Sao Ke is a spectator

Pu Wei ran several times in succession, and brought over the things that could be obtained the soonest. Granny Meng was as generous as ever, and sent a full nine altars of mourning souls. Don’t round up an integer?”

Pu Wei coughed twice, suspected of covering up his guilty conscience, I looked at him suspiciously: "Did you steal the jar?"

He bowed his head in silence, which further confirmed my guess.

Under my repeated questioning, he finally decided to recruit, and pointed to the next door: "The third prince of Xihai, Li Luo, lives there. I happened to be caught by him when I was passing by, and he insisted on letting me keep an altar."

I was a little unhappy in my heart: "You would borrow flowers to present Buddha, if he said he wanted all of them, wouldn't you be able to give them as well?"

"How can it be? There are quite a lot of things in his prison. He just wants to try something new. He has opened his mouth and has no reason not to give it away. Anyway, there are so many things that are not bad, don't you think? ?”

After he said this, I became even more confused: "A third prince of Xihai deserves such preferential treatment? Did you accept him for something?"

"It's no good to confiscate him, but since he was imprisoned in the wind prison, the Dragon King of the West Sea has been sending things to the underworld from time to time. Not only me, but even the robes on the ghost messengers are made of dragon scales from their silver dragon clan. production……"

I interrupted his words: "You guys are taking bribes, and Lord Yan doesn't care about it."

Pu Wei said nonchalantly: "The Underworld Lord knew about it a long time ago. He just couldn't bear to see the Dragon King of the West Sea running around for his son at an old age, so he turned a blind eye. Besides, the ghost messengers really need it." Those things, in the mortal world, you will encounter some difficult calendar ghosts, and with that robe, you will be less injured."

He also said: "Don't look at the lord of the underworld who is usually cold, but the ghost servants under him are so nice that there is nothing to say. The Dragon King of the West Sea also gave him one, but in the end he asked him to give it to someone. You won't be hurt that badly."

I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling unspeakably melancholy, as if I would never be at peace when I mentioned him.How can I not know what kind of person he is, he never sees himself, and thinks about others in everything.

Pu Wei babbled about a lot of things, seeing that I didn't pay much attention to it, he walked away wisely, I opened a jar of wine, and drank it from the mouth of the jar.

When I woke up drunk, I heard the sound of the prison cell being opened. The prisoners were taken out by the ghost guards one after another. Li Luo and I were escorted to the air outlet at the same time. Seeing his drunken face, there must be a whole altar of souls It's all in his belly.

It took a lot of effort to handcuff the prisoners one by one to the stakes. When it was my turn, I was the last one. When the ghost messenger left, I heard the wind gradually approaching me from far to near. At the same time, I saw the two tortured people on the left and right. There was a huge fluctuation in the eyes of the victim, and then all the victims struggled and screamed together, hundreds of shackles were frantically pulled, making messy and piercing sounds.

Looking at those ferocious and distorted faces, I can almost predict what I'm about to face.

I don't know how to describe that feeling. When the wind hits my face, I feel as if countless sharp knives have jumped into my body in an instant, and they walk through the flesh and blood with a bone-piercing chill. I almost You can hear the sound of the tip of the knife cutting through the flesh, and the sound of the sharp blade hitting the bone...

I wanted to close my eyes, but there was always something forcing me to open them. What surprised and frightened me the most was not the indescribable pain. I clearly felt that I had been hacked into pieces, but the clothes on my body The robe was still intact and fluttered with the wind, and there was not even a single wound on his body.

At this moment, like everyone else, I was so tormented by the pain that I couldn't help but let out a shrill and dying scream, and I couldn't even say the phrase "I regret it" clearly, even though the four words had been spinning wildly in my mind Thousands of times.

The three hours were particularly long, the moment when the sound of the wind seemed to never stop, even though he was exhausted and his throat could no longer make a sound, the cold wind with countless blades was always rushing towards his face without stopping, layer upon layer of pain , even numbness is a luxury.

The so-called capital punishment is almost like this.

The air outlet was finally closed, and the moment the shackles were removed, I felt like a patient who had been ridden by a serious illness for many years and finally got rid of it. The pain in my body gradually subsided, but it was followed by bursts of chills.When the frozen bones gradually unfolded, I involuntarily hugged my body tightly.

The me at this moment is no different from the ones I saw when I first entered the Wind Prison.

After returning to the cell, the chill and pain in the body gradually calmed down, but what was branded in the memory was hidden in a loop, with constant intervals.I can't help but think that Yang Zhuo also felt the same pain as me, the difference is that his 100 days have passed, but my [-] years have just begun.

Pu Wei looked at me worriedly: "Are you okay?"

I smiled miserably and looked at him with a desolate face, but I didn't know what to say.

I couldn’t tell the difference between day and night in the prison, or that there was no day in the underworld, and I didn’t know how long it had passed. I didn’t know that another twenty hours had passed until I heard the sound of the cell being opened again.

Before the outlet was opened again, I asked myself countless times, if I could go back to the past, would I still do the same thing, should I not pierce those unsolved mysteries, and just walk on with a heart of joy and comfort.

Going to the end just like that, being countless different people in countless reincarnations, or talking about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, or talking about firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea...

Although the punishment is the same, the pain I feel is different every time, so that I have to scream to my death every time, I have to tear my throat, and I have to use all my strength to pull the shackles until they hit sparks.

It seems to be the fourth time, maybe only the third time, when the figure surrounded by the fire of the underworld appeared in front of me, the pain that was enough to tear me apart was isolated.He turned his back to the wind and met my eyes, his face so expressionless that he didn't seem to feel any pain.

I saw myself in his eyes, so embarrassed that I couldn't get any more, I didn't want him to see me now, so I tried my best to look relaxed, but it was futile to try several times.

He is the one who hates me, and he is also the one who is blocking the wind for me at this moment. The contradictory behavior is puzzling.I want to get a little understanding from his eyes, but the colors in his eyes are also complicated, which makes it difficult for me to read.

My ears were filled with the futile struggle and shouts of the tortured, obliterating the words I tried my best to say, and I shook my head, as if to me or to the ghost messenger who was about to come forward to pull him.

He didn't answer me until the air vent was closed.

He followed me into the cell, and the underworld fire under his feet added some light to the small space. I wanted to ask him why, why did he want to be tortured for me, or... why did he appear at this time.

Their gazes overlapped, each of them remained silent, as if they were fighting a silent war, and whoever spoke first would lose.

In the end, I was defeated: "What are you doing here?"

Without answering, he walked up to me and said in an orderly tone that could not be resisted: "Take off your clothes."

Undoubtedly, this was a shocking sentence from the ground. I froze in place, looked at him incredulously, and took a few steps back.

I maximized the distance between him and me, and then said without confidence: "This is a prison cell."

He was not in a hurry to step forward, but just repeated what he said just now: "Take off your clothes."

"Why do you let me take it off and I have to take it off?"

"Are you going to take it off or not?"

I gritted my teeth, stared at him and said, "No—take off."

Perhaps seeing my resolute attitude, he planned to do it himself, and walked in front of me in three steps and two steps, his eyes were still calm, but I retreated to the point where I could no longer retreat, so naturally there was nowhere to hide, and my back pressed against the wall. his caged bird.

Without any warning, he started to tear my clothes, and his hands were extremely rough. I had no ability to resist in front of him, and my clothes were already ripped apart in two or three blows. This bastard is too deceitful, and I want to be as good as you want in everything. Is it as strong as you? Stop it for me, and I will yell if you don't stop."

With a sound of 'tearing', the clothes were split into two. At the moment when the skin and the air came into close contact, I shivered from the cold.

It may be because I feel that no matter how hard I struggle, it will be of no avail, so I just keep doing one thing; it may also be that anger drowns out the remaining rationality, making me even crazier than him; Driven by the senses; in short, the situation turned into me and him tearing each other up, in a state of madness no less than that day in front of the altar.

I bit his Adam's apple, and the hand that was holding his clothes gradually loosened, and then I climbed up to his neck, and pressed their bodies tightly together. His clothes didn't move at all.

The desire in my body is like dry wood suddenly lit, drowning my rationality in an instant, but when the fire was at its peak, he pushed me away violently, his cold eyes reminding me of the moment It's all me being self-indulgent.

His eyes stayed on the birthmark on my left chest, which was left by Mu Yang himself. After 500 years, it was still stained with blood. At this moment, it bloomed and stopped with my violent chest ups and downs, like injection Into the general life.

I smiled sadly, and poked my chest once and for all: "Why, did you think of Mu Yang? Do you want to kill me when you see it?"

He raised his right hand, already looking ready to go.

I looked at him viciously: "Come on, dig it out and throw it to the dogs, kill me, come on..."

But just when I was ready to endure the pain of cutting out my heart, a golden light flashed from his raised right hand, which made me unable to open my eyes.

It is a golden robe.

From the initial shock to the involuntary, and then from the involuntary to the frustration of being rejected, the last is the daze at this moment.I watched blankly as he shook off the robe, watched him put it on for me in silence, and then gently brushed away the obstructing hair for me, and rubbed my callused hands against my neck inadvertently, as if The appeasement after the strong wind crossed the border easily repelled the waves.

I asked him, "What is this?"

The tense atmosphere was gone, and the air was filled with strange tenderness. With his head down, he fastened my waist meticulously, and his movements were so gentle that I couldn't help but feel that the rude and rude person before was not him.

He finished everything on his own, without saying a word during the whole process, and then turned around and left.

He paused for a moment after pushing open the cell door, and said without turning his head, "In two days... I will come to see you again."