man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 218 The Death of Dove (4800 words)
Zheng Xiu's words were a blockbuster.

Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and the monk personally experienced that buried history in Gongsun Mo's cannibal painting.

The tragedy of Sun Cicada Valley.

The disappearance of martial arts.

Zheng Xiu even used the identity of "Gongsun Mo" to spend a hundred years drawing ghostly eyes, absorbing the souls of thousands of people, creating a cannibal painting comparable to ghosts and monsters, opening the passage to the ever-darkness with his own hands, and turning it into a human pillar.

All the memories, they vividly.

They know the secrets of history.

Now that Zheng Xiu made the point, the monk suddenly realized: "It turns out that he is the one who is most afraid of being taken away by Chang An!"

"In Jingtang Town, I met him face to face. He is different, but he is human after all!"

Feng Bei bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, and remained silent at the side.

Zheng Xiu grabbed Feng Bei's hand violently, the tentacles were cold, and his palm was full of sweat.

Feng Bei twitched vigorously, but couldn't pull his hand out of Zheng Xiu's generous palm.

Feeling the warmth of Zheng Xiu's palm, Feng Bei sighed softly, but remained silent.

"Don't think about leaving."

Zheng Xiu looked at Feng Bei calmly: "Regardless of whether it is true or not, what are you thinking, how can you hide it from me?"

"What is my sister thinking?" The monk suddenly changed into Xie Yunliu's face.

"My name is Miss Feng." Zheng Xiu winked at the monk with a stern face, and secretly scolded you for switching personality at this moment.

The monk blinked, as if he understood something, secretly annoyed himself which pot was not opened and which pot to carry, scratched his scalp and nodded: "Then what is Miss Feng thinking?"

Zheng Xiu broke Fengbei's mind: "She doesn't want to implicate us, she wants to find Zhu alone."

Feng Bei froze all over.

It seems that Zheng Xiuzhen guessed Fengbei's mind.

It is worthy of being a husband and wife for ten years.

The monk gasped: "Hiss... why is Miss Feng so reckless!"

Feng Bei finally broke away from Zheng Xiu's hand, took a breath, her black and white eyes were a little more angry, and stared at Zheng Xiu: "Otherwise? Let me watch you die?"

Zheng Xiu confidently asked back: "Didn't I say it earlier, my fate is very hard, and I already have an idea. When did you see me do something I'm not sure about?"

Feng Bei sarcastically said: "On August [-]th of that year, you insisted on celebrating the third anniversary of marriage and learning how to make fennel lamb head pot. If you didn't listen to me saying you didn't have the talent to cook, then you insisted on going Toss, didn't you almost burn the back kitchen later?"

Zheng Xiu was dissatisfied: "Didn't I succeed in the fifth anniversary?"

Feng Bei sneered: "Didn't you accidentally sprinkle all the sand and salt in it in the fourth year? If I hadn't said it was delicious, would you be happy?"

"Everyone has their own strengths!"

"So, that's what you mean by 'sure'?"

"Isn't your next sentence trying to say that I'm not at all wrong if I don't talk about the facts?"

"Hmph, am I the shrew you call right and wrong?"

The two were arguing, getting closer and closer, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and their faces almost touched each other.

The monk suspected that they would kiss in place, so he covered his eyes.

Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, Feng Bei twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't hold back his smile, Zheng Xiu showed complacency and raised two fingers, Feng Bei feigned anger, and it was too late to put on a straight face again. Difficult, Zheng Xiu hooked the corner of his mouth, showing a look of "you come here", Fengbei looked away at this point, Fengbei was defeated.

After being interrupted by Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei's heart sank a lot. She reluctantly pulled the long hair on the right side behind her ear, showing her "strange mark" that she never liked in front of Zheng Xiu, and gave Zheng Xiu a blank look: "Say Well, what are your plans?"

"My idea is simple."

"All the way north,"

"gouged the crowman's eye,"

"Destroy Zhu's eyes completely,"

"Then,"

Zheng Xiu pointed to the north, paused, and said four words calmly: "Let's go home."

ten days later.

On the official road from west to northeast.

Two horses are galloping.

A burly man with a stick of oil on his back.

On the other horse sat a bald head.

It was Zheng Xiu and the monk.

They went down Tianyin Mountain, headed northeast first, then turned north, crossed several states, and rushed back to the imperial city.

The two stopped and went, and it took them ten days to travel two thousand miles.

Every time the monk stopped, he would involuntarily look in the direction he was coming, and was quite worried.

"Don't worry," Zheng Xiu comforted, "She is Fengbei."

They are about to pass through the territory of Yizhou.

There was a little more hesitation on the monk's face.

Zheng Xiu guessed what the monk was thinking: "If you want to go back and see Master Waiting, go and see."

The monk struggled for a while, and shook his head vigorously: "No, this little monk is definitely not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. I want to advance and retreat with the two of you!"

"Some things, why don't I want to see him and ask him to understand."

Zheng Xiu now understands that Master Waiting is Xie Yunliu from 200 years ago.He lived for 200 years.

He had known that Gongsun Mo had painted cannibalism.

Is there a possibility, wait for the master to know what will happen to the people who took away the cannibal painting, and is he looking forward to the fact that the cannibal painting successfully creates the second Gongsun Mo and brings back the real Xie Luohe from the dark place? ?
This is what Zheng Xiu wanted to ask Master Waiting for himself.

But now is not the time to get to the bottom of it.

No. 15 days.

The night is cold as water.

In the mountains, on the winding road, the two non-stop are still on their way.

They seemed to be very fast when they got on their horses, but it took them fifteen days to get here. It can be seen that they stopped a lot on the way, as if they were waiting for something.

Under the moonlight, the pattering drizzle was like silver needles piercing towards the two on the horse.

"ah--"

In the distance, as a shrill crow broke the silence, a "dark cloud" covered the sky and passed over the bright moon. When the dark cloud passed by quickly, it seemed to tear the bright moon into countless pieces.

【Dead...dead...dead...】

Zheng Xiu's expression froze, as if he heard something.

The crows were still ringing in his ears, but two distorted words subconsciously appeared in his mind, his vision was covered with hot asphalt, and it looked like thick black blood.

He covered his ears in surprise, and Zheng Xiu felt that he seemed to understand the meaning of the crow's cry in an instant.

The moment he understood the voice, a hallucination of [death] appeared in front of his eyes.

Did I inadvertently learn some weird new skill?
Zheng Xiu was puzzled, but had no time to think about it.

"Here we come! Blindfold your eyes!"

The monk gritted his teeth, took out a piece of black cloth, and covered it obediently. As for the horse, he continued to drive according to his feeling.

The "dark clouds" covering the stars and closing the moon turned out to be thousands of ravens. Zheng Xiu came across a few of them along the way, and deliberately delayed for a while before killing the single raven.After going back and forth several times, through the eyes of the crows, the candle guessed the route of the two going north.

Ravens collided crazily in the sky, their bones and flesh were smashed, and the feathers of the ravens scattered all over the sky.The shattered crow meat and crow blood gradually twisted into a black mist in the night, and a dark cave suddenly opened in the mist, and the white hands as thick as babies formed a frightening Wings stick out from the black mist.

"babble--"

The horse under the two of them raised its hooves high in shock, rolled its eyes in a moment, and slammed into the big tree beside it.

A terrible breath swept across the sky, and animals with keen senses felt the threat first.

Zheng Xiu and the monk stepped off their horses at the same time.The monk was blindfolded, lost his balance for a moment, and rolled aside.

Thousands of ravens circled at high speed under the moon, forming four high walls. From a distance, it looked like a black storm. At this moment, Zheng Xiu and the monk were in the eye of the storm.

"Dead... die... die... sue death... die... ah..."

The crowman struggled to squeeze out of the passage, and the ten-meter-long twisted wings completely stretched out, and the baby's arms made a crisp bone sound.Zheng Xiu vaguely understood the meaning of the crow's cry again, like the words "death" one by one.

Zheng Xiu stared, then rubbed his ears again in surprise.

"I seem...can really understand the birdsong?"

"But it doesn't matter anymore."

"The best chance is only once."

"Once Rang Zhu realizes that we intend to blind him in one fell swoop, he won't let the crowman out easily in the future."

"The bird in prison!"

Zheng Xiu's chest swelled, black lines spread all over his body in an instant, fangs grew out, the white bone surface covered his face, and an illusory wing grew from his shoulder blades, Zheng Xiu turned into the "prison" of white-faced fangs that he hadn't seen for a long time. bird form".

He threw the long strip of oilcloth bag behind his back to the sky suddenly: "Come here!"

【provocative】!
The crowman's attention was instantly attracted by Zheng Xiu's loud shout, and the tattered blindfold seemed to be burned to ashes.The five blood-colored eyes flashed with scarlet light.

The crowman originally had six eyes, but one was consumed when he "killed" Zheng Baimei for the first time, and now there are only five eyes left!

Zheng Xiu flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

Boundless black air gushed out from behind the crowman, condensed into feathers, and shot towards Zheng Xiu like arrow feathers all over the sky.

call out!
A jet of black light shot from the distant sky, like a black shooting star, instantly wiped out all the crowman's offensives, and opened up a broad avenue for Zheng Xiu.

ten miles away.

Feng Bei lightly tapped his feet on the treetops, his long hair fluttering, standing in the dark night.

There was a faint sadness on her face, and the majestic shadow behind her was still like a mountain, but what the shadow held in her hand was no longer a huge saber, but a ferocious curved bow.

A faint shadow of the bow also appeared in Fengbei's hand, she closed her eyes ten miles away, and drew the bow fully.

"Lend me your bow skills, Xie Luohe."

Feng Bei condensed the "unlucky" enough to kill all living things into an arrow and put it on the longbow.

With a sigh, Feng Bei listened attentively, and let go of his three fingers.

What she listens to is "the voice of all things".

The dark arrow light is faster than an arrow.

In an instant, countless arrows punched countless holes in the crowman's wings.

Zheng Xiu was as fast as lightning, and under the cover of Feng Bei, the ink-colored streamer on his wings was like a sharp knife, cutting the night into two halves.

"die!"

The arvenist was teetering in the night sky, and arrows shot him all over his body. Before Zheng Xiu approached, the second of the arvenist's remaining five eyes suddenly burst, bursting out red blood.

He even closed his eyes ahead of time, but was still hit.In fact, at such a close range, the arvenist would be hit no matter whether Zheng Xiu closed his eyes or not when he used his thaumaturgy.

The "mortal art" that can only be performed with the restriction of "blindness" has long gone beyond the scope of ordinary thaumaturgy.

The art of krypton life.

[Zheng Shan] incarnated like [Zheng Baimei] in the past, his skin was chapped, weathered, and dried up bit by bit, turning into dust and blown away by the wind.

His avatar is collapsing, approaching...death!

"coming!"

Zheng Xiu smiled instead of being surprised, his eyes were full of spirits, the sound of the chains sounded, and his right palm was full of bloody eyes.

A strangely shaped paintbrush appeared under Zheng Xiu's pen under the restraint of eyeball chains. With a wave of his hand, his shattered body, his flesh and blood, turned into swords all over the sky.

The surrounding sounds disappear, and everything freezes, only for a moment.

A moment of life and death.

"Krypton's life trick, who wouldn't know it."

Zheng Xiu grinned, and in an instant, the heart of the sword was clear, drawing inferences from one instance.

"Ruthless Absolute Sword!"

The small sword created by [Painter]'s method, and [Painter]'s thaumaturgy imitated [Heaven and Earth Crossing Gang Returns One Sword Intent], aimed at the crowman's neck.

laugh!
The "death" of Zheng Xiu and the "death" of the crow-keeper happened at the same time. From a distance, it seemed that Zheng Xiu had "passed through" the crow-keeper's body.But in fact, it was Zheng Xiu's body that was collapsing, and he swung his sword at high speed to slash the crowman's head as he disappeared.

……

"Do you like birds?"

An old man talks to a young man.

"like."

"why?"

"I want to be like them, flying freely in the sky."

"This old man taught you how to raise birds. Once you learn it, you can fly too. Fly high."

"Okay!"

"Starting today, the old man will give you the name... Jiu."

……

"It's done! Hahaha!"

The moment he cut off the crowman's head, a strange memory flowed into Zheng Xiu's mind.

Zheng Xiu laughed loudly in the night sky, turned into flying dust, and went to die casually.

He was very happy, finally able to use his own hand to use Zheng Baimei's move!

Although death without regret!

Feng Bei was in the distance, rushing over anxiously.

She almost exhausted all her strength, without the peace of the past, she was like a flash of lightning, crossing the night.

Hearing the elder brother's laughter, the monk hurriedly tore off the cloth strips on his face, just in time to see the scene where the crowman fell and the "big brother" turned into ashes and died in the sky.

Although Zheng Xiu had told the monk in advance that his death was not real, the monk and Zheng Xiu had a century-old relationship, which was extremely deep, and he still couldn't help but shed tears and was unbearably sad.

The crowman's body was separated and hit the ground heavily without moving.

The surface of his body melted away like a layer of sesame paste, revealing a thin and short body.

It was an ugly boy.

Feng Bei and the monk found the head of the crow-keeper. Just as Feng Bei was about to stretch out her hand, she was afraid that she might accidentally turn the crow-keeper's body into ashes, so she said to the monk, "Brother! Take out the eyes!"

Feng Bei was so anxious that he lost his mind, for a moment he forgot that the monk was no longer Xie Yunliu, and called "Brother" out of desperation.

The monk didn't think too much about it, and even responded as a matter of course. He reached out his hand into the layer of paste, and the stench hit his face. He carefully dug out four "eyes" like black pearls from inside.

The monk held the four beads and squeezed them lightly, but they were still soft.

"Let's go! I'm afraid...he won't last long!" Feng Bei took out the bag, put four eyes in it, and urged.

Puchi!Puchi!Puchi!Puchi!
After the crowman died, the crows hovering in the sky exploded one by one, turning into a rain of black blood that filled the sky and fell on the ground.

At the same time, all the ravens hovering in the sky of the Dagan Dynasty fell one after another.

In the imperial city, a rain of ravens fell.

All dead.

Fengbei and the monk traveled day and night, almost without sleep, rushing back to the imperial city from where the crow-keeper was killed.On the way, Fengbei scared away three horses and exhausted four horses.

No. On the 12th day and night, under Zheng Xiu's advance arrangement, Fengbei finally returned to his home after a "hundred years".

that mountain.

Under the moonlight, Fengbei Tan opened his mouth slightly, looked at the mountain that was split into a valley from the middle, and was stunned for a moment: "Where is my house?"

The forest was filled with smog, and Qing Shisan, who was hidden in the dense forest by the smoke, walked out with a dignified expression. He still had the same cynical attitude, wearing a bamboo hat and tattered clothes, and bowed his hands to Fengbei: "I am Qing Shisan, it is Mr. Zheng The confidant among the cronies. I think Miss Fengbei should know me, Qing knows that Miss Fengbei has countless doubts in her heart, such as your mountain top." Qing Shisan put away his smile: "It's not too late, please be sure to talk to Qing Return to Zheng's house."

Saying that, Qing Shisan reached out to Fengbei and made a "please" gesture.It turned out that there was a tunnel behind him, the interior of the tunnel was square, the lights were bright, and there were tracks.The monk looked bewildered, and under Qing Shisan's guidance, the three of them got into a strangely shaped car. Qing Shisan broke out in hand speed, shook the lever, and the car galloped along the track at high speed.

"Don't be surprised, there are countless strange people in the Zheng family, and this is the handwriting of the first craftsman Yan Jiji."

Feng Bei originally wanted to ask if the mountain in my house was the same, but at the moment she was worried about Zheng Xiu's safety, so she had no time to ask such questions, so she nodded sullenly.

After a while, the rail car stopped, and Qing Shisan opened the secret door. Behind the secret door was the underground cell of Zheng's residence.

Many Yingyingyanyans were crowded in the cell, and the fragrant wind came.As soon as everyone saw the secret door open, with a swipe, all eyes focused on Feng Bei.

Surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, the gloomy and skinny Zheng Xiu sat there motionless as if he had died.

Simultaneously.

Inside Zheng's house.

The orange cat Xiaofeng, who had long been a member of the Zheng family, turned over in a deep sleep and opened her eyes.

It looked at the moonlight quietly, the moon was bright and bright, but reflected in the eyes of the cat, it didn't even reflect a little light, leaving only a piece of pure black.

"Meow~"

The orange cat licked its paws, got up and paced gracefully, and walked silently into the darkness.

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