153, call me Xiaomo

"Don't worry, with so many people on Huangquan Road, you won't be alone!"

……

"Neurotic!"

"It's amazing, it's fucking dead in the end!"

……

Feng Yiling's head was dizzy, and the horror of not being able to find Mo Tong made him completely unable to think about the meaning of what these people said. All his thoughts turned into ink pupils, and when he thought that Mo pupils might be like him, losing his spiritual power, or even being weak and bullied, his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

There was no answer found at the top of the mountain, so Feng Yiling staggered and changed places to continue searching.

On the bare mountain, there were people everywhere, and as soon as they heard Feng Yiling speak, they burst into laughter, as if they had heard some funny joke.

A bastard kicked Feng Yiling to the ground, and saw Feng Yiling roll down the slope like a pumpkin, such an action like a clown performed on the stage, which made those people laugh wildly.

"That stupid ((forced bī)bī)!"

"It's funny to look at him, like a dog."

"Do you think it's a dead dog or a leper dog?"

"Haha, of course it's a dead dog!"

……

"Hey, I'm really tired of being crooked, it's not good on the mountain, I actually want to go down the mountain, and the bottom of the mountain is full of dead people!"

……

On the way to keep rolling, although Feng Yiling wanted to control himself and stop to ask, these people didn't seem to want him to stop, and every time he was about to get up, someone would kick him from behind.

Feng Yiling closed his eyes, did not struggle, and let his body roll down. There are indeed fewer and fewer people under the mountain, and there is much less ridicule in the ears.

Because the potential energy of the rolling down was buffered by hitting the stone, Feng Yiling finally stopped. The pain of the bleeding from the head replaced the vertigo, and the shaky vision was blurred by the pain. Feng Yiling lay on the ground and looked around, I don't know if he has reached the foot of the mountain, as far as the eye can see, there are all rocks. The knot in his heart made his mouth ache, and a mouthful of old blood flowed upstream.

He slowly got up with the stone that hit his head and bleed, looked up at the pale and colorless sky, and the voice in his heart called out in despair: "Xiaomo, where are you?"

"Where are you?"

"Brother Nine?"

"Is that you, Brother Nine?"

"Ninth Brother?!"

"You're finally here!"

"Brother Jiu, what's wrong with you, look at me, look at me, I'm Xiaomo, your Xiaomo!"

"Brother Jiu!!"

Qu Jinmo's cry woke Feng Yiling up from the despair of his consciousness that was about to collapse.

After shaking a large patch of spots in front of him, Feng Yiling saw Qu Jinmo's face. Her hand held his face, her face full of sadness, her eyes red with tears, but full of joy.

Feng Yiling's heart was like a mess, his throat was stalked, he raised his hand and touched Qu Jinmo's head, his voice was hoarse and harsh: "Don't cry, it's the ninth brother who is late." ”

"Okay, it's not pretty to cry anymore."

Qu Jinmo shook his head and threw himself into Feng Yiling's arms.

"If it's not beautiful, it's not beautiful, Xiaomo only needs to have a ninth brother!

It doesn't matter if you're beautiful or anything, as long as Brother Jiu is here, everything is enough! ”

"Brother Jiu, I'm so scared, I'm so scared! I'm so afraid I'll never see you again in my life! ”

"I thought I'd never see you again in my life!"

"Please, don't leave me in the future, okay! Don't leave me, always (love) me, always be with me! ”

"Xiaomo has no relatives, Xiaomo can't lose his ninth brother anymore!"

"You said that you won't leave Xiaomo, and you will always be with Xiaomo, please don't forget Xiaomo, don't leave Xiaomo! Xiaomo is really scared alone! Woo-"

Qu Jinmo's tears rained down, and the more Feng Yiling comforted, the more fierce he cried. Feng Yiling had no choice but to raise her hand to run her rough and unkempt hair, and only after she was stable did she speak weakly, "Don't be afraid, Brother Jiu will accompany you!" ”

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Accompany me for a lifetime!"

“…… Hmmm......"

"What is Brother Jiu hesitating?" Qu Jinmo came out of Feng Yiling's arms and looked up into his eyes, avoiding the inevitable embarrassment that made him unable to find an excuse for a while.

"Okay, Jinmo, why are you here?"

Qu Jinmo's eyes were red and swollen, and when he heard Feng Yiling's words, he seemed to arouse something sad, and cried again, "Why doesn't Brother Jiu call me Xiaomo?" ”

"Brother Jiu will call me Xiaomo in the future, okay!"

"Don't call me Jinmo, I'm Xiaomo, Brother Jiu's Xiaomo!"

Feng Yiling didn't speak, just looked at Qu Jinmo, the loss of spiritual power, the loss of physical strength, and he didn't think too much about Qu Jinmo's words at all. It's just perseverance to hold on.

Seeing that Feng Yiling didn't speak, Qu Jinmo cried even more fiercely, and there was a tendency to cry to death.

"Could it be that Brother Jiu's heart only has the ink pupil as Xiaomo, and I'm not?"

"Brother Jiu Mo has not forgotten that over the years, when you were at your saddest, it was me and not her Mo Tong who was by your (body's shēn)'s side!"

"Just because you met early, she wants to occupy your heart?"

"Why does Brother Jiu refuse to let go of himself, you regard her as your life, pity her (love) her, and where is she now?"

"Someone as cold as she is doesn't take you to heart at all. She has no other feelings for you except for the teacher's (情qíng) friendship! ”

"She doesn't (love) you at all!"

"Why are you so stingy even calling Brother Jiu?"

"Didn't you say that the position of the two sisters in your heart is equally important and equal, why is she Xiaomo, I want to be Jinmo!"

"I hate it, it's pretty nasty! Don't (love ài) Brother Nine anymore! ”

After Qu Jinmo finished speaking, he pushed Feng Yiling away and ran away. Feng Yilingquan (身shēn) was powerless, although he wanted to chase after Qu Jinmo and explain what to explain, but he was pushed by Qu Jinmo and knocked down the stone again, and fainted directly.

When I woke up again, it was already night, the night was already enveloping all around, and the smell of roasted meat (meat ròu) came from a campfire not far away. Seeing Feng Yiling wake up, Qu Jinmo handed over the roasted meat and water.

The four eyes are facing each other, tacitly. Feng Yiling picks up

After roasting (meat ròu), I barely ate some with water. The stomach is full so that the body has excess energy production (heat) and IQ, although it cannot use spiritual power, but it has some strength, and the eyes are not dizzy.

This campfire dinner took a long time.

Qu Jinmo chose to be silent, and Feng Yiling did not speak. When the bonfire burned out, only the scarlet charcoal fire was left bright and dark, and it sank into darkness again, and Qu Jinmo gently called Feng Yiling.

"I'm going to collect some firewood."

"Wait a minute." Feng Yiling Road.

"What's the matter with Brother Jiu?" Qu Jinmo was now looking at Feng Yiling on the spot.

After a long period of silence, Feng Yiling found it difficult to use Xiaomo's title on Qu Jinmo (身shēn), but he still called:

"Jinmo."

Qu Jinmo was not angry or crying, and responded quietly and softly.

"What is this place and why are you here?"

Feng Yiling's voice was gently pressed very low, but it was full of magnetism (sex xìng), which was provocative. Standing in the darkness, Qu Jinmo couldn't help but sniff his nose and sniff the smell on him.

"M test area here."

"I was caught here."

"Everybody here has been arrested. Those people are here to do what is called "elimination". What is the purpose of this [elimination], no one knows, and what the standard of [elimination] is! I only know that anyone who is caught here will die! The prison uniforms worn on each person (身shēn) carry a special number! Qu Jinmo pulled the number on his prison uniform and unfolded it for Feng Yiling to see.

"That special number is the order of death for each person, starting from 1 and ending at infinity!"

"I've been waiting for you here for twenty days, and I thought you had forgotten about me and didn't want me anymore! Thank you, for being here! ”

"I'll see you again—"

Qu Jinmo didn't say any more, and the surroundings fell silent again, the scarlet charcoal fire ran out of energy, and the surroundings finally fell into complete darkness. A second before the surroundings fell into darkness, Feng Yiling finally saw the number on Qu Jinmo (身shēn):

00001。

After being silent for a long time, Qu Jinmo let out a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and said softly in a suppressed and somewhat choked voice:

"Ink Hitomi came with you, didn't you?"

"Hmm."

"I know there's a place where I might be able to find her."

Qu Jinmo didn't know where to turn out a flashlight that was bright and dim, and walked out of the rocky bush with Feng Yiling. The clusters of rocks, some feet high, some only people high, dense with stars, like a labyrinth. The two walked around for a long time before they got out of the rocks.

Qu Jinmo led the way in front, and took Feng Yiling for another bumpy time, and even climbed a cliff before reaching the destination.

At the foot of the cliff where they are located is a large polygonal square, around which many fortifications have been built, and beyond the square, surrounded by an electrified iron net, a high pointed iron tower stands in the northwest corner. The headlights on the tower illuminate the entire square as if it were daylight.

At this moment, many people were tightly bound by iron chains in the square. The number on them (身shēn) is 1101-1255.

Feng Yi Mausoleum restored

I have some physical strength, and my eyesight is better than that of others because of the spiritual practitioners, and although it is far from real, it is also clear.

Those people stood stupidly, their faces blank, without fear or panic, as if they had long been beyond fate, and everyone was very calm.

"This is the torture pool."

"As I said before, the number on each person (身shēn) represents the order of death."

"Start from 1 to infinity."

"I don't know what the number on the ink pupil (身shēn) is, but it probably won't be so high. Come together, the number on you (body shēn) is the biggest I've ever seen, so she's not bad. ”

Feng Yiling was noncommittal, his eyes stared at the square, and he didn't seem to hear Qu Jinmo's words at all. I saw that the quarantiners who had arranged for the prisoners slowly retreated to the edge of the square, and the chains holding everyone were hung on the lampposts at the edge of the square. Standing on the spire, under the headlights, a quarantined man pulled out a small black flag and waved it three times.

A wave of light flashed through the spire and spread everywhere.

It's electricity!

All the prisoners began to howl.

That kind of dying howl.

Silver sparks of lightning passed through the chains that bound the crowd to each prisoner, and some of the prisoners who were exposed to the powerful electricity on the periphery began to spontaneously combust. Standing at the edge of the square, the quarantined man with a black flag in hand did not seem satisfied with the outcome in front of him. As he gestured, the black flag drew an eerie black symbol in the air.

(End of chapter)