Jet-black.

No wind, no light.

It's pitch black here, except for pitch black.

Yang Qing woke up from her sleep.

The dream was pitch black, and when she opened her eyes, she found that her surroundings were even darker than in the dream, and the boundless darkness made people bitter, retching, empty, and collapsed.

Yang Qing pressed tightly against Wusheng's chest, glanced at Wusheng, closed his eyes, and didn't want to look at it again.

He seemed to be even darker, especially his eyes, empty without a trace of emotion, as if they were gems grown in hell, indescribably weird and mysterious.

She forced herself to endure everything, but her body was already twitching.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

"You're finally awake," he said. ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng said: "Are you afraid? ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng said: "Are you afraid of everything? ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng said: "But I don't know what I'm afraid of?" ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

Yang Qing said: "I'm afraid of the dark. ”

Wusheng said: "You want to see the light? ”

"Yes."

"Do you think the light will bring security?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want to see the light?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

The body pressed tighter against the lifeless chest, but the twitching became more intense.

She was so scared and too nervous.

But when she was afraid, she didn't think carefully about why she was afraid, if she knew to think about it and ask herself more, maybe she wouldn't be afraid.

Perhaps most people tend to lose their ability to think when they are overly scared and nervous, and they don't know what they are afraid of.

Wusheng hugged her and walked forward, and there was darkness ahead.

He stood like a stone statue, then pushed open a door.

So Yang Qing saw the light.

The square room is two feet horizontally and vertically.

There was a huge oil pan hanging high all over the room, the fire was shining and overflowing, and there was no darkness in the room.

There was nothing else on the ground, just a piece of paper, a man.

He looked up at Wusheng and immediately lowered his head, and wrote seriously, writing on his stomach.

The ground was littered with his pen and ink.

Yang Qing didn't want to look at him anymore, staring at the words on the ground.

There was not a trace of blood on this man's pale face, but his eyes were a kind of blood red that had been overly awakened late and lonely, and the roots were blood-streaked, just like his hair, and his mouth was pitch black, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a beard or ink.

After the poem was written, he kissed it affectionately and passionately, and then wrote another line, and kissed it again after it was written.

When he wrote this poem, his person suddenly became indescribably excited and excited, and his eyes showed indescribable joy and joy.

He kissed passionately, his body twitching and spasming from overzealousness, and he screamed and screamed.

Then he rolled on it, snot, saliva, and tears flowing from him, and he ignored it.

These are two lines of poetry written by Zongwen Crazy Flower.

"The words lie between the world and the world, and every sentence is proud of the rivers and lakes."

The pen and ink words on the paper are extremely strange and strange, and their appearance, some are laughing, some are crying, some are sad, and some are happy.......

They seem to be alive on paper.

Yang Qing was already gasping.

She said, "Is he a human or a ghost?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "He ......." ”

"He's also a flower, a sleeping idiot,"

"He's so special."

"Yes, the words he writes are emotional, and every word has its own unique emotion and unique personality."

"It turns out that there is such a deep mystery in writing."

"The words he wrote were taken out and sold, and one horizontal hook alone was worth five hundred taels of gold, and the horizontal hook was worth fifteen hundred taels of gold."

"How did he get it?"

"This kind of character is not practiced, but realized."

"Enlightened?"

"Yes."

Yang Qing nodded and said, "No wonder his words are so mysterious and curious." ”

Wusheng sighed and said, "Actually, his life is not easy. ”

"Why?"

"His handwriting is written in such an artistic conception, and the price paid is extremely heavy."

"You're saying he has a painful price behind him?"

"Yes, the price he paid may not be something that normal people can bear."

"He's written a great handwriting, and that's a good compensation for him."

"No, by no means a compensation."

"What's that?"

"It's a never-ending, never-ending quest, because he will never be satisfied with what he writes."

"Still not satisfied with such words?"

"Yes, maybe it's because he's such a person who is not easily satisfied, so his words can keep reaching the peak, keep creating miracles, and keep climbing the peak."

"Then he's still not satisfied, is he?"

"Yes, because he's crazy, infatuated with it."

"Infatuated with words?"

"Yes, because he's a sleeping mania."

Yang Qing was silent, already sighing.

She can imagine that the crazy flower has no day and night to pursue fonts, and it seems that there is nothing else in his life, no relatives, no lovers, no ......money, no feelings, he has almost nothing, only the words of the pen.

Yang Qing sighed and said, "This person is so pitiful. ”

"You're wrong."

"Isn't this man pitiful?"

"He's not pitiful, he's terrible."

Yang Qing was silent, and couldn't help but glance at the crazy flower in the distance.

He was already wheezing, as if he had just experienced a passion, and he had become extremely tired and weak.

The body was still reverberating with a trace of afterjoy, trembling slightly, and the eyes gradually became devoid of a trace of vitality and light, extremely dim and gloomy.

Wusheng said: "Are you afraid of him?" ”

"I'm not afraid, but I feel pitiful for him."

Without a word, he walked towards him.

He stood like a stone statue at seven feet of the Crazy Flower, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The empty eyes stared at and poked at the crazy flower like a spear, as if they wanted to stab him to death.

Crazy Flower rolled over, licked her lips, and gasped again, gasping and kissing again.

He slowly stood up, and suddenly fell down without standing firm.

Wusheng said: "Sleeping Idiot? ”

Crazy Flower smiled, his smile was also extremely tired and weak, and said, "I'm crazy flower." ”

"I'll duel you."

Crazy Hua stared at Wusheng, and her eyes suddenly lit up, and she gradually became energetic. said: "Are you a spear god without life?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

Crazy Flower said: "It's really not easy for you to live until now, why don't you cherish your little life?" ”

"Life and death are idle matters, and a duel with you is a great joy in life."

"You're crazy."

Silent without life.

"Because I'm an idiot, I'm going to duel with you."

Wusheng nodded.

He put Yang Qing down, and Yang Qing watched from a distance.

She didn't think there was anything terrible about the crazy flower, but she felt quite pitiful.

"Please."

"Please."

Crazy Hua smiled, laughing crazy, obscene and obsessive, and gently waved the pen, and the seven big characters on the paper, "Words lying between heaven and earth" suddenly floated.

Yang Qing was startled, she couldn't believe that words could float up and be used as weapons.

The crazy flower laughed wildly: "The words lie across the world, the love sentence of the crazy flower, send you." ”

The seven big characters suddenly shot out, shooting towards Wusheng.

Smoke floated up like a lifeless.

The seven big characters pierced through the wall and shot forward, and there was darkness ahead.

There are seven character holes on the wall, and seven word holes of "word lying between heaven and earth".

The sweat on Yang Qing's forehead has flowed, what kind of terrible kung fu is this, evil, ruthless and poisonous, she now understands that the crazy flower is not pitiful, but terrible, as terrible as it is.

The crazy flower laughed wildly: "Every sentence is proud of the rivers and lakes, and it will be given to you." ”

The words fell, and the seven words "every sentence laughing proudly in the rivers and lakes" suddenly shot into Wusheng.

These seven words are not floating, but shooting straight through.

The crazy flower laughed even crazier, more lewd, and more stupid, he screamed and jumped strangely and said: "The gun god is lifeless, the time of death is here, the royal pen is invisible, and the words are terrifying,...... No resentment, no resentment. ”

His body swayed, his pen fluttering.

The words "no resentment and no hatred" suddenly shot out.

The crazy flower screamed, jumped and said: "Gun God, you are about to become a god of death, you have no desires and no desires." ”

The words "no desire, no desire" suddenly shot out.

"There is no life and no death."

......。

Smoke drifted and the holes on the walls increased.

Wusheng said: "Are you out of pen and ink? ”

With a flash of the knife, blood suddenly spurted out of the crazy flower's chest, and he laughed and said: "There is nothing but sorrow, no joy and no sorrow, no illness and no pain...... ”

The blood fluttered, and so did his people.

His laughter seemed to be really lawless, desireless, and nothing more than nothing more than hell...... The ghosts, the unspeakably ferocious, the vicious.

Wusheng said, "Why don't you use lawlessness? ”

Crazy flower laughed wildly: "You want to see lawlessness? ”

Wusheng said: "It seems that you can only use that trick to give me a chance to die." ”

The crazy flower laughed wildly, "The unity of man and pen, killing God when encountering God, killing Buddha when encountering Buddha...... Wild. ”

When he said "lawlessness" at the end, his body suddenly stopped moving, he stopped laughing, but his pen moved.

The pen frantically shuttled back and forth through the body, more and more blood holes, and the blood flowed more and more fiercely.

The pen was swimming slowly, and the blood was rolling and floating.

The room slowly turned blood-red, bloody red.

The body was completely still, and the pen was still floating.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, slowly retracting the gun.

The blood red in the room was gone, and the pen suddenly fell, not moving.

There was no blood on the tip of the gun.

Wusheng slowly stretched out his arm, and Yang Qing suddenly jumped in.

Yang Qing said: "The crazy flower is really terrible, not pitiful. ”

Wusheng nodded.

Yang Qing said: "What happened just now? ”

Wusheng said: "Just now he and the pen have become one, he is the pen, the pen is him." ”

"But his body is no longer moving, how can the two become one?"

"He's out of his body, and that's the only way to become one."

"Is he dead?"

"Yes, just as he was out of his body with his soul, he died."

"He can't get back to his body?"

"It's not that he can't go back, but it's useless to go back, because his body has been destroyed."

"Isn't that a terrible move?"

"No one in the world can live under that trick."

"You can't either?"

"Neither can I."

"If that trick works."

"We're just dead."