Lie Huo Jiao Chou

As Bi Chunsheng's words fell, strings of sacrificial rites suddenly flew out from the ground on the roof of the building, entangled Sheng Lingyuan like shackles.

The lightning flashing across the sky from time to time made people's eyes hurt, and the silhouettes of people who were frightened or terrified were all frozen in the pale light.

Bi Chunsheng's face was like a melted wax figure, all of which turned into blood and tears gushed out, but within a short time, she had shrunk to the point where only a layer of skin was left, loosely covering the bony skull.

She was half kneeling on the ground, looking like a desperate starving person.

Sheng Lingyuan restrained her smile, bent down and stroked the top of her hair, and asked, "Who do you want me to kill? Those who use the 'human face butterfly' Li to replace peaches? Kill them all, can you relieve your hatred?"

Bi Chunsheng's shriveled lips showed the shape of teeth, and her teeth chattered "clack".

Sheng Lingyuan asked again: "Then those who know the inside story but keep silent are also buried together. Can you relieve your hatred?"

Bi Chunsheng couldn't speak, his fingers tightened his clothes.

"It's still not enough, right?" Sheng Lingyuan looked at her with some distress, "What should I do with you?"

"I want...the truth to be revealed..." Bi Chunsheng said, "I want them to give me an explanation... I have tasted a thousand times the pain I have suffered, and I still want...Chi Yuan..."

Every time she said a word, a line of sacrificial oration was added to Sheng Lingyuan. Sheng Lingyuan listened very carefully until she vaguely read the last word, his face changed slightly, and he raised his eyes slowly: "Huh?"

Xuan Ji was startled for no reason, and the epee in his hand poked the ground suddenly. With his strength, he jumped into the air and jumped to the height of the three-story building. Then he kicked his toes on the wall and jumped to the top of the building.

There were dense sacrificial scriptures surging on the roof and ground. Xuan Ji slashed his sword towards the ground, and the firelight on the epee instantly pushed the sacrificial scriptures back a little, and those field workers who were trapped on the roof regained their freedom for a short time.

Xuan Ji said angrily, "Don't run away yet!"

A few field workers on the roof woke up like a dream, jumping off the building.

"I want... Chiyuan's fire to burn again..." Bi Chunsheng said inaudibly, the sacrificial rite on the ground suddenly turned blood red, nailing into Sheng Lingyuan's spine, "I..."

When she said this, her whole body suddenly twitched violently. The feet of those field workers who jumped off the building had just left the ground when a brutal wind rose from under Sheng Lingyuan's feet, roaring and blowing in all directions.

Xuan Ji who rushed forward only had time to grab Sheng Lingyuan's sleeve... He himself didn't know why he did this.

The sleeve was torn immediately, and Xuan Ji was swept away by the strong wind. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly wedged the epee into the cement on the roof, holding the hilt tightly with both hands so as not to be blown away. A flag waving in the wind.

Sheng Lingyuan's five fingers, which were gently stroking the top of Bi Chunsheng's hair, suddenly penetrated into her skull.

He straightened up and looked down at the woman who was lying on the ground. Those shackle-like sacrificial scriptures floated up from his body and cut his flesh. A line of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but a warm smile was still on his lips.

He said, "No."

"Wait!" Xuan Ji subconsciously stopped, "No..."

His words were shattered by the knife-like wind, and there was a disgusting smell of blood in the dense fog. Xuan Ji couldn't help but feel a shudder when he heard the "creak" sound of five fingers embedded in the human bone.

"I hate bondage the most in my life..."

The strong wind whipped up Sheng Lingyuan's long hair, and the sacrificial ritual on his body seemed to kill him alive. The elegant skin quickly became bloody and bloody. with bones...

And the hand with only withered bones was still firmly nailed to Bi Chunsheng's sky cap, sinking inch by inch.

The blood mist sprayed on Xuan Ji and his sword, and both the man and the sword were unavoidable.

Sheng Lingyuan tilted his head slightly, his handsome face was completely changed, and the mottled white bones could still smile, and he could still maintain his demeanor!

This situation is no longer in the human world, Xuan Ji feels that she doesn't want to watch horror movies for the rest of her life.

"You have come to touch this reverse scale."

Bi Chunsheng squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Aren't you afraid of... crushing bones... dust?"

"Ah."

"You are not afraid... soul flying... soul..."

Sheng Lingyuan laughed, it was the first time in Xuan Ji's life that she knew what it meant to be creepy, and the flame-colored lines between her brows appeared involuntarily.

The man said, "I wish I could."

After the voice fell, the roof of the building exploded with a "boom", half of the building was lifted up, and Xuan Ji was thrown out together with people and swords, and the bones that laughed loudly fell apart. Thousands of people uttered dying screams in his ears at the same time.He was temporarily deaf, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up for no reason.

Xuan Ji didn't have time to think about it, she rolled down from the roof according to her instinct, and when she landed, she picked up a field worker from the different control bureau with one hand, and rushed desperately to the distance.

The next moment, a thunderbolt exploded, and the angry divine punishment seemed to clean up all the filth. Three cities and seventeen districts and counties around the entire Chiyuan area were cut off at the same time.

81 thunderbolts struck one place at the same time, and all the surrounding plants caught fire, as if the world had been turned upside down for several rounds.

I don't know how long it took before the furious thunder stopped, and then the sky was like a leak, and a heavy rain fell.

The fire is out.

On the top of the building, the crazy woman and the crazier demon she summoned had already been reduced to fly ash, leaving not even a trace.

The resettlement site has almost become a mess of ruins, except for Xuan Ji, all living things are silent, and it is not known whether they are dead or alive.

A pair of huge wings floated up from Xuan Ji's back, protecting him in the middle, and he knelt on the ground, as if an electric drill had been stuffed into his ears.

Then, the wings disappeared, and the blood-stained epee fell beside him with a "clang".

His eyes darkened.

When Xuan Ji woke up again, she was already in the hospital.

He grinned and crawled up, feeling that something was wrong all over his body, his bones seemed to have been disassembled and reassembled... his neck was even crooked!

Xuan Ji pulled out the needle in her hand, tried to straighten her neck, recalled what happened before, and at the same time always felt that something was missing from her body.

What's missing?

wallet?

No, his wallet is similar to decorations, so it shouldn't have such a big sense of presence.

what is that?cell phone?

It seems that someone said that he will be reimbursed for a box of mobile phones...

At this moment, Xiao Zheng pushed the door and walked in carrying a very long cloth bag.

Here comes the reimbursement of the mobile phone.

Xuanji twisted his neck back to its original position with a "click", and the messy memories began to come back, and he fell to the hospital bed with a "wow" voice: "Son, dad finally saw you for the last time... hiss!"

Xiao Zheng threw the cloth bag on his hospital bed, and the single bed "creaked", and a piece fell off, Xuan Ji hurriedly rolled away: "You unfilial son-what the hell is this?"

"Your own stuff, ask me?"

Xuan Ji opened the cloth bag, and found that it was actually his epee. The sword was stained with blood, and Lao Xiao didn't even say to wipe it for him.

Xuan Ji froze for a moment, twisted his neck uncomfortably, and suddenly understood where the strange feeling on his body came from—why didn't the sword automatically return to his back?

Director Xiao pulled a chair, slumped up tiredly, and rubbed his face vigorously: "The gloomy sacrificial text disappeared, and we didn't find Bi Chunsheng's body."

Xuan Ji temporarily put the sword aside: "Are there any casualties?"

"Six of them were seriously injured in the field work. The others were fine. They were all minor injuries. No one was killed. When the building collapsed, there were two people who were relatively close to each other. You picked them out, count..." Xiao Zheng paused, " Luckily in misfortune."

"Let's skip the lucky part first," Xuan Ji waved his hand, "Let's talk about the bitter wind and rain. What's the situation now?"

"We... just confirmed the identity of the living sacrifice." Xiao Zheng threw a pack of cigarettes into Xuan Ji's arms, "When Bi Chunsheng was doing field work in the Security Department, he especially liked to contact those who were rescued by her. We will deal with the aftermath Doesn’t the work often have to erase the memory of witnesses? Usually, instruments and drugs are used, but they are more or less harmful. Compared with her special ability, she is gentler—to establish an emotional connection with the target first, Then slowly sort out their memories during the conversation, trivial is a little trivial...but she may not find it troublesome."

Xiao Zheng paused: "I don't think these are her duties, but what she likes to do the most."

This used to be her belief and the meaning of all her persistence.

"Those saved by her have kept in touch with her for a long time after modifying their memories." Xiao Zheng said, "Bi Chunsheng has an address book..."

Xuan Ji then said: "Now the people above are either dead or missing."

Xiao Zheng smiled bitterly: "It seems that you guessed it."

Xuan Ji asked: "How did she do it? Didn't she use that ghost butterfly?"

"No, the voice used." Xiao Zheng said, "There is no need to meet, or even make a phone call, just one voice is enough. Have you noticed that her special ability affects everyone differently, and she is hostile to her If you are nervous and on guard, you will not be easily influenced by her. When you do something, if she shouts something at you, it will only make you hesitate for a few seconds. When she modifies the memories of strangers, she should chat first to get closer to each other. After gaining initial trust, repeated repetitions will be effective... But those who have known her for many years and have a particularly deep relationship, she can kill them with a single voice."

The moment a person dies, many illusions are shattered, and the victim realizes that he was killed for no reason by the person he trusted the most.

The resulting great resentment just became the nourishment for the gloomy sacrifice.

"When we found the corpses of her family members, they were lying quietly on their own beds," Xiao Zheng said. "The bodies had already rotted, and there were blood-stained sacrifices on the walls and the ground. The sacrifices covered up the smell of the corpse. The neighbors They didn’t find out. Her lover’s body was not rotted because he was parasitized by butterflies... It may be that when his head was split open, the murderer was so excited that a corner of the sweater was torn.”

Xuan Ji said vaguely, "The seaweed is green."

"what?"

Xuan Ji shook her head wearily.

"Her son and mother were covered with quilts, and there were traces of lying down next to her lover's body." Xiao Zheng took two puffs of cigarettes into his lungs before continuing, "Since then... maybe from eight She has been crazy since years ago. Otherwise, so many innocent people would not have been killed."

When she found out that her mother and son were not parasitized, she probably would no longer be able to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Humans cannot face this truth.

She could only convince herself that those were not real people.

For eight years, she couldn't distinguish between nightmares and reality, and wondered whether the relatives around her were fake walking dead every moment.The comrades-in-arms who depended on each other for life and death turned out to be behind the scenes, so isn't her belief and what she decided to fight for her whole life a ridiculous scam?

"They are not innocent people in her eyes," Xuan Ji said suddenly, "At that time, she should have thought that they were all butterfly hosts."

Everyone has to live in their own story, the story of struggle, the story of love, the story of warmth and plainness... even the story of revenge has its ins and outs.

This allows people to have ideas, to have a purpose, and to make every day meaningful.

But for Bi Chunsheng, everything about her was broken, and she fell into the deepest abyss.

Only there can her voice be heard by the evil spirits sleeping at the bottom of Chiyuan Valley.

This is probably the meaning of Renzhu throwing away "everything".

The two were silent for a while, and Xuan Ji thought of something again, and asked, "Where is the little boy parasitized by the butterfly?"

"Alive, the operation was successful." Xiao Zheng said, "Now I can't hide the butterfly, maybe this is her purpose. But where did the butterfly parasitic on him come from, why is he, Bi Chunsheng is How did you know about the gloomy festival...we don't know about it. Bureau Huang has been called away, and he hasn't come back yet...I..."

Xuan Ji understood, and raised her hand to pat Director Xiao on the shoulder.

Xiao Zheng stubbed out the cigarette butt, before he could speak, the phone rang again, he picked it up, only had time to speak to Xuan Ji in a hurry, and was called away again.

There was no sound in the single ward, Xuan Ji sat alone beside the bed, contemplating for a moment, his eyes fell on his epee——