Ten.

This "man" sat on a sloping rock beside the mountain road, with silver hair and silver robes, and a silver glittering piano on his lap, which was incredibly beautiful in the evening sunset.

The reason why he put double quotation marks before the word "human" is because although he has a human form, he must not be a human being.

And the reason why he is said to be more deceptive than the sound of the piano he plays in his hand is because of the charm of his form, which I am afraid that no one in the world can match.

It is a form formed by the flow of the wind and the transparent glassy grains of sand.

I don't know what it is, so nothing, so ethereal, the whole person sits there like a layer of crystal flickering mist. Therefore, every line of the whole body is as smooth as the rhythm, in the subtle flow of the air out of the changes, from time to time to conjure up his subtle and charming postures, but also because of the crystal clear of those sand grains, so a little change in light, can make his whole body flow with the movement of waves of brilliant colors, really people at a glance, can not take their eyes off at all.

This kind of beauty, gorgeous to the extreme, seems very unreal.

Therefore, it is more deceptive than anything real.

So at first sight, instead of making me feel amazed and obsessed, I suddenly felt my pores stand up one by one, and I can't help but shiver.

This small emotional revelation made him immediately aware of it.

The sound of the piano in his hand stopped abruptly, and he threw the piano, which was as empty as his body, into the air, and in the moment it dissipated with the wind, his figure flashed, and he was standing outside the car window. Before I could react, his hand tapped lightly on the windowpane, then lowered his head and peered into the window with his eyes that could not distinguish the pupils at all.

He was watching me, his eyes sparkling like the tips of two tiny knives.

So even though there was a layer of glass between me and him, I don't know what the psychological effect was, I could clearly feel his breath penetrating the glass like fine grains of sand, blowing layer by layer onto my face, scraping my face like sandpaper.

Later I realized that this was not my delusion.

It feels real.

I immediately wanted to reach out to cover my face, but I found that I couldn't move my hand at all.

Their perception was out of my control, and I could only look at them, completely unable to control them. To make matters worse, when I struggled with all my strength to keep my head out of my head, trying to avoid the rough breathing, I saw that the young man maintained the movement he had just restrained Yan Xiaofeng, leaning sideways against the back of the chair, motionless as if his whole body was frozen, and he sat still.

Apparently the thing outside controlled the movement, and it was controlled more thoroughly than me.

God, what kind of character is this, even the behavior of the underworld can be controlled??

Before I could be surprised, suddenly there was a creak of Kerala on the window pane beside me, and then a fist-sized opening opened up, causing a cold temperature that did not belong to this season to blow in from outside.

"The ...... of the Immortal in the Well of Hades" followed in a low voice.

After twisting the remaining glass on the window frame, the "sandman" slowly moved his gaze to his face as if he had just discovered the existence of the Immortal Child, and said something to himself.

Receiving no response from the Underworld, he smiled, leaned forward, and reached out of the window into his hand.

The fingers are slender and soft, as if they have no bones, and they sway and undulate when the wind blows gently. But the moment he touched the face of the young man, he suddenly stood up as hard as a steel knife, and gently scraped the face that I had carefully depicted, and I saw that beautiful face was torn apart like glass in an instant.

Revealing a skull as crystal clear as the body of the "sand man", seeing this, the "sand man" slumped half of his body through the window, swayed and floated in front of the underworld, holding his skull with both hands and staring at it for a moment.

Then he lowered his head close to his ear and sighed softly to him: "It's really beautiful, but it's also really cunning, hiding in the breath of a dying person into the mountain, this way is really easy for me to find, Childe......"

"False praise, thanks to the mountain god, you can afford it. Although his body couldn't move, he could still laugh.

Although it didn't make much difference whether he smiled or didn't smile when he turned back into a skeletal face, the words with a smile were still clear and moving, so moving that the "Sandman" shoulders trembled slightly, and then brushed the hair from his forehead and held the perfectly contoured skull again: "Why don't you give me this bone?"

"Don't dare, my old bones, where did the creation come from can be worthy of the aura of the Divine Monarch raised from heaven and earth. ”

The "Sandman" smiled again, didn't say anything, just sank his body, and pressed down on the young man.

I felt a chill at this action.

Because I know what that means.

This is almost exactly the same as the situation when Sister Qiu Mei wanted to possess me, so could it be that this "sand man" called the mountain god by the Underworld wants to go to the body of the Underworld and then take his bones for himself?

I can't help but feel hot when I think of this.

In an instant, I don't know where the thoughts and impulses suddenly came from, and without thinking, I bit the tip of my tongue and opened my mouth to spit the hot stream that rushed out of the wound towards the "sandman" who was close at hand and didn't pay attention to me at all.

But immediately regretted it after throwing up.

I heard that the blood on the tip of the tongue can ward off evil spirits, but I forgot that this "sand man" seems to be a god.

How could God be afraid of the slightest human blood?

In fact, as I expected, the blood was useless.

When it landed on the Sandman, it left almost no trace except for a little red thread, but it caused him to glance at me from the side of his head, and the cold gaze pierced my face again, but this time I could not turn my head away, for he waved his hand and pressed it against my neck, forcing me to be pressed almost entirely into the back of the chair.

Then the fingers tightened.

The thin fingertips were at first almost so soft that they felt nothing, but within a moment they tensed and pressed like five steel bars straight into my throat, causing the blood pressure in my head to reach the top of my head, and I felt that with a little more effort, I could push the blood in my brain and my two eyeballs straight out of my skull without much effort.

And as if to confirm my thoughts, at the same time, I heard a snapping sound in my ears.

Crackling sounds.

At one point, I thought my head had been blown up by the "sandman", but after a moment of relaxation in my throat, the rapid drop in intracranial pressure made me quickly realize that the sound was coming from the chair of the Underworld.

A very thick leather seat, leaning against the side of me that suddenly opened a huge opening.

It was so big that the wrist of the young man had enough free room to stretch, so it was only a slight sideways, and his hand that was originally stagnant on the top of Yan Xiaofeng's head slid down, and when he reached Yan Xiaofeng's chest, he flicked his fingers, and saw Yan Xiaofeng's body bent, constricted into a ball like a shrimp, and then lay on the bottom of the car and coughed.

Coughed so much that I almost coughed up my lungs, if the ghost had lungs.

But coughing and coughing, there was something he coughed out.

It was a dull blue light.

When Yan Xiaofeng was coughing the most, a sudden howl shot out from the back of his neck and crashed straight into the palm of the Underworld.

Seeing this, the "sandman" jumped up, threw me away, and flew towards him again.

But there's still no time.

Before his fingertips touched the cheek of the Underworld again, he saw that the side of the Immortal Child's shoulder, with such a gentle force, raised his hand and let go, and impartially stabbed the blue light into the body of the "Sandman".

Such a crystal clear, almost beautiful body, saw that it was shattered like this, easily, like a piece of smashed glass, suddenly shattered in the air, and due to the excessive speed, at the moment of shattering, bloomed a dazzling light like Mars.

Turn the tide in seconds.

It made my mind go blank, and I could barely feel the pain on the tip of my tongue.

Until I heard Yan Xiaofeng ask again in a daze: "...... Who the hell are you......"

I woke up with an inexplicable sense of joy.

Immediately, there was a sharp pain from the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed his saliva vigorously in pain.

Pain is refreshing.

So I quickly noticed that the thing that had pierced the sandman's body was still in Hades' hand, and it gradually faded from the blue light all over the body, revealing its original appearance.

It was a short knife about half an arm long, and it looked very similar to a sword.

It's very old, so the shape is extremely simple, and the whole body is rusty. The blade on the side was even more like it had been gnawed by a mouse, pitted and worn quite badly.

If I had seen it in normal times, I might not have looked at it a second time, but it was such an inconspicuous thing, and the power of stabbing that "sandman" to pieces in an instant was really amazing.

But how could such an amazing weapon be hidden in Yan Xiaofeng's soul?

When he thought of this, he suddenly saw Yan Xiaofeng, who was originally looking at the young man, and suddenly pulled two necklines hard, and then muttered something, slapped his hands on the chair, clasped his ten fingers, and trembled.

It seemed to be chilling, but his face was so red that it seemed to spurt blood, he gritted his teeth and pressed his body against the car seat for a while, and finally couldn't hold it back, looked up and asked, "Why is it so hot, the air conditioner in the car has stopped?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed, raised his hands and slapped them on the back of the chair without a head or a brain.

While shooting, he shouted: "Water! on fire, on water, on water!!" 166 Reading Network