In the dark night, the color of loneliness fades, but the killing machine is heavier.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, its eyes poked into the distance like spears, and it was dark in the distance.

Yang Qing said: "Why don't you leave?" ”

Silent for life, respite for breath.

Yang Qing said: "Is there another flower?" ”

Wusheng was silent, but he was nodding.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, her eyes had searched everywhere again, and there was only pitch black everywhere, boundless pitch black, crushing pitch black.

There was no wind, no light, and she felt like she was living in ink.

Ink that can dye your body and soul black.

Her mind couldn't help but think, thinking about what it looked like, what shape, what color, what ......, just as cold sweat flowed down her spine.

Maybe what you see doesn't necessarily make people feel panic and fear, but what you can't see can often make people panic and fear to the extreme, and maybe excessive panic and fear can make people collapse and collapse.

Her chest was already rising and falling, and she gasped, "I can't see." ”

Wusheng was silent, and nodded again.

She said, "Why can't I see it? ”

Wusheng said: "Of course we can't see it. ”

"Is he still human?"

"Of course he's not a human, he's a flower."

"Even flowers should be visible, but ......."

"He's here to kill, not for people to see."

"And what's the difference between him and a ghost?"

"They're almost the same, but there's still a little bit of a difference."

"What's different?"

"Ghosts come and emit an eerie evil aura, but he doesn't."

"And what does he have?"

"Murderous aura, that is, the murderous intent he emitted."

"And you can feel where he is?"

"Yes, it's right next to us, not far away."

"How do you know?"

"Feeling, not seeing with the naked eye."

"I feel scared."

Wusheng sighed and said, "That's because you don't feel it, or you can say that you can't feel it, so you're afraid." ”

"What about you?"

"I felt his presence, and I didn't have time to be afraid."

"You're too lazy to be afraid."

Silent, struggling to move forward.

Not far away a coffin appeared, the coffin was open, and it was empty.

Slowly a mysterious, eerie white smoke was wafting out, swimming and swaying in all directions, as if it were the slightest gasp and wave of the overstimulating, overjoyful ghosts of hell.

Yang Qing's body was already twitching, and said, "What's so nice about this?" ”

Wusheng stared at and poked the coffin like a spear, and said, "This is not pretty, but it is very useful." ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, but her teeth were gently tapping up and down, and said, "What's the use?" ”

Wusheng gently stroked the coffin and said, "The best wood, the best craftsmanship, and the best enjoyment." ”

Yang Qing blinked, and there was already a trace of distress in her panicked and frightened eyes, a trace of helpless distress.

Wusheng gasped and said, "There are not many people who know how to enjoy such tastes. ”

"This is also taste?"

"Yes, it's a good coffin, it's comfortable to sleep in."

"You mean the flower sleeps in it."

Wusheng sighed and said, "Yes, this is his home and everything to him. ”

"Isn't this the most precious thing to him?"

"Yes."

Yang Qing suddenly stared at lifeless eyes, empty eyes without a trace of emotion, and said, "You don't want to ......." ”

Wusheng said: "Yes, that's right, I'm going to destroy it." ”

As soon as he said his words, the coffin suddenly floated up and floated away.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, throwing away the coffin board in his hand, gasping.

Yang Qing said: "You are crazy. ”

Speechless, standing like a stone statue, waiting.

There was a wheezing, a gasp of excessive anger, excessive resentment.

Wusheng said: "Lying on the ground evil flower, your nest has been reimbursed." ”

"Are you going to die horizontally, or vertically?"

"I have no choice, you can do whatever you like."

"Yes."

The evil flower smiled wickedly, laughing so hard that her teeth were glowing.

Knife light.

The sword flashed and sank into the body.

Drops of blood rolled down with the blade.

The evil flower looked at Wusheng evilly and said, "How is it? ”

Wusheng gritted his teeth, and with a "ding" sound, the blade had been clamped off, and his body was clamped alive.

Suddenly fell, and the cold sweat on the corner of his forehead rolled down like a big drop.

Evil Flower said: "Can you still catch your breath?" ”

Wusheng was already gasping, writhing, and then struggling to his feet, standing like a stone statue, silent.

His eyes were still staring at the evil flower like a spear.

The evil flower has a smile, ridicule, malice, and joy.

He saw the pain and struggle of lifelessness, as if he was enjoying and enjoying himself, and his face showed indescribable happiness.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, the cold sweat on his forehead rolled more, and then the half-cut knife slowly spit out from his body.

Evil Flower laughed and kicked Lifeless in the chest and said, "You go and die." ”

Wusheng gritted his teeth, and at the moment when the evil flower kicked him, his hand was stretched out and slapped in the face.

The force of that slap seemed to be a girl caressing her lover's chest, and the spring breeze caressing the grass on the ground.

Then he fell, gasping for breath, struggling to stand like a stone statue, still straighter than the gun in his hand.

His eyes stared at and poked at the evil flower like a spear.

The smile on Evil Flower's face suddenly froze and froze to death, and the evil screamed, "What have you done to me? ”

Silent without life.

Evil Flower screamed wickedly, "What the hell have you done to me. ”

He suddenly fell, holding his face and rolling on the ground, rolling seven or eight times before moving.

No life falls.

He fell to the ground, he tried to breathe, he tried to move, he tried to live, but his body was also trying to bleed and pus.

His eyes stared at and poked the sky like a spear, and the sky was dead black, as if he wanted to poke the sky alive and pierce it.

Yang Qing fell softly beside him, crying non-stop, but there was no trace of tears and pain.

She said, "Are you a spear god without life? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

"Your gun is the only one in the world, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You like to duel with someone, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want more people to duel, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You're here to find someone to fight a duel, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"The greatest enjoyment of your life is to find more people to duel, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You haven't had enough, have you?"

"Yes."

Yang Qing lay on the ground, gasping and rejoicing.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and although there were tears on her face, her heart was still sweet.

She already knew that he would not die, at least not for now, because it is very difficult for a person to die as long as he has the desire to live.

As long as he is alive, there is hope to live forever.

She turned, and looked at Wusheng, and watched him breathe, struggle, and then miraculously stood up, miraculously standing upright like a stone statue.

He almost didn't change anything, his empty eyes, without a trace of emotion, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

It was pitch black in the distance, cold, lonely, empty pitch black.

Yang Qing smiled, because he knew that no matter how dark the night was, there was a moment of light, as long as there was light, there would be hope, the hope of joy and joy, and the hope of his survival.

She circled around Wusheng and said with a smile, "You're such a ....... ”

Wusheng said: "The tumbler that can't be killed." ”

"Yes, it's a tumbler."

"Are you afraid that I will fall?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Why?"

"Because you're a tumbler, a tumbler who falls and gets up."

Silent, standing like a stone statue, quietly gasping.

Yang Qing said: "Then can you leave now?" ”

Wusheng gasped and said, "No." ”

"Why?"

"I'm a tumbler, have you ever seen a tumbler go?"

Yang Qing nodded, and her smile became even thicker. He said, "So what should we do now?" ”

Wusheng said: "We don't have to do anything. ”

"Just stand and wait."

"Yes, wait for the darkness to leave the earth and the light to come."

"And then?"

"And then I didn't know either."

Yang Qing was silent, pulling her cloak and smiling stupidly, also waiting.

The darkness is gone, and the light has finally come to the earth.

The early morning sun is extremely delicate, fresh and gentle, just like an amorous and kind girl in the flower season, indescribably delicate, charming and moving.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, its eyes staring and poking at the sunlight like spears.

Yang Qing said: "Do you have anything to say?" ”

She has found that when communicating with a real man, it is not enough to just look at it with her eyes, but also to feel it with her heart, and to taste it carefully and slowly in order to truly understand what the inner world is like.

Wusheng said: "I have never appreciated the sunshine so much. ”

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, it's beautiful."

"How beautiful? Like what? ”

"It's like a girl in lovesickness, a touch of gentleness, a touch of distress, a touch of infatuation, a touch of shyness."

Yang Qing smiled, she laughed because the lovesickness became a desire to die when it came out of his mouth, and it was indescribably awkward and blunt.

She said, "How do you think of this? ”

"Maybe it's because I watched the sunrise for the last time, but I watched it more seriously and carefully."

"You're not going to die like that."

Wusheng sighed and said, "Yes, the poisonous ...... on my body." ”

"Do you know what kind of poison it is?"

Wusheng nodded, but his eyes were staring at the evil flower not far away.

The completely distorted, distorted half of the face was already blackened, as black as ink.

"What's that poison?"

"The poison of birds."

"What's that poison?"

"It is refined from the poison of animals flying in the sky."

"Isn't it hard to heal?"

"It's not that it's hard to heal, it's that it can't be cured."

"Terminally ill?"

"Yes, it's definitely not curable."

Yang Qing shook her head, not convinced. "There must be a cure, but we haven't found it."

"Even if there is a perhaps, only the rejuvenation medicine flower knows, but it's a pity that he ......."

"He is not the only doctor in the world, there are many, many more."

Nothing is silent, already gasping.