Ning Que ran in the night danger, running on the street, raising his right arm from time to time to wipe off the blood in his jaw

From time to time, the big black umbrella hit him on the back and crackled. As time passed, the luster in his eyes became more and more dim, and his brows and eyes, exposed outside the mask, wrinkled more and more tightly, looking very painful.

His vision became more and more blurred, the horse-tethered pillars on the side of the street, and the doorways at the entrance of the market, gradually distorted and distorted in his eyes, turning into a monster with teeth and claws, his breathing became more and more rapid, the breath squeezed out of his lungs was as hot as magma, and the breath he desperately inhaled was as cold as a glacier: his steps became more and more vain and slow, and he was often stumped by the bluestone slabs that protruded from the ground: his thinking became more and more disordered, and he gradually forgot his present situation.

He just remembered that he should run, and the farther he ran, the better.

A deep instinct urged him to run in the direction of Lao Bizhai in Lane 47, probably only after seeing the little girl who didn't slip away in the autumn, he would feel safe and feel appropriate, this obsession to run home is so strong...... It was so strong that he ran from Nancheng to Nancheng to support his badly injured and weakened body, so strong that he didn't even notice that he was running on Suzaku Street, which was the most alarming and unsettling place on weekdays.

The blood dripping from the edge of the mask can be wiped away by the arm sleeves, and the blood oozing from the countless sword mouths on the body slowly flows to the big black umbrella, which is slowly absorbed by the viscous and greasy black umbrella surface and then slowly released, slowly dripping to the ground, and then a very small blood flower blooms on the ground and runs into the stone cracks.

Before the morning, there was a morning breeze rising, blowing the clothes drying under the eaves of the house, blowing the towering dragon cloud flag in the distance of Suzaku Street hunting, the footsteps in the morning breeze and the faint smell of blood, melted together, and gradually woke up some life hidden in the stone crevices of thousands of years.

The spacious and straight Vermilion Bird Street in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty suddenly turned into an endless hellfire road, Ning Que felt as if his feet were stepping on extremely hot red pebbles, and the soles of his shoes would be burned through every step he stepped on, and those fluffy flames instantly spread to burn his flesh and blood, and burn his white bones, which was extremely painful.

He was still running, step by step, and every step felt like it was so painful, and with each step he felt like his feet were being cut into pulp by countless knives at the same time.

Suddenly, his body froze in place, clutching his chest in pain. ！

He felt as if an invisible spear had fallen from the extremely high night sky, breaking through his flesh and bones, piercing directly through his body and nailing him to the ground!

The burning pain from the ground of Suzaku Street disappeared in an instant, because compared to the pain that came from his chest, the pain that seemed to tear and destroy it, any suffering in the world was not worth mentioning.

Ning Que frowned painfully, looking at the empty chest, looking at the street that had been transformed into some kind of crooked road, looking at Chang'an City, which had nothing to do with reality, and found that everything in his eyes had countless shadows, the shadows of real and false forgery and deconstruction, and his people stood between the real and the illusory shadows of these things.

Suddenly, he heard someone gasping softly in his ear.

With the last of his strength, he turned his head, his bloody hand gripping the hilt of the knife at his waist tightly, but he didn't see anyone, and his body was still surrounded by those strange shaped worlds.

His face was as pale as a snowy mountain, and he looked around, subconsciously looking for the place where the gasp came from.

The stone pillars on the side of the street that seemed to be about to fall to the ground were wheezing, telling the pain and irritability of being tied around their necks every day; the yellow cloth in the liquor shop in the fang market was wheezing in the morning breeze, telling the unhappiness and uneasiness of being molested by drunkards at night; the locust tree sticking out of its waist in a certain house was wheezing, telling that it had seen too much of the family's secret and was about to be dried up; and the green leaves that fell under the stone lion seat were gasping, telling the reason why they did not fall at the right time. The lion carved in stone is breathing, the building made of wood is breathing, the road under your feet is breathing, the morning breeze is breathing, the imperial palace in the distance is breathing, the gray wall near is breathing, Chang'an City is breathing, and the whole world is breathing. Delicate and charming like a woman's moaning breath, long and long like the solemn breath of the court, quick and restless like the desperate breath of a fugitive traveler, indifferent vicissitudes like the ruthless breath of history.

Ning Que listened to the sound of breathing coming from all directions in the far hall of the back garden of the narrow alley, and stood alone and helplessly in the middle of the street.

He let go of the handle of the knife and covered his ears with both hands, but he still couldn't stop the various gasps from penetrating the back of his palms and coming into his mind clearly and powerfully.

He slowly knelt down in the middle of the dark Suzaku Street, and then his nephew.

A large black umbrella was draped over his back.

The blood passed through the black umbrella, flowed on the bluestone, and flowed into the cracks of the stone.

On the smooth bluestone paved Suzaku Street, there are countless small flowers made of fine blood droplets, from the south city to the north, the blood flowers are intertwined into a line, and the blood water at the front end of the black umbrella is faintly connected into a line.

Where the blood line points far away is the stone carving of the Suzaku in the far side of the street.

The portrait of the Vermilion Bird engraved in the center of the Imperial Road, deep into the stone, carries the Tang Empire for more than a thousand years, I don't know how many high-spirited new kings have been ushered in, I don't know how many Cang, the old male lord who finally failed to defeat time, its two eyes that are not angry and mighty are always so calm, and they have never been moved for a moment.

At this time, the eyes of the Suzaku portrait were still majestic as usual, but the three gorgeous and incomparable top wings on the top of its head and the right one slowly picked up, as if it was about to break through the stone face and enter the real world!

Ning Que's nephew was unconscious under the big black umbrella, and he didn't know that the Suzaku portrait in the distance had undergone such a strange change, let alone that a majestic Mo Yu seemed to come from ancient times and a solemn meaning enveloped him.

His blood flowed through the cracks in the stones, extremely shallow and flat, shallower and flatter than the limits of human imagination, flowing from the middle of the street into the distance, between the intricate and solemn feathered stone crevices of the Suzaku portrait in the distance.

Silently, the blood that flowed into the gap between the gorgeous feathered stones of the Suzaku Statue was quickly evaporated into a pale red mist, and then quickly purified into an invisible emptiness by an invisible high-temperature force.

The blood droplets scattered on the bluestone slabs of Vermilion Bird Street also began to evaporate and be purified, and one by one they disappeared into invisibility, and the extremely flat and shallow blood water between the stone crevices continued to evaporate and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally they finally came under the big black umbrella, and directly invaded Ning Que's body along the blood water!

The fire was invisible, the high temperature was invisible, and the burning breath that could not be seen seemed to be able to incinerate the world, and the blood on Ning Que's body was quickly evaporated and dispersed invisibly, but his clothes did not change in the slightest.

His bare arms, his cheeks, which were exposed outside the mask, began to turn red rapidly, the hair on his forehead quickly burned yellow and withered, and the nails of his fingers resting on the bluestone began to become dry and crisp due to the rapid loss of moisture.

A green leaf was blown up by the morning breeze, fell on the back of his hand, and then was brushed off again, still green and pleasant. An ant was disturbed by the fallen leaves, climbed on the back of his hand, and then crawled down from the other side, still alive. But if nothing else, Ning Que will be burned alive by the mysterious invisible flames released by the Suzaku painting in the next moment.

At this moment, a shadow fell, and the poor ant was crushed to death with a soft snap.

The big black umbrella that was blown by the morning breeze gently covered Ning Que's body, gently swaying like a black lotus. With the swagger of the black umbrella, the green leaves were instantly frozen into ice, and were scattered into countless tiny ice gravels by the morning breeze.

An absolutely cold smell was gradually released from the black umbrella, slowly and unstoppably seeping into Ning Que's hot body, and after a while, the red on his cheeks and arms gradually faded, turning back to the snow-white after the serious injury, the hair on his forehead quickly turned back to jet black and shiny, and the nails of his fingernails resting on the bluestone regained their luster.

The portrait of the Vermilion Bird on the stone street in the distance seemed to sense something, and the majestic eyes were obviously calm as usual, but they felt like they were glancing in the direction of Ning Que's nephew.

In an instant, the three gorgeous and incomparable top wings on its head were raised in unison!

Almost at the same time, the big black umbrella covering Ning Que's body swaggered a little faster!

A black wind blew on the black wasteland, and the strong wind rolled up black gravel and threw it in all directions in the sky, so that with the naked eye, it seemed as if the light of the scorching sun on the sky had turned black.

There is a black snow-capped mountain in the far reaches of the wasteland, which is constantly melting and collapsing under the light of the black scorching sun, and the melted snow water is mixed with black soil and black gravel, reflecting the black sunlight, rushing in all directions.

The black snow-capped mountain was about to collapse and collapse, and the flood it formed was about to destroy the whole world, and at this moment, the bright night suddenly descended on the world, releasing an incomparably warm and cold atmosphere.

Ning Que stood at a certain point in this space, looking at the magnificent and vast picture of destruction in front of him with a blank but extremely calm face, he didn't know what place this was, but he knew that this was not a dream, this perception was clear and firm, just like he clearly saw the light that occupied most of the sky, but he was sure that it was night.

The bright night covered most of the sky, obscuring the blazing black sun, gradually slowing down the melting and collapse of the snow-capped mountains, and the cold smell emanating from the bright night sky began to condense the floods that ravaged the black wasteland, turning them into dancing black ice, unwilling black snow.

The whole world is being reshaped, and the black snow-capped mountain slowly and inexorably rises again.

Heaven and earth returned to peace, the night returned to the color of the night, and the glaciers and snow rivers on the wasteland disappeared at some point, as if nothing had changed, and as if all the qiē had changed.

The warmth of the sun shone on the sky, and the spring light melted the snow on the other side of the snow-capped mountain, and the gurgling water seeped into the depths of the ice and snow, fell into the blue and black underground ice cave, and then disappeared.

I don't know how many years passed, somewhere in the wasteland far away from the snow-capped mountains, a stone gravel trembled slightly, was pushed aside, and then a trickle gushed out, and then gradually spread, flowing towards the sky.

On the side of the water, there is a weak but strong grass.