Chapter 63: You Are Not Worthy
Tick...... Tick...... Tick......
The sound of water droplets is so clear, even, it can be said to be loud.
Even if you keep your eyes closed, trying to tell yourself not to pay attention to this, not to pay attention to this, you have already dug a hole and buried your head in it;
But the voice is ringing in your heart again and again.
It blows up your head and throws your consciousness into a kind of chaos.
In desperation, I finally had to open my eyes and raise my head.
Zhou Ze sat up from the ground and put his hands on his knees.
Familiar scenes, familiar dreams,
Below him was a layer of water, and all around him was pitch black.
Oh no
This time
A little different,
That is, in the line of sight ahead, the figure under the surface of the water, gone.
Zhou Ze slowly stood up and walked to the position in his memory, under his feet, there was still a layer of cracks left there, but underneath, the scabbard, was gone.
The psychology of luck does not exist, and Zhou Ze will not be naïve to be whimsical at this time, but instead of an inexplicable fear.
It is human instinct that people always have an instinctive fear of things that are not under their control.
Zhou Ze turned around,
Look around,
sword
Where did it go?
All around, as far as the eye can see, is full of darkness, and the darkness is so completely that you will subconsciously think about what is hidden in the depths of the darkness.
Tick...... Tick...... Tick......
The sound of water droplets, still going on, tirelessly.
Zhou Ze slowly closed his eyes,
Since you can't see anything, don't look at it.
It's just that
It backfired.
As soon as the eyes are closed,
their own chest position,
There was a feeling of colic,
Zhou Ze opened his eyes again, lowered his head, and looked down.
On his left side of his chest, the end of a sword was revealed.
Xuanyuan Sword,
Already pierced into your own body?
Zhou Ze didn't know what this dream meant, because he didn't have time to ask about the pig or the Bodhisattva.
If you can, I really want to ask them, where is the sword you saw when you "came to great calamity"?
But no matter what,
Compared to the shadows below the surface of the water now,
The Xuanyuan Sword that has now been submerged in his body,
To a certain extent, it is not a little bit more radical.
Vaguely, it can be perceived that the next target pointed by the sword blade should be ...... It's yourself.
The tip of the sword began to try to emerge outward, and with it, intense pain ensued.
His ribs were rubbing like crazy, and his heart was being "crushed" side by side, as if he had been thrown into a blender, repeating the cycle over and over again.
It's a pity,
It's still a dream,
Dreams arise from you, and dreams are yours, but often, dreams are not completely conditioned by their masters.
Zhou Ze's forehead was already covered with sweat, and the process he was enduring now was no less than a real torture.
"Buzz!"
Zhou Ze's hands,
Grabbed the end of the sword,
He was trying to pull the sword out of his body as quickly as possible.
"Bang!"
When the sword is drawn,
Zhou Ze sensed his vitality, and seemed to be forcibly pulled out on a large scale.
A sense of despair and loneliness enveloped it at a seamless, speed.
Coupled with this dark environment at this time,
One can't help but think of tombs,
This is
Your own burial.
………………
"Hoo ............"
Slammed into the bed and sat up.
Outside the window, it was already pitch black.
Familiar beds, familiar furnishings, and, too familiar to be familiar - the pillow person.
The warbler has her eyes closed, and her delicate eyelashes look so cute.
However, soon, Zhou Ze realized that something was wrong, generally speaking, although Yingying would occasionally sleep now, every time she woke up, she would wake up immediately.
Similar to now, she has woken up, and she is still sleeping soundly, almost nothing.
dream
Have you woken up yet?
"Hiss hisss hiss.................. Hiss hiss hiss .................."
The sound of the branches, hit.
On the ceiling of the room, a patch of green vegetation appeared.
Followed by
A lotus flower blooms,
In the bedroom,
It is also immediately filled with a faint fragrance.
Zhou Ze still sat motionless on the bed, quietly looking at the lotus root, which grew one after another under the lotus flower.
The lotus roots slowly put together,
forthwith
More subtle changes began.
ultimately
The image of an adult man appeared in front of Zhou Ze, who sat down on the chair behind the desk and looked at Zhou Ze with his eyes.
This kind of staring didn't last long, and the other party spoke:
"When you come back, you go straight to sleep?"
Half of his face was hung with his signature taunt.
In his tone, there was also an obvious dissatisfaction.
Yes, dissatisfied.
After revival, he finds himself transformed into a lotus root man, and it is said that he is a good friend of many people with another hero of myths and legends.
In the past two days, in addition to eating the woman, he has been waiting, waiting for Zhou Ze and that person to come back.
He prepared a lot of words and imagined a lot of scenarios.
He won't admit that he is nervous and excited, as the most beautiful boy in the dog village, he really needs to think about something more for the honor of the dog village.
After all, your every move represents the external image of Dog Village, and you can't be sloppy.
however
What left him speechless was that
Zhou Ze is back,
And then
Didn't go to the wax museum to find yourself,
Instead, when he came back, he chose to sleep.
It's as if I've never slept a peaceful sleep in eight lifetimes,
This gesture,
Let half of the face be a little angry.
As a last resort, he had to come to the door by himself.
"Sleepy."
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes.
Even now, he still feels a little sleepy, and he doesn't know if it was the reason for the inexplicable fatigue in the past two days or the dream just now, which made him unable to keep his spirits up.
"Perhaps, you are more suitable for a long sleep than me."
Half of his face said gloomily.
Zhou Ze nodded and agreed, and then, some of them got out of bed reluctantly, and habitually reached out and touched the drawer of the bedside table.
Generally speaking, warblers will have their cigarettes ready where they need them.
A pack of cigarettes, was touched out, walked to the window, lit one for himself, and left half of his face with a tired back standing in front of the window.
Pull open the window and the evening breeze will blow.
"How does it feel to be resurrected?"
It's like chattering.
"This strange body aside, it's pretty good."
"What does it feel like to die?"
Zhou Zewen's death is not the kind where a person's dead soul comes out to hell, but a complete end.
"It's like falling asleep, but there's no dream to do."
"That's not bad."
"It's really good."
"Ahem, cough, ............"
Choking on a puff of cigarette, Zhou Ze propped himself on the windowsill with one hand, and shook the cigarette ash with the other hand.
"That Tarzan of the apes, escaped, didn't you?"
Tarzan of the Apes?
"Hehe, hehe, and ............"
Zhou Ze, who came back to the taste, couldn't help laughing.
Comparing Fujun to Taishan of the Apes is really apt, and not a word is superfluous.
"Well, I escaped."
"It's for the dead ghosts, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, I'm tired too."
Half of his face stood up, walked to Zhou Ze's side, and looked at the street lamp on South Street with Zhou Ze.
"And then?"
Zhou Ze looked at half of his face.
"Isn't that what you brought me back for?" Half a face asked rhetorically.
"I don't know."
"But it's true, otherwise, how to explain this chain of coincidences."
"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with him."
"It has nothing to do with him, does it have anything to do with you?" Half-face asked with a mocking look on his face.
Zhou Ze shook his head and silently exhaled the smoke ring.
"After I died, I felt that I was really tired of living, and most importantly, I suddenly didn't understand how I should continue to live."
"I also recommend that you go to a psychiatrist, I have a small hair, and the level is very good."
"Interesting."
"Why, you came out of here in the middle of the night without rest, just to tell me that you want to die in our place?"
"Aren't you impressed?"
"Sort of."
"I told you a long, long time ago that he is really not as simple as it seems."
"Perhaps, but I don't care."
Half of his face was also helpless, and he couldn't help but say:
"Among the dogs of the past generations, I know that there are many people who lick dogs, and that is because they have no ability, since they have no ability to resist and change the status quo, they can only be licking dogs.
Others, like me, chose to resist, probably, I was the only one who succeeded, but the others, at least, resisted.
You are a strange person, you obviously have the ability to resist, but you still continue to be a licking dog. ”
"Your words are still as much as ever."
"I said, it's been a few days, right?" Half a face asked.
Thinking of the dream just now, the sword had already pierced into his body.
"Indeed, it's coming, it should be, the next one is me."
"Then you try to prepare, while I have just been resurrected, and I am still a little confused, and I don't want to live so much, while I haven't changed my attention;
I warn you, if it's too late, maybe I won't want to be that scapegoat anymore.
Talk to him, urge him to ............"
Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the desk next to him,
interrupted half of the face's chatter,
Directly:
"He said it."
"Well, what did he say?" Half of his face was clasped to his chest and seemed interested.
"Do you want me to imitate it?"
"Imitate it, the more it looks, the better, I want to see what he looks like when he is touched by me."
The story of Yinggou and the dog can be completely modeled on the story of the prince and the monkey, and many versions have been published.
Zhou Ze took a deep breath,
Word by word, imitation of:
He ............ No............ ............"
"............" half a face.