The mountain ghost blows out the lights
Chapter 127
There are more and more black things, they are the blood of others that Feng Qiu and the wordless tablet have plundered over the years, no one knows how the boy's slender body can carry so many shadows.
For so many years, the shadow curse has been living in Fengqiu's body intertwined, relying on the power of soul and blood to grow up, gradually, slowly becoming what it is now.
The rootless fire ignited out of thin air, and as soon as the liquid came out, it was burned. This liquid seemed to be only resistant to parasitism, and it didn't have much attack power, and it wasn't fireproof—fortunately, it wasn't fireproof.
After an unknown amount of time, the shadows were finally completely burned away, and Feng Qiu also returned to her original body without tattoos, her skin was as white as fresh snow that just fell.
It's just that the wound on the shoulder wasn't healed, it was lying horizontally ferociously, no more black mist, and the scar itself was exposed, making it even more shocking.
It was only after the tattoos faded that he saw that there were still some other scars on his body. There were quite a few of them.
If he wanted the lives of those people, he had to be able to take them himself.
Feng An let go, and the boy fell limply on the ground, he was still conscious, but his condition got worse, his body covered in cold sweat, obviously the pain of being torn apart had exhausted all his strength.
In the final analysis... Without the curse, he is just an ordinary little crow.
Feng An's doing that is almost equivalent to stripping his soul at any cost.
Feng An looked down at him and asked, "How do you feel, does it hurt?"
This is nonsense, how could it not hurt?
Feng Qiu took a few long and gentle breaths, adjusted his state, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you try it?"
As soon as the words came out, I realized that my voice was unbelievably hoarse, as if I was breaking the bellows, drying the air in the stove, and the fire could not be ignited.
"That's right." Feng An nodded, agreeing with Feng Qiu's statement, "I think you were not clear-headed before, how about this time, you should be more or less sober."
Fengqiu: "..."
He didn't answer, and asked Feng An weakly again: "You just said that killing people pays for their lives, whose life is paid for?"
He waited for Feng An to ask back, and waited for him to say, 'I will pay you back, would you like it? ’, he can say yes, he—he might as well die if he lives like this.
Things have come to this, no matter how much you say, you will become the loser's begging for mercy, and you can't escape if you influence him. In the end, Feng Qiu hopes that she can die with a little dignity.
However, Feng An didn't ask any more questions. It took him a lot of energy to strip off the curse of the wordless stele just now. With the threat of the wordless stele gone, he couldn't hold it anymore. He had to finish all his work as soon as possible. want to do.
Feng An twitched the corner of her mouth weakly at Feng Qiu: "What do you think?"
Fengqiu: "You—"
Ya Yu caught a glimpse from the side, and immediately became anxious: "Commander Feng!"
He felt panic, as if he was about to lose something very important, but he didn't know how to deal with it.
The development of the matter was completely out of Feng Qiu's control, and a force surged out of his body that was already difficult to move, struggling to sit up, reaching for Feng An's clothes, and questioning him: "You What are you going to do?"
But both of his arms were broken, he couldn't use any strength, and he couldn't lift them up at all. He was very close, but he couldn't touch Feng An anyway, so he could only fall back on the stone again in embarrassment. respite.
Feng An glanced at the pool of blood next to him, the pool of blood was still covered with scars caused by the cut-off water, it was motionless, there were no waves, it was as if he was already dead.
"They are so pitiful." Feng An sighed, "The death is not clear, and it didn't end well in life. After death, there must be a place to go."
The soul trapped in the blood pool cannot even go outside the wilderness. It can only stay in the unclean sea for the rest of its life, and is forced to be driven by the person who killed it.
"Feng An." Behind him, Yan Jinping called him softly.
"It's okay." Feng An didn't look back, and waved his hand, "Please, please help me look at some crow feathers."
Yayu had been squatting on the reef like a quail before, listening to the conversations of several people, but now seeing that the situation was about to slide in a very bad direction, she couldn't squat anymore, and flew towards Fengqiu like an arrow off the string. He and Feng An didn't know what they were going to do.
The nameless fear came too fast, and Crow Feather had no time to think.
However, Yan Jinping was faster than him. Hearing Feng An's words, the young man cursed secretly, frowning, and quickly appeared next to Ya Yu, standing on a rock not too far away, pinching it like a butterfly. Little crow's wing root.
Crow Feather was shocked: "What are you doing?!"
Yan Jinping: "I won't let you do stupid things."
Crow Feather: "..."
His impressions of Yan Jinping have always been complicated. On the one hand, he has long believed that he is an irresponsible villain, and on the other hand, he has just realized that he has misunderstood him for so long, and he feels very guilty for a while.
But Yan Jinping's position in his heart is of course not comparable to that of Feng An, and at this time he actually stopped him from looking for someone, and the little crow said angrily again: "It's none of your business, don't stop me!"
"Don't go." Yan Jinping said, "What do you want to do?"
Crow Feather: "Of course——"
He stopped.
In fact, he didn't know what he could do, he just rushed forward subconsciously, and now he was asked by Yan Jinping, he woke up, and suddenly felt "I'm really useless" again.
Don't even think about it, there is a golden crow on the opposite side, a... a murderous crow empowered by some kind of ghost, he is just an ordinary bird, and he only lives less than a hundred years old , even if it is promising, what use is it?
It's not his fault, he's just too young to improve.
Ya Yu stared blankly at Feng An and Feng Qiu.
If he is like Feng Qiu, if he can...
The reflection in the sea did not know when it changed, the shadow of the crow feather gradually turned into the skeleton of a young chick, half of which had sunk into the mud, with its wings spread in vain, its movements were similar to those of the bird struggling in the pool of blood. The soul of the mightiest bird is exactly the same.
He has almost sunk into the boundless deep sea.
Yan Jinping pinched the little crow's wings with two fingers. He couldn't see the expression on the crow's face, but he could see the reflection in the sea. He knew that the unclean sea was trying to seduce the most unsteady child among them, so he was cold-hearted. He ruthlessly flicked the crow's head, and said in a deep voice, "Concentrate."
Crow Feather shuddered and came back to his senses.
My mind was shaken, and I almost fell into the way of this broken place again.
The little crow drooped his head, and realized how useless he was.
Yan Jinping sighed: "I know you are worried about him, but in this situation, let alone you, even we can't intervene."
The feathers that had fallen off from Feng An's wings had almost surrounded the two of them. The flames did not distinguish between enemy and friend, and whoever touches them will die. Going in now is simply asking for death.
Besides... even if they really went in, what can they do now?
This is Feng An's doom, and others cannot help him.
Ya Yu anxiously said: "Then what should we do, should we just stand here and watch?"
Shen Lianxing lowered his head and stretched out his hand to smooth the tiny fluff on the top of the little crow's head.
"Yes." Yan Jinping squeezed the two wings of the crow feather and sighed, "The divine blood is completely separated from the body, and he... can't stop."
None of them are divine beasts. After all, their understanding of divine blood is only superficial, not as clear as that of Feng An. When they find a way to stop Feng An, he may have already finished what he has to do.
Crow Feather struggled again when he heard the words, the action was so intense that one almost doubted that he would break his wings: "Then why don't you let me watch him—watch Feng command——"
In any case, he couldn't say the word 'dead'.
"What are you talking about, who said I'm going to die?"
Feng An seemed to know what Ya Yu was going to say, and suddenly interrupted.The young man turned his back to them, waved his hands, and said relaxedly: "Don't think about it, I'm the Golden Crow. Nothing will happen."
Ya Yu didn't believe it at all, and asked subconsciously: "Really?"
Feng An didn't look back: "Really."
"What are you going to do?" Only Feng Qiu was facing him, seeing Feng An's expression clearly, "Don't make up your own mind, I don't need you to pity me!"
"Yes." Feng An knelt down and touched Feng Qiu's head, "But I did something wrong before, and now I have to be responsible."
Feng Qiu: "I don't want to be your younger brother at all!"
"Yeah." Feng An nodded to him with a calm expression, "I know."
"It was my wishful thinking at first, but now I understand."
He stopped talking nonsense, sat down cross-legged, the wings behind him were fully spread out, and the feathers condensed by divine power were all scattered in an instant, like withered flowers, rubbed into the quagmire by the strong wind that came at night.
The golden feathers caught fire in small balls and fell into the filthy water of blood.
And Feng An is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The young man stretched out his hands to Feng Qiu, obviously very close, but he didn't take the initiative, he just asked Feng Qiu: "Come?"
The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and panicked at this moment.
Feng Qiu thought she was ready.
He used to think that he could accept winners and losers, and that he could face the consequences of failure gracefully. He thought he was fearless and afraid of nothing.
But looking at Feng An's outstretched hand now, he felt fear again.
—he dared not.
He didn't dare to accept Feng An's invitation, he was still afraid of those things that he didn't have the courage to face in the past.
"No...I..." Feng Qiu wanted to back away in fear, but her arms were useless, so she had to struggle awkwardly on the rocks, like a dying fish.
The boy curled up into a small ball on the reef, shouting too urgently, touching the wounds on his body, and coughing uncontrollably.
Feng An didn't stop, and seeing that Feng Qiu still refused, she sighed, and finally pulled him gently and firmly into her arms, and stroked the young man's soft white hair.
"Goodbye, Qiuqiu."
He bid farewell to the brother he loved so much in the past.
He is the Golden Crow. To him, the lifespan of a mortal is like the eternal sun and moon, and the fireflies dancing in the grass by the river.
But creation is always more difficult than destruction. It is still not an easy task to use the brilliance of the sun and the moon to relight the light of Liuying.
With burning flames, the feathers on the wings separated from Feng An's body little by little.
The light dimmed after its peak.
The fire feathers fell to the ground one after another, as if a grand firework meteor had been ignited.
The author says:
...Feng An is fine!I had a premonition in advance that I was going to be scolded, anyway, it was almost over, and there was another update at nine o'clock today (.
----
It's almost over, let's talk about Feng An.
The image of Feng An combines the image characteristics of Jinwu, Phoenix, and Suzaku, which can be said to be a collection of divine birds.
He is a beast, he didn't care about anything before, and he has a bad personality and is not popular.It's rare to bet on someone once, and it gets too deep if you are not careful.
Feng An has lived for a long time. When he didn't care about anything, he felt that the world belonged to him. Later, he became concerned, and didn't know how to treat others well. He just wanted to give the other party what he had, but ignored Feng Qiu's wrong place. , he thinks this matter is his responsibility, and of course he has to deal with it.
But Feng Qiu made such a big mistake, it doesn't make any sense to simply kill him.
It's just killing, anyone can do it, but there are some things that only Feng An can do.
Feng An's Qiuqiu died long ago.
For so many years, the shadow curse has been living in Fengqiu's body intertwined, relying on the power of soul and blood to grow up, gradually, slowly becoming what it is now.
The rootless fire ignited out of thin air, and as soon as the liquid came out, it was burned. This liquid seemed to be only resistant to parasitism, and it didn't have much attack power, and it wasn't fireproof—fortunately, it wasn't fireproof.
After an unknown amount of time, the shadows were finally completely burned away, and Feng Qiu also returned to her original body without tattoos, her skin was as white as fresh snow that just fell.
It's just that the wound on the shoulder wasn't healed, it was lying horizontally ferociously, no more black mist, and the scar itself was exposed, making it even more shocking.
It was only after the tattoos faded that he saw that there were still some other scars on his body. There were quite a few of them.
If he wanted the lives of those people, he had to be able to take them himself.
Feng An let go, and the boy fell limply on the ground, he was still conscious, but his condition got worse, his body covered in cold sweat, obviously the pain of being torn apart had exhausted all his strength.
In the final analysis... Without the curse, he is just an ordinary little crow.
Feng An's doing that is almost equivalent to stripping his soul at any cost.
Feng An looked down at him and asked, "How do you feel, does it hurt?"
This is nonsense, how could it not hurt?
Feng Qiu took a few long and gentle breaths, adjusted his state, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you try it?"
As soon as the words came out, I realized that my voice was unbelievably hoarse, as if I was breaking the bellows, drying the air in the stove, and the fire could not be ignited.
"That's right." Feng An nodded, agreeing with Feng Qiu's statement, "I think you were not clear-headed before, how about this time, you should be more or less sober."
Fengqiu: "..."
He didn't answer, and asked Feng An weakly again: "You just said that killing people pays for their lives, whose life is paid for?"
He waited for Feng An to ask back, and waited for him to say, 'I will pay you back, would you like it? ’, he can say yes, he—he might as well die if he lives like this.
Things have come to this, no matter how much you say, you will become the loser's begging for mercy, and you can't escape if you influence him. In the end, Feng Qiu hopes that she can die with a little dignity.
However, Feng An didn't ask any more questions. It took him a lot of energy to strip off the curse of the wordless stele just now. With the threat of the wordless stele gone, he couldn't hold it anymore. He had to finish all his work as soon as possible. want to do.
Feng An twitched the corner of her mouth weakly at Feng Qiu: "What do you think?"
Fengqiu: "You—"
Ya Yu caught a glimpse from the side, and immediately became anxious: "Commander Feng!"
He felt panic, as if he was about to lose something very important, but he didn't know how to deal with it.
The development of the matter was completely out of Feng Qiu's control, and a force surged out of his body that was already difficult to move, struggling to sit up, reaching for Feng An's clothes, and questioning him: "You What are you going to do?"
But both of his arms were broken, he couldn't use any strength, and he couldn't lift them up at all. He was very close, but he couldn't touch Feng An anyway, so he could only fall back on the stone again in embarrassment. respite.
Feng An glanced at the pool of blood next to him, the pool of blood was still covered with scars caused by the cut-off water, it was motionless, there were no waves, it was as if he was already dead.
"They are so pitiful." Feng An sighed, "The death is not clear, and it didn't end well in life. After death, there must be a place to go."
The soul trapped in the blood pool cannot even go outside the wilderness. It can only stay in the unclean sea for the rest of its life, and is forced to be driven by the person who killed it.
"Feng An." Behind him, Yan Jinping called him softly.
"It's okay." Feng An didn't look back, and waved his hand, "Please, please help me look at some crow feathers."
Yayu had been squatting on the reef like a quail before, listening to the conversations of several people, but now seeing that the situation was about to slide in a very bad direction, she couldn't squat anymore, and flew towards Fengqiu like an arrow off the string. He and Feng An didn't know what they were going to do.
The nameless fear came too fast, and Crow Feather had no time to think.
However, Yan Jinping was faster than him. Hearing Feng An's words, the young man cursed secretly, frowning, and quickly appeared next to Ya Yu, standing on a rock not too far away, pinching it like a butterfly. Little crow's wing root.
Crow Feather was shocked: "What are you doing?!"
Yan Jinping: "I won't let you do stupid things."
Crow Feather: "..."
His impressions of Yan Jinping have always been complicated. On the one hand, he has long believed that he is an irresponsible villain, and on the other hand, he has just realized that he has misunderstood him for so long, and he feels very guilty for a while.
But Yan Jinping's position in his heart is of course not comparable to that of Feng An, and at this time he actually stopped him from looking for someone, and the little crow said angrily again: "It's none of your business, don't stop me!"
"Don't go." Yan Jinping said, "What do you want to do?"
Crow Feather: "Of course——"
He stopped.
In fact, he didn't know what he could do, he just rushed forward subconsciously, and now he was asked by Yan Jinping, he woke up, and suddenly felt "I'm really useless" again.
Don't even think about it, there is a golden crow on the opposite side, a... a murderous crow empowered by some kind of ghost, he is just an ordinary bird, and he only lives less than a hundred years old , even if it is promising, what use is it?
It's not his fault, he's just too young to improve.
Ya Yu stared blankly at Feng An and Feng Qiu.
If he is like Feng Qiu, if he can...
The reflection in the sea did not know when it changed, the shadow of the crow feather gradually turned into the skeleton of a young chick, half of which had sunk into the mud, with its wings spread in vain, its movements were similar to those of the bird struggling in the pool of blood. The soul of the mightiest bird is exactly the same.
He has almost sunk into the boundless deep sea.
Yan Jinping pinched the little crow's wings with two fingers. He couldn't see the expression on the crow's face, but he could see the reflection in the sea. He knew that the unclean sea was trying to seduce the most unsteady child among them, so he was cold-hearted. He ruthlessly flicked the crow's head, and said in a deep voice, "Concentrate."
Crow Feather shuddered and came back to his senses.
My mind was shaken, and I almost fell into the way of this broken place again.
The little crow drooped his head, and realized how useless he was.
Yan Jinping sighed: "I know you are worried about him, but in this situation, let alone you, even we can't intervene."
The feathers that had fallen off from Feng An's wings had almost surrounded the two of them. The flames did not distinguish between enemy and friend, and whoever touches them will die. Going in now is simply asking for death.
Besides... even if they really went in, what can they do now?
This is Feng An's doom, and others cannot help him.
Ya Yu anxiously said: "Then what should we do, should we just stand here and watch?"
Shen Lianxing lowered his head and stretched out his hand to smooth the tiny fluff on the top of the little crow's head.
"Yes." Yan Jinping squeezed the two wings of the crow feather and sighed, "The divine blood is completely separated from the body, and he... can't stop."
None of them are divine beasts. After all, their understanding of divine blood is only superficial, not as clear as that of Feng An. When they find a way to stop Feng An, he may have already finished what he has to do.
Crow Feather struggled again when he heard the words, the action was so intense that one almost doubted that he would break his wings: "Then why don't you let me watch him—watch Feng command——"
In any case, he couldn't say the word 'dead'.
"What are you talking about, who said I'm going to die?"
Feng An seemed to know what Ya Yu was going to say, and suddenly interrupted.The young man turned his back to them, waved his hands, and said relaxedly: "Don't think about it, I'm the Golden Crow. Nothing will happen."
Ya Yu didn't believe it at all, and asked subconsciously: "Really?"
Feng An didn't look back: "Really."
"What are you going to do?" Only Feng Qiu was facing him, seeing Feng An's expression clearly, "Don't make up your own mind, I don't need you to pity me!"
"Yes." Feng An knelt down and touched Feng Qiu's head, "But I did something wrong before, and now I have to be responsible."
Feng Qiu: "I don't want to be your younger brother at all!"
"Yeah." Feng An nodded to him with a calm expression, "I know."
"It was my wishful thinking at first, but now I understand."
He stopped talking nonsense, sat down cross-legged, the wings behind him were fully spread out, and the feathers condensed by divine power were all scattered in an instant, like withered flowers, rubbed into the quagmire by the strong wind that came at night.
The golden feathers caught fire in small balls and fell into the filthy water of blood.
And Feng An is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The young man stretched out his hands to Feng Qiu, obviously very close, but he didn't take the initiative, he just asked Feng Qiu: "Come?"
The young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and panicked at this moment.
Feng Qiu thought she was ready.
He used to think that he could accept winners and losers, and that he could face the consequences of failure gracefully. He thought he was fearless and afraid of nothing.
But looking at Feng An's outstretched hand now, he felt fear again.
—he dared not.
He didn't dare to accept Feng An's invitation, he was still afraid of those things that he didn't have the courage to face in the past.
"No...I..." Feng Qiu wanted to back away in fear, but her arms were useless, so she had to struggle awkwardly on the rocks, like a dying fish.
The boy curled up into a small ball on the reef, shouting too urgently, touching the wounds on his body, and coughing uncontrollably.
Feng An didn't stop, and seeing that Feng Qiu still refused, she sighed, and finally pulled him gently and firmly into her arms, and stroked the young man's soft white hair.
"Goodbye, Qiuqiu."
He bid farewell to the brother he loved so much in the past.
He is the Golden Crow. To him, the lifespan of a mortal is like the eternal sun and moon, and the fireflies dancing in the grass by the river.
But creation is always more difficult than destruction. It is still not an easy task to use the brilliance of the sun and the moon to relight the light of Liuying.
With burning flames, the feathers on the wings separated from Feng An's body little by little.
The light dimmed after its peak.
The fire feathers fell to the ground one after another, as if a grand firework meteor had been ignited.
The author says:
...Feng An is fine!I had a premonition in advance that I was going to be scolded, anyway, it was almost over, and there was another update at nine o'clock today (.
----
It's almost over, let's talk about Feng An.
The image of Feng An combines the image characteristics of Jinwu, Phoenix, and Suzaku, which can be said to be a collection of divine birds.
He is a beast, he didn't care about anything before, and he has a bad personality and is not popular.It's rare to bet on someone once, and it gets too deep if you are not careful.
Feng An has lived for a long time. When he didn't care about anything, he felt that the world belonged to him. Later, he became concerned, and didn't know how to treat others well. He just wanted to give the other party what he had, but ignored Feng Qiu's wrong place. , he thinks this matter is his responsibility, and of course he has to deal with it.
But Feng Qiu made such a big mistake, it doesn't make any sense to simply kill him.
It's just killing, anyone can do it, but there are some things that only Feng An can do.
Feng An's Qiuqiu died long ago.
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