God has been dead for 300 years

Brother.

……

It was snowing heavily outside the house.

Yihan squatted under the eaves, watching the tiles of the next door turn white, and everything was silent.

I don't feel cold.

At this time, he only has consciousness, not even a spirit body or a soul.

Although it has been separated from the puppy's body, it cannot be separated from Ge Yi's yard no matter what.It cannot be separated from the body of the puppy.

Yihan picked the best viewing angle, and looked at it inch by inch in every possible way.

The clear lotus in the ditch is still full of vitality under the snowy sky. The pink and white lotus and the white emerald leaves can’t bear too much weight. visitors.

In a small flower bed surrounded by ditches.

Xi Yan has already lost all of them.

The thick snow is buried on it, but there is no half bud green.

Yihan withdrew his gaze and looked at the dead puppy inside the house.

It is no longer swollen and unsightly like it was a few days ago.

There is only a smooth and shiny skeleton.

Tooth Dry Blade is like a competent scavenger, scavenging every inch of the puppy's flesh and blood, and chewing it into pieces.

Yihan shook his body with aversion, and saw a handful of white filaments sticking out of the skeleton, and smiled ostentatiously at Shang Yihan's gaze.

It has been locked in the puppy's skeleton.

Yihan curled his lips, and signaled it to look at his "own body" with his eyes - beside the puppy's skeleton, there was a puddle of debris.

That was the flesh body of "Evil Zun".

It should have been beheaded a few days ago, but Yuan Wei was reluctant to do so.

It took a few days.

Today, it was Yili who used the song "Good Zun" to lure Yuan Wei away, and blasted the body of "Evil Zun" Song Yi into dross with one palm.

Only then was it consummated.

A person fell into the snow.

Yihan took a closer look.

Not one, but two.

Seeing Yuan Wei rushing into the room with Ge Yi's broken limbs in his arms, Yi Li was quite surprised.

Yili said, "What does the corpse of 'Evil Zun' look like, and what does the corpse of 'Good Zun' look like?"

Yuan Wei said with a pale face, "No, I don't know."

Yuan Wei was out of his wits, "He told me that he wanted to drink tea, and I went to pour the tea, and in that split second, he broke!"

"He changed from one piece to two pieces, and then kept breaking into pieces. I...I can't stop him. Where's his soul? Ah, come on, help me find it. Where's his soul?"

Yili was startled, stepped forward a few steps, and took out a drop of blood from Geyi's chest.

faint blue.

Flickering, flickering, flickering.

Yuan Wei grabbed his hand like crazy, and said angrily, "What! Save people! I want to live! Live!"

Yuan Weidao, "I beg you, find Ge Yi's soul, it's only one last step away, hurry up, find it... I want Ge Yi, I want Song Yi!"

Yuan Wei opened up the spiritual force field, exhausted all the spiritual power, and searched every inch of woods in the outskirts from the UFO capital city.

No audio.

Yuanwei rubbed his face, smiled stiffly, and said to Yili, "Father, I beg you."

"You help me."

"Help me, find, okay."

Yili sighed deeply, her expression seemed to say "I'm not your father".

He said, "Once immortals and demons can mobilize their spiritual power and demon power, if they want to kill themselves, it's as simple as drinking saliva. Why do you want to untie the spiritual power I tied to him, are you stupid?"

Yuan Wei hugged Ge Yi's body, and stuffed it into his arms almost as if in a daze.

Yuan Wei had hot tears in his eyes, and he couldn't shed them. His lips were purple, and he said in a trembling voice, "He lied to me."

"I explained to him."

"I said I was doing it for his own good. Immortal Realm wants his life. I want to save him. If he changes his body, he will be safe."

"He said yes."

"He said yes!"

Yuan Wei choked his throat and said, "He said it clearly, he understands my painstaking efforts."

"I'm so good to him, I love him, I can even die for him, I just want him to see only me and a complete him, what's wrong with me?"

Yili opened her mouth, but didn't know how to comfort her.

After a long time, he closed his eyes.

"The soul has no entity, and spiritual power cannot be searched, so it is not very useful."

Yuan Wei had a vein on his neck, and bloodshot eyes were all over his eyes. He almost pulled those eyes out of their sockets, and shouted angrily, "Impossible! You said that spiritual power can be used to great effect!"

Yili said, "Spiritual power is not omnipotent, it cannot be resurrected from death."

"Give me the body."

Yuan Wei hugged the remnant body tightly, his nostrils fluttered, showing a refusal attitude.

Yili sighed, "Give it to me, I'll use my spiritual power to keep it alive, and it can last for a day. You need to try your best within this day to let Ge Yi's soul automatically enter the puppy's skeleton, otherwise—— "

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Yuan Wei immediately understood and ran away.

As if grabbing the last straw.

Wiping his face, he ran away.

Soon it was night.

The first crescent moon and the fifteenth full moon.

Fourteen tonight.

In the snowy night sky, there is no clear glow that is not yet full.

The night is bright.

Red lanterns, wedding candles with thick forearms, and red velvet carpets meandering from the Mujing Gate to the entire courtyard and hall.

Push open the wooden thorn door with one hand.

A thin silk ribbon is wrapped around the wrist and the coccygeal phalanx, and the ribbon hangs down, revealing a hydrangea that is about to fall to the ground. It looks like a lotus but not a lotus, with multiple petals.

The man reached out and fished.

Tie the hydrangea around the waist of another person. That person's waist is extremely thin and weak.If the ribbon is tied tightly, the waist will be dented a lot, not like real flesh and blood; if it is loosely tied, the hydrangea will fall to the ground, and the half circle of the ribbon will instantly meander over the red carpet, as if standing tall. A straight person forms a cliff-like arc.

struggled for a long time.

After all, that person tied the hydrangea to another person's wrist.

Chilled and bored, I sat on the porch enjoying the scenery.

See that person raised another person's hand.

It was a hand made up of broken phalanges, missing only half of the middle finger, index finger, and little finger.The joints between the wrists were pale, as if a thin black line had been drawn, and the silk ribbon was wrapped——

The already shattered hand fell off from the wrist, shattered into several pieces, and was buried in the snow.

The man was stunned, his blurred face raised towards the big red lantern.

Yihan saw clearly.

It is Yuanwei.

Yuan Wei in wedding clothes.

Beside Yuan Wei was the corpse of Song Yi, which Yuan Wei had stitched up with stitches and threads.

Like a rag doll.

Not like a puppet, but more like a puppet.

Yuan Wei used the puppet string to prop up the song, half embraced it in his arms, and shouted behind Yi Han, "Father."

Yihan turned his head and saw Yili standing with his hands behind his back, facing the dark night outside, he said, "What's the matter?"

"Be a witness to me both."

After hearing this, Yili seemed to be hesitant, "Will he come back after paying homage to the church?"

Yuan Wei tilted his head and smiled, perfunctory.

Even though the lights were brightly lit, Yuan Wei's face turned pale.

He said calmly, "I have to give it a try."

Respect the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon.

Two respects Gaotang Ranhemei.

Three worship each other in the same boat.

Li Cheng.

Dahong's wedding dress slipped from her shoulders and meandered to the ground.

Inside the hi-clothes, there is a small hill raised, and crystal snowflakes are floating on it, like a tomb.

Yuan Wei stood beside the incense table for a long time.

He waited and waited.

At midnight, the snow stopped, the clouds drifted away, the full moon poked out from the willow branches, and the yard seemed to be daytime.

In the fifteenth month, wanderers return home, and lovers finally get married.

Ge Yi's soul never came back.

Yuan Wei used the snow on the incense table to pinch two snow sculptures, opened the spiritual veins on the wrists, and poured warm blood on the snow sculptures.

From the top of the head, covering the feet.

The blood was glowing with crimson star light spots, which flickered past.

The snow sculptures turned into the appearance of Yuanwei Waka, exquisite, small and lifelike.

Yuan Wei called softly, "Ge Yi."

The little man with his head down shook his head.

As if to respond.

Yuan Wei put the snow sculpture in his arms.

He began to paint against the moonlight, using Xuanbai paper, a Langhao brush, and a thin tip to outline songs one after another.

Or angry or happy, or sad or quiet.

They are all similar in appearance.

Yuan Wei put down the pen.

cheek rest.

The small mounds next to it were piled even higher.

Yuan Wei stared at it.

The small tomb moved.

Yuan Wei's elbow trembled, almost knocking over the inkstone, and suddenly stretched out his hand——

Peel off the tomb, peel off the wedding clothes.

A fish swims in shallow water.

There is a hard armor on the abdomen and black scales on the back.Wing tip feathers.The vermilion at the end of the eyes is dragging, and the clear light is diffused.

The whole body is lake blue.

Yuan Wei blinked and stretched out his hand.

The sky suddenly darkened, and thick clouds hid the moonlight.

Wind blows.

The shallow water was suddenly blood red.

Yuan Wei's mind was buzzing, only to hear a "bang"——

The shallow water was covered with flesh and blood, some of which splashed into Yuan Wei's eyes, glowing red.

Yuan Wei moved his fingertips.

Gently covered it with the wedding clothes, held the snow all over the ground, and piled up the tomb again with his own hands.

He held the corner of his mouth towards the red lantern under the tile eaves, but it was uglier than crying. He said, "Ge Yi, I won't force you anymore. When you come back, I will listen to you, okay?"

The red lantern shook.

The heavy snow began to flutter again.

The world is cold.

Yuan Wei lowered his head and murmured, "I know you're here."

"You just don't want to see me."

Yuan Wei spread out the drawing paper and said, "I seem to understand."

Day will break.

Yuan is the last drop.

On the rice paper, the little fairy boy pushed aside the clouds, and looked timidly at the world, expecting but innocently.In the sea, the lake-blue giant kun waved its fins towards the top of the cloud, splashing a shimmer of feathers.

Yuan Wei looked at the tomb in a daze for a while.

He picked up his pen again, and inscribed in the lower right corner of the rice paper——the most pity is for the person in front of him, and it is not good to ignore the past.

He said, "If I hadn't been lonely, and never stumbled in the dark, I might have treated all living beings kindly. If so, would you take pity on me?"

"If you do it all over again..."

Yuan Wei twitched the corner of his mouth.

"But, a scum who has been mixed in the rotten vegetables and leaves on the street since he was a child, hungry and full, no father and crazy mother, and the burns and sticks never disappeared on his body. In the eyes of the neighbors, the orphan child, before the age of seven, , Even the beggars on the roadside can give a kick."

"When I was deep in the mud, I also prayed to God to save me, but in the end I struggled out of the darkness alone."

"So, what do I have to do with the suffering of the world? Don't they all come here like this? They are dead because they are incompetent!"

"Why...you have gone through misery, but you still haven't been driven away by hatred. What I can't do...how can you stick to it?"

"Looking at you for a long time. In the end. It messed up my heart."

"I shouldn't want to take you deep into the cage and sink into the darkness with me."

"You have the light, the wind and the moon, which is what my heart wants."