I had already guessed that maybe Qin Gongzi had already been injured by Yan Fahai.

At that time, it was just speculation, but now it is confirmed, but I didn't think about how to save people in the melting pot of soul restraint art, how to save myself?

I crouched down and groped into the darkness. Soon, I grabbed someone's hand.

"Who are you? Help me. He pleaded urgently.

I used my hands to drag him out of the darkness.

The scene in front of me was so bloody and terrible that I could only describe it in a nutshell.

The fact is that the person I dragged out was only half of his body, and his crotch was amputated from the crotch down. Also, his eyes were also missing, and above the bridge of his nose, there were only two large black holes.

"I'm Summer Stone. I said.

The half-body man screamed violently: "Save me, get me out." As long as you are willing to help me, I will definitely grant you any request......"

We had met before, but now, he didn't seem to remember much about the past and just shouted at me to save him.

I looked at him carefully, he was indeed Gongzi Qin.

"Did Yan Fohai hurt you with the technique of Infant-Nightmare Babies?" I asked aloud, hoping that his ears were not yet deaf.

"I don't know, I've been in this dark place for too long, and my mind is dull. Take me out, I'm going to eat candy ......"

In normal times, it is ridiculous for an adult to say "I want to eat sugar". But now, Qin Gongzi, who is severely disabled, is even more weird when he says this.

Normally, such a person only deserves to die, and to remain in the world is to be ridiculed. However, no matter how Qin Gongzi answered, I can think that it was the Infant's Technique that made him like this.

"I don't know how to save you yet, don't worry, since I am involved in this matter, I will definitely take care of it to the end. I comforted each other.

Qin Gongzi suddenly scolded: "you***...... I'm like this, you still want me not to worry. If you don't rush anymore, your life will be gone. Get me out quickly, if you provoke me to get angry, you won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

I couldn't help frowning and smiling, he was a hostage, I was a rescuer, and I had a life-saving grace for him. When he spoke to me like that, he dug his own grave.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

He shook his arms together and shook my hand away.

Now, he is only half of his body and can only move with his arms and hands.

I watched as he moved forward four or five meters on his hands and feet, and finally stopped because he had run out of strength.

"I'll save you, but you're going to tell me, how can I save you?" I chased after you.

"Kill him, kill him and you'll save me!" he replied.

"Who will you kill?" I asked.

Qin Gongzi screamed: "Of course it's him, of course it's him! Or who do you think it is?"

I immediately thought that Yan Fuhai had controlled Qin Gongzi with the Soul Restraint Technique, and at this time, if I killed Yan Fohai, I was afraid that Qin Gongzi would be trapped forever and not be able to live beyond his life. That's the most tragic thing, you can't survive, you can't die.

I looked in all directions, and there were many shadows, and I don't know how many people were standing, all of them swaying, like lonely ghosts.

In the palm of Yan Fohai, the souls of these people are exploited and squeezed layer by layer, until they lose their use value and are disposed of like garbage.

Evil arts like the "art of soul restraint" are despised by the world. Decent people hate this and avoid it so that they don't get dragged into the water.

If the evil art is not eliminated, how can the people of Jinan be returned to a clean and frank world?

I didn't persuade Qin Gongzi again, he was already a wasted person, and even if he was barely rescued, it would only make his family sad.

In the distance, all the shadows reached out to me, as if they were waiting for my rescue.

Instead of retreating, I went straight ahead and into the infinite unknown.

In any thaumaturgy, there is a "nucleus", that is, the starting point of this thaumaturgy. If you want to eradicate it, you have to start at the root.

I felt like I was walking through a huge cave, going deeper and deeper, getting farther and farther away from the outside world.

"Break the bottle and the water in the bottle will flow out. "I know that.

All thaumaturgy is an enclosed space artificially shaped. Break it, the fresh air outside comes in, and thaumaturgy is self-defeating. Just as a ghost strikes a wall, once the non-existent wall is punctured, the person trapped in it is naturally saved. The key is to know where the layer of window paper that punctured it is.

Suddenly, a street appeared in view.

The street and the cave are two completely different concepts, and since there is a street, then I have stepped out of the cave and stepped into another world.

I walked forward, and after a dozen steps, I stepped on the bluestone street.

Suddenly, I noticed something strange about the street.

This is not an ordinary street, because it is exactly the same street as I remember it, Qushuiting Street.

Now, right in front of me, on the left is a stream of flowing water, and on the right is a row of old houses. There are trees by the stream, and the tops of the trees hang low, reaching into the water, and the fish are allowed to play with them. There are doors at the bottom of the house, and each door is a shop, filled with a wide variety of goods.

This is Qushuiting Street, which is the perfect and old Jinan Qushuiting Street in my phenomenon, but it is definitely not a real street, but an illusory scene created by some mysterious force.

Anyone who has been to Jinan knows that Qushuiting Street is becoming more and more like a commercial street because of excessive commercial development, no different from the man-made streetscape in the south, with neither new nor ancient meaning.

In particular, when cars and electric vehicles honk their horns through the old streets, it is a bad example of modern commerce crushing ancient civilizations. It can be said that no poet, painter, writer, or writer can find the shadow of old Jinan in Qushuiting Street. Here, all you can see is the devastated old streets, rough and vulgar signs, and all kinds of obscene merchants.

Right now, what I see is the old street of my dreams, but in reality, it is impossible to reproduce it.

I walked forward, passed Liu's Spring, heard the sound of spring in the laneway, involuntarily quickened my pace, ran to Wangfu Chizi Street, and then crossed Tengjiao Spring to look west.

There, is the door of my house, the old house is in sight, and when you push the door, you can see the old appearance of my house.

I stopped and stopped, for fear that after pushing the door, what I saw would be things and people, or just like the half-naked Qin Gongzi. The hometown is timid, ancient and modern, and the apprehension in my heart at this time is like a social drama playing drums.

"It's an illusion, why not go home in an illusion?" I had two voices fighting in my heart, and this was what one of the voices said.

"It's both an illusion and a demon. If it is a demon, it is a crisis. At this moment, the most correct choice is to quit, all the way back, and turn back. Another voice said.

"Haha, that's ridiculous. The first voice laughed loudly, "Don't you want to see what the old mansion on Qushuiting Street should look like in your dreams? Roasted and roasted, even if it is charred and dry, it will not be famous. According to me, it's either eternal life or a quick death, and they're all at the doorstep, and if you don't go in and see, how long will you wait?

The second voice hardened: "Shut up, live first, and then talk about saving the world." Those big men in the temples and high up no longer talk about saving the world, and what is the use of us small civilians still clinging to the cripples and talking vainly about saving the country? If you want me to say, we will withdraw first, even if we lose the opportunity to make progress, we must retreat. Life is not gambling, and if you gamble on everything, you will not be far from being able to live a lifetime. ”

Two voices argued fiercely, one asking me to move forward, the other to stand back, and neither could convince anyone.

There was light on the streets, and every bluestone slab mountain shimmered with a faint halo. And no matter whether the light is sunlight or moonlight, when the light comes over, the old mansion of the Xia family has also become a little immortal.

In my memory, I have stood in the west of Tengjiao Spring countless times to look at the old house. Go to and from school, go to and from work, go out and come back...... I also fantasized that one day, I would return to my hometown in the summer and renovate the old house into the "Xia Ancestral Hall Memorial Hall", so that it would be dazzling and stand out from the crowd in the old city.

Fantasy is fantasy after all, and it has never been realized. On the contrary, with the passage of time, the old town is getting older and withered, and the speed of repair and maintenance is far from making up for the decay of bricks and beams. Every time after a rainstorm, the old walls of old houses collapse, and when they are rebuilt, their souls disappear.

By the time I became an adult, I already understood that returning home is always a dream, and it is impossible to wait. So many young people in the world who are full of ambition talk about their ideals and dreams, about their 100,000 yuan in their waists, and about riding a crane down to Yangzhou.

The most terrible thing is the last result, when a person can finally return to his hometown, but there are no relatives in the countryside, old house, and courtyard, and all the people who welcome and run to tell each other are the township party that has no blood relationship with him.

Now, for example, even if I go back, I'm alone.

There was no one on all the streets, the door of my house was closed, and on the lintel, the money pasted during the Spring Festival had been blown away by the wind, leaving only a line of paste and red paper marks.

I sighed and couldn't help but move forward under my feet.

"Yes, yes, since you're here, how can you do it without taking a look? Otherwise, I wonder if there will be the same opportunity in the future?, just like that, go forward, go forward, go quickly......" The first villain gained the upper hand and chirped.

Soon, I was in front of the old house.

I wanted to push the door in, but then I thought about it, but my hand was halfway up and down, stepping on a pile of rubble on the right side of the door, and looking at the courtyard by the wall.

There was no one in the courtyard, but there were two clotheslines on them, and a quilt was placed on them, which proved that they were inhabited.

The quilt pattern of those quilts is a peony with entwined branches, and the peony has the size of a bowl, which is gorgeous and dignified. I've never seen a quilt like this at home, and for as long as I can remember, it's only gray.

There was a creak, and the door to the north room was opened.

I stared intently at the door, trying to see who was coming out of it for the first time. People with such colorful quilts must have a virtuous, kind, gentle and decent hostess.

This is my family's old house, and the hostess can only be my mother.

I've never seen a picture of my mother, not a single one at home. This time, maybe my wish will come true.

The door opened, and a woman walked out with a half-worn wooden basin. From afar, she combed her short ear-length hair, hung her head, and reached out to shake the clothes in the basin as she walked.

My chest suddenly choked and I was so suffocated that I couldn't breathe.

The woman had her head down, and I couldn't see her face, but I subconsciously guessed her identity while holding my breath and waiting for her to look up. I hadn't seen my mother, but if I had seen her face, I would have recognized her from between my eyebrows.

"Raise your head, raise your head!" I cried out over and over again in my heart.

At that time, I forgot that I could climb over the wall or push the door into the courtyard, which was the easiest and most direct way.

The woman went to the clothesline and raised her hand to dry her clothes, but the clothes blocked her face so that she could not see clearly. When she finished drying her clothes, she bent down to pick up the wooden basin and walked to the north room again.

I stood on the rubble and let out a long breath.

At this time, the two voices in my heart began a second round of fierce debate.

The first voice shouted: "Go into the courtyard now, and see her clearly, or you will regret it for the rest of your life." ”

The second voice immediately stopped: "Don't go, you know it's an illusion, why deceive yourself? Go back, go back immediately, go back to the origin of the incident." If you don't leave now, you will never be able to leave again. ”

The first voice sneered loudly: "This puzzle can't be solved today, and I want to solve it later." It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, since you've come here, but you're stuck in it because of a little worry, so why bother going all the way? If you know that death is terrible, why should you be born? Life is an adventure, don't take risks, just live in peace, live like a snail and a turtle, until you die with the world. However, let me tell you earlier, even if you live for 10,000 or 100 million years, a turtle is just a turtle and cannot become a hero. Human life lies in quality, not quantity. Even if you only live for 20 or 30 years, you must live like a meteor, illuminate the sky, and let thousands of people remember it with the glory of the moment......"

The second voice gradually weakened: "Life is more important than anything else, isn't it? If everyone despises life and lives such a desperate gambler's life, then who else can open up the future? Stay in the green mountains, not afraid of running out of firewood." If you go to risk easily because of a small personal ** at this time, it is irresponsible to the society. ”

Two voices, one urging me forward, the other stopping my impulse, stuck me in the middle, and caught in a dilemma.

"This is an illusion, an illusion created by Yan Fohai using the 'Soul Restraint Technique'. If that woman appeared here, she must have been limited by the thaumaturgy of the Buddha Sea. "My heart is getting colder.

The truth is always cruel, and my father and mother have never been present in my life. I can pretend that they have died in battle or for a just cause. When they die, the affection between father and son, mother and son can be ended, and there is no need to repeat it. If, on the other hand, I knew that they were also imprisoned here, living in darkness, my heart would be like being fried, and my heart would be painful and painful.

This kind of pain, like a shot in the heart, made me extremely awake in an instant.

I know that going to the old mansion in the illusion to see the woman clearly is insignificant, it is just a psychological desire and comfort, and it will not cause any change in reality. Crying, tears, mourning, mourning...... Even if I buy incense and paper money from all over Jinan City and light it, even if my cry can move the heavens and the earth and spread the sound to the universe, it can't change the facts, and it can't change their fate.

As Qin Gongzi said, "killing Yan Buddha Hai" is the only thing that can be done for relatives.

I gritted my teeth, got out of the rubble, and walked down the road one step at a time.

Everything in the old house was like a heavy raft, attached to an invisible rope, and the other end of the rope was fastened to my shoulder. At this moment, I am like a slender man on the tidal flats of the Yellow River, hunched over and walked forward with difficulty in order for this raft to wade through the dangerous shoals. If I lose my mind and the rope breaks, the raft will go down the river and be torn apart by the rocks.

The Xia clan is the only one left in the Xia family, Xia Shi, and what I carry on my shoulders is not only the weight of a raft, but also the inheritance of all the Xia clans and the mission of distant ancestors.

In that case, do I dare to be cautious and think one step at a time?

When I was a child, I learned to swim at Daming Lake, and after the water was over my waist, I was unsteady on my feet.

The eldest brother who taught me how to swim said that if you hold a stone in your arms, you will stand firmly. There is buoyancy in the water, and it doesn't feel too heavy when holding a stone. This is the biggest trick for beginners to swim.

At this time, the responsibility of the Xia clan is to ensure that I don't fall on that big rock in the torrent. With the responsibility on my shoulders, I will walk more and more steadily, and I will not be proud of the spring breeze and go astray.

The illusion was like a dilapidated house in an earthquake, falling all around me.

Looking around, I was still standing in front of the iron cage, while Buddha Hai was still meditating cross-legged, with his palms on his knees. The only difference was that the light in his palm was gone.

"Mr. Xia, are you awake?" Lian Chengbi shook my arm and shouted with joy.

I understand what I have just experienced, if I can't hold back ** and walk into the old house on Qushuiting Street, I may be planted in my own painful memory for the rest of my life, and I will never be able to escape.

"It's really exquisite, it's really eye-opening to see Mr. Yan's 'Soul Detention Technique' here. I applauded slowly.

The weapon spectrum says that an inch is short, and an inch is dangerous.

Just now I was almost destroyed in the palm of the Buddha, which is the most extreme interpretation of "one inch of risk".

I was able to get out of it because I withstood the test of **. If there is no desire, it is rigid, and no illusion will work on people who do not have **.

"You don't want to see those?" Yan Fohai raised his head, no longer pretending to be stupid.

"Will you show me?" I asked faintly.

"You have to see it, and I can show it to you. The art of soul restraint is a product of idealism, and your heart is only up to you. He replied.

I pointed to his chest: "What about your heart?

Yan Fohai also looked down at his chest and replied in an incomparably ethereal and incomparably firm tone: "No one can decide, since the thaumaturgist has dedicated his life's soul and blood to thaumaturgy, then everything has become unpredictable. We foresee the future and see the past, but when the dust settles, we forget the original intention when we set out. Every thaumaturgist, like a donkey in the mill, is trapped in a never-ending cycle of death. What do we want in our original intentions? Control of the universe? A tremendous sense of superiority over tens of millions of people; A divine nature that can decide the life and death of billions of people with a raise of hands...... Neither, neither. I was so tired that I had to go through a deep sleep before I could be completely freed. Will you help me?"

I was stunned, but then sneered: "You are the prisoner of King Qin, and it is only him who can decide your life and death." ”

This is the territory of King Qin, and of course I will not forget the proverb of "the guest does not deceive the master".

Yan Fohai shook his head: "He can't, he doesn't even dare to come to see me." ”

Lian Chengbi suddenly touched the back of my hand and showed me her phone screen.

The screen lit up, and she had just received a text message that read as follows: "I want Xia Shi to decide the life and death of Yan Fohai on his behalf." ”

At the end of the text message, there is no signature, only a dragon soaring in the clouds, and we can't see each other from beginning to end.

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