobao grid, a woman was pressed. Pieces of porcelain pricked her body, and a heavy ancient book broke her right arm. There was no one alive everywhere - they were all crowded on the stairs.
Her eyes naturally looked at me, and her left hand, covered in blood and broken porcelain, stretched out to me tremblingly.
"Save me..." Her voice lost the gentleness of a woman.
I looked at the crowded stairs and the messy blood stains. I ran over without hesitation, but there was a sudden break above my head.
She and I raised our heads at the same time.
A flash of golden color flashed in front of her eyes, and when she lowered her head again, there was a huge hole three or two inches away from her toes. At the other end of the hole, only half of her body was left, dripping with blood.
It is a huge three-legged golden crow decorated on the top of the tower. It is made of pure gold and stands and soars in the sunlight every day. It is the most eye-catching decoration of Wolongkou.
Now, it flew down from the top of the tower and penetrated the nine layers of masonry that had already been tightened.
No matter how extravagant it is, it can no longer be saved. The Pearl Tower is over, and the people inside will have to surrender their lives.
When the most solid earth on which we live has abandoned us, where can we go and how can we survive?
The girl raised her head slightly in my arms. Her big eyes were very beautiful, but now they were filled with thick water vapor.
"Sister..." She whispered, her tears rolling down uncontrollably.
My heart felt like it had been cut hard by something.
My own sister has never called me.
I pressed her head down, thinking little by little in my mind, and walked to the crowded stairs, wailing and screaming, on every floor.
I took off the layers of veil wrapped around my head, rolled up the long sleeves covering my pale hands, and took out the hosta from my hair. My white hair hung straight to the ground.
I walked forward step by step, towards the dying people.
It wasn't until we almost touched each other that someone finally looked back at me. The fear on his face seemed to be frozen for a moment, and suddenly he burst into words: "A demon! There is a demon!"
The crowd screamed and fled even louder. I looked at it coldly. I haven't seen such a thing or such a person for a long time. Jimo protected me very well. Although some people around me might be afraid, they never screamed like this. For a moment, I couldn't accept it. However, the first word I heard when I was born was "demon", and it should be so sad.
I hugged the child tightly to prevent her from raising her head rashly.
I don't know how I would escape from this tower if she shouted "demon" the moment she saw me.
The crowded crowd finally surged forward at this moment, and I was like a plague, people were afraid to avoid it.
After walking like this until the third floor, the people in front could no longer walk down - the stairs collapsed.
The height of three floors is neither high nor low. Some people jumped down. Jumping from the third floor to the second floor was not difficult at all. However, looking down, the collapsed floor penetrated the chests of those people. I took a breath and took a few steps back.
Some people kept looking down, and among the crowd's pushing, someone fell down, and the only response was a scream.
There was another gloomy sound above my head. I looked up and saw that there was no longer a three-legged golden crow tower. I didn't know what else could fall.
My heart suddenly became clear and clear, and I hurriedly ran away, only to find that the exact spot where I was standing was hit hard by bricks and stones to create a hole.
If it collapses, this place will become a piece of ruins and rubble! Nine floors, nine floors in total. I don’t know what kind of grand occasion they will be when stacked together.
People were frightened by the falling masonry and wood blocks and fled. More and more people jumped down, and screams were endless.
I hid by the window and looked outside. You can't jump, there are only three floors, you can't jump.
The Stacked Pearl Tower is built on the top of a mountain, with huge boulders hidden all over the ground. If you jump down, you will only die!
Could it be that we really want to be here...
I shook my head, trying desperately to shake off the spreading despair.
There is also Jimo, and his broken arm. I haven't finished what I said. I haven't found the direction of Qingqiu Mountain and Danxue Mountain. Nothing can happen! Absolutely not!
"Stay alive, you keep living for me! Otherwise, I will never forgive you even if I die!"
Whose voice is ringing in my ears.
