beg for chivalry

It was still dark.

In this pitch blackness, Jinwu didn't know whether he had his eyes closed or open, and it was even difficult to determine his own life or death.It's just that the darkness reassures him, and he feels that this dark expanse is not only like a womb wrapped in a child, but also like a dusty underground where the soul rests.

Gradually, he heard the sound of crumbling and decaying buildings, the bones and bones of countless houses were reduced to ashes in the raging fire, and the mournful cries pierced through the sky and pierced his ears.Immediately, the gradually recovered consciousness surged up little by little, and the pain spread to all the limbs and bones, as if the body had been hacked by a knife and an axe, and there was no pain everywhere.The sword tore through the skin, the fire scorched a pitch-black scar, and the blood flowed under the body like a small stream, sinking into the ground.

Jin Wu opened his eyes, vaguely aware that he was lying under the charred ruins.The hot wooden pillar was lying above him, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.He was picked up by Zuo Buzheng and thrown in. He had been in a coma for a long time, and now he was lying crookedly, his body was so painful that he could hardly move.When he turned his head, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the broken corpses on the ground, including those of travelers who had no time to escape, and those of assassins waiting for heaven.

"……you're awake."

Someone whispered in the dark.Jin Wu raised his sore neck, only to realize that someone was sitting beside him.

"I've been thinking since just now, is it better to let you die, or to let you live?" The man panted, as if he couldn't understand the injury. "But before I could figure out the answer to this question, you woke up. It's really not the time, Jin Wu."

A ray of fire came out from the gaps in the charred wood, falling on the man's face, it was bright red, like a puddle of blood.

The Golden Crow recognized him, and said angrily:

"Yan... nine changes."

The Cloaked Ghost leaned against the gravel, laughing lowly.The brocade clothes on his body were dirty and torn, and stained with blood.He used the silkworm thread to attack Zuo Buzheng just now, but he didn't want to be pulled by her, so she wrapped the silver thread into a long whip and smashed him into the ground.

At this time, both of them were seriously injured, and they just happened to meet in this underground place. It is hard to say whether it was a coincidence, or a joke deliberately played by the heavens to play tricks on them.

"You...do you still want to kill me?" Jin Wu closed his eyes, turned his head, and said intermittently, with blood overflowing from his mouth.At this moment, he was unable to get up, so he could only lie down limply.

Yan Jiubian looked at the ray of fire above his head, and sighed with wistfulness mixed with his panting: "I really want it, very much."

He hated it for too long. Ever since the happy bell rang that day, he had engraved his hatred for Jin Wu in his heart day and night.He hated why Jin Wu didn't help him when he was the most helpless and desperate, hated why Jin Wu was favored by the left host and God's protection and shelter, hated how they were in love with each other back then, and also hated the current situation Same stranger.

"Anyway, it doesn't have to be my turn, you will die too." Yan Jiubian lowered his head and said softly, "We are both going to die, today is our death day."

Jin Wu was silent for a moment, and said, "People are always going to die." Either they turned into dust and fell into the ground, or they turned into fly ash and flew into the wind.

Yan Jiubian smiled bitterly, and looked at him with more sarcasm: "But you don't want to die so soon, I can see that. You want to kill Zuo Louzhu, don't you? Before that, you will do everything Come out."

A silence fell between the two.At the same time, the sound of swords and swords intertwining outside the Jiao Ruins became more and more noisy, like a pot of boiling water.Jin Wu thought silently in the chaos, it must be the Houtianlou assassin who came, otherwise the Wumeng disciples outside would not be fighting so hard, screaming so loudly, and mixing together.

"Now...I can...can't do anything." Jin Wu moved his arm slightly, only to feel a sharp pain, he gasped and said, "Hey, Shui Jiu, is there a way out here?"

"There is one place." Yan Jiubian frowned, looking at the gap above his head.If you stay here for a long time, you may be burnt to ashes, but if you climb out, you will be killed immediately by Zuo Buzheng.Now he can be regarded as the traitor of Houtianlou, and Yasha is just as cruel to him.

Jin Wu closed his eyes, heard a disturbed sound coming from afar, and asked: "Is there an assassin from Houtianlou coming outside?"

The Clothes Ghost moved his body with difficulty, looked out from the ashes, and immediately laughed at himself, saying: "Yes, the important figures from the Ministry of Fire and the Ministry of Gold are here. Were you stopped by Jin Yi when you came? He just picked up a few offal from the gold department, and then tripped your hands and feet. Oh, it's really ugly."

Jin Wu blinked tiredly, but did not speak.

Yan Jiubian stretched his neck, squinted his eyes to see the scene outside, his face was quite serious. "...we can't get out."

"Why?" Jin Wu asked.

The Cloaked Ghost's face was covered with thin sweat, and his cheeks were pale. "Maybe it's because of the orders from the left master... Outside, there are many Jinbu assassins surrounding the exit."

Judging from the vaguely glimpsed scene, as long as the two of them took a step out of the pile of ashes covering their heads, they would be served by dozens of swords.But before that, both of them could barely move, and could only wait to die in this charred ruins.

After hearing Yan Jiubian's words, Jin Wu sneered, and said, "It seems that the left is not upright, but I am in a very good mood. I want to give you a welcome from the sidewalk, and I will prepare you a great gift for going out."

"You don't need this gift." Yan Jiubian said.

"It's rare that the two of us... thought of one place." Jin Wu sneered.

The laughter seemed to drag them back into the cold and speechless situation.Yan Jiubian lowered his head.For a while, the two of them were silent, and after a long time, Yan Jiu said slowly:

"Jin Wu, do you still remember that after you left Shizhadi, when Jin Yi registered every new Houtianlou assassin and passed down the Zuozhuzhu's will, we drew it from the lottery on the Taoist altar? Is it a wooden sign?"

"...Remember." Jin Wu murmured.

Of course he remembered.That is the ceremony that every Houtianlou assassin will experience when entering the building. Everyone will draw a wooden stick from the stick. The signature is "death sign", on which is written the final death method that each person deserves.It is said that this was written by Master Zuo after gaining a glimpse of God's will. It is extremely effective, and the expected score is not bad.

The Cloaked Ghost smiled coldly, "Do you know what death lottery I drew?" He looked at the sky and said slowly, "The lottery I drew was 'face cracked'. So I knew it from then on, When I died, I must have been completely unrecognizable and a miserable image. Maybe today I will die here as the sign says, with my face slashed and my body chopped into a pulp..."

There are usually only a few words on the death sign, and sometimes there are even a few blurred ink drawings. At first glance, it will make people puzzled, but after verification, they can realize the clues from it, and find that everything is exactly what Yasha said.For a ghost who lives by depriving others of their faces, this method of death is indeed a bit bleak and ridiculous.Jin Wu listened quietly to his narration, but subconsciously laughed out loud.

Yan Jiubian felt miserable in his heart, and when he heard him chuckle, his heart ached for a moment.The clothes-snatching ghost slowly moved its body on the ground, got close to Jin Wu's side, grabbed his skirt, and shouted loudly:

"What are you laughing at! Are you just gloating like this, wishing that I would die in the hands of the master Zuozhu, and be ripped off by her, and piled up until I die without my own face?"

Jin Wu laughed lowly for a while, until the laughter turned into a light cough.He glanced at the ghost who was clutching his front, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and mockingly said:

"Shui Jiu, I've advised you a long time ago... sleep less and read more."

Yan Jiubian stared at him bitterly.The two looked at each other, and there was a fierceness in each other's eyes that wanted to tear each other apart.

Luo Sha said: "The 'face cracked' written on your death sign...doesn't mean death beyond recognition."

"What does that mean!" Yan Jiubian grabbed him, his eyes were red like blood, his forehead pressed against his forehead, and he almost roared, "Say, Jin Wu! What kind of death do you think this is? What does the sentence mean?"

Jin Wu said: "This is the Buddha's words...'Face and face' is not your appearance, but your fundamental mind. It means that you have obtained the pure Dharma Eye, which means that your nature has been released."

Yan Jiubian sneered: "Innate nature? What's so good about innate nature? If I want to change any face in the world, I can do it easily and easily. If I want to be a rich businessman, I will be a rich businessman. If I want to be a prince, I will be a prince."

After he finished speaking, Jin Wu slowly shook his head, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"But you obviously just need to be yourself. Otherwise, if you die one day, even the people who visit your grave will not know your real name, and they will just treat you as another person, not you."

"What's the matter?" Yan Jiubian was upset, but he still insisted, "I don't care about the affairs behind me, I just want to live happily. Even if I borrow someone else's skin, if I can enjoy it every day If there is joy in the world, it doesn't matter if I am no longer me when I die."

Jin Wu sneered: "Since you only want to live happily, why don't you continue to be a dog whose left side is not right at your feet?"

Yan Jiubian seemed to be choking on his throat.He turned to the left and made a disobedient move, and the chain around his neck has been loosened. From then on, he is an unappreciated wild dog. Although he lives in a mess, he is also free.

"It's a strange thing." Yan Jiubian said, "I was kicked out of Houtianlou by Zuozhuzhu, but I don't feel sad."

Even though he said that, tears welled up in his eyes staring blankly.

Jin Wu said: "You shouldn't feel sad at first, and your life and death are not in her hands."

Yan Jiubian said: "No, it's in her hands. Zuozhuzhu has great powers, killing us is like trampling an ant to death..."

"That's good enough to trust her once. Yan Jiubian, do you know what my death sign is?" Jin Wu said.Yan Jiubian looked at him blankly for a long time, only listening to Rakshasa.

"My death lottery is 'a drop of blood, a drop of blood, kill the body and die'."

The Duoyi Ghost didn't know what the lottery meant, he just felt at a loss.Such a long poem is rare in the death lottery, and this lottery of Luocha sounds so mysterious that it is really difficult to understand.

Looking at the corner of the blood-red sky exposed among the pitch-black scorched wood, Jin Wu murmured.

"Zuo Buzheng, she said, I committed suicide."

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Not finished, continue tomorrow (′Д｀)