Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

The isolated island drifting on the edge of the sea of ​​bitterness, the very appropriate name is taken as the isolated island.

Looking at the lonely island covered in poison haze from a distance, Yu Fuchen felt like retreating.

He is not a body that is invulnerable to all poisons, and if he enters it, he must be unable to protect himself. The request of the Shark Emperor is not so much a request for help, but more like making things difficult, making him in a dilemma.

"How could Master be in such a ghostly place..."

Yu Fuchen talked to himself, returned to the surface of the sea and took a big breath of air, he couldn't help but sigh how good it is to be alive...

Unexpectedly, at this time, the black iron mask left by Feng Changhuan would come in handy. He covered his mouth and nose tightly, and swam to the isolated island with difficulty and slowly.

The moment he touched the poisonous mist, Yu Fuchen felt his body became very heavy, as if a heavy weight fell on his shoulders, the further he moved forward, the more difficult it was to move forward.

He climbed ashore almost on both hands and feet. Due to the influence of the poisonous fog, he had difficulty breathing. A layer of fine red rash appeared on his exposed skin. His brain was so congested that he couldn’t even lift his neck. The bloodshot eyes tried to focus, and looked around the scene with difficulty.

The toxic smog on the isolated island is much thinner than that around the island, and it is not fatal, but the sights that can be seen under the heavy fog are also very limited.

Poisonous things like long snakes and scorpions hovered on the nearby beach. Perhaps they were a little afraid of not seeing a living person for a long time, and they dared not approach them for a while.

Yu Fuchen struggled to get up, and walked staggeringly, the scene in front of his eyes was blurred, and he couldn't tell whether it was real or not.

He instinctively looked for that person, forgetting his natural fear of poisons, he pushed through the lush bushes and walked forward on the path overgrown with weeds.

I don't know how long I walked before I felt a bright light hit in front of my eyes. What I saw in front of me was a village that I had never seen before but was inexplicably familiar.

Yu Fuchen was like a walking corpse, his consciousness was eroded by the poisonous mist, relying only on his body's intuition, as if he had returned to the illusion where Xuannan sealed his memory back then, everything he did was involuntary.

He didn't know why he knocked on the firewood door, pushed the door open and entered a room. He was greeted by thick dust and dust, which made him cough several times. The poisonous gas stagnated in his throat was dispersed violently, and he coughed up half a palm of blood foam. .

The light in the house was dim, and the furnishings could not be seen clearly. Yu Fuchen cast a spell, and a ray of flames clustered in the palm of his hand, illuminating the surroundings.

The space here is not big, quite crowded, and very messy, and you need to carefully avoid obstacles.

As he approached, the body on the couch became more and more conspicuous, it was actually a skeleton with rotting flesh, Yu Fuchen was surprised to see it.

This person had been dead for a long time, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on his bones, his limbs were twisted, his jaw was separated from his skull, and his expression was painful. He must have been tortured before his death.

He controlled the firelight all the way down to observe the details. This skeleton has a wide pelvis and a high brow bone, which has typical gender characteristics.

Was it a female corpse?

He vaguely guessed something, and when he saw the large mottled dark color on the quilt under the skeleton, he guessed that the woman died after suffering a blood collapse during childbirth, which is really sad.

Yu Fuchen extinguished the flame, put his palms together and muttered the Mantra of Rebirth to save the dead, and then went out to the next house.

If the neighbor dies tragically and no body is collected for a long time, the worst case scenario is that the whole village will suffer disaster, and none of the islanders will be spared.

But Yu Fuchen became suspicious, just now he only saw the skeleton of a woman, if it was really as bad as he imagined, where is the child that the woman gave birth to?

The mind is in chaos, and it is difficult to think deeply about the details.

Yu Fuchen saw that the structures of the houses here are different, there is only a palm-sized skylight in the dark room, what's more, there is no hole, and the walls are tightly connected, as if the islanders are born afraid of the sun.

Yu Fuchen was curious in his heart, but unfortunately he was disturbed by the poisonous gas and couldn't turn his head around, so he entered the strange house everywhere.

This room is much narrower than the one just now. There is also a skeleton lying on the bed. The body is long and thick, and the bones are not loose or shrunken. It should be a young and middle-aged man with thick clothes covering his whole body. Being, Xu is terminally ill.

So far, Yu Fuchen has not wavered in his heart, he just wants to find the missing Feng Changhuan as soon as possible, and hurried to the next room.

Different from the previous ones, the third house was carefully arranged, the white banner fluttered in the residual wind, and there were two spiritual tablets on the altar table, the handwriting had been polished by the wind and sand and could not be seen clearly.

What was horrifying was that there were actually two hemp ropes hanging from the girder on the spirit tablet, and each hung a skeleton. Yu Fuchen vaguely recognized the two he had seen just now.

If it wasn't for a ray of light that just happened to hit under the altar, Yu Fuchen would have almost ignored the black shadow huddled under the table.

It was the skeleton of a boy, it was well preserved, the skin was still glowing, the eyelashes and black hair trembled slightly in the wind, as if it was just taking a short rest.

Yu Fuchen mistakenly thought that he was the only survivor of Guyu, until he stretched out his hand to feel the coldness, and realized that things were far from as simple as he thought.

This scene, the bones of the men and women, the situation with the boy, and his face...

Yu Fuchen stared at the dead boy in amazement, his hands trembling uncontrollably, he pushed the boy away in fright, stumbled and ran out the door, his stomach churning with nausea.

No...it won't be what he thinks.

"Master..."

Master, tell me this is not true, okay...

He ran wildly all the way, not knowing where to escape in a panic, until he fell to his knees on the ground exhausted.

In front of my eyes is suddenly a pair of jade feet that are not stained with dirt.

"Xingzhi, look what that is."

Feng Changhuan's face was very unclear, like a layer of fog.

He pointed to the distance and followed, Yu Fuchen's eyes widened in disbelief.

It's a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood...

Numerous stumps and broken arms were piled up, and the jagged bones piled up into mountains, heading straight into the sky.

Each skeleton is bound together in twisted and painful postures, piecing together a terrifying path to the Empyrean.

Yu Fuchen's eyes were bloodshot, and he covered his ears with trembling hands, trying to avoid the bewitching voice that echoed in his ears.

"Yu Xingzhi, do you remember? Do you remember that you were really hidden?"

"Think about who you are, and think about who Feng Changhuan is."

"Actually, you already had a hunch that Xuannan's spells had hidden mysteries, otherwise why would you need to enter the illusion when you remembered the past?"

"Yu Xingzhi, your past was carefully forged. Who is that person? Is it the master you respect and love in your heart?"

……

"No, it's not me...not me..." Yu Fuchen couldn't help begging, "Shut up, it's not me, and it's not him!! I don't...he doesn't either!!"

With a roar, the world suddenly became silent.

It seems that there are only two people in the world facing each other.

Yu Fuchen raised his head in a daze, looking at his "master", his tongue was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

It was like being possessed by a demon, doing unreasonable things crazily, struggling to get up and rushing to the bloody road paved with bones, constantly rummaging for something.

His hands were pierced by dry bones, covered with scars, and bleeding profusely, but he didn't care about the pain, allowing his fingertips to become bloody and bloody.

The person who ignored it for a long time finally stepped forward, stepped on the bones with bare feet, and mercilessly crushed them into powder, every step.

"Xingzhi, what are you looking for, isn't Master here?"

Yu Fuchen didn't answer, and continued to explore the remaining traces.

The stalemate lasted for a long time with no results, he was about to collapse for a while, and finally raised his eyes, almost insane.

"Where is he? Where did you hide him!!"

The other party was puzzled and didn't know how to answer, so he saw him push himself to the ground mercilessly like rushing for food.

The sharp dry bone skipped across the face, pierced the man's cheek, and a trace of blood leaked out, finally breaking the spell.

Breaking away from the control of the forbidden technique, the man finally showed his real body. His lips and teeth were the features Yu Fuchen was most familiar with, but the difference was that he would cover his eyes with a black veil with a phoenix totem embroidered with gold thread.

With the strong wind blowing, half-covered eyes were revealed.

Deep and silent, like a deep pool.

"It's strange, what went wrong~"

Even the voice was extremely similar, Yu Fuchen became angry from embarrassment.

But he couldn't do anything to Feng Changhuan's face, he just pressed down on the old wound that hadn't healed for a long time, causing a miserable and heart-piercing wail.

In fact, Yu Fuchen didn't know why he knew that this person's Achilles' heel was in the deep pit at the junction of the shoulder and neck, it was all done subconsciously.

However, the bold move also forced the other party to be completely honest, and stopped talking nonsense, gasping for mercy: "Let go, let go, what do you want to know, just tell you..."

"Where is Master?!"

"Sinister, the teacher is right in front of you, how can you deny it?"

"How dare you talk nonsense!!"

At first, he thought it was the disguise technique, so Yu Fuchen pinched the man's chin to check for suspicious things, but he didn't see the reason for a long time. Maybe this face is the real face?

He suddenly remembered the Xuanji Tower mentioned by Ming Gongshang, that is, the Lord of the Puppet Division had exactly the same appearance as Feng Changhuan, and his name was...

"Feng Zhe Huan?"

"Oh? It's an honor to be remembered by you."

"Ask again, where is he?"

When the little wild wolf had a cold face, it really felt a bit chilly. Feng Zehuan understood his temperament and would not ask for trouble.

Honestly pointing to the corner under the mountain of corpses, as expected, Yu Fuchen immediately let go of the hand that was fettering him, and flew away with light work.

"Excellent skills, really at the age of showing off the mountains and dews, the old bones can't compare..."

There were corpses all over the place, but the man's white figure was not seen.

Yu Fuchen didn't dare to be negligent, he struggled to writhe the stump which was in the way, only wishing for that person's safety.

Feng Zehuan rubbed the painful old wound, and walked slowly behind him, facing the scene where the man was kneeling in the sea of ​​blood, holding a dead bone in his arms.

At this moment, Yu Fuchen turned his back to him, so that his heartache, pity, unwillingness, and anger were all covered up in a dark place that others could not touch.

The color of the skeleton is light, close to the holy white, just like being transparent in life, it is a clear and proud bone far away from the accumulation of red dust.

It was a long-lost jade bone.

The author has something to say: Naichen is starting to panic, she can never feel the pain of losing when she has it, and only when she feels it personally can she know how to cherish it.