Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

After Changle Liu Zhong bid farewell, Suqiu also turned around and left, transferring Liu Qian and Yu Ying to a villager to lead the way.

The village is located at the foot of the mountain.Different from the ordinary stilted buildings with one end suspended, the fashionable ones in this village are "cuojikou", that is, the style with both ends suspended in the air.

Entering the village is a stone road, with kites in the shape of bees hanging on both sides, and painted with oil paint on a black background.Hanging on both sides of the road, it is like a guard of honor lined up to welcome.

"This is the zither for blessings. This stretch is ready, just wait for the leading zither to arrive." said the old man who led the way.

Yu Ying touched the painted kite curiously.

The skin of the kite looks a little thick, it doesn't feel like cloth, but has a rough cowhide feel to it, and when you get close, there is a burnt smell.

She asked curiously: "Brother, what are you kites made of? It feels strange to the touch."

The old man who led the way stopped, still holding the copper pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled rich blue-gray smoke.After the thick smoke cleared, a strange light shone in the old man's eyes.

He forced a smile: "This is the peeled off skin."

Really flayed hide.

Yu Ying immediately withdrew her hand from the black kite, her face was not very good-looking.

"Before peeling, we tied it up and let it dry for a while. If there was no sun, we would blow it in the wind. After the skin dries a bit, we drilled a hole through the forehead."

The old man stroked Yu Ying's forehead with a cigarette pot.

"Just here, pour the boiling oil in, the hot oil will drop the dry skin, and it will be separated from the meat in one go. This way the peeled off will be complete and not easy to break."

This metaphor made her feel uncomfortable all over, as if her forehead was really pulled up and a hole was drilled.She regretted asking this question a little.

"Here, look, the two girls over there are skinning."

At the end of the road, two young girls were sitting under a tree, with a heavily tied black goat between them.The face of the goat is painted with fat and powder, and there is a huge red flower on its head.

The sheepskin is a little wrinkled, and looks like it has lived for hundreds of years, shriveled and old.

The little girl on the left was swift. She struck, and the tip of the scimitar pierced the goat's forehead, opening a small hole.

She picks at the opening with the point of her knife.Another quickly dipped a spoonful of boiling oil into it.

Some loose and shriveled skins quickly fell off the sheep, looking like old, crumpled black curtains hanging down from a distance.

The boiling oil was crackling and frying under the skin, and it was as lively as firecrackers on New Year's Eve.A burnt smell came, which made Yu Ying cover her nose.

Taking advantage of this gap, one person pressed the head, and the other turned the scimitar, and the sheep's head was untied smoothly.

When the sound of frying oil gradually subsided, the little girl slashed the point of the knife along the back of the sheep, peeling off the whole piece of sheepskin like taking off a piece of clothing.

That's not all, she pointed the tip of the knife at the seam of the spine, and skillfully picked out a few bones.Another little girl took the spine and began grinding it on a whetstone.

"This is making a bone whistle." The old man knocked on a kite at hand, and a xun-like thing was placed at the kite's throat: "Peel the skin to make a kite, and remove the bones to make a whistle."

The little girl with the knife started to cramp.

Seeing this scene made Yu Ying a little disgusted, she didn't want to watch it any more, and urged: "Brother, let's go, don't watch it."

The old man nodded in agreement, and led the two of them into the depths of the village.

It gets dark early in winter, the village has not yet turned on the lights, and the bamboo planted behind the stilted building looks like a black shadow with teeth and claws when the night wind blows.

The stone road came to a fork, and looking from left to right, it looked like two identical stilted buildings, both with two floors and cornices.The one-story building on the left was built tightly, with only a palm-sized gap left. The lights were not turned on, and the draft made a whining noise.

"Help...help." A faint female voice came from the stilted building on the left.

The other building on stilts was surprisingly quiet.

The old man leading the way stopped.

"There is no one in these two buildings, you can choose by yourself." He knocked on his cigarette bag, took a deep breath, and waited for the two to make a choice.

Yu Ying pretended not to hear the call for help, and didn't even hesitate for a second, pointing directly to the building on the right: "That's it."

"Are you sure?" the old man asked.

"Hey, I've chosen."

The old man took a step back and let the two people pass: "There are rice, vegetables and hot water inside. Have a good meal and then go on the road."

Yu Ying was very uncomfortable hearing the word "on the road".She lives here, and she can't be picky about anything, so she endured it and walked around this strange old man.

After walking a few steps, she turned around and asked, "Then, what about the two young people who came with us and went back to get things? Do they know we're here?"

The old man gave her a strange smile: "The Lord's mother went to invite her."

"You mean Suqiu?"

The people they met in the afternoon, except for Suqiu, who was the two little girls who butchered pigs, Suqiu looked more like the mistress.

The old man laughed dryly: "I said earlier, there is no such thing as Suqiu here."

Again.

The old man was acting weird, and his words didn't match his words, so Yu Ying was too lazy to argue with him, and just said: "They will come later, and I will trouble my brother to bring them here."

The old man didn't make a sound, just stood and smoked.Yu Ying frowned in disgust, and dragged Liu to the Diaojiaolou.

The first floor was an empty pigsty, and they went directly to the second floor.

The second floor was not big, and there was a huge red flower hanging on the main entrance, which reminded Yu Ying of the one on the head of the black goat.

She pulled down the red flower with some disgust, and pushed open the wooden door.

In the main room, the white paper figurines stood all over the room, looking at Yu Ying in unison.

In the middle of the room, there is the skinning tool I saw just now.

After the first snowfall, a melodious and clear whistle sounded.

The giant peak-shaped kite came out of the forest and went straight into the night sky.

The kite at the beginning has a strange skin color and is painted with colorful oil paintings.The upper part of the huge kite is equipped with a white kite whistle, which is shaped like a hollowed-out spine.

The sharp whistle sound is the prelude to the kite delivery. As the whistle sounded through the snowy forest, rows of kites like bee-colored bees quickly flew up in the forest.

The human skin zither flew higher and higher, and the moonlight was whitewashed with a layer of desolation. Seen from a distance, the patterns on the zither did not look like bee oil paintings, but looked like Yu Ying's face.

A few sharp whistles pierced the still air in the stone room.I don't know if it's because of the distance or the depth of the ground, but the sound seems to be there.

Wu Shuyang was not disturbed by the noise.He quickly pinched Jian Mingshu's wrist and checked his pulse again.

The pulse was indeed gone, and even the fingertips began to feel cold and gray.

He glanced at his watch.

Time is ticking.

For Wu Shuyang, the state of "alive" was a long time ago memory.He couldn't remember how long it would take for his soul to leave his body after death.1 minute?Or 4 minutes?

The cuffs on Jian Mingshu's side were still neatly folded, revealing a small section of white arm.There were traces of black clouds curling up a few centimeters below the wrist, slightly protruding the head.

This imprint.There is also a magic pen.And the blood he kept collecting.

——Who is Jian Mingshu?

Wu Shuyang seemed to be groping for an answer that didn't exist in the long night.

The candle flame on the stone wall became smaller and smaller, until it weakened to the size of a mung bean.The light in the room became dim.

As if urging him, the candles were extinguished one by one.

The last candle goes out.Darkness engulfed the entire room in an instant.

There is no longer a glimmer of light in the stone chamber, and even if he is close at hand, he cannot see the outline of the other party clearly.

After a distance, he felt a little body temperature.The body temperature of fresh and living people.

Relying on the location in his memory, Wu Shuyang leaned towards Jian Mingshu.The faint scent of tea mixed with the smell of cornflowers makes people inexplicably reminiscent of the epiphyllum blooming alone in the dark night.

He reached out and touched his smooth and warm cheek.This was a temperature he hadn't touched for a long time.

Wu Shuyang avoided too much contact, and only used one knuckle to gently lift Jian Mingshu's chin.He stared at the direction that should have been Jian Mingshu's face, as if he could see him clearly in the indissoluble darkness.

The identity of this person is still just a shadow in his mind, but he has been pursuing this shadow for too long, and he will never let go of the slightest possibility.

The stone room was dark and quiet.Wu Shuyang's voice was low and clear.

"Don't sleep."

He kissed the corner of Jian Mingshu's lips with extreme restraint, and gave him a ray of soul energy, like a breeze blowing, or like a dragonfly on water.

The stopwatch clicked, and the last step of the circle was completed.

Wu Shuyang has always been the one who abides by the rules.

Although Wu Shuyang has mastered the six arts of rites, music, archery, and counting, what fascinates him the most is counting.

Whether it is all kinds of arithmetic, easy counting, surplus and deficiency techniques, the later Tianyuan technique, quaternion, or the recently developed differentiation, integration, topology, statistics... Any number technique, under the mysterious changes, has laws to follow. [1]

It can even be said that numbers are the embodiment of rules and laws.

Like his life full of restraint, order and deliberation.

Every step in his life is like a well-planned ladder to the sky.Until the age of 26, a sudden change happened.

The sound of silk and bamboo that night disturbed his heartstrings, and when the cups were mingling, he came from the door alone and broke into this banquet that he was not welcome at all.

"I want you all to be buried with me."

He stood alone in the hall, and all the guests in the hall thought it was some kind of joke and burst out laughing.

"General Zijue, what kind of drama are you singing alone?"

Until the flash of the sword, the Mu Crow was startled and scattered, bloody and confused.Sticky blood splashed all over Lanting, and Zhideng was knocked to the ground by this absurdity.

——"You—you're crazy! You—you're not Zijue?"

Zhang Yongqing fell to the ground on his back, trembling all over, looking at Wu Zijue's red as agate eyes.

These eyes were different from what he remembered, and this bloodthirsty demon was also different from the restrained and polite Wu Zijue he remembered.

After the bloodbath, it was like a big dream, only feeling sad.

So what if he was buried with him, he would never get back to his Qingyang.

Wu Shuyang sat peacefully in the darkness, the whole stone room seemed to be overturned by the sinking ink, dark and quiet.

The air in the stone room was still thin, although Wu Shuyang couldn't feel the difference.There was still no movement from Jian Mingshu's side, he didn't intend to wait any longer, he raised his hand to wrap his black cloak around him, and calmly helped him up.

Jian Mingshu looked slender and tall, with long legs and long hands, but he was not as heavy as he had imagined.

In the darkness, Wu Shuyang walked along the wall, door by door, until he touched the one pointed by Jian Mingshu before he died.

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the heavy stone door.

Behind the door is a black wasteland.

Pieces of "people" with bloody limbs and twisted limbs, their faces seemed to have been torn off indiscriminately, and tendons hung messily on their faces, they turned their heads neatly and looked over.

The crowded blood corpses quickly surrounded Wu Shuyang like a bloody tide.

He took his time and pulled down the black cloak, covering Jian Mingshu carefully, not a single hair was exposed.

After losing Jian Qingyang, he had nothing to lose, and he was no longer afraid of anything.

When he profiled his face to cover Jian Mingshu, blood corpses rushed in, drowning the two of them in an instant.