The Spirit World

Chapter 316

[“Will it be weird for me to be dressed like this?” Locke shook his hands and buttoned up his black clothes. His whole body was extremely broad, like a tiger standing still.

"Of course not." Nohan also shook his head, his bones creaking. There was a very obvious scar on his right eye, and his entire eye was glowing white, a completely lifeless white light. He was half blind in one eye, but he was not wearing an eyepatch, his eye was completely open, and there was nothing unusual.

They were all wearing coarse clothes, which was obviously inconsistent with their status.

The first and third leaders of the Dragon Heart Society were actually wearing assassin's hidden clothes, and they did not learn.

This suit completely deformed their bodies, and since they had no assassin training, they had to do this if they wanted to hide their aura.

"That kid... has come to Wenti County?" Locke looked at his image in the mirror.

The black clothes made his eyes look even more ferocious, and his bald head was also wrapped in cloth.

"She's here... but... it's a little strange. Is she alone?!" Nohan looked at his silver knuckles. The flames on them swept across, and the darkness here turned from red to black.

"Well, we can't underestimate even one person. Without Gert here today, even the two of us might have a hard time." Locke shrugged, stretched his muscles, and touched his bald head.

"Is it so powerful? Although I never thought that the task assigned to us by that adult would be easy." Nohan shook his entire arm and clenched his fists.

"Well... she is so young, her strength should be close to our level." Locke turned around and Nohan quickly followed.

"That's really scary." Nohan sighed and said, "It's impossible to do less and less of this kind of thing."

"There's nothing we can do about it, Nohan." Loken grabbed his head and straightened it.

There was a rattling sound.

"Can we still be called human beings like this?" Nohan smiled with some doubt.

"So what if I'm not... In a world like this, what does it matter whether you are human or not?" A red light flashed in Locke's eyes.

"It's really scary, brother. It seems that one day I will be abandoned by you?" Nohan laughed.

"When we can't stop something like this from happening, we can only let it go on. Even if we don't do it, someone else will."

"Is that right?"

"But there is one thing they will definitely not do." Locke's whole body made a crackling sound.

"what?"

"We will let those children leave easily, without pain or sadness."]

Niman Farm is particularly lively today.

Because a lot of people came here.

Chun looked at the trees on Niman Farm with a puzzled look on her face. She slowly placed her hand on the tree and closed her eyes, as if listening.

Dahuang stood beside Chun holding Dawang's clothes, quietly stretched his little ears to the tree, and learned to listen like Chun.

Behind it was the king who looked at them angrily. The king had his hands on his waist. There was white fluff on her clothes. That should be her fluffy tail. Many people thought it was just a simple decoration, but whoever touched it would die.

The king frowned as she looked at the two "little fools" she called them.

In this "small farm" of Nieman, there is obviously nothing here, no special landscape, no beautiful bouquets of flowers, and the cows and sheep are all kept in relatively large warehouses.

There was nothing there, just a rather simple warehouse.

"Well, I have no idea what the hell you are doing here. There is absolutely no need for us to come here and have dinner with the family." When the king was angry, her eyebrows didn't move at all, but from her tone, she was very angry.

"If you really want to cure your illness, just be quiet. I don't know if it will work, but at least I think it can really help you." Chun still had her eyes closed, not impatient, but her voice was very soft.

"My king, please don't be so anxious!" Da Huang also closed his eyes and listened carefully.

The king looked into the distance with disdain. It was a very high staircase in the house, where two people were sitting, a boy and a girl.

They were communicating, gently, slowly, the evening light shining on them, flowing silently.

It's so weird...

He was timid in the first game, but in the second game he kicked the fisherman's son off the stage like a madman.

The fisherman's son was kicked off the stage ten seconds after he came on stage. The whole audience was shocked.

The fisherman's son was not injured at all and had no idea what had happened to him. He was looking at his father in the stands.

They were stunned, even the entire audience was silent in surprise. The young man quickly confirmed whether he had won, waited for the referee to nod, then quickly went down the stage and came to the stands to the girl who was looking at her and sitting next to him, whispering softly. At this moment, it was just like that moment.

"Of course I'm not in a hurry, but this kid doesn't seem to have any intention of helping us now. It's really embarrassing for us to come to someone else's house with a flattering face." The king knocked on Dahuang's little head.

Dahuang rubbed his little head quickly in pain.

"My lord, this kid will definitely win the Dragon Race. Where will we find him once he leaves?"

"Why don't we just follow him to Fulan? I'm not in a hurry." The king snorted.

"Yes, yes, what does this matter? It's none of my business anyway." Chun gently stood up with the help of the tree. Dahuang didn't listen and followed Chun.

The king grabbed it angrily and made it stand beside him obediently.

"Did you hear that?" The king touched Dahuang's head, where she had hit him.

"I heard it, and I didn't hear it." Chun straightened her clothes while standing.

"What do you mean? You are becoming more and more obsessed with Buddhism, and you even talk in a mysterious way." Dawang came to Chun's side, and Dahuang slowly jumped onto her shoulders and held the folded clothes in her arms.

Dahuang felt that his king must still be a little anxious. If this kind of serious disease could be cured by the treasures in the treasure bag, it would naturally be a great help.

However, it really didn't understand this sentence.

"He does have a bag of tricks, but it's clear he doesn't have time to care about us right now."

"Isn't that nonsense?" The king grabbed Chun's hand and ran out the door: "What are you talking about? You can help me. I hate asking people for help. If you two hadn't whispered in my ears, I wouldn't have come here. Now you have to do it for the sake of being treated well and the buttocks for being ignored. It's really embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing at all." Chun knew that Da Wang, this little fox, was as thin-skinned as a pancake. She was unwilling to come to beg others. Now that she could come to this small farm, she did it by herself.

She had only said that there was someone who might be able to help cure the king's illness, so why not give it a try, and she hadn't said a word to the boy with the treasure bag.

It cannot be said that Chun knew about Chang Yufeng's affairs, but it is unknown how much she knew. This little guy named Jack is a good boy at home and a gentle killer outside.

It can be as horrible as it can be.

But even so, she had never seen him actually kill any "good people".

One’s own “Buddha heart” knows some “unknowable” things, the past and the future.

The past is the past, the future is the future.

All these scenes appeared before my eyes one by one.

This child will definitely help the king. It is just a piece of cake for him.

He also knew about his "Buddha's heart". Otherwise, he would not have been able to talk to himself like this.

He did not hide or conceal anything in front of anyone who knew "everything", and that person included himself. "How could it be embarrassing? Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life? Now you finally found someone who can help you." Chun was dragged by Da Wang, and Da Huang looked back at the two children who were still talking.

"But I really feel ashamed." The king lowered his head, not giving up and leaving the village.

"It's for survival, it's not shameful." Chun was pulled by her and smiled leisurely: "Hey, we come here to eat, talk and chat at the table, it's exactly the same,"

"My King..." Da Huang touched the profile of the King and slowly took the hair in his hand.

This is the hair that has not fallen yet. When it grows longer, it will disappear. When the disease completely defeats its king, such beautiful people will disappear forever.

Her beautiful face and her silky white fur.

Her five hundred years of demonic power.

An unreasonable force that does not abide by the rules of demonic power condensation.

It will be lost silently.

Of course, it has also thought about wandering around the world like a weasel and a fox, but this fox will only lose more and more of everything she has: her magic power that cannot grow steadily, her body that she can no longer possess, her life that will slowly disappear, and the language that we share with each other.

Although, even so, I would take care of the dumb little fox.

"I think we should still do this kind of thing~" Da Huang smiled at Da Wang, his fangs gleaming.

The king was stunned for a second and let go of Chun's hand.

"That's right. We have nothing now." The king sighed.

"If he is really like what you said, it couldn't be better." The king stood there and Chun patted her shoulder.

"You have to bow your head when you should, right?" Chun knew what she meant, but her smile was not very pretty, and her face still had some green branches and leaves.

"Let's go eat...at his house."

"Oh!!! Let's eat!" Dahuang jumped up happily.

"Tell me about him. A man like him must have had a very powerful past, right?" The king walked slowly to the tree and sat down. She looked at the backs of the two people who were still talking in the sunset. She leaned against the tree with her head tilted.

Dahuang jumped off her shoulder, leaned gently against the tree, and moved closer to Dawang.

"Ah? You are interested in him now? Really?" Chun also slowly sat down next to the tree.

No matter where it is, the Tree of Life will never become extinct.

"What else? I'd love to hear it."

"Then we can't eat... This story will be very long... It will take three days and three nights to finish telling it." Chun also sat down and looked at the figures of the two children. In the dusk, they seemed to have the afterglow of the setting sun. The sun was not shining on them, but they were slowly attracting the sunlight.

It was in the afterglow of sunset that the two children communicated.

Their past and future.

all here.

Flowing quietly.

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"He is a very hardworking kid, optimistic and cheerful. No one knows how many hours he sleeps a day. If you see the sunlight shining on the ground, you can tell that he has been practicing magic for several hours."

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"I really want you to know something like this, a person walking through the darkness of the universe, how handsome that person is, indifferent to life and death, blocking my death."

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"If he wasn't so naive, he would have found a way to rescue his lover during that war. No one could stop him..."

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"He still failed... Everyone died at his hands, including the people he loved..."

How terrible it is that human life is just a number.

She didn't say that.

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"He is a very interesting person. You would never guess his true identity under such an identity and such an appearance." Chun said this and wanted to continue with a smile.

A gust of wind passed through Chun's hair, and green blood slowly flowed down her white neck.

Like a white streak of wind.

Dawang and Dahuang both looked at the blood flowing in surprise.

"Are you okay? Tsubaki!"

"Are you okay? Mommy Tsubaki..."

"You know what? Sometimes it's like this. People are always a little helpless. But I'm not a human. I don't need to be afraid of such things." Chun glanced at the two people in the sunset.

"As you can see, he is just a farmer's son." Tsubaki smiled: "Like I said, no matter what, people with lonely hearts are always accompanied by sadness."

"Don't say anymore! Chun, I don't want to know about this man's past! He is just a murderer! Your blood! You can't stop bleeding at all!" The king touched Chun's neck and blocked her wound.

No one knows where this wind comes from.

They only knew that Chun's wound was getting bigger and bigger.

"Don't you want to know? Really, I was thinking about telling you the truth." Chun shook her head in disappointment. Her hands were completely unable to move.

"Da Huang! Medicine!" The king tried to use his magic power to completely suppress the surge of green blood, but there was no way.

"I will heal... It's okay. The vitality of the tree is endless." Tsubaki smiled: "It's okay, this is the price of contacting the truth."

"Then why did you tell us? Are you really afraid that I won't die fast enough?!" The king anxiously used his clothes to bandage Chun.

"No, he is not a murderer." Chun still said this.

"He's a hero. A hero who saved this world from destruction."

Everyone will be afraid.

Then let them be afraid.

"How can he be a hero? What you said is scary enough!" Da Huang was also anxious and flustered.

"For the one you love, you can be considered a hero anyway."

My Buddha heart would tell me this, right?
is it?

Buddha's heart.

(End of this chapter)