Daming's Bizarre Story: Painted Skin

The tree forks pierced out of the soil like barbs, and the human heads among the hanging treetops swayed from side to side like seeds.

Since Zhaoran crawled out of the coffin, he has experienced the unlit alley of corpses, the ghostly dream of separation of souls, the demonized Li Mo, and the Dangyu Lake full of cannibalistic ghosts, but he still has never thought about it. One day he will come across a tree full of human heads.

He thought his teeth would stop chattering after he met Li Mo and saw the Yin Pomfret that was full of the lake.

Jiuru was jumping between the sharp tree thorns with Zhaoran on his back, he seemed to be far away from where he was, but when Zhaoran turned his head, the big tree was still close at hand, and the thorns kept hitting them. One after another, they broke through the ground.

Sharp tree thorns continued to protrude from their feet, almost passing by their skin all of a sudden, and Zhao Ran could even feel the howling wind when the thorns burst out of the ground, as if he was running very fast. Quick, but not long after, those sharp branches still surpassed them, and the dense dead branches surrounded them like a fence.

Jiu Ru finally put it down clearly and said, "Run first!"

But Zhaoran felt inexplicably parting from life and death, he shook his head desperately: "I won't go, Jiuru, let's go together if we want to go!"

No, that's not the case, they will definitely have a turning point!

Because 20 years later, Jiu Ru is still a disciple of Buddha on the National Teacher Pagoda.

Jiuru's clothes were torn, his hair was a little messy, and the ground was still shaking because of the branches sticking out of the ground, but he seemed to stay where he was, shaking him anxiously: "Jiuru, Jiuru, let's go!"

Under the setting sun, the withered branches were dyed a hint of rose red.

"This way!" a rope fell from the sky, followed by someone shouting.

Hearing the voice, he was overjoyed: "It's Meng Chengtian!"

But Jiu Ru was still looking at the corner of the sky dyed red by the setting sun, clearly holding the rope and urgently said: "Sir, let's go out!"

Jiuru looked down at Zhaoran, and finally took the rope in his hand, and as soon as the people over there exerted force, they flew out along the dense thorns, on the bleak red mound, There are spiky thorns all over the branch, only avoiding a round piece of black soil, which looks like a collapsed horn from a distance.

Meng Chengtian stood on the dirt with his hands behind his back. He looked a little haggard, but he still had the air of a noble son.

"Sir, come here all right!" Meng Chengtian waited for them to land, and still saluted them politely, but in Zhao Ran's view, this salute was more teasing than respectful.

Jiuru said indifferently: "Thank you for the rescue."

Zhao Ran asked, "Where is this?"

Meng Chengtian lowered his head, grabbed a handful of dirt and said with a smile: "This is called the land of the afterlife. I discovered it. At first I just thought it looked like the soil was a little different, and I thought there were some new mines hidden in it. Later, I found that no matter under it What to bury, it will disappear without a trace in the next moment, as if transferred to another place, so I call it the place after death. This place is expanding every year. When I found it, there were only three people here. The length and breadth of a foot, but now there is a distance of hundreds of feet."

"Because the bottom of it is like a loophole, the big tree in the book city can't take root here." Zhao Ran said.

Meng Chengtian threw away the dirt in his hands and smiled, "Exactly."

Zhaoran felt that his smile had something to do with it, and he probably didn't mean what he said, but now that they were under the roof, even Zhaoran couldn't bear it.

"We have built a stronghold here. If you don't mind, sir, you can go inside to change your clothes and have a rest." Meng Chengtian said.

Jiu Ru, who had been looking at the spike forest outside the soil, nodded and said, "That's fine."

When Jiuru entered the cave, the corners of Meng Chengtian's mouth slightly curved: "I thought you had some kind of support for not cooperating with others, but you ended up in such a mess. Do I think I think highly of you?"

Zhao Ran tilted his head: "You discovered something wrong with the bookstore many years ago, right?"

Meng Chengtian looked at the branches that were still growing outside and said: "It's just a feeling. When you feel that you are out of tune with this world, one of them is wrong, you are wrong, or the world is wrong. I choose to believe in the future." By."

This man is really crazy.

"Enjoy everything here, you may not believe it, I have everything here." Meng Chengtian laughed and turned around and entered the cave.

Zhao Ran followed behind him: "Then what do you think is the problem in Book City?"

Meng Chengtian didn't hide it: "You still remember that I told you that General Taiyin's ability is time, right?"

"of course I remember."

"General Taiyin wants to be resurrected, he will definitely leave a time gate for himself from the past to the present."

As they were talking, Zhao Ran suddenly felt his eyes light up, as if the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, and the light in the cave was bright... He raised his head, only to see the walls surrounded by mountains, and only a corner of the sky was exposed, like a deep well, but in this deep well Inside, there are pavilions, towers, pavilions, squaw songs and Yanyu, just like what Meng Chengtian said.

What made Zhaoran speechless was that Meng Chengtian carved a stone statue for himself with great interest, standing at the mouth of the stone wall, overlooking all the people who came in.

Zhao Ran said, "You think that the gate of time is in the Book City."

A barefoot beautiful maid came over with a plate of wine. Meng Chengtian took a glass of wine from her plate, touched her soft hand, and then replied Zhao Ran: "I think the book city is an entrance." Zhao Ran's heart beat a few times. Next, Meng Chengcai continued, "So the Academy represents the past. General Taiyin can return to this entrance through the Rugao Order, and then lead to the time he wants."

"Where do you get these news from?"

Meng Chengtian took a sip of his wine: "There are two places with the most information in this world, one is at the entrance and the other is at the exit. Even though the book city is the entrance, it's just that the information used to be like fragments. I also passed a long Time slowly pieced it together."

"Then you must not have missed Shen Fangji."

Meng Chengtian smiled slightly: "Of course, the information he provided on the living is very interesting."

"What do you think of the living?"

Meng Chengtian turned his head and took a look at Zhaoran, and leisurely tasted the wine in his hand: "I think you should already have the answer in your heart, since the past and present were left by General Taiyin, then the living must also be caused by Taiyin." Born a general."

The door behind him squeaked, and Jiu Ru changed into clean clothes and came out. Meng Chengtian looked at Jiu Ru and said, "Every time you see Mr., you will suddenly wonder why other people's time is passing, and only He alone can't!" He took a sip of his wine while speaking.

Zhao Ran frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Meng Chengtian looked at Jiuru and said, "Have you ever thought that he is the biggest flaw in this world?"

"He is one of the supporters of this academy, but he doesn't know where he came from. He doesn't seem to belong to this world. He comes here just to wait for someone, and sometimes his existence is just to remind others that there is something wrong with this world. Yes." Meng Chengtian sneered, "It's just like me. When my family undergoes great changes, my father dies and my mother dies, but I don't feel sad at all, as if I know this is just a play on a certain stage. What I want to know more is What is the truth behind this stage?"

Meng Chengtian held the wine glass in his hand: "This truth is just like what Shen Fangji said, maybe it is hidden behind the little sage of the academy."

Zhao Ran turned his eyes: "Even if this world will collapse, I will never allow you to hurt him!"

Jiuru walked over, he seemed to be clean again after changing his clothes: "What are you talking about?"

"We are talking about how we should deal with that demon tree next." Zhao Ran said.

Meng Chengtian lost interest, swirled the wine in his glass and said, "I want to deal with you, I just want to be drunk today while I have wine."

As he said that, he left, and when he left, he seemed to smile meaningfully at Zhao Ran.

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Zhaoran and Jiuru went out of the cave again, looking at the spiky forest outside, they said clearly: "Sir, I don't think this place after death is as simple as Meng Chengtian said."

Jiuru nodded: "Chengtian's personality is extremely conceited, he is definitely not a decadent, self-pitying person."

While they were talking, they suddenly saw two people walking from the thorny forest opposite, one was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a pair of horned beards, and the other was a young man in white clothes who was actually Shen Fangji.

"Daoist Yang Wan." Jiu Ru was also a little surprised.

Shen Fangji bowed his lower body slightly: "Sir."

Zhaoran quickly glanced at Jiuru's expression, and saw that he didn't show any obvious concern, so he felt relieved.

"Ah Xian." Jiu Ru returned a salute.

Shen Fangji said: "Master Yang Wan accepted the student as a disciple, and named him Fang Ji. From today on, the disciple will not be called A Xian."

"Water to the center of the moon to be silent. It's very suitable for you." Jiu Ru said.

"Thank you sir." Shen Fangji turned around and said to Zhaoran, "Junior Brother Zhaoxian is okay."

"Of course I'm fine..." Zhaoran thought for a while and then added maliciously: "However, it's a little surprising that the two of you can come here. Are you familiar with the human head tree outside?"

When he said this, he remembered Lu Tian who was still in the book city, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Yang Wan didn't blame Zhao Ran, but pinched his beard and said, "We were also surprised by this. Now that we think about it, it's probably because there is a loophole here, which prevents the Academy from recovering as usual."

"Calm down?" Zhao Ran couldn't help asking.

"According to the news from Zhuzi Town, every time the human head tree appears in the book city, it will eliminate the karma of all the people in the book city, clean up the memory of these people, and finally return the book city to its original appearance."

Zhao Ran only felt a trace of cold sweat break out on his back: "You said that even those who died will continue to live in the Book City."

Those people, the frivolous Yinniang, the vain Nanny Song, the cruel and helpless Mrs. Meng, the extremely selfish Meng Qingwan, the wretched Chief Fan She, the vengeful bookstore shopkeeper, those who died tragically, and then... Will come back to life, and continue to live in the book city as if nothing had happened, like a living puppet.