During her lifetime, she went through hardships, experienced the coldness of people's hearts, and had no love in her life. Even the short-term warmth she received was nothing more than a moon in a pool of false and beautiful water.
But it is precisely because of this that female corpses are particularly sensitive to gentle kindness.
Like a little beast that has been frozen for a long time, she has become numb to the cold temperature. If she can touch something with temperature, she can clearly distinguish whether the temperature is real or fake.
"Well……"
At this moment, Fang Geyu, who had fallen into coma beside Bailian, suddenly let out a murmur in his sleep, instantly pulling the female corpse out of her trance and into the cold reality.
The confusion in the female corpse's eyes disappeared little by little.
She seemed to realize who the person lying next to Balian was at this moment, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips and reveal a mocking smile.
It's strange that when facing 'Yun Shulang', the female corpse Hesha's emotion was cold and sarcastic.
But when she realized that 'Tao Ziyan' was also in this room, her eyes were full of crazy resentment and hatred that she couldn't hide.
Balian noticed the change in her mood, and even the human skin drum around her waist began to show evil intentions visible to the naked eye.
He straightened his body, his calm eyes became alert, and he stood in front of Fang Geyu in a protective posture.
Unexpectedly, the female corpse with deep resentment in her eyes did not make any further attacks. She floated back two meters away without any legs, like a resentful ghost floating in the air at night. One hand held up the snare drum at his waist.
She smiled and said: "I will make her become like me."
Balian pursed her lips and said, "I won't let her become like you."
The female corpse He Sha sneered, but stopped answering. She raised her long black nails and scraped hard on the thin drum skin!
Here——
The sharp and piercing sound startled jackdaws from all directions in the deserted house, and bright red blood flowed out from the scratches on the drum head.
Balian's complexion turned pale instantly, his head boiled like a river, and his soul was in chaos under his body. The feeling was not very painful, but it was very uncomfortable.
It was like seven souls and six souls were all mixed up in this sharp and evil voice, and the souls were wandering around in the body in a chaotic manner, unable to control it.
The arms he used to hold himself up softened, and he fell heavily on the bedside. His breath was all disordered, his face was pale, but his pupils were dark and gloomy as he looked at the female corpse.
The female corpse couldn't see, so naturally she couldn't notice Balian's eyes.
The scratches on the human skin drum surface quickly and miraculously disappeared, leaving only a trace of blood.
The sharp black nails were touched with a little bright red and gently tapped on the drum surface.
No sound was made, but every tap under the fingernails could send out circles of sound waves visible to the naked eye, causing distorted ripples to appear in the space.
There was silence all around, but there seemed to be a huge drum deep in the ears, rumbling like thunder shaking the sky.
Balian only heard a thin 'click' sound that was like an illusion.
Memories that have been dusty for a long time feel like they have been weighed down by a huge and hard rock for hundreds of years.
Suddenly, there were such a pair of hands supporting the rock. With a hard push, they actually pried up a corner of the hard rock.
Sporadic memories from a long time ago, like dust fragments, splashed out like random dust at the moment the rock was pried up.
Balian, who had gradually become indifferent to human emotions, felt unprecedented fear and panic in his heart at this moment. He was like a drowning person who was suddenly thrown into the boundless sea, and his palms were unconsciously asking for help, trying to grasp something. .
At the same time, Fang Geyu also made a cry of uneasiness, and a cold little hand also grabbed it randomly.
Two drowning people grasped each other's hands at the moment they sank into the bottomless abyss.
Although he knew that even if he firmly grasped this palm, he could not change the despair of sinking into the cold abyss.
However, this is their last resort.
When facing the abyss of despair, no one wants to be alone.
The mottled and fragmented memories dance like dust.
In the chaos, he seemed to see himself in front of him in the past.
A young man in green clothes and a white horse descends the mountain with a sword in his back. The sky is vast and the earth is vast. The horse is light-footed and fast, as if it wants to cross the endless mountains.
However, he couldn't get a glimpse of what he looked like in the past, and the cyan clothes were the most common style in the world.
Carrying the sword down the mountain, I don't know where the mountain is. The outline of the ancient mountains and rivers is like ink. The only clear color is the sword behind me.
The memories are fragmented and colorful all over the place.
The images were blurry and numerous. Under the ancient sword pool, a snake demon could be seen hissing and stained with blood.
I saw children following a person, not too far or too close, with a silver snake ring and fangs shining between the person's fingers. There was a girl in red throwing soup dumplings, and a dark-skinned boy was hoeing the ground and planting vegetables.
Thunder breaks bones, cold front cuts muscles.
Old dreams resurface, and all the invisible memories floating in front of you are as noisy as a rushing waterfall.
At the end of those noisy scenes, he saw his blurred figure, humbly bowed and kneeling in the backlight.
As if someone stepped into the dust, he said to the tall and majestic figure: "Father, it hurts, it hurts... If possible, in the next life... can I no longer be your son... …”
The tall man who was transformed in front of him raised his arm, holding a sharp cold weapon surrounded by thunder and lightning in his palm.
In the changing alternation of black and shadow, he could not see the man's face clearly, but he could see the red eyes in the darkness, faintly glowing with angry blood.
He couldn't see his expression clearly either.
Because the young man kneeling in the dust and mud could not bow his head for a long time. After kneeling down, he never raised his head.
He also turned a blind eye to the sharp blade hanging above his head.
"don't want……"
Someone, in a deep sleep, screamed in panic, his voice was faint, but heartbreaking!
The cold weapon's sharp blade lingering in the lightning penetrated the body, splitting the body and heart, and separating the flesh and blood!
Amidst the hot and intense pain, Balian's body was filled with blood, and he fell into the deeper darkness as if he had stepped on the air.
The strong wind blew past my ears, as if it was falling endlessly.
In the darkness, he suddenly saw a green shadow on the edge of a lake.
Bailian was overjoyed and gratefully regarded the square inch of scenery in the darkness as the last light in his life. He stretched out his palm toward the light, trying to hold it.
The erratic and distant voice seemed to have been blown away by the strong wind, and she said: "This time, don't go down the mountain to look for me again, I'm getting married."
The light refracted by the lake became more and more intense, so intense that it seemed to swallow up the cyan figure.
It turned out that he had mistaken the hand outside the cocoon that raised the blade to slaughter him... as the light that could redeem him.
The palm I raised to hold fell down again...
That's it, he was too tired. He couldn't find a way out among the endless memories, and he couldn't even lift his fingertips.
I just want to keep immersed in it.
