The slender and tough silk thread sank deep into the place where the fingers of Yutong Shiai's right hand connected to the palm, and blood seeped through it, dripping down the fingers that were still bent and did not let the silk thread leave. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoEven though the silk thread has cut the flesh and is in close contact with the bones and joints, Yutong Shiai still firmly pulls it.

He held the ground with his left hand, pulled the silk thread with his right hand, lowered his head, and frowned at Fu Siji, who had fallen under him with a calm face. Blood dripped from his knuckles onto the girl's face, slid down the girl's clean face, and then soaked in the other's long white hair.

"What's the matter, Father, didn't you say that if you see your mother, you'll understand?"

The girl's blood-red eyes looked at Yutong Shiai, both of them were too calm, Yutong Shiai was slightly out of breath because of the violent assault, he looked at the girl under him, and the hand blocking the silk thread tightened a little.

"It's bothering me to make decisions like this, Fusi."

"It's not my own decision, it's our decision."

Fusi took the initiative to loosen the silk thread that strangled Yutong Shiai's right hand, and held Yutong's Shiai's hand with distressed hands. The four fingers were about to be broken, and it looked like even the joints had been cut open. The girl opened her mouth lightly and blew, like coaxing a child, and she felt uncomfortable in the ten hearts of Yutong.

"But ......"

"Father."

Fu Siji interrupted him again, her face reflecting the light emitted by the red and blue pillars of light around her, looking psychedelic. There seemed to be a sense of determination on the girl's face.

"The meaning of the seven of us here, before we turn back into puppets, is to help my father express his truest emotions in his heart. No matter what decision we make, whether we refuse or accept, we all want to be able to give our mother an answer. Being able to feel the death of the red candle and the wind, the night knife also trusted us, and gave up their bodies one after another. The same goes for Bai Xi and Yuqi, whom you haven't met. This is our determination, our willingness. But that's what we expect from you. ”

"I told Nightknife that I would try to accept you as daughters...... But now you are dying for me......"

"It's not death, it's just a return to ......"

"I know!"

Yutong Shiai interrupted it, his right thumb grasped the other party, and the darkness in his eyes swelled up little by little.

"I know, but isn't that the same? Fusi, it's not a question of whether I die or not, but I have to sacrifice myself as you do to make up for my mistakes...... Do you think I'll be happy about something like this? ”

"My father's focus is really peculiar."

Fu Siji was unmoved, she raised her eyebrows, put her hands on Yutong Shiai's shoulders, and pushed Yutong Shiai away with a little force.

"But now is the time to care about that, is it? It's time to go, Father. ”

"Do you still want to call me my father?"

Yutong Shiai's brows furrowed even tighter, and his thumb was still tightly pressed against the other party's palm, afraid that the other party would start to do something to her body again. It's not that he doesn't want to hold the other party, but the muscles used to grasp have been cut off, and the four fingers can only feel strong pain. The pain made him feel a little irritable.

"The so-called upright, the ritual of seven personalities and a body, shaped Alice. Then, the seven of you in this world are the seven fragments of Alice's personality. Even so, do you want to hurt yourself with a ritual like the death of the righteous so that I can see you sooner, Alice? ”

Thinking so, Fu Siji asked, and Fu Siji was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

"The death of the righteous is not a patchwork game, Father. There is never a fragment of personality, as long as a part is missing, then it is no longer the original thing. You did guess closely, but sorry, it still doesn't match the facts. ”

"And that's okay too. But I just want to know, why is this happening? ”

"What a dangerous statement, Father. Would love to explain to you, but we are running out of time. ”

The girl chuckled and shook her head. A silver thread suddenly appeared in her hand again, and Yutong Shiai's eyes were quick and she grabbed it again. But this time, Fu Siji obviously didn't care about hurting him, and as soon as the girl's wings were lifted, she slapped on the front of Yutong Shiai, but Yutong Shiai's left hand also grabbed the silver silk thread at the same time.

Yutong Shiai was slapped away by a blow, and fell to the ground over the pillar of light of the red candle and the wind, and his left hand was left except for his thumb, and it fell in front of Fu Siji. Fu Siji obviously didn't expect Yutong Shiai to rather cut off his finger than let go, and he didn't react for a while. She was stunned for two seconds, and then her face suddenly turned ugly.

"Oops."

There was a bit of panic in her words, and her eyes involuntarily glanced at Yutong Shiai, and the silk thread that had continued to wrap around her neck was also sluggish in mid-air.

Time has passed, and so have opportunities.

Yutong Shiai supported the back of his right hand and held up his upper body. He lost four fingers in his left hand and four fingers in his right hand, but he was able to move his body other than that. He saw the panic and helplessness on Fusi's face that he had never felt before, and for a moment he seemed to remember something, and turned his head to see that the first upright person to be abandoned was the cowardly Red Candle Ji. Her pillar of light did grow a little smaller at this point.

Although this is not a ritual of the death of the upright, nor is it a murder in the order in which Alice was born, it is clear that the cowardice from the Red Candle is now affecting Fushime. Yutong Shiai frowned.

Fu Siji's eyes flashed with panic, and she hurriedly wanted to put a silk thread on herself, Yutong Shiai wanted to stop the other party, but at this time, even if she pounced with her legs, it was too late. But before she could put the thread on her head, the floor under her feet exploded, and scattered building debris shot out in all directions, and the girl who had lost her footing flapped her wings and was about to fly, when a huge wooden arm rose from the shattered building beneath her feet and grabbed her right leg.

“…… It's not good. ”

The girl sighed softly, and then was dragged into the darkness by the giant wooden hand. Yutong Shiai gritted his teeth and struggled to crawl to the black hole that remained, but he couldn't see anything in the extremely dark darkness.

"Caress the silk! How are you!? ”

He shouted first, but the girl under the ground didn't reciprocate at all. Yutong Shiai turned his head to look at Dafeng Ji, who was also starting to gradually become smaller at the same time, and his brows furrowed. There are only seven daughters who appear in his cognition, all of whom have contributed to the personality of the previous death of the upright, and the only thing missing is a container called the beautiful one. Now none of the seven people meet the beauty person, and Fu Si does not say that there is still a beautiful person, so it is obvious that there is no such container for inclusion alone.

Fu Si Ji is being used as a container, and Yutong Shiai suddenly awakens. Although Yutong Shiai is not so 100% aware of the current situation, it is impossible to contribute personality and body at the same time, otherwise there would not be eight upright people back then, and Fu Siji would not be so chaotic today.

He took a deep breath, his head down, and leaped into the endless darkness as well.