Remnant bones

Desert night, dry and cold, cloudless.

The cool wind blew by, taking away the only trace of warmth from the person.

The yellow sand blown by the wind receded gradually under the command of the little red-haired figure.The sand that has sucked the blood is not different from the outside.However, it is difficult for anyone who has seen blood to ignore the thick stench that emanates from it... that is the smell of a dead person.

It's like a person who has killed someone, no matter how many times he washes his hands afterwards, all that disappears with the water is the dried blood stains.The "sin" that the blood-stained heart bears is a "reality" that can never be washed away by water. "Reality" cannot be changed or erased... The so-called "cleanness" is just an "excuse" used to deceive others and oneself.

However, people are such creatures who like to deceive themselves and others.Clearly knowing that no secrets can be concealed, but still making unremitting efforts to disguise.

Gaara... Looking at the thin and dazed figure bathed in the rain of blood, my eyes drooped slightly, and I couldn't help asking in my heart: That layer of "sand armor" made of blood sand is because you don't want to reveal your heart The "camouflage"?Or is it a "spike" that is always used to remind yourself of your sins?

The blood stained on your hands can never be washed away... So, you don't look back, you can only walk forward step by step on the road paved with blood and corpses; In the abyss of death, he was swallowed by the darkness step by step; he could only use silent whispers that no one could hear, and let the bright red tears wet the black soil under his feet step by step...

"Is this really okay..." The whispers that can only be heard by myself, I can't tell if I'm asking him, or... myself.

Even as a dark resident who also bears "sin", I am the person who is the least qualified to ask this sentence.

Obviously, before all this happened, he could be taken away, away from here, away from "darkness", away from the most despicable selfishness and cruelty of human nature.But I didn't do that...

You can escape for a while, but you can't escape for a lifetime.No matter how we escape, it will not change the fact that we are both "monsters".Now we don't have the power to resist the so-called "destiny"... winners and losers.No matter which world it is, absolute power is the prerequisite for getting what you "want".

...Although the price paid to obtain these is definitely not something ordinary people can afford.But we have no choice.

"Cough, cough cough..." A few uncontrollable coughs brought back my wandering consciousness.

Looking at the few strands of dark red in my hand that were difficult to ignore, I frowned slightly, took out my handkerchief, and slowly wiped it off.This situation has been going on for several days. It seems that the damage caused by the previous reckless action was much greater than expected...

It can be regarded as self-inflicted... The corners of my mouth were raised in self-mockery in my heart, and the blood-stained handkerchief was burned by the shaking blue flame between the pale and slender fingers.It turned into fine fly ash and slipped from between the fingers, dancing with the wind.

According to the conventional treatment after this attack, I should stay in bed for at least three days to rest. CKL is not allowed to be used, and physical exercises that consume a lot of energy are strictly prohibited.As for the "Bone Meridian" of Xueji Boundary...According to what Dou said at the beginning, if I don't want to cut off a tenth of my life span, which is not much longer, then I will trouble you to listen to him, "Be honest" a little.

It's a pity that without the supervision of a doctor, I haven't seemed to be an obedient "patient" since my last life.

However, having said that, dragging it on without any treatment is not an option.However, the typical desert climate environment of Yinsha Village is obviously not a good place for recuperation.What's more... from the moment I knew that the kid was Gaara, the original plan was doomed to fail.

It is impossible for me to attack him... In this case, I have no reason to stay here.

"It's time to leave too..." Standing up, relying on the condescending terrain, I glanced at Gaara from a distance, turned and left without saying goodbye, as silently as when I came.

As a "passer-by" in his life, I am afraid that only he knows how much position I occupy in his heart.Don't say goodbye, it's not that you don't care... just believe, and see you again.

I just want him to know that he's not really alone in this world.

For people like us, a promise is enough to be a reason to survive...

"Let's go..." subconsciously tightened the jade-white piccolo in his arms, and Gaara, who stood standing among the corpses, bit his lips tightly, but never looked back.Just relying on the CKL aura similar to Duan Di's, as he got further and further away, he was enough to know everything...

He never thought about chasing after him, he knew from the very beginning that that person would never be able to stay by his side forever.But the strange thing is, apart from the faint loss in my heart, there is no despair and hatred when I was betrayed by Yashamaru.

Is it because there is a common "secret" with each other... It is difficult to describe the complicated feelings in Gaara's heart at this moment. He has never thought that the identity of the "monster" whom he has always hated so much has become the relationship between himself and that person. Between them, the only, yet unbreakable... tie.

It's not that he didn't think about leaving with him, but in fact, even if that person disagreed, with his awakened "crane guarding power", the security of Yinsha Village was like a fake to him.But he didn't... The one who chose to stay was himself.

It wasn't because he held a grudge against his concealment, it wasn't because he wanted to avenge his father who had hurt him, and it wasn't because he was afraid of the other party's rejection... What he was afraid of was his own weakness, and his dependence on the only tenderness left in the darkness.

If you want to gain something, you always have to lose something... The path he chose, he decided to go on by himself.

Just because I firmly believe that this is not "Farewell"...

Gently put the piccolo, which was warmed by the palm of your hand, close to your lips.The piercing melody, which has not changed as before, pierces the sky.A simple song, the original tune cannot be heard, but it keeps repeating over and over again.

Under the bloody moonlight, this solo that no one dared to make a sound was just for one person.

The familiar melody, which seems virtual and real, makes the white figure rushing in the desert slightly stamp its feet.

Under the gauze hat dancing in the wind, the subtle arc slowly evoked, flashed in the gap, and disappeared in an instant.He still practiced...

Scroll of Night and Dawn