You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

"Where will Feng Zixuan go?"

I searched around the villa area around the golf course on Saturday, but I didn't see Feng Zixuan.

The entrance to Yan Xueyue's Hall of Hades is just below the golf course.

The cut-off time for the anti-theft badge was 23:59. At that time, Feng Zixuan had just come out of the Hades Palace, and he was depressed and walked into the night——

In the anti-theft chapter, it's over with "Into the Night", but on Saturday, he really wanted to find Feng Zixuan from "The Night", and he felt a little overwhelmed.

On Saturday, he opened the bracelet and sent a message to Feng Zixuan.

Saturday: Where are you?

Saturday: I have something very important to tell you.

Feng Zixuan naturally did not reply.

Standing on the same spot on Saturday, he thought about it. Now that the paper puppet is dead, Feng Zixuan must be in a bad mood. With his habits, where will he go?

On Saturday, I listed a few possible places in my mind, and the most likely one was the Cultivation Academy.

A rare big moon appeared in the sky of city b, and the bright silver basin illuminated the surrounding night sky sparklingly.

Moonlight fell from the windows at the top of the library building and shone obliquely on the ground.

Someone was crouching in a dark corner, blending into the shadows behind the bookshelf.

When I arrived on Saturday, I didn't see Feng Zixuan at a glance, and thought I had found the wrong place.

He turned around and was about to run to the next location, but he heard a slight noise, and then a hoarse voice called him: "Ah Liu."

Okay.

On Saturday, he walked quickly to Feng Zixuan and looked down at him. Feng Zixuan seemed to be a few years older all of a sudden. He looked exhausted and stared at the floor blankly.

Sitting down next to Feng Zixuan on Saturday, he had mixed feelings in his heart. He was touched, distressed, and guilty of hurting Feng Zixuan.

The situation can no longer get worse, thinking on Saturday, Feng Zixuan will be able to become a god after a sudden download, and they will each go where they should go.

Don't get tangled up.

"You said... what is important?" Feng Zixuan asked in a low voice.

"It wasn't Zhuo Liu who died, it was a paper puppet made by Yan Xueyue, something like a puppet." Said firmly on Saturday.

"What?" Feng Zixuan frowned, "Ah Liu, why can't I understand what you are talking about?"

"Didn't you find out that Zhuo Liu's character has been wrong since a long time ago." Looking at Feng Zixuan on Saturday, he saw Feng Zixuan's stunned eyes. After hearing what he said, Feng Zixuan fell into deep thought, and the more he Thinking about it, the more you frown.

"I don't know why, but he is indeed different from before... But how do you know that he is not the real person? Where did you know? Who told you?" Feng Zixuan couldn't believe it.

On Saturday, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and he felt his body trembling under the palm, as if he was desperately restraining himself, don't believe in this possibility, once you believe in it, there will be hope again, how terrifying it is to have hope It's better to be desperate from the beginning, so that you won't be disappointed.

"I can prove it." Saturday said, "Let's go to Hades Palace again."

Feng Zixuan looked at Saturday again in amazement: "You know the Temple of Hades? Wait, you know where I went tonight, and you also know——I saw——"

Feng Zixuan didn't want to say that name, he felt uncomfortable when he said it.

"I also have my own way, please believe me once." Said on Saturday, he stood up on one knee, higher than Feng Zixuan who was curled up. In this way, it became Saturday looking down on Feng Zixuan , thus adding a bit of protection.

Feng Zixuan was unwilling to enter the Hades Palace for any unfounded hope.

Except...to prove that Zhuo Liu is not dead.

At 01:30 in the morning, Feng Zixuan summoned a water spell and washed his face with cold water to keep himself awake.

"To go to Hades Palace, you need to wear platinum armor," Feng Zixuan thought, "but there is only one pair of platinum armor...you may not be able to go."

"It's ok, the two of us can wear a pair of platinum armor." Saturday was already prepared.

"...You better not go." Feng Zixuan actually wanted to say this.

"If I don't go, how can I prove to you that Zhuo Liu is a paper puppet?" Saturday laughed.

According to the introduction in the text, Feng Zixuan also realized that something was wrong with Zhuo Liu's body, and then realized that Yan Xueyue was lying to him with a substitute.

However, this is more than a month later.

Bring this up now Sat.

The inner hall of Hades Hall exudes a faint gleam, and the ancient copper pillars are carved with patterns of various evil spirits, and it is difficult to distinguish them further away.Wearing platinum armor, Feng Zixuan and Saturday followed the previous path to the coral bed inside.

It is very cloudy here, especially in the middle of the night. There was a cold war on Saturday, but fortunately there was a big hot stove next to him, but when he thought about going to see the dead body, he became a little nervous.

As a former atheist and staunch materialist, after experiencing the setting of the cultivation world on Saturday, I know that anything is possible in this ghost place, especially, the Temple of Hades is said to be connected to the ghost world.

He looked up the steps very cautiously, only to see a familiar face lit up in the dim light of the coral bed.

Immediately look away on Saturday, heart pounding, what could be scarier than seeing your own dead body in the middle of the night? ?

Feng Zixuan sensed Saturday's fear, he instinctively hugged Saturday tightly, but stared straight at the person on the coral bed.

The two approached the coral bed, Feng Zixuan lowered his eyes, his fingers were trembling, he slowly supported the edge of the bed, as if he had spent a lot of effort, he stared at the person on the bed, it was Zhuo Liu, with such eyebrows, He was familiar with the corners of his mouth like that. He used to have a cute smile on his face. Every time he saw it, he felt his heart break.

On Saturday, he said Zhong Kui’s blessing—although he didn’t know if there was Zhong Kui in this world—he pushed Feng Zixuan, and said in a low voice: “Take off the clothes on his chest, and you will know.”

Feng Zixuan was silent for a long time, and said: "...I can't do it."

Saturday lightly patted his arm, expressing that he understands this feeling. Only those who have experienced the pain of seeing their loved ones die with their own eyes can understand.

Since Feng Zixuan couldn't do it, he had to do it.

Turning her head on Saturday, she said to Feng Zixuan, "I did it?"

Feng Zixuan still looked straight at the person on the bed, and gave a low "hmm".

He felt that he was about to be smashed into pieces by hope and despair. He restrained himself not to believe Saturday's words, but he couldn't help fantasizing in his heart, if Zhuo Liu hadn't died, if he suddenly appeared in front of him again... This fantasy is so beautiful , like a scimitar that crushes the bone, gouging out the flesh and blood inch by inch.

"laugh"--

The clothes on Zhuo Liu's chest were torn open, revealing a chest exuding black air. The wound pierced by Yan Xueyue on the chest still had dried black blood on the outside, which looked very hideous and terrifying.

On Saturday, Feng Zixuan was heard whimpering.

The more time was lost, the worse the situation was for them.

On Saturday, he gritted his teeth, showed the courage of a materialist, and reached into the wound on Zhuo Liu's chest.

Feng Zixuan suddenly pinched his shoulder, as if to crush his shoulder and collarbone together.

"what are you doing??"

Half of his body froze due to the pain on Saturday, and he yelled in a low voice: "Feng Zixuan, take your claws away!"

For some reason, Feng Zixuan listened to his words and let go of his hand. Feng Zixuan himself didn't know why, but at that moment, Saturday was particularly fierce, making people instinctively obedient.

Touching the paper-like thing on Saturday, I took a deep breath and pulled it out hard.

"Wow"——

The person on the bed suddenly turned into a phantom, what body, what wound, all turned into a little bit of light, because Saturday took away the core that condensed them together, and gradually dispersed.

"This is—" Feng Zixuan stared at the bed in astonishment, many white lights scattered like fireflies, and spots of light flowed across the retina, illuminating Feng Zixuan's shocked face.

Saturday held up his right hand, holding a piece of paper figurine between his fingers, with a strand of hair running through the middle of the paper figurine.

"It's a charm," Saturday explained, "that restores the image of a dead man by using his hair."

"Dead...?"

Saturday couldn't bear to look at Feng Zixuan's expression, he took Feng Zixuan's hand, imitated Chen Ke's movements, and rubbed the back of his hand, which made people feel better, and said on Saturday: "Yes, Zhuo Liu is long gone, Do you still remember the day you brought him to beg Yan Xueyue? Since then, Zhuo Liu is not the Zhuo Liu you know."

"Zhuo Liu...a long time ago..." Feng Zixuan's ears were buzzing, he could no longer see the world in front of him clearly, as if some inherent belief had collapsed, turning into a bright red mist of blood, spraying on the dark world s surface.

"Feng Zixuan!" Seeing Feng Zixuan vomited a lot of blood on Saturday, his face was as pale as if he was about to die, the pain in his heart was filled with pain, but he couldn't say the phrase "I am Zhuo Liu" .

"Ah Liu, tell me the truth," Feng Zixuan asked, "How do you know so much?"

Feng Zixuan's eyeballs were trembling with excitement, and he found that he couldn't see the person he should be familiar with in front of him clearly. When he was watching him on Saturday, why did he think of the night in the martial arts field, when he was drunk, Zhuo Liu helplessly Looking at him, those eyes, that kind of look, Zhuo Liu who is always tolerant, but extremely heartless when he pulls away, Zhuo Liu who he has never seen clearly——

Feng Zixuan didn't dare to give himself hope anymore, as long as a pinprick of hope falls, he can be crushed to the ground.

"Hehe, I also want to know, who are you on Saturday?"

Yan Xueyue's sullen voice came, and at the end, with a strange smile, she raised a sharp and short ending.