Heartbreaker

Countless hands blocked my sickle.

I saw that Lemon was trapped, and cold power surged to my fingertips.The scythe made of dim light stretched out again, I stretched out my arms to swing, but there was a severe throbbing pain in my head, like being hit by a falling iron block.I turned my head and saw hideous faces. The bodies under the faces were like transparent rubber, gathering towards me in a crooked manner.

【Evil undead... Are you going to kill people indiscriminately again...】

Those faces twisted into dark swirls, and the slender fingers like white mist wrapped around my side, like vines growing out of control.I immediately understood - it was the soul of the dead.Although I can usually see some entities of the dead, but this time it is a little different.Their purpose was clear, to attack me, to hold me back, to yell sharply when I was about to swing my scythe.

I was squeezed in the center by these extreme ghosts, their transparent hands tightly strangled my neck and covered my mouth and nose, as if to suffocate me.They wept while stopping me, and countless phantoms, like blurred light and shadows in a kaleidoscope, shrank and swayed in front of me.

"No, no—" I shook my head violently, and said amidst their endless roars, "I want to protect my master, you don't want to stop me!"

【Your master is the devil...you are serving the devil...】

"He is not a devil, he is Lemon! My master!"

The cool voice was repeated several times chaotically, like a dense colony of ants drilling into my head.I struggled to break through the obstacles surrounded by those dead souls, and Lemon was already under the threat of cold arrows from those savages.

I raised a sickle that seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and the dead souls who grabbed my handle were lifted together with my raised arms.Their illusory bodies gave me a heavy sense of reality after touching them. I was amazed that their obsessions were so strong.The male dead souls fisted me, the female dead souls scratched my face and hair with their sharp nails, and the children, like a group of hamsters, crawled on my legs and gnawed at every part of my flesh.

[Undead, what a selfish and vicious existence.By virtue of your immortal bodies, you bond with the souls of the living.You who understand how sad death is and how precious life is, yet still wantonly slaughter...]

【Go to hell... together with your wolf-hearted master, let's be crushed to pieces by the devil's claws in the endless abyss...】

In the dimness, I seemed to see Lemon holding a knife, standing bloody in the darkness, turning his head to look at me.I called his name, he stared at me for a while, then smiled suddenly, stretched out his hand and said, "Come here, Luo."

I ran towards him, and the second I was about to touch his fingers, a pair of ferocious iron claws suddenly blocked him, blocking my vision, and tightened like a winch!

In the boundless darkness, I heard Lemon's roar and screams.

****

"Lemon!"

I flung my eyes open.

A simple and simple bedroom came into view, the walls on all sides were gray and cracked, and the paint-peeling cabinets were like two colorful maps.I shrank back, stuck my back against the raised bedpost, and subconsciously let out a scream.

At the head of the bed was a small tin horn lamp with a brown-black shade.Popolo lay on the other bed, sleeping with a haggard face, the Bible slumped across his chest.

Chichikov stepped on the creaking wooden floor, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at me. "Little Undead, are you awake?"

"Huh...huh..."

I could hear myself gasping, and my fingers were shaking stiffly.He glanced at my face, handed over an iron bottle, and said, "Grab it."

I was shaking like rice bran on a wooden sieve, and it took a lot of effort to hold the bottle steady.The hot water in the iron bottle made me much more comfortable. I pressed my cheek against the warm wall of the bottle, and it took me a long time to recover and swallow the choking in my throat.

Chichikov glanced at me, "What did you dream about? Even when you were in a coma, you kept whining. Popolo read scriptures for you all day and night, and you couldn't hold on to sleep until you calmed down... "

I glanced gratefully at the sleeping face of the black-robed monk, and asked, "Chichikov, where is Raymond?"

Chichikov smiled strangely, "Lemon? I want to ask you. The original plan was for you to follow him. But he suddenly asked Popolo to bring you into Vulture City."

I said anxiously, "Vulture City? Why did he send me here? He might encounter some danger, I should be with him!"

The old man in front of him sneered, shook his head and said, "Lymon will never let people who are slow to act together. Little Undead, you should work harder and pay more attention."

I hugged my knees, and hadn't recovered from that nightmare, "Chichikov...Lemon has been killing for revenge, right?"

The old man said, "That's the only purpose of his life."

"But I had a dream..." I swallowed hard, and said, "In the dream, Lemon will finally..."

dead.

Chichikov stared at me.

"Here." He smoked his pipe casually. "I don't think it's a big deal. Some possibility of revenge."

After a while, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a loud and clear voice said, "Damn it, it was almost done, and it's all because of that damned woman!"

The honey-haired woman rushed in furiously.Barbara was wearing a dark blue fur coat, her fair face was wrapped in soft down, and her almond eyes were piercing.

When she saw Chichikov and I who were sitting silently opposite each other, she was stunned for a moment to break the silence, "Oh, what's wrong with you two? Mind exchange? Little devil, do you feel better?"

Her voice woke me up quite a bit, "Barbara—"

"I'm here, don't call." She sat next to me, frowned delicately, stroked my forehead, and giggled, "It's okay, as usual! When Popolu carried you in You panicked like a headless chicken, I thought you had been run over a hundred times by fifty carriages!"

Chichikov said, smoking his pipe, "Not so well?"

Barbara rolled her eyes, "Oh, the deal was almost over! The boss saw me like a fly, and I could call him around like a dog with a wink— Then his big and round woman came. The mother bear first scolded that wimp, and then made an ugly face and gave me an ultimatum, telling us to leave tomorrow!"

I said in amazement, "Leave?"

Chichikov frowned, "The hotel rules in Vulture City, each guest is only allowed to stay for five days, and the lease is not allowed to be renewed."

"why is that?"

"I think it is probably to prevent vicious incidents from happening. You must know that this is not a peaceful city." Chichikov breathed out a puff of smoke, and said in a deep voice, "We must find a new residence before tomorrow."

Barbara said with distaste, "This place is so damn weird, even weirder than Huapai Town before the renovation! If it wasn't for Lymon's order, I wouldn't want to stay any longer!"

Thinking of Lemon, a certain part of his body throbbed as if being twisted.I subconsciously touched the source of the pain and found that it was the heart.

"You just woke up, little ghost." Barbara neatly tied up her thick curly hair, and said with a high air, "Go out with me to find out about the hotel, maybe you can meet Raymond!"

****

Walking out of the hotel, the damp and cold air is like water vapor blowing on the face.I put on a blindfold and looked up at the dank and gloomy sky.The sky in the north is like the level of the sea strewn with ashes, hard and dry gray blue, a bit like Chichikov's eyeballs.

As soon as you go out, there is a narrow and noisy market.Poultry roamed the streets noisily, and children played around the thatch piles and wells in the corners of the streets.The hot air overflowing from the boiler condensed into a dry and cold white mist, and the people passing by poured out a dark and dirty color, like water soaking dirty clothes.

This environment is not unfamiliar to me, even familiar to the point of depression.I lived in this kind of place more than ten years ago, but I have to work in the fields every day, take care of my family, and rush to the exchange to exchange food and coins at dusk...

But now it is just a strange and painful memory for me.I sighed and shook my head to push the black thoughts out of my mind, feeling the cool air.

"Hi Lennon! Did your sow give birth yesterday? . . . It's a pleasure, God bless you . . . Unlike those inferior products, just rubbing them casually is like knocking over a paint bottle...Fern, your business today is also good, this smells very fragrant..."

I followed in Barbara's footsteps and watched her greet people around familiarly, just like greeting old friends who have been away for many years, and occasionally gave a charming smile when those men praised her.

"Oh, what an embarrassment~ You are so polite!"

She took a package from a boss with a smile on her face, walked over, and handed me a delicious paper package, "Here, little ghost. This is roasted potato, sprinkled with salt and chili powder, it will smell you tongue."

"Thank you." I didn't tell her I couldn't taste anything on my tongue.I just knew I was happy and grateful, as happy and grateful to see the rose sugar and rainbow cookies that Lemon handed me.

Holding the hot yam, she bit off a piece of soft and sticky yam, chewed it carefully in her mouth, and murmured, "It's like two worlds before and after the spell..."

I said, "Barbara, have you ever met those people?"

"No." She said proudly, "So what? It doesn't affect me to display my long-suppressed charm. As long as I think about it, everyone will like me."

I said, "Is this... easy? Connecting with others..."

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Connection? Tch, it's just a dispensable thing, and some connections are so disgusting."

"But that's the basis of existence, isn't it? . . . I mean, if you think of every human being as a grain of sand, a tree, a smear of paint on paper, then everyone else is the same sand, the same tree, the same Colorful paints. Countless grains of sand gather to form a solid pagoda, countless trees form a vast forest, and overlapping paints make a blank sheet of paper into a different world. Everyone and others are the same, only after this Only a kind of cobweb-like 'connection' can be called 'existence', and can weave all kinds of..."

"Stop it, you're giving me a headache!" Barbara said impatiently, "Tell that crazy monk about this, I don't want to hear it!"

I stopped with a wry smile.I understand that she can't understand me, just like I can't understand the world.It is impossible for a living person to understand the feelings of a resurrected dead person. My footprints in the world in the past were also covered by thick snow.

I'm afraid I'll never find a trace of the past again.

****

"It's the Exile Squad!" Barbara's voice suddenly became excited.She pulled me to the front of the crowd, smiled and bent her beautiful eyes, and urged me, "Hurry up, little devil! Maybe Lemon is here too!"

I was busy apologizing to everyone who got in my way, and Barbara looked at me unbearably, "Oh, Satan, are you really the undead chosen by Lemon?"

"...?"

She said helplessly, "Why did that stinking bastard choose you?"

I was taken aback, "I don't know."

She stared at me for a while, then said with a half-smile, "Maybe I just fell in love with your pretty face."

We squeezed forward, and the clatter of horseshoes came from the left and right.On the right side, the heavy gate of the city opened suddenly, and a group of blurred shadows came from the white ground outside.

Everyone arched their backs in the team, walking unkempt and dusty.The exile party of the twilight empire, a procession full of criminals and heretics, but all I saw on their faces was the weariness of the long journey.

A bright red shot into my eye hole, hurting me.Lemon rode on the horse, and for some reason, followed the exile team to swagger through the city-although "swaggering" was his favorite way, it was like being locked in a well for many years, suddenly freed, and had to declare to the world "I come out "was as arbitrary.

And the team on the left is very different from the exile team on the right.I saw an ice-blue banner with a lifelike and vigorous white lion tattooed on it, and its sharp eyes seemed to be able to pierce everything.Under the banner is a team of knights in silver armor, with simple and neat camellia patterns melted on the armor, and the breastplate on the chest is polished to a bright light.

The knights rode tall and strong horses, with their heads held high, like a mighty river sparkling with silver light.

The leading knight took off his helmet, "Lymon Bone Spur?"

Lymon said, "Oh, has my reputation spread so far?"

"The notoriety of being one in a million, if I wouldn't be as proud as you." The tall knight said coldly, took out a few wanted lists from the quiver, and shook them in his hand, "You killed Gesen Renssel and Head Van Went, your wanted list is all over Twilight Empire, including here—”

"So, didn't I come?" Lemon laughed, and I could see that he was really happy to the extreme.

The knight took back the wanted list calmly, and asked, "Where is the leader who should be in charge of the team?"

Lymon unwrapped the package at his waist, took out the head and shook it, and said, "I chopped off the running dog of the Twilight Empire."

I heard a gasp coming from the crowd, and the knight said, "Sin is worse."

"It's up to you. If I can meet the leader, I won't be as knowledgeable as a young man." Clement shrugged.

The man said coldly, "Perhaps you are only worthy of seeing a 'little guy' like me."

"Don't worry, when I see your officer, the first thing I will do is let him kick over the chair under your buttocks, and make you look up at my face and bark." Lemon whistled, got off his horse, and let the others The soldier cuffed his wrists.

I also saw Raig, Eminem, and Ayer in the exiles—they followed Lemon.Thinking of Chichikov's words, I lowered my head, a trace of unwillingness growing from the bottom of my heart.

The exiled team was guarded by the Cavaliers and marched from the right to the royal city on the left.I have been gazing at the back of Lemon not far away.His shoulders moved, and then he looked back indifferently - at that moment I thought he was watching me, then he twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile and looked away.

Barbara scolded with a smile, "Damn brat, I found a good place to live with those three cripples!" She said a few steps away, "Let's go, what are you still doing, you little ghost. Don't procrastinate!" It's gone."

I took a step forward and was about to walk to her when I suddenly saw a shadow in the crowd.

****

—Hey, where are you going? !

Barbara's voice faded behind me.I ran at full speed, eagerly squeezing through the surging crowd, not even thinking about apologizing, all I wanted was to catch up to that shadow, grab her arm, and call her name.Her name rolled between my teeth, and memories about her surged in my mind. The "thread" that belonged to her became tighter and tighter with my footsteps, almost making my eye sockets ache——

I thought I would never see her again.

Feline.

The author has something to say: Ben Tuo: Laimeng, take care of yourself, my wife is about to be abducted. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Lemon: Chop it up.

Luo: ——? ! ! QQ

Lemon: Oh, I didn't mean to chop you up... Be good and don't cry.