He didn't refute Ning Weichen's words.

The story king is an idealist, but he is not stupid, and he doesn't have to guess what the rest of the forum thinks, knowing that it is not that simple. How could Jeremiah be so united? If there is true unity, it is impossible to have no moderators who know the true face of any of the other moderators so far.

But so what, everyone can gain new power in the resurrection of Calamity.

His power comes from human emotion. The story of the urban nightcrawler will be spread all over the world, and the fire will burn tens of millions of people in the city, and this eternal tragedy will be written with fire and blood. But it's inconsequential, it doesn't matter. There is no change that goes without bloodshed.

The king of stories said, "I've seen your face, in the wanted warrant." His eyes were vicious, and his voice was hoarse like a serpent's letter: "You released the wanted warrant yourself?" Are you here to bring us to the door? Kill us, what's in it for you. ”

"No, when the video first came out, there was actually only one person wanted."

Ning Weichen leaned over, his eyes were devastating black mist, and he said indifferently: "If it weren't for that wanted warrant, we wouldn't have met in Huaicheng." After all, he really didn't plan to continue to have a relationship with Ye Sheng at the beginning.

The king of the story turned blue from suffocation, and shivered from the extreme cold.

He sat on his knees, holding a pen in one hand, hidden in his black sleeve, and in the process of communicating with Ning Weichen, he had actually been trying to write.

Tremblingly, he staggered and wrote, the first word.

post……

The story king said, "Do you think you can really kill me?" ”

He let out a strange sarcastic laugh, and the fear in his eyes gradually quieted down in the moment of death.

The story king said.

"There's a price to pay for you to kill me in my story, and if I'm not mistaken, Khronos, you're now in a human body, and your power will be out of control and your power will collapse with a single move. And in my story there are my rules. The most primordial rule is the dawn of the third day. ”

"If you kill me, you won't be able to get out. When dawn comes, you will be a member of Spring City. ”

scri……

"Let's make a deal, now that you know the answer you want, how about we let each other go today."

ptum……

Ning Weichen: "What do you want." ”

The king of stories said, "You let me go first." ”

Ning Weichen lowered his eyes and looked at him.

The king of the story said: "Let go of me, lift the confinement here, and I will let you out." ”

Ning Weichen said: "Lift the confinement, what should you do if you hurt me with your backhand?" ”

The story king said, "I won't do this." Because this is my last story, I love it. The Changming Mansion records all the proof of my life and existence, although it is full of darkness and pain, but doesn't life seem real because of pain? Trapping you here is also ruining the whole story. I wouldn't be like that. ”

[I am ......]

Ning Weichen sneered: "I can't see that you cherish your story so much." ”

Story King: "Yes, I was born out of stories. ”

He lowered his head, and the hand hidden in his sleeve changed from nervousness at first to trembling, and finally to a glance full of anger and hatred.

[Me]

The last stroke fell. The story king let go of his hand, and the tone of the negotiable, friendly deal changed instantly.

The story king smiled strangely, his eyes gloomy and cold.

“…… I was born out of stories. ”

"Enter my story, don't even think about going out."

The smile on Ning Weichen's face stopped.

The story king looked at his expression, couldn't help but grin the corners of his mouth behind his ears, and laughed out loud.

"Need to remind you again? That's my story. ”

This is his story. Although he showed his true body, without the protection of the "field", he could not escape the prison of time. But in his story, there is another "he".

The gloomy and withdrawn storyteller he wrote into the story.

That past self.

【post scriptum:

I am who I am. 】

He didn't have the extra strength to create a destructive rule similar to the first Spring City, but here, he could still do it by simply getting out. As long as he replaces himself in the story, gets out of here, and then hides in Tibet until dawn on the third day.

When the dawn comes, all the strangers will be assimilated! In order to trap Ning Weichen, what about ruining a story!

The story king's eyes were absolutely mad, and he said hoarsely: "When you decide to kill me, you should be ready to be killed by me." ”

This is the heretical empire, the unspoken rule of everyone.

The story king's body began to slowly blur, as if it had been slowly erased with an eraser, and disappeared into the air out of thin air.

[I am me]

He will temporarily survive in Cheng Xiaoqi's body.

Ning Weichen watched him leave, and didn't say anything, lowered his head, half-squatted down, and his slender cold fingers touched the crooked handwriting.

Time in this space begins to slowly return to normal, and absolute zero gradually warms up. Both the inner and outer spaces are in extreme chaos, with material disorder and order collapsing.

Ning Weichen lowered his eyes, as if talking to himself, and mocked lightly: "Do you really think that I like to talk nonsense to people." ”

He stood up, and a pale blue streak of water suddenly appeared in his palm. If Ye Sheng was there, he would find that Ning Weichen's water control ability was actually even more terrifying than the Kraken itself. The pale blue water turned into a simplest bow in his palm, and Ning Weichen put the index finger of his other hand into his mouth and bit through the skin. His fingertips were stained with blood, a pair of peach blossom eyes were cold purple mist, and the whole person seemed to be like a god, powerful and dangerous. A bowstring was placed on the tip of his finger, and an arrow made of blood appeared above.

Ning Weichen's expression was indifferent, and in this cramped basement, he raised his head and shot this arrow in the direction where the story king disappeared.

Since you want to change into Cheng Xiaoqi.

Then get more thorough.

*

[I would like to dedicate this article to my short, broken but shining childhood. 】

So how did Cheng Xiaoqi grow into a story king?

Ye Sheng didn't have any sad heart, from this sentence, he saw only one person after having supreme power. How to forget the original intention and become a madman.

The grotesque city is full of metaphors, full of irony.

He satirized that Spring City is a cannibalistic city, and if a person comes here, he will be assimilated in three days, become insensitive, and leave all his sweat, blood and tears in this soil;

He satirizes all kinds of neighbors.

satirizes the bullying of "Bloated", afraid of hardness, and lazy to do; satirizing the vanity and money worship of "Human Head Balloon", drug addiction and sex addiction; satirizes the violence and brainlessness of "Negative Corpse Toad", killing people and throwing corpses; satirizes the cowardice and incompetence of "Desperate Wife", taking the husband as the sky; satirizing Wang Xiaopang's lust for profit and plagiarizing the upper position; satirizing the greed and lack of virtue of the landlord created this coffin building.

Xiao Wu may be the only one he still has a good impression of, but when he saw his past self, he calmly judged him in his heart. He felt that Xiao Wu was sleepwalking, running away from everything. Maybe it's self-deprecation, because he used to cover his ears and close his eyes so much under the bed, as if everything ugly didn't exist.

"The Eyes of Others, the Tongues of Others" satirizes the world, where everyone is a dark voyeur and an ugly rumor-monger.

The essence of the satirical world in "Outside the Coffin" is the coffin, a large coffin, with a small coffin.

In the gentle and sad wind of Spring City, there is the most depressed and extreme catharsis of the young man.

This is the essence of "Grotesque City", the overwhelming mouth, the overwhelming eyes, and the overwhelming newly built buildings.

It's the world through the eyes of the story king.

Ye Sheng walked out of the Changming Mansion, raised his eyes to see the world, and found that those mouths had come to life until this night. They grow on buildings, one after another, revealing their white teeth. Almost the first moment Ye Sheng appeared in the grotesque city, the city was boiling.

He ran out of the coffin grove in the catacombs and into another coffin grove.

But Ye Sheng didn't have time anymore, he watched a No. 13 bus stumble to the suburbs in the moonlight.

The only fortunate thing is that this is adjacent to the Changming Mansion, and there are not too many high-level heretics here. Ye Sheng casually picked up the gun, and after a C-class bullet pierced the head of a heretic, he threw his body out of the driver's seat. Then I stepped on the gas pedal and caught up directly with that bus.

Countless heretics chased after him, and there were also heretics in front of him, Ye Sheng hit the steering wheel with one hand, and the gun in his hand stretched out of the window, bang, bang, and the piercing gunshots woke up the entire city.

This grotesque city of blood, with countless red lip signs on the buildings next to it, looked at him with a smile, and then they opened their mouths and stuck out one long tongue after another. These tongues of flesh are like giant snakes, horizontal above the sky, slapping down heavily, slapping the road and cracking, and the world is in turmoil.

Ye Sheng took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and struggled to break through all the obstacles and catch up with the bus.

In a hurry, Ye Sheng didn't know what button he had pressed.

It was completely different from the world of bloody madness outside, and a gentle and smiling female voice came from the car. With the soft and comfortable music as an accompaniment, Ye Sheng's pupils widened slightly, and he listened to the words on the radio nervously. It's like the human radio that people hear in the almshouse when the end comes.

[Good evening listeners and friends, it's eight o'clock in Huaicheng time, welcome to "Xiaozui Storytelling", I am your good friend Xiaozui. 】

[It is really a long-awaited start, the successful launch of "Xiaozui Storytelling" is inseparable from the support of all Huaicheng citizens, Xiaozui is also here to sincerely thank everyone, of course, I would like to thank the story magazine for its strong support to us. 】

The hostess's voice was kind and gentle, with a gentle smile.

When Ye Sheng heard this familiar opening sentence here, he could feel like a world away.

[During this time, we have received a lot of eager contributions from listeners and friends, today is the first day of the opening of the radio station, before reading everyone's contributions, Xiaozui first throws bricks and stones, and tells you a story. A conversation that took place more than 10 years ago, and the protagonist of the conversation was the president of our story magazine. Haha, yes, that's right, this story was told by the president and Xiaozui. 】

Xiaozui said.

[The protagonist is a mother who has just given birth to a child and is diagnosed with cancer.] 】

[This poor mother is an old acquaintance with the president, she is a student who the president once went to teach, and her grades are excellent, but she has to drop out of school because of family reasons. When she saw her again, she had long since lost the aura of her student days and was doing the most numbing and tedious work in the factory. 】

[On the first day of the terminal illness, the grief-stricken mother wrote a letter to her former teacher, and she asked the president. 】

[Teacher, I was diagnosed with cancer and only have one month to live. But my child has just been born, and his father has a bad temper, and all my inheritance does not add up to five hundred dollars. What can I leave him for the last month? 】

[This question is too sad for the president to do anything, but he found the answer on the fledgling Internet.] 】

[The answer says, leave a whole you, leave a whole mother.] （1）】

Ye Sheng was stunned. Outside, there were all sorts of roars and moans, and monsters crashed into his car one after another, blood and splattered the windows.

In such a world of madness and blood, this radio station seems to be the last glimmer of light in the world.

However, for Ye Sheng, this is the last and most critical clue.

*

- What can I leave him?

[Leave your words, leave your voice, leave your images.] 】

[You can write him a hundred letters and send them every year on his birthday, telling him that he has a mother who has been looking forward to his growth in a distant place.] At every crossroads where he grows up, there are people waiting for him on time. 】

[Leave your text, tell him about your childhood, and tell him about your childhood. Where did you live before. What are my grandparents like, and what are my brothers and sisters?