Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"Mother-child love is like a grave." Jiang Chen said, "When a woman eats her own child, she will eventually use her belly as a furnace to pay off her sins."

Peng Peng was so numb that he couldn't speak, and he murmured after a long time: "So we want to kill her, but also cut open her stomach and stuff scones into it, what do you mean?"

Zhong Liye pressed on his head.

"If children feel scared, you can hide in the room and cover your ears when adults are doing big things."

"Hey!" Peng Peng said with a black face: "You are four, five or six years older than me!"

"It's six years old, not four, five or six years old." Zhong Liye smiled, "Six years old is not a decimal number."

Hearing this, Qianwu glanced at him.

Judging by Peng Peng's appearance, he must be 20 years old.After such a calculation, Zhong Liye turned out to be the biggest of the group.

"But I'm a little hesitant." Zhong Liye said suddenly, "What if foreigners and demons are together?"

"No, this foreigner can only be regarded as a clue NPC in the dungeon." Qianwu calmly shook his head, "People in the cemetery also said that Beelzebub ate countless people when he first came back, and later the name was changed by the foreigner. Suppressed. The woman did not lie about this matter. What's more, the copy's name is Zhiqian Sikang."

"Leave the murder to me, that's just an ordinary woman." Jiang Chen threw the saber, paused again, and said to Zhong Liye: "But the subsequent caesarean section will be left to you."

Zhong Liye smiled, "No problem. By the way, Peng Peng, take out that ball too."

While rubbing his arms frantically, Peng Peng walked to the bed, pulled out the dark cabinet under the bed, and then froze.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Liye's expression froze, "Something went wrong?"

"No..." Peng Peng swallowed and said, "This thing seems to have really become the raw material of normal scones."

Inside the cabinet was a piece of scone cake wrapped in ordinary baking paper. Zhong Liye carefully opened it, and the inside turned into a genuine cake, moist, egg-colored, and exuding a rich buttery aroma.

Zhong Liye frowned and said speechlessly: "If you want to say that you can barely convince yourself that this thing has nothing to do with Sikang—"

"From now on, I really can't look at Sikang directly." Jiang Chen's face was terribly gloomy, he gritted his teeth and said, "The nerves are poisonous."

Gudong.

Qian Wu stared straight at the thing, "Sorry, I'm hungry again."

"..."

"Be patient." Jiang Chen moved two steps to the side, subconsciously touching the back of his neck.

Peng Peng said in a low voice, "You bear with it today, let's pass the book, I guess it will be fine when we get out."

Qian Wu didn't respond, and after a while, he squinted at Jiang Chen for a while, then retracted his gaze and hummed lightly.

"Why don't you go out for a walk." Jiang Chen rubbed the saber and said: "The scene later will be scary, you may lose sleep after watching it."

Peng Peng immediately raised his hand, "I'm applying to go out together."

"You can't." Jiang Chen resolutely refused, and said mercilessly: "You follow me in and watch."

Peng Peng was shocked: "Why??!!"

"You're too cowardly, you need to practice your courage." Mr. Commander said indifferently: "I don't want to take you through three or four books, and you will still be a burden that screams when you see ghosts and dead people."

Peng Peng: "..."

"He has double standards." Peng Peng turned to look at Zhong Liye in disappointment.

Zhong Liye paused, "...Yes."

Peng Peng: "Don't care?"

Zhong Liye said coolly: "In addition to training your courage, you also need to practice your eyesight."

Qianwu really hates blood and gore, and he originally planned to take another walk to understand what happened that year.

"Don't eat indiscriminately outside." Jiang Chen warned: "Control yourself."

Qian Wu gave him a cold look, "Picky eaters, don't worry."

There are very few people in the village.

There are also many dilapidated and uninhabited small wooden houses near the woman's house. The players are busy collecting ingredients in front of them, and they have never visited them.

Qianwu randomly picked two of them to enter.

In the early morning, the light is dim, and it shines into the house along the cracks in the wall panels, illuminating the dust flying in the air.

He walked into the back room and found two bones in the corner.

The older one held the younger one in her arms, probably because the mother couldn't bear it and died together with the child.

There is no trace of rotten food in the house, except that there are fine bones in the corner of the wall. Looking closer, there is something that looks like a rat's tail that is slender and dried and broken into pieces, probably the bones of a rat.

"Plague." Qianwu murmured softly, "The plague slaughtered the village."

The strong mother exchanged her own life from the plague with her conscience, but she had to pay off the debt in the end.

Qianwu suddenly felt very depressed, he left the room, unbuttoned the two buttons on the collar of his shirt casually, and took a deep breath in the ruined field.

Putting his hand into his pocket, he suddenly touched a slender but hard object.

It was the pencil that Jiang Chen had been carrying for him all the time. He was always hungry these days, and would have to hold it in his mouth from time to time, so he was not in a hurry to return it.

The moment he touched the pen, the depression and desolation in his heart blurred again, as if he could see Jiang Chen's serious look.

Qianwu unconsciously hooked the corners of his lips, brought the pen close to his eyes, lightly rubbed the four small characters "for Qianwu" with his fingertips, and looked at it carefully in the faint morning light.

The years have not made this pen suffer the slightest grievance, it is still as bright and chic as it was back then, a certain commander probably took it out often to caress it, and there is a warm luster on the pen barrel.When the nib rests on the paper, it can draw the most beautiful and gentle rustling sound in the world.

Strange to say, this family has been using Qianwu pens for a long time, and bought many of the same model over the years after we broke up.

But there is no such pen that I can take advantage of, only this one, and I feel like it is my own pen when I hold it in my hand.

He has drawn countless Jiang Chen with this pen.

But after Jiang's accident, he never painted again.

At that time, Jiang Chen resolutely gave up his legal ideals and went back to subdue the guards who took advantage of the chaos. Qianwu couldn't understand it, especially when he saw him knock open the door of the apartment countless times in the middle of the night drunk, and rushed into the toilet to vomit.

The Marshal, who worked hard to support the dilapidated general, had to show up at the banquets he hated the most since he was a child, and deal with various councilors with a smile on his face.

When he met those who wanted to introduce his daughter to him a long time ago, and even wanted to date him, he couldn't put it off, so he put down his glass with a smile and said, "No matter what happens next, maybe I can invite you to dance tonight." Dance."

But when he got home, he took off his gown, revealing the bruises on his body.It was fought with those bandit-like officers in the barracks before going to the meeting.

Qianwu was heartbroken, he finally couldn't help holding Jiang Chen in his arms late one night and begged in a low voice, shall we give up, parents were not willing to kidnap your life with the glory of the Jiang family, why did they leave after they left? You have to torture yourself like this.

However, Jiang Chen looked at him with drunken eyes, and said after a while, "Did you agree to help Lieutenant General Jones draw a birthday picture for his little daughter?"

Qian Wu was taken aback, "Huh?"

Jiang Chen drunkenly said to him, "Push it, baby. Lieutenant General Jones is the mortal enemy of the Yan family. The Yan family just agreed to help me stabilize a unit that is about to leave the Jiang family. At this juncture..."

Qian Wu frowned and said: "Jiang Chen, you are already dazed."

"I know this request is too much. I..." Jiang Chen looked at the tiles on the bathroom floor with downcast eyes, and whispered: "But I have to ask you to do this, I'm sorry."

That night Qianwu was very silent, and the next day he came to the door with a smile and declined the lieutenant general's invitation.

In that year's Times Art Contest, he passed No.1, and the winner was another artist who succeeded him in painting the Lieutenant General's youngest daughter.

After that, Jiang Chen rarely mentioned that match.He was in the army during the day, and went to banquets at night, living a continuous life for more than half a year.

They had quarreled countless times during those six months, for the hypocritical entertainment that Qianwu hated, and for Jiang Chen's protests from time to time about some capricious remarks that Qianwu, who had gradually become famous, occasionally made to the media.

"Many people can guess our relationship." Jiang Chen rubbed his temples for the last time and said, "Qianwu, soon, after the parliamentary vote in the middle of the year, the decision on whether to guard the army will be finalized. There is only one month left Let's settle down for a month, okay?"

"It's not a month." Qianwu looked at him, and finally broke out and complained: "You have already provoked the Jiang family's burden, even if you succeed, the shackles on our emotions will become heavier and heavier in the future. Until both of us are unrecognizable."

"How could it be?" Jiang Chen tried to convince him, "Believe me, when I clean up the mess, we can go back to the time when we were free and carefree, we can—"

"No, you know very well that you can't. In the past, the marshal and his wife supported the sky, you can be Jiang Chen as you like, and we can love each other freely. But now it's only us, and my existence will affect you sooner or later Rejuvenate the future of the Jiang family." Qianwu's eyes were filled with deep sadness, "It's been more than a year, Jiang Chen, parents have been away for more than a year. You still can't get out now, you have completely changed your appearance .”

Jiang Chen was silent for a long time, looking at him.

"Do you hate the way I am now?" the young marshal asked in a low voice.

"I still love you very much." Qianwu looked at him and said, "but this love originated from the free and clear Jiang Chen who is not bound by the family. I don't know if we insist on this, we consume each other, I How long can I still love you."

Jiang Chen was silent for a long time, and finally said: "When I stand firm, I will not let you have any unfreedom."

"Listen to what you say." Qianwu sighed wearily, "Even this right will be given to me by you in the end."

"Jiang Chen, I will never be an accessory to the General's Gate." Qianwu looked at him, and asked in a weak voice: "Perhaps you have been busy with your family's hypocritical entertainment this year, have you heard what people say about me?" Is it?"

Jiang Chen seemed silent for a century.

At the end of the day, Jiang Chen left the apartment in a hurry.Qianwu knew that she had hurt him, but he didn't feel pain.

After the mid-year council ended and Jiang Chen finally won the physically and mentally exhausting war, he proposed to break up.

He said to Jiang Chen that day, we all know that separation is the timely stop loss to each other.

"I know, there will be such a day." Jiang Chen just dropped this sentence hastily, then squatted down to pick up the pen that was accidentally dropped, and did not stand up until Qian Wu left the room.

The tip of the pen poked on his finger unconsciously, and Qianwu suddenly came back to his senses.

Then he felt his cheeks were cool, and reached out to touch them, and even touched tears.

That day was the darkest and most painful day in his life, far surpassing the moment when the marshal and his wife passed away suddenly and unexpectedly.

He was held by fate and cut off the fetters with Jiang Chen with his own hands.Cut off the companionship of the past 12 years, cut off all the warmth in my life.

Over the years, by accident, he had a sinful thought more than once.

It would be great if Jiang Chen was finally defeated in that power struggle, the Jiang family was destroyed, and he became an ordinary person.

But he was soberly aware that he had no right to think like this, just like Jiang Chen had no right to kidnap an artist's ideal with the glory of the Jiang family.

Qianwu rubbed those four small characters, and suddenly remembered what the boatman said.

No one has ever really been able to get off the nerves in the end.

Even in the neurological world, there are too many gifted people, but none of them succeed.

Maybe he and Jiang Chen won't be able to get out, and will be trapped in this world for a lifetime.

His fingertips resting on the penholder suddenly moved slightly.

The eyelashes drooped slightly, trembling slightly.

Perhaps this is not a bad thing.

No matter how much gore and horror there will be.

At least here, they once again, without any grievances or fate, stand side by side again.

The flame suddenly interrupted people's thoughts.

Qian Wu suddenly turned his head, and a raging fire broke out in the courtyard of Beelzebub's house not far away.The fire rushed to the house, and the huge flames carried the thatch and bricks on the roof, easily burned the skeleton of the house, and continued to spew black smoke upwards.

Qianwu immediately turned around and ran back. When he finally rushed into the courtyard out of breath, the main house had been burned down to nothing but a shelf.

Jiang Chen and the others stood in front of the room, looking there quietly.The other players just ran out of the house, and they were all disheveled and did not wake up, asking each other what happened.

Qian Wu approached, Jiang Chen looked at the fire and said in a low voice: "As soon as Zhong Liye put something into her stomach, her body burned by itself."

"What a big fire." Zhong Liye sighed softly looking at the fire, "I've never seen such a big fire. I even think that this fire can burn until the whole village is wiped out."

"Where's Beelzebub?" Qianwu asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of Beelzebub's room opened suddenly, and Beelzebub rubbed his eyes and looked into the yard.

After a few seconds, the big-headed brat put down his hands, and smiled strangely and contentedly at the fierce flames.

"It smells so good." He seemed to have completely lost consciousness, completely bound by the devil's instinct, and slowly approached the fire.

Peng Peng was about to reach out to stop him, but Qian Wu grabbed him and pushed him back.

Beelzebub slowly approached the fire, took a deep breath, and murmured: "I don't know what kind of delicacy this is, but I vaguely feel that my existence is to eat such delicious food."

"If I'm full, I should be able to go."

As the little ghost said, he walked into the fire with a satisfied smile, and was swallowed up by the flames in an instant.

Qian Wu suddenly frowned, feeling very heartbroken for no reason.There seems to be a trace of comfort after revenge, but that feeling is fleeting, leaving only sadness.

Jiang Chen unconsciously turned his head to look at him, but froze for a moment, frowning in surprise: "What's your situation?"

"Ah?" Qianwu raised his eyebrows, "What is the situation?"

Jiang Chen was obviously frightened, his eyes wandered around his eyes for a long time, and then fell on his cheek.

Qian Wu knew later.

"Didn't you go out to relax?" Jiang Chen's eyes showed deep worry, he turned his head, and whispered close to him: "Unhappy again? Will you cry when depression occurs? A person secretly ran to the wild to cry ?”

"..."

With no expression on his face, Qianwu replied indifferently: "You think too much."

"I was so hungry, I walked two miles in the wild and didn't see any living people, so I couldn't help weeping because of hunger," he said.

Jiang Chen: "..."

As if afraid that he would not believe it, Qianwu paused, then took out the pencil from his pocket, and silently put it in his mouth.

Jiang Chen sighed, and said distressedly: "Look at the child being hungry..."

Qian Wu squinted at him, holding a pen in his mouth and said vaguely: "How about letting the child have a full meal before leaving?"

"That's not necessary." Jiang Chen instantly recovered his seriousness, and said solemnly: "It's better not to develop bad habits."

Qian Wu retracted his gaze and let out a lazily snorted.

The fire seemed to show no signs of stopping, burning the main house clean, and then spreading to Beelzebub's rooms and guest rooms.The players had no choice but to leave the yard in a hurry, but after only a few steps, they saw that the fire seemed to be getting faster and fiercer, and turned around and was about to spread to the wilderness outside.

"The field is full of haystacks and dead trees." Qu Ying turned her head to greet everyone, "We have to hurry up and run to the entrance of the village when we entered this place, and we should be fine!"

The female players kept crying, and someone said in despair: "It was so dark that night, I don't remember the way!"

Peng Peng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly waved his hand, "Follow me!"

Everyone ran up, except Jiang Chen and Qianwu who only speeded up their pace symbolically.The two quickly fell to the end of the line, Qianwu suddenly turned his head and looked at the raging fire that was about to burn nearby.

The fire light illuminated the painter's gentle eyebrows and eyes, dyed a touch of gold in those quiet black eyes, and danced wildly.

Jiang Chen turned his head and remained silent.

A farewell to a thousand days.

The people in front of you are more beautiful than in your thoughts.The vividness of his gestures poked at the tip of his heart.

Qian Wu whispered: "I seem to hear the voice of a little boy."

"Beelzebub?" Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then changed his tone and said, "Strong?"

"It should be Zhuang Zhuang." Qianwu looked away, and lightly licked his chapped lips, "It's a voice that is both familiar and unfamiliar, not Beelzebub."

"What did he say?" Jiang Chen frowned suddenly, as if thinking of Tang Jianzhu, "He doesn't want to follow you, does he?"

"I don't understand what he's talking about." Qianwu said, "Maybe he died in peace, but he is still very sad."

"Children who were betrayed and killed by their mothers will always be entangled in sorrow even after revenge." Jiang Chen sighed, "I hope the copy is just an illusory design, they are just NPCs in the game."

Qianwu didn't say a word, the fire was getting closer and closer, his whole body was burning, and he whispered: "Let's go quickly."

The moment they finally stepped out of the signpost at the entrance of the village, a puff of black smoke suddenly enveloped the village behind them, and looking back, the village disappeared without a trace, turning into a void of darkness.

The darkness when it came gradually faded away, and the sea of ​​nerves resurfaced, with several small boats docked on the shore.

Peng Peng sighed and said, "I'm a little nervous about the exam. I'll go. I don't seem to have done anything in this dungeon."

"The price/performance ratio of this book is a bit low." Zhong Liye also said: "Based on the ending, there may be a little more room for scoring points for calmness, and the sensitivity should not be as high as the full score of the previous book."

"That's not important." But Peng Peng shook his head and said, "I just really want to open the lucky bag of my nerves. If I don't even add a few tenths this time, maybe some points will be deducted, and I won't open the box." happy."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Then, maybe next time when something happens, you should scream less, or try your best not to faint."

"..." Peng Peng touched his nose, "Oh."

Other players boarded the ship one after another, and those who had teams were still together. Most of the stragglers did not form a team and boarded the ship individually.

Jiang Chen said, "Let's board the ship as soon as possible and leave this ghost place."

Zhong Liye nodded, "OK."

He let Qu Ying get on the boat first, and then Peng Peng.Jiang Chen waited for the three of them to go up, stepped on the plank of the boat for Qian Wu, and said, "Go up."

Qian Wu stepped on the shaky plank of the boat and sat on the boat.

Jiang Chen sat down beside him, and suddenly asked: "Are you still hungry?"

"It's okay, that feeling seems to have faded a lot." Qianwu asked, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm." Jiang Chen nodded, "Return the pen to me?"

Qianwu: "?"

"Bring it." Jiang Chen insisted: "I have to return what I borrowed."

The boatman had thrust his oars into the water, the boat drifted, and the island disappeared behind him.

Qian Wu couldn't help laughing and said, "Is there something wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he casually put his hand into his pocket, but the next moment, his expression froze on his face.

Jiang Chen's face suddenly became ugly.

"Don't tell me, you lost it." Mr. Commander stared at him seriously and nervously, and took a deep breath after a while, "Qianwu—you lost everything—"

"No." Qian Wu interrupted him with a frown, "The pen is here."

As he spoke, he took out a soft object that suddenly appeared from his pocket, and said, "Follow this object."

"?"

It was a small pendant the size of an imperial guard, with a wreath on it and white tassels underneath.

There are two crooked black characters written on the front of Yushou, and the handwriting looks like a child's.

"fasting"

"What the hell is this?" Peng Peng leaned over to look curiously, "Isn't this a strong one??!"

"Throw it into the river." Jiang Chen immediately said coldly.

Qianwu didn't say anything, he stroked the thing lightly, shook his head after a while and said: "No."

To this day, looking at the red candle, he is still not quite sure if there is a trace of Miss Tang Jianzhu's will remaining there.

But this thing gave him a strong intuition, there is no soul in it, it is just a mere souvenir.Perhaps it is an extra reward item in the dungeon, which has some unique functions, but it has no soul.

"Because Zhuang Zhuang never thought of existing in the world in any form." Qu Ying said suddenly: "His soul has probably died in this fire of revenge."

"Maybe." Qianwu touched the amulet and put it back in his pocket.

The boatman suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Everyone, sit down, the Gate of Judgment is just ahead."

The author has something to say: The little nerve lay on the ground and sneered.

It's time for reckoning again.

Wait, did someone say that nerves are poisonous just now?who is it?