I rely on my face to pretend to be poor in the world of infinite flow

The rainwater dripped down on the utility knife exposed in Xie Sha's hand, washing away the few bloodstains on it.

Like looking in a mirror, Xie Sha stood face to face with Tan Yaozu in front of him.

Xie Shaqingjun's pale face was quiet, his dark eyes were not fully opened, and there was a kind of sober coldness in the rain.

Tan Yaozu has the same face as him, even the same clothes and hairstyle, only the expression on that face is completely different.

He was smiling, showing his white teeth, and his smile was extremely bright.

Only those eyes are cool and secretive, like flowing a river leading to death, like burning under a glacier.

He stared at Xie Sha without blinking, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

During the torrential rain, countless flying pieces of paper gathered here, shooting at them like sharp and terrifying hidden weapons in an instant.

Xie Sha didn't look back, didn't dodge, and launched an attack without hesitation.

The point of the art knife in his hand slashed at Tan Yaozu's neck, which was exactly the same as his, and it was a fatal blow. If the opponent didn't want to die, he must give up the attack and return to defense.

However, Qin Yaozu did nothing.

He just raised the corners of his lips, and that face, which was exactly the same as Xie Sha's, instantly changed into that of Yu Xingzhi.

Thus, the blade in Xie Sha's hand seemed to cut Yu Xingzhi's neck instantly.

Xie Sha's black eyes widened instantly, and he couldn't restrain his shocked expression, and the blade in his hand froze for an instant.

At this moment, Tan Yaozu, who did not dodge, raised his hand and grabbed Xie Sha's hand that was holding on to the utility knife.

Tan Yaozu didn't smile, he even tilted his head slightly, his cool and gloomy eyes stared straight at Xie Sha, like cold affection, like the curiosity of a demon king.

Xie Cha's utility knife was still on Tan Yaozu's face, his dark eyes suddenly lost his focus, and he slowly lowered his head little by little, looking at his heart.

There, the slender and slender right hand of Tan Yaozu, who was wearing a smoky blue suit, inserted into Xie Sha's heart.

Under Xie Sha's watchful eyes, the hand that was as perfect as art slowly withdrew, and there was a heart that was still beating on the open palm.

The heart taken out from Xie Sha's chest.

Xie Sha finally let go of his hand, and the solidified utility knife with the spiritual force in his hand disappeared. He fell backwards, was supported by Yu Xingzhi who was running towards him from behind, leaned on Yu Xingzhi, and the two of them fell together. in the rain.

"Xie Sha..." Yu Xingzhi's voice was weak.

Xie Sha's quiet and distracted eyes still fell on Tan Yaozu in front of him.

In fact, he was wrong, Tan Yaozu did not become exactly like Yu Xingzhi.

Only his face was the same, his long and beautiful hair was neatly tied behind by a blue ribbon, and even in the rainstorm, there was not a single drop of water from his bangs, as if none of the rainstorms in the sky could touch him.

Just like when we first met at the fire scene in the early morning.

It's just that this time he didn't wear gold-rimmed glasses, and his milky white skin and rose-like lips raised with restraint made him look kind and gentle.

Even at this moment, this immaculate man who looks like he is shooting a top pictorial is still holding Xie Sha's bleeding heart in his hand.

Tan Yaozu smiled lightly, with a reserved and gentle expression, looking down at the heart that was still beating in the palm of his hand.

With clear and fascinated eyes, he seemed to be looking at a lover, and he did bow his head and kiss that heart.

Then, he lifted his chin lightly, and showed Xie Cha's heart to Yu Xingzhi: "It's beautiful."

After finishing speaking, he put this heart into his own, and when he cut open his heart, because of the severe pain, that handsome face couldn't help but blinked in a daze, the cool eyes seemed to be filled with extreme joy , as if crying.

Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He took out his hand, and the wound recovered quickly, except that the blood from the wound on the smoky blue suit was still there, proving that he had been injured here.

The expression on Tan Yaozu's face returned to calm, he blew his bangs like a sigh, and he squatted down in front of Xie Cha and Yu Xingzhi.

Qin Liang's eyes are completely open, unblinking, but innocent and uninterested in the eyes, and the extravagant voice whispers: "It hurts a lot, hold on."

Tan Yaozu picked up Xie Cha's right hand that had just cut his neck, and took off the paper snake on his wrist—this was a gift from Tan Yaozu to Xie Sha.

He took the lifelike paper snake and put it into Xie Sha's broken heart.

Xie Cha's bleeding wound seemed to close up spontaneously in an instant, and it was constantly repairing, but Xie Cha's empty expression on his face was enduring the pain.

Tan Yaozu tilted his head, with a childlike innocent expression, and smiled contemptuously: "I'm fair, you have 15 minutes to clear the level."

After speaking, he didn't stand up immediately.

Xie Sha lay in Yu Xingzhi's arms, feeling the sting of the paper snake constantly swimming in his flesh and blood, staring at the man's condescending face for a moment.

Watching Tan Yaozu's dead eyes move away from himself bored, watching the man's sapphire-wearing fingers pinch Yu Xingzhi's neck without refusal, and kiss him without any emotion in the suffocation that almost strangled him.

The blood from Xie Cha's heart that he had stained was perfectly stained on Yu Xingzhi's lips.

Tan Yaozu smiled and raised his eyebrows: "It tastes good, brother."

After all this was done, when Yu Xingzhi was protecting his neck and coughing continuously.

Tan Yaozu stood up, not a single drop of the heavy rain fell on him, as if even the rain was afraid of him.

He didn't do anything else, got up and left with his back to them, the hazy blue figure gradually disappeared into the rain and fog.

"Looking forward to seeing you next time."

The injured paper boy in the puddle struggled to get up, followed the direction of the man and left together.

Qin Yue was missing.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like a punishment from God, like it wants to wash away everything here.

Yu Xingzhi recovered from the suffocating cough, carried the seriously injured Xie Cha on his back, and walked towards the ancestral hall in the southeast direction of the Tan family.

Qin Yaozu's courtyard is only one street away from the ancestral hall.

They walked this way for 5 minutes.

"Let me down and see if there are any clues in the coffin." Xie Cha's voice was extremely soft, breathless, but still calm.

Yu Xingzhi quickly found the letter and read the contents of the letter to Xie Sha.

Xie Cha's face was extremely pale, he listened quietly, and suddenly said: "The mother of the paper figurine said that she only has nine sons alive?"

Yu Xingzhi took a careful look at it: "Yes."

Xie Sha's black pupils opened slightly: "Then who is Tan Yaozu?"

Tan Yaozu was one of the last pair of twins born, and the paper figurine mother's handwriting was written after her death, so it is impossible not to know whether her youngest son is dead or alive.

Unless, the Tan Yaozu they saw was not the real little uncle of the Tan family at all.

The two faced each other, stunned.

Who that person was can only remain a mystery.

Xie Sha took a breath: "Since he said goodbye, he will definitely meet again in the future. Clear the customs first, is there anything else written in the handbook?"

Yu Xingzhi was silent for a moment.

Xie Sha reached out to take the letter and turned to the last page, not surprised by the customs clearance requirements on it.

He closed the letter and said to Yu Xingzhi calmly: "There were many ways to clear the customs, but now it's too late, you go into the coffin."

Yu Xingzhi looked at him, his water-blue eyes were gentle and peaceful. He didn't speak, but picked up the seriously injured Xie Sha, and put him gently and carefully into the coffin.

Xie Sha's fingers grasped the edge of the coffin, and his dark eyes looked at Yu Xingzhi quietly: "It's not necessary, I have other ways to pass the level."

Yu Xingzhi's eyes are slightly curved, and the water blue eyes seem to be clear even under the hazy and terrifying background: "But your time is too late. I can find other ways you said."

He looked at Xie Sha: "The game is a bit difficult for me, and it didn't help me along the way. At least at the last moment, I want to do something for you, Xie Sha."

There was no emotion on Xie Shaqingjuan's pale face: "You didn't hold me back. It was agreed at the beginning, and I will take you through the level."

Yu Xingzhi's smile was as light as a breeze: "He's right, it's just a teammate who met by chance, but knowing that Xie Sha has never given up and found me, no matter what your reason is, the moment I saw you appear, I am really happy." I'm very happy. Good-bye."

As if remembering something, he took out a toffee and a bandage with little energy left from his pocket.

With a gentle smile, he put the toffee in Xie Cha's hand, and stuck the small piece of bandage on Xie Cha's heart.

The wound there condensed into the shape of a ferocious snake.

"It hurts."

He raised his hand and gently stroked Xie Sha's hair.

The water-blue eyes are clear and shallow, as fragile and beautiful as glass: "I hope to have a chance to see you again."

Xie Sha took one last look and saw Yu Xingzhi standing in front of the altar of the mourning hall, behind him was the rain and fog in Liushu Village, and the burnt beams of the mourning hall turned into a picture scroll, and Yu Xingzhi, who was wearing a white shirt, stood there and looked at him gently, The whole person burned up.

It's like being left there forever.

……

Forget it, forget it if you die, what game to play, it's a game to play him!

When Huang Mao was driven mad by the customs clearance trap on the letter, the little paper figurine slowly walked up to him, raising its paper arms: "Papa."

Huang Mao suddenly lost his footing and fell into the coffin.

The coffin was very deep. After entering it, it was like stepping into a vain abyss swamp. Huang Mao hurriedly supported the edge of the coffin, so that he didn't fall into the trap of the whole person.

"What are you doing?" He was already blown out of anger, but the behavior of the little paper figurine completely ignited his anger.

Although he has always disliked the little paper man, unconsciously in Huang Mao's heart, he still regards the little paper man as something special, he never thought that the little paper man would attack him.

Even at this time, it is angry that its indiscriminate pranks are more than the sad shock and inconceivability of being betrayed.

The little paper figurine stood on the coffin lid that had been removed a little bit, the small figure looked at the yellow hair in the coffin, the facial features of that still ugly and somewhat scary face had begun to be obvious, at least it looked like a human being.

"Papa." The voice was still soft and waxy.

Huang Mao tried his best to support the edge of the coffin with both hands, so as not to let his whole body be trapped. He looked at the innocent and ugly face of the little paper man, wondering what it was thinking.

"Papa."

Huangmao can't go up and down, and the only teammate who can let him pass the level has been eliminated by him from the beginning. He was already depressed and became more irritable: "Stop being cute. It seems that my death is here."

Not far away, the voice of the murderous paper demon was getting closer and closer, and the whole village was dead silent, almost all life was dead.

Sooner or later that murderous paper demon will find this place and break his own neck.

Then, game over.

Thinking of this, Huang Mao couldn't help shaking all over his body.

It's not that Huang Mao has never died in the game, but he has never been so frightened by anyone. The way that murderous paper demon kills people is like destroying life on a spiritual level.

As long as he thought of the memory of when he was in contact with him, the chill and fear completely enveloped him.

Huang Mao even wanted to let go, letting the coffin swallow him. The complete darkness of the abyss was better than dying in the hands of that thing.

He was half genuinely irritable, and half self-defeating: "Okay, okay, stop shouting, hurry up, I'm going to die now, I can't help you, I don't want your help, go away quickly. Unless you wait for that murderous paper demon Come on, tell me that you are actually a gang, playing with me. Otherwise, if you don’t want to die, get out and find a place to hide. You said they are all paper people, why are you so useless? Apart from scaring me A little NPC who bullies you can't solve it. Remember next time, catch one of them and bite to death... Hurry up, didn't you hear me?"

The murderous paper demon had already appeared at the gate of the mourning hall, Huang Mao was desperate, and couldn't help but even wanted to laugh.

Anyway, he is a player, as long as he dies fast enough, what is he afraid of...

Woooooo... But he is really afraid of death. He loves to play games but he doesn't like to die in games. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't work hard to develop into a cancer player.

Huang Mao held his mouth shut, trying to die with dignity.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

The little paper figurine tilted its head, followed his example, and patted Huangmao's dejected face lightly with two paper hands: "Papa. Don't be afraid."

After doing this, the little paper man retreated to the edge of the coffin.

On a face full of ugly hair, two small eyes looked at the yellow hair, showing an equally ugly and cute smile.

Huang Mao's eyes widened, and he saw that the little paper figurine was on fire.

"Hey! Hey, hey, what are you doing? You are not a living creature, what are you offering as a sacrifice?"

The burning little paper figurine stretched out its hand pitifully, whining and whimpering, but stretched out its hand and tried to back away, towards the direction of the brazier.

It was visibly frightened, trembling as it burned, and crying pitifully as it burned.

Huang Mao's eyes widened, his mind went blank and he didn't have any thoughts. He just crazily crawled out of the coffin, stretched out his hand to it, and yelled at it fiercely to come over!

He completely forgot that the murderous paper demon was approaching them step by step.

At the last moment, the charred and motionless remains of the little paper man were finally pulled, and the two were sucked into the coffin together.

……

His real name was Lucky standing at the brazier, rubbing his paper body hard. There was no source of fire nearby. He was very afraid that Qin Yue would come back, so he didn't dare to go far, so he could only spontaneously combust in a primitive way.

Soon, there were footsteps outside again.

Lucky is almost scared to death: "Didn't you agree to give it 15 minutes? The boss is amazing, don't you need to talk about the rules?"

In his line of sight, a shaky figure came over, revealing a stiff, somewhat scary but inexplicably kind face.

The one who came in was the old lady with paper figurines who led them here before.

She still walked tremblingly, and she didn't walk faster because her body was on fire.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Lucky thought that she had been poisoned by those people, and immediately subconsciously wanted to put out the fire for her.

But the old paper man stopped him, and the old paper hand pulled Lucky out of the range of the brazier: "It doesn't matter, the paper man can't be burned to death."

Lucky asked suspiciously: "Grandma, why did you become a paper doll, didn't you just kill baby girls and make paper dolls from outside men?"

The old paper figurine said in a hoarse and stiff voice: "I had three sons and three grandsons, and in the end only the daughter who married into Willow Village took care of me. But she is not as good as me, and no one is willing to take care of her when she is old. Willow Village has I can turn people into living paper dolls, so I ask someone to make me a paper doll, and I can take care of her every day."

Lucky looked sympathetic and didn't know what to say: "Who is your daughter?"

The old paper man sighed: "It's dead."

Saying that, he pushed him towards the coffin: "Go. You are a good boy. You also have a grandma waiting for you at home. Liushu Village is not a place for good people to come. Don't come here in the future."

Lucky couldn't bear to say that the coffin can only be passed by one person, making her good intentions go to waste, and obediently entered the coffin: "Thank you, grandma."

The old paper man stood there calmly with a cane, like an old tree at the entrance of the village.The last bit of support collapsed into ashes, and the ashes flew everywhere, and wherever it landed, a sky-high fire ignited.

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