Twilight War

03

The cold steel pipe collided with the ancient sword soaked in autumn water, and the young man raised his eyes amidst the clanging sound.

"What do you want?" He leaned against the opponent's steel pipe, with a look of sarcasm between his brows and eyes, and then wiped the blade upwards and directly cut the opponent's throat.

The tip of the sword turned, and the cold ancient sword pushed away the steel pipe behind him, "Did the shark tail ask you to do this?"

He glanced back at Vichypel, only to find that Vichypel's right arm had begun to faint with a large amount of blood.

Those bone eaters also seemed to understand that compared to Huang Xuanjin, this man was better at breaking through.

The heavy steel pipe slashed at the man's right arm again. Wihipel gritted his teeth and wanted to block it, but was pulled by Huangxuan Jin's shoulders and carried behind him. The sharp ancient sword cut off the iron pipe directly.

"Brother, I'm here."

The young man said with the corner of his mouth raised.

Wihipel endured the pain and closed his eyes, his silver eyelashes trembling.

Every time, as long as he releases his soul domain, he will be suppressed by the aura in the black market Nine Streets.Those black crows shattered in countless corners of the Black Market Ninth Street, as if there were countless souls wailing here.And those painful wailings hit his soul like a tidal wave.

Void and chaotic, desolate and dead.

False masks are everywhere.

He heard the sound of metal colliding around him, and amidst the blood and death, he could only look down for the breath of the young man.

As if chasing the boy's breath, he was able to escape from those masks that were pressed down like a sky.

The huge ancient beast Utgard walking in the world, and the terrified humans groaned like offering sacrifices.

At that time, the mountain torrents roared, and everyone said that the flood was brought by Utgarde, and Utgarde was the disaster itself.

And he was dressed in white, looking up at Utgarde.

He had thought Utgarde would kill him, but no.

The huge ancient beast just lowered its head and looked at him.

Huangxuanjin held the sword in one hand, and protected Vihipel with the other. The sharp ancient sword fell down from the heavy steel pipe.

His hand slipped from the blood-stained right arm of Wisipel. Wisipel's figure was thin, and he could even feel the bones under Visipel's white robe.

For a moment he suddenly felt that Vichypel was very fragile, like the ice crystal bowl in the most luxurious window of Corinth St. Louis Street.

When he was wandering in the streets of Corinth, he had passed by that window countless times, but he had never entered that shop.Until one day, I never saw that ice crystal bowl again.

In fact, sometimes he hopes that Vichypel is a treasure with a clearly marked price on the shelf. Even if he can't own it, he can despair at a glance.

After severing the throat of the bone eater behind him, Huangxuan Jin directly pulled Little Jasmine out of the car, and then protected Little Jasmine with one hand and pulled Vehipel over the huge pothole hit by the truck with the other. into a huge warehouse.

When he jumped off the huge rubble on the roof of the car and raised his head, he froze for a moment.

Skylight fell from the damaged roof of the warehouse, and a scarlet pattern was painted in the center of the warehouse.

Like a snake, twisted and tangled.

He remembered the fire in the old aristocratic district, and everything was burning in the fire.

Rich green velvet curtains, chanters falling from the stage.

He frowned, thinking about the last puppet show and invitation letter in that illusion.

"Looks like we're on time for our appointment."

Huang Xuanjin stepped on the scarlet pattern in the middle of the warehouse, lightly twisting the red gravel.

"Now this place has become the unjust Sodom and Gomorrah. Those who call themselves gods forged the oracle and sent down flames."

The young man stood alone in the skylight pouring down from the warehouse. He tilted his head, as if he wanted to look at the sky through the roof of the warehouse.

He reads out lines from Rigoletto, like a deadpan announcer no matter how the story develops.

"Didn't they come in?" Huang Xuanjin looked outside through the collapsed wall, the truck was severely deformed, and he couldn't see what was going on outside.

"I guess they were ordered not to come in no matter what." Vehipel approached and said.

He picked up a small moonstone on the formation map.

The scarlet mark on the warm moonstone is ferocious.

He closed his palms and lowered his eyes.

Countless lights and shadows passed by, and he felt the faint soul consciousness in the moonstone.

The shaky steps, the figure in a trance, as if those soul consciousnesses are going to take him somewhere, and the crystal lights on the ceiling are mottled and chaotic.

At the end of the ballroom, the woman slowly put down the carved bone fan and raised her eyes.

The short brownish-red hair resembled Anakin's silk.

It's Lady Violet.

In fact, she is not the kind of perfect appearance, even compared to many girls in Paradise Lost, she is not beautiful enough.But the moment she proudly raised her head, you will feel that there is no one here who is more worthy of your attention than her.

The light and shadow are in a trance, and the thick baroque curtains are blown by the wind.

The woman stood up and walked towards the blurred figure with a wine glass in her hand.

In the next moment, everything disappeared, and the lights of Shengge shattered like glass.

In the dark alleys of Ninth Street, the man's chest was scratched with hideous patterns, and blood was flowing.

...the missing men.

Black crows croaked in the dead trees.

The figure of Visipel in the soul domain also turned into a crow and bird, and he was chasing the breath of those faint soul consciousness.

In the soul domains where the soul consciousness temporarily appeared, there are countless masks all over the place.

The crow flew over, and a large piece of the mask was shattered, revealing a black mist.

Vichypel lifts a mask in the corner.

"I often dream of a fire, and there are burning flames everywhere." Mrs. Violet leaned against the window in her silk pajamas.

"Is it the fire from your childhood?" asked the man on the bed.

"I don't know. I often dreamed that in that fire, the roses bloomed in the flames, and I killed a man with a knife, so all the roses withered instantly." Mrs. Violet looked at her reflection on the glass and said : "But in the fire in my childhood, I just slept in bed for the whole time, and the doctor said I was in a coma all night."

"Have you been back there since the fire?" the man asked.

Madam Violet shook her head, "I don't like ruins."

"But don't you want to find out what's going on with everything?"

The woman shook her head, she looked at the morning mist in the distance, her eyes were blurred, "There are so many people in this world who don't care about it, because there are so many people in this world who don't want to get to the bottom of it."

The most unreasonable thing in this world is drama, all misunderstandings can be solved, all conspiracies can be exposed, so everyone is happy at the end.But in this world, there are many people who don't want to get to the bottom of it.So those misunderstandings are misunderstandings after all, the conspiracy is ultimately unknown, and we all continue to live quietly.

And she was the one who didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the man, "You have eyes like a puppy."

Lady Violet looked at the man's drooping eyes.

"All the men around you have eyes like this, but none of them can stay by your side for more than three months." The man said nonchalantly.

He didn't care to pierce the woman's flirtatiousness and fickleness.

She is like a careless butterfly, flying around on those flowers of various colors, even if those flowers are all red, it can't change her fickle nature.

"It's late, do you want me to take you back?" Mrs. Violet asked.

The man shakes his head.

Black crows flew from the trees outside the window.

Vehipel knew this man, and he was found dead under a bridge not far from Lady Violet's mansion.

He once again stepped into the maze of countless masks in the soul domain.

Relying on the faint breath on the mask, he could distinguish which mask hides the story he needs.

——Would you like to go back to that ruin again?

He heard someone in the dark asking him in the old Ruen language.

He ignored the voice, but continued to search for the mask with the aura of soul consciousness.

——Or, do you dare to go back?

He lifted a mask painted with Xia Rixing with an expression on his face.

"Why can't my sister be the only one?" In the dappled attic, the boy who looked a bit childish raised his head and said to Mrs. Violet.

He also has a pair of eyes that look like a puppy, bright.

"Will you only draw one picture in your life?" Mrs. Violet turned to the boy.

"It's different," said the boy.

"For me, it's no different."

Some people paint a landscape for many years, but he will not seal his pen for it, he will still paint a sunset and distant mountains.And she liked one after another, so there was nothing wrong with it.

"Is there no one who can stay with you all the time?" the boy asked.

"I've never had a habit of nostalgia," she said. "I don't like looking back."

"What about Xia Zuo?" The boy said suddenly, "He's always by your side."

"He?" Mrs. Violet seemed in a daze for a moment, then shook her head: "I just often forget that there is such a person by my side."

A large piece of the mask was reduced to ashes, and Vehipel turned and left.

He knew the boy, who was eventually found dead in the attic he used as a studio.

All the men who appeared beside Mrs. Violet in this year will die strangely, but there is no evidence.

That woman is a careless butterfly. After she left, she only shook off the phosphorous powder all over her body, and then she couldn't find her trace.

In the empty warehouse, Huangxuan Jin gritted his teeth and hugged Vehippel who suddenly fell down while groping the stone.

"Xiao Jin, what's wrong with this big brother?" Little Jasmine asked with a confused face.

"Intermittent seizures." Huang Xuanjin gritted his teeth and said to Little Jasmine with a smile.

In the fog-filled soul realm, Vehipel's thin fingers slid across the masks.

The aura of those soul consciousnesses became weaker and weaker, and all the auras in the soul domain were mixed together.

—Have you looked back?

The ancient Ruen language is solemn and heavy.

He frowned and lifted the mask in front of him.

Heavy rain, rain everywhere.

And the key he held in his hand made his palm ache.

In the basement deep in the temple, the only thing that is dark is the light from above the steps.

He stepped down the steps and looked at the boy who looked up at him inside the iron bars.

"Come with me," he said.