Luo Xingyan grinded his teeth, intending to get up from the cement and continue to wrestle with the unbeatable bird.

Syllable.

At this moment, Ye Sheng turned on the lighter in the cement swamp.

Flames burst out.

Everyone was stunned and followed the prestige.

Ye Sheng lit a match.

The orange fire shone on the young man's face.

The cave was eerily yellow, his eyelashes hung quietly like a fan-like shadow, his skin was pale, and his lips were pale in color. It's obviously indifferent, alienated, and even a little fragile. But when the young man's eyes were raised, the clear anger and coldness in them cut off his temperament, like a sword that sealed his throat with blood.

The moment the match was lit, the warm light not only illuminated Ye Sheng's face, but also illuminated the bird's confused pupils.

Fairy tales always tell us a truth.

The puppet's experience is about grievances and crying, telling us that life is more than just laughter.

And last year's tree, about friendship, about searching, about the promise of never breaking the promise.

Finally, the bird flies towards the city to find the tree that has been made into matches.

A little girl sat next to a kerosene lamp.

The girl said, "The matches have run out, but the fire lit by the matches is still lit in this lamp." ”

The story and reality are combined in this moment, and the fire is brilliant, like a gentle old memory.

The bird's face was distorted and its movements twitched, and after a long, long time, it gathered its feathers and quieted down. Stared at the lights for a moment, then opened his mouth and sang last year's song above the swamp. It sang and sang and sang and sang until the end, and the sound was already broken and twisted, but it still didn't stop.

"Shall we go now?" Su Wanluo forcibly endured the pain and spoke.

Ye Sheng threw the match in his hand and threw it on the puppeteer.

Zila! The moment the fire burns brightly! The whole underworld shook, and just as he was about to speak—

"Go find ...... first"

Suddenly, an angry shout came: "Who allowed you to come in!" "The excessive excitement seems to wake up something, and the earth shakes.

"Get out!"

The deafening sound came from above. Everyone looked up, and all of a sudden they froze in place.

They are in a cement pool.

And above the cement is a huge agitator.

The agitator is made to look like a fan, and the blades are extremely sharp edges. With this roar of the world master, the blender moved. It turned rapidly, until the shadow could not be seen clearly, and at the same time, the blade sank little by little. The machine hanging over their heads fell heavily, and there was no doubt that the moment this large meat grinder landed in the cement pool, it would shatter them all.

Chapter 75: The Man in the Story (12)

After Ye Sheng once again attracted all the dangers, he turned around neatly, leaving only a simple and simple order, "Don't follow me." ”

Ning Weichen stood in place, the beautiful and bright smile on the corner of his lips did not dissipate at all, but the thinness in his peach blossom eyes was like a layer of frost.

…… His ex-boyfriend said the same, and his habit of giving orders really hasn't changed.

The surrounding environment is chaotic. Pain, wailing, scolding, weeping, incessantly.

Ning Weichen's expression was obscure, and after a long time, the tip of his tongue was against his teeth, and he chuckled a little ironically. Raised his steps and walked towards the exact opposite place of Ye Sheng and his party.

The entire underground space is shrouded in a powerful coercion belonging to the S-class heresy. In a blood-red world, skeletal muscles are walls, and fat skin is walls.

No matter how romantic and dreamy the fairy tale characters appear here, the cruel world of reality remains the same.

There is no harsh winter, no transparent ice and snow, and blood droplets continue to flow down from the human flesh wall, dripping like a light rain.

Ning Weichen's expression was cold, and he walked through it.

Tiny raindrops froze at his side.

Each S-class heretic will have its own "field", such as the story king, before he gets close, the first thing he smells is the incense of the burning books, both the residual warmth of the ashes and the smell of ink from the scrolls. At the end of the world of flesh and blood, it was pitch black. Any spatial ability will have a place like an "operation room".

——The moment I wrote the PPS, a person was already sitting on the "human wall".

Ning Weichen's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were full of contempt and frost.

Until he can't find a way to kill the story king completely and ask the answer he wants to ask, he doesn't plan to communicate with any moderator at all, wasting his time.

However, he broke the ring for Ye Sheng again and again, and subverted the plan for Ye Sheng.

Outsiders know very little about the forum, and in fact, there is a layer of fog inside the forum and between the sections.

In the Heresy Empire, killing is the eternal law.

Above the "human wall" is a shadow shrouded in black fog. Tall, thin, pale, and curved spine.

When you see him, you will feel very familiar, he is like a person with all beings around you. A withdrawn, thin, non-talkative classmate or colleague living in his own world.

The story king has a pen in his hand, a pencil that he used a lot when he was in elementary school. He held the pen and lowered his head, as if he was meditating, as if in a daze. From afar, he looks like an autistic genius, but when you get closer and smell the strong smell of blood around him, you understand that this is not a genius, this is a madman.

Hearing the footsteps, the story king suddenly raised his head.

A pair of distorted and cold eyes hidden in the fog widened sharply when they saw someone coming.

The hand holding the pen suddenly exerted force.

The seventh moderator was on guard all over his body, and the fear from his soul made the smell of blood on his body stronger and stronger. He spoke, hoarse and grotesque, hiding the fear of gnashing his teeth.

"Yes, you?"

Ning Weichen smiled lightly: "Long time no see." He knew that the king of stories could not see himself. The tone was cold and cold, and he said calmly: "Don't you invite me to appreciate the story you wrote?" ”

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The puppet's tears melted the eternal smile on his face, and the bird sang endlessly to the candlelight.

The firelight stained the walls with a gentle orange hue. The bird's feathers are as green as the blue of the sky, and the shadows are reflected on the walls. The scene in front of me is dreamy like an illustration in an elementary school textbook, and the only thing that stands out is that the background should not be in this hell on earth, but in the spring forest and valley.

"Stay away!" Luo Xingyan said to Su Wan in a deep voice.

The mixer rumbled down, and immediately rolled the pool of cement and turned it into a pool of blood—

Luo Xingyan, as the eleventh executive officer on the list, is codenamed Shackles, and one of his abilities is the explosion of metal.

He looked up, squinting dangerously.

When the blade of the knife turned quickly and was about to enter the cement pool, he raised his arms and grabbed the blade with his bare hands.

"Luo ——!" Su Wanluo's exclamation was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything when she looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

Green tendons appeared on Luo Xingyan's arm, as if he was crushing foam paper, and easily pinched off the blades of the blender. He casually threw away the knife and leaf in his hand and said, "Go out first." ”

The series of shocks Su Wanluo received tonight had already put her brain in a state of shutdown.

"Oh yes......"

Her face was pale, she picked up Xia Wenshi, and walked out of the cement with difficulty.

Ye Sheng confronted the puppet just now, and his limbs were about to lose consciousness. Swallowing the blood in his throat, wiping the stains off his face, he looked at the ice ridges that were growing in the distance and the wind and snow howling outside, and gasped slightly.

He knew who that voice belonged to.

Belong to the "giants". Belong to this "master of the garden".

Because of the anger of the giants, the entire underground world is now in turmoil.

The already cold winter is even colder.

"Where?"

Luo Xingyan asked.

Ye Sheng said: "On the right, there is Su Jiande's office, which is also the center of this underground world. ”

Luo Xingyan nodded, he turned his head, stretched out his hand towards Su Wanluo, and said coldly: "I'll take him away." ”

“…… Hmmm, good. Su Wanluo did not shirk either. Her arm was already exhausted from a bird's bite, and blood stained her entire sleeve.

Ye Sheng relied on his memory and returned to the place where he started.

In the middle of the world, a lonely office stands abruptly. Wind and snow are raging ahead, preventing outsiders from approaching. After Luo Xingyan casually threw Xia Wenshi in a safe place, he spoke: "Let's go over?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at the sharp ice edges on the ground like a sea of knives.

Ye Sheng nodded: "Go over and keep moving forward." ”

These sharp ice edges are fences built by giants.

Only by crossing the fence can you reach the end.

"Oh." For Luo Xingyan, walking on the blade is like walking on the ground, and he is not at ease at all.

Ye Sheng didn't dare to approach before because he was worried that it would be a dead end if he entered, but the reaction of the puppet and the bird just now made him reconfirm that in this world, as long as he traces the story itself, he will not make mistakes.

In the story of "The Giant's Garden", the child still sneaks in.

Luo Xingyan likes to stuff something into his mouth once he is in a bad mood, and he breaks a piece of ice with his hand, uses it as a popsicle, and chews it with a clattering sound. Finally, I asked about the doubts I had just had: "You know these things." ”

Ye Sheng didn't intend to hide it from him: "I know." After speaking, Ye Sheng's eyes glanced at Luo Xingyan a little strangely: "You don't know?" Since it was the first year of the cataclysm a hundred years ago, you were a member of the Bureau of Unnatural Affairs, and you didn't study the education at that time? ”

Luo Xingyan: "......"

The history of the first year of the catastrophe is a key course of study at the First Military Academy. It involves all kinds of climate, geography, coups d'état and, of course, education. It's just that Luo Xingyan passed all the low scores in history class when he was in the military academy. A hint of awkwardness flashed across his wheat-colored face, and he bluffed, "How did you know about the first year of the cataclysm?!" ”

Ye Sheng looked at him like a fool and said, "Do you have water in your brain?" Anyone else but Ning Weichen told me. ”

Luo Xingyan: "......"

Luo Xingyan: "............" He admitted that his mind was a little unclear just now. Damn, he actually asked such a stupid question, which made Ye Sheng laugh in vain.

Ye Sheng had already given up normal communication with Luo Xingyan, and said succinctly: "Here, all the characters we meet are characters from textbook fairy tales a hundred years ago. ”

Luo Xingyan was stunned: "Textbooks? ”

Ye Sheng said: "Yes, maybe to be more precise, it is a primary school textbook in Huaicheng. The story that the story king once studied. ”

Luo Xingyan held back the word "rely on" for a long time.

Ye Sheng said: "The three texts in the textbook are "What is Happiness", "The Story of the Little Puppet" and "Last Year's Tree". ”