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Through the hanging felt, the too dazzling light in the snow-capped mountains was cut several layers and shone on the bed.

There was a very deep cut on Wu Xie's neck, and his throat had been cut from the side. It was hard to imagine how he survived.

I breathed out and warmed my fingers and felt for his pulse.

Very slow and faint, like hibernation.

On the one hand, the smell of Tibetan incense is very strong, and the smell makes people a little dizzy, but it will unconsciously relax the body.

Seeing him, my nerves couldn't help but relax, and I realized that I had already stuck to Wu Xie's face.

relative?No kiss?Lady? -rogue-?

In terms of moral sense, I have run out of things here.

I traveled through the whole of China, with the most vicious intentions of forbearance and harm, and pretended to be innocent and said that I just wanted to see him.

What if you can see it?

I lay on the side of the bed, looking at the round head that had just grown a layer of green skin.

Hehe, the head is quite round and iron.

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Hades rides the corpse.

I know that this thangka is indeed a peerless religious artwork.

However, I never thought that the King of Hades is real.

I asked: "Excuse me, does this have any direct relationship with restoring memory?"

The blue-robed Tibetan looked at me and said bluntly, "You said that through that method, you can recover."

I didn't understand, "What, what to do?"

The Tibetan looked at me and said, "Sacrifice."

I looked at the Thangka, pointed at the King of Hades, "To this one?"

"Every once in a while, we will sacrifice a female, as the lower body of Hades, so that it can move," the blue-robed Tibetan said, "It will help us guard the bronze door."

What door?I started to feel dizzy, "So... what the hell is Hades?"

Tibetans said: "It's not a thing. It was transformed and used by our ancestors. It is a creature from another world."

I reacted for a long time, and then I said to your mother, is it stupid to be an old lady?Hades riding a corpse, wouldn't you let me ride you to kill me?

"You are special and not affected by the hexagonal bell, which means you are the same thing as Hades," the Tibetan explained, "and it can't ride you."

You are the same thing!

I was cursing in my heart, but my face was still polite, "Then what does this have to do with my recovery of memory?"

"Stimulation recovery," said the blue-robed Tibetan, "stimulation and repulsion can go both ways."

I thought to myself, this excitement is better than touching the switch.

"Do you have any evidence to prove that I really arranged this myself. This is too nonsense."

The Tibetan shook his head, "No. But I remember, I also raised this question at the time. You said it doesn't matter, you and Hades will not be allowed to have long-term contact in this world. Therefore, it will leave by itself."

"If you refuse and don't want to restore your memory in this way, it doesn't matter."

The blue-robed Tibetan led me into another room, where the charcoal stove was already lit, and the windows were closed, giving me a sense of warmth.

"You can think about it again," the Tibetan said, "the little lama will bring you dinner later."

I nodded and saw a notebook on the side table out of the corner of my eye.

That table should have been used as an altar table, and there were traces of five bowls and cups on closer inspection.

The notebook is a kind of thicker handwritten imitation parchment paper, and when you pick it up, there are notes falling down inside.

I looked apologetically at the Tibetan, and he said, "Oh, this is Wu Xie's."

I know that Wu Xie has the habit of keeping records and writing a diary, but the diary that can be brought here must be different from the usual one.

Of course, I haven't read it normally.

So when I bent down to pick it up, my eyes couldn't help looking at the paper.

"I still can't accept that she's dead."

I stayed for a while, and my reason told me that I couldn't watch any more.But the strokes of the thin gold font seemed to have some magical power, and it held my eyes tightly.

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Xie Yuchen looked at the information on the new phone with a half-smile.

He never denied that Ah Tou is a talent, he thought she could control all scenes.

"But she actually agreed to do a free job for Chen Mo?"

Xie Yuchen felt that the salary he paid was crying and aggrieved in Ah Tou's wallet.

"You don't understand that, don't you?" Fatty Wang's voice sounded behind him, "This is the magic of Gou Ri's love."

This is a rental house in the countryside on the outskirts of the coast, and Xie Yuchen has spent more than half a month here.

The wise and supreme Boss Xie thought for a while when he heard the words, and then nodded slightly.

Atou's unimaginably failed love is completely different from Chen Mo's love, and it can even be said to be the complete opposite.

At first, according to Xie Yuchen's character, he would not bless Wu Xie and Amo, but he may have softened his heart over the years, and he doesn't think Amo is so scheming anymore.

Xie Yuchen even thought of Er Yuehong and his wife.

Under the protection of the second master, Mrs. Hong is always docile and soft, and even Chen Pi Asi is softened by her kindness.

She knew that she was burdened by illness, but she had been struggling for so many years to live longer.Countless people know the truth, how can there be love before the long hospital bed?

But she is not afraid that the second master will not want her, because she will not seek death because the second master loves her or not. She lives for her own love, and she chooses to die for her own love.

Chen Mo is not Mrs. Hong, but they are indeed similar in some ways.

And Wu Xie happened to be someone worthy of entrustment.

It's this kind of rare encounter that makes Ah Tou willing to help her.

"Xiuxiu has already arrived at that village?"

Xie Yuchen nodded, "We should be with the Wang family."

That village is in a very remote mountain, and there are countless species of black-haired snakes buried underground.

The Wang family is not good at robbing tombs, so they will definitely find someone to trap the lama.No matter how weak Xiuxiu's strength is, she is better than Jiaye Luzi.

Wu Xie has already processed these snakes, and the Wang family will let the kid named Li Cu read the extracted pheromones.

"Is that girl Xiuxiu okay?" Fatty Wang asked, "I still don't feel at ease when I say it."

Xie Yuchen turned off his mobile phone, looked at the ceiling of the cheap rental house, and changed his sigh into a chuckle for a while, "I believe her."

The fat man cursed, "It's all the same words, a virtue."

Xie Yuchen pointed out, "Xiuxiu is much better than Chen Mo."

"By the way," he tilted his head, "What is Wu Xie planning to tell Chen Mo?"

The fat man chuckled, "Yun Cai and I stuffed all the messy notes written innocently in the past few years into his notes. Put them in the temple, and with her observation skills, she can see them as soon as I go."

"Oh?" Xie Yuchen became interested, he could do nothing during this time of feigning death, he was so boring, "What did you write?"

"Hypocritical literature," the fat man spread his hands, "Yun Cai and I are fighting each other, so we didn't even read it."

Xie Yuchen wrinkled his nose and complained, "How did you know it was hypocritical literature without reading it."

The fat man was complacent, "Anyway, I just told her that when she was naive or a really naive, fledgling stunner, she was fascinated by a woman, and she was a fascinated man. Give her whatever she wants... ..."

Xie Yuchen had already started laughing.

"As a result, that vixen won't recognize anyone when he lifts his trousers," the fat man slapped his thigh, "Our Comrade Xiao Wu has been deeply hurt and his temperament has changed drastically, and he has never been close to women since then. Until..."

Xie Yuchen was about to burst out laughing.

The fat man spread his hands, "If the memory can't be recovered, then there is still an excuse for what happened before, and it can be regarded as the second spring of innocence. If it is recovered, it can also prove that he is as good as a jade. Anyway, I can only save him here .”

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I was lying on the felt, and the weird corpse-incense from the incense burner beside me was permeating.

The day before yesterday, I shamelessly peeped at Wu Xie's notes, and I couldn't help thinking about the things I read.

I spent a lot of effort to confirm his handwriting, confirm the time of writing, and confirm whether the date of Amo's death he wrote coincides with the time of my amnesia.

Damn, if this is the case, this dog food will be delicious.

But the notes seemed to have been artificially deleted and changed. I thought this was a bit bad, so I slapped the lamas in the temple sideways during dinner.

"If a person has emotions in order to be hurt, then implanting emotions will be a very clever method." The blue-robed Tibetan explained.

I know about the five so-called "love hormones", some of which can be forced to be secreted by the environment, and some of which need time and a sense of tranquility.

If emotions can be manipulated at all, then both parties must have certain qualities.

"I'm a master of campus anti-PUA," I said, "but I can probably understand what you mean."

The lama may not know pua, but he did not express any doubts, but took it for granted, "Mr. Wu believes that an overly strong bond is created between two people, which will make it extremely easy to lose control when getting along."

was created?I frowned, "Is that what he said?"

The lama shook his head, "No, Mr. Wu's original words are that once he meets someone he can rely on, he will become cowardly. Now he can't be cowardly."

So I can't control that much anymore, anyway, getting here in this life is already a great miracle of life, even if we want great harmony later, it's enough.

It may be a little impulsive to say, but because I was worried that I would really be eliminated by the Great Harmony, I met Wu Xie for the last time before the start of this sacrifice.

It's cold here.

It is said that there was a huge avalanche a few years ago, which almost completely buried Cambalo, so they moved their nest deep into the snow mountain.

And the direction of Nowo is the direction of the cracks in the snow mountain.

Originally, the sacrificial ceremony was carried out in the room covered with felt, but because I can't become a moving corpse, I am now lying on a stone bridge in a crack in the mountain.

It is said that if you go further in, there is a bronze door at the end of the gravel beach.

Too bad I can't see it now.

Because I want to reproduce the state of sacrificial female corpses, I dripped blindness potion in my eyes, and all limbs and joints were removed.

The medicine in the strong Tibetan incense gradually paralyzed my cold and aching skin, and my spirit floated in the clouds as if I had taken Valium.

I was still trying to perceive everything around me, but in a trance, I didn't know that my limbs had bent back strangely.

Maybe at this moment I am like a big spider, or a humanoid monster in European and American horror movies.

And that invisible creature called Hades was just above my head.

As I was thinking this way, I suddenly felt as if a sledgehammer had been hit hard in the depths of my head, and with a "buzz", every neuron resonated.

It felt like running head-to-head into someone on the other track in the 50-meter sprint.If there is a soul in this world, it must be splashed along with the brain.

I remembered the last time I saw him before my consciousness dived deep under the slam.

In the sun, I kissed his forehead.

The author has something to say:

Kissing the forehead represents blessing, pity and forgiveness.

Phenylethylamine (which also produces tension), which gives the illusion of falling in love.

多巴胺过多的人，更倾向于发现偶然事件的含义，并且无中生有地拼凑出意义与模式。感谢在2020-10-2412:36:33~2020-10-2820:52:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of wind when the boat is broken;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!