"Master" rushed at me again, looking as if I had broken my neck and tilted my head. I was going to give him another slap when he pounced on him again, but if I didn't do it, I would just break my head, so I can't still make trouble with me without my head, right?

But when "Master" was three or four meters away from me, and I was already ready to fight, suddenly from the mouth of "Master", I began to say in that very slow voice: "Mountain... Shan'er..."This tone is exactly the same as the tone in which Master called out my name when he was about to lose his breath.

Although I knew in my heart that all this was an illusion, under the intense grief, people began to be a little unable to distinguish between illusion and reality. After hearing this cry, my whole eyes filled with tears again. The palm that had been prepared for a long time couldn't be hit anyway.

In just three or four meters, the speed of "Master" was not slow, but I was forced to recall the bits and pieces that had happened since I apprenticed with my apprenticeship, and there was a long blank period in the middle, that is, the days when Master lost contact, and when I met again, I felt more than ten years old. The fragmentary memories of this suddenly slowed down at a distance of three or four meters, and appeared in my mind very clearly.

So I didn't resist, I didn't swing that palm, and even a little acceptingly, I let "Master" throw me to the ground. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him up so hard that his face didn't get too close to me, and I cried sadly as I pushed him, I don't remember how long it lasted, but for a short time, I was crying and sobbing. "Master" seemed to have been trying to gnaw on my face, but I blocked it with my hand, and he didn't use very much force, it was completely a force that I could resist, just after I cried for a while, tears flowed out of my eyes, and my eyes suddenly became clear, and I took a closer look at the face of this "Master" in front of me.

His face was pale, and in his original grinning smile, two sharp fangs began to emerge, his teeth were closed, but his throat sounded "Mountain... Shan'er...", his eyebrows turned into figure-eight eyebrows, and the skin between the eyebrows folded together because of the hideous expression, and it was at this time that I noticed his eyes. Like normal people's eyes, there are eyes and whites, but normal people's pupils will automatically become larger and smaller due to the intensity of light, even if the pupils of dead people diverge, they will see a dilated pupil.

But the "master" in front of him turned out to be in the black eyes, and many small, oval black pupils appeared! And in every black pupil, there is a reflection of what he sees in his eyes, and the one in the pupil, the blood vessels on my face, as if someone has stuck my neck, my face is flushed, as if I am about to suffocate!

So at this time, I realized that I was holding the shoulders of "Master" with my hands, which was just my hallucination, and the real situation was that I was being choked by "Master" by the neck! There were so many pupils in his eyes, as if many small ghosts had converged into one big ghost, all looking at me with their eyes in unison!

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a cool feeling from the tail vertebrae along the spine, this feeling made my brain sober up in an instant, and the moment I was sober, the suffocation feeling of the tight hoop on the neck quickly came, my eyes lit up, and I found that my hands were hanging on both sides of the body, and the originally hard arm of the "master" was desperately choking my neck, and the face of the "master" became no longer the master I was familiar with at this moment, but a drop of water that seemed to be dripped on a painting, Then he spun around, and although his whole face had a nose and eyes, it was distorted, and he was no longer the appearance of the master at all!

Startled, I quickly kicked my feet on the ground, trying to rub my body back with this force, and with every minute of movement, the suffocation sensation on my neck eased in the slightest. At the same time, I stretched out my hands and grabbed the wrist of "Master" around my neck, and his wrist felt cold to the touch, hard and smooth, much like the piece of wood that I could find every time I broke a door.

As I kept rubbing back, I soon felt like I had hit a hard object above my head, as if there was a wall above my head. Since "Master's" body is so light, it is so light that I can turn it around effortlessly. So I put my head against the wall, my calves bent, and I propped the soles of my feet on the ground, and I turned my head and feet together, and I turned over and turned my body over.

So now the situation has become, I am on top, "Master" is below, and he is pressed under me by me, but his hands are still holding my neck, and my hands are still grasping his wrists, even though I can't see my own hands at all. It's still very difficult for me to breathe, but it's a little easier when I turn to it. After having a point of borrowing under my feet, I quickly lifted one foot and stepped on the ground, my body was in a one-knee kneeling position, a little steady, a little dizzy to resist the feeling of lack of oxygen, my hands released the action of grabbing the wrist of the "master", and then my feet were propped up, and then my palms were put together, and my flat palms hit the distorted face of the "master" on the ground with all my might.

This time, I almost used the last vestige of strength I had left, and the reason why I was slightly propped up was so that when those two palms were punched out, I could still use the strength of my own weight to press down. When my palm hit "Master's" face, bursts of black smoke began to emerge from under my palm, as if I had blocked a hole in the black smoke with my palm, and at the same time, there was a very hot burning sensation in my palm. When the palm of the hand is pressed, it is as if it is pressed against a sponge that is full of water, and as the body presses down, the palm of the hand also sinks deeper and deeper into the sponge.

The black smoke, the burning sensation, the smell of rotten eggs, kept coming towards me, accompanied by the terrible screams in my ears, I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and the voices around me who had been bustling and talking began to exclaim at this moment, just like the exclamations from the audience when an acrobat suddenly fell in a circus.

I held back the sharp pain in my palms, gritted my teeth and squeezed the head of the "master" hard, and as the terrible scream came to an abrupt end, my body seemed to suddenly fall into the air, and there was a cold feeling in the palms of my hands, which was the touch of my hand pressed on the ground, and I preferred this sudden hardness and coldness to the piping hot. And just as my hand touched the ground, the black smoke disappeared, the screams disappeared, the smell of rotten eggs in my nose disappeared, the pain in my palm disappeared, the chattering voices around me also disappeared, and in an instant my eyes turned from darkness to brightness, I looked around and found that I was kneeling in the passage outside the gate, my hands pressed on the ground, and there was only a crooked and twisted old wooden root on the ground.

I was terrified, I stood up, I don't know exactly how long it had been, maybe hours, maybe only a few seconds, but the thrill and the repeated ups and downs of my emotions made my heart pound even after I stood up, and every heartbeat allowed me to hear the thump in my chest, and with it, and every time the thump sounded, the tendons that tugged at my temples also throbbed.

After relaxing, I sat on the ground and panted, and turned my head to look at the door of Jingmen, only to find Qin Bukong with his hands on his knees, curled up on the side of the wall, his eyes were blank, staring at the ground in front of him in a daze, his face was covered with blood, along his beard, it was still dripping, and he didn't know if the blood was his. And his hands trembled slightly, his left hand grasped his multicolored Gu bell, and his right hand held a vajra sling.

And it is worth mentioning that the vajra in his hand is not the one he originally held, and the previous one is now upside down on the ground not far from him. The one he was holding in his hand was not even the same color as before, but it was dark throughout, as if some metal had been blackened by fire.

Obviously, if the incident that Qin Bukong encountered just now was the same as what I encountered, then he came to his senses much earlier than me, and this guy didn't even rescue me at all, but watched me fend for myself! When I think of this, I am very angry, because this is simply unreasonable, even if it is the person I hate the most, I can't just die without help. So I got up and cursed with gritted teeth in my mouth, and rushed to Qin Bukong's side, and when I was about to punch him in the face, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of tears, and the tears were mixed with the blood on his face, and the blood stains were mixed with the dust on the ground, and his whole face looked dirty. He looked at me with such eyes, full of sadness.

I hate my hesitant personality so much, especially in moments like these. So I never managed to punch that punch, and his eyes seemed to accept it all, even wishing I could punch him. So I stopped my fist, grabbed him by the clothes and pulled him off the ground, then pushed his back against the wall, and asked loudly, why are you so ruthless! I'd rather rest on the side than come to my rescue!"

While scolding, he pushed his back against the wall.

Who knew that Qin Bukong actually knelt down slowly, grabbed the clothes under my armpits with both hands, and then put his head on my chest and cried.