Chapter 21 Section IX

The moon showed half of its face, and the moonlight, in Tang Ze's eyes, was blood red just like the color-changing net. Did the moon change color, or did my own eyes change color? ! Tang Ze's sword was stunned on the ground. Suddenly, a yaksha that slipped through the net jumped up from not far away, and landed behind Tang Ze, a short distance away. Although he hadn't made a move for a long time, he had not lost the agility and counter-attack instinct that he should have had as the best exorcist. He lowered his body, avoiding the sharp claws sweeping across his back, and kicked the opponent's abdomen backwards.

Yasha staggered, backed up a few steps, and rushed forward without fear of death. Tang Ze had already turned around, facing Yasha. In the blowing wind, there is the smell of tearing oneself into pieces. However, when Yasha's claws were about to reach Tang Ze's face, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his subordinates hesitated. Yasha still remembered the man holding the sword in front of him.The person who grilled meat for them in the smoke and fire. Tang Ze obviously couldn't read the eyes of a rough yaksha. The moment the other party hesitated meant nothing to him but an excellent opportunity to fight back.

The hand is raised, the sword is dropped, as cool and unrestrained as three years ago. A hole was opened in the middle of Yasha's throat impartially. Yaksha stood there like a sculpture, maintaining that hesitant posture. The wound cracked, blood gushed out. The opponent, who was like an iron tower, fell heavily on his back, kicking up dust all over the sky. Tang Ze stepped forward, looked at Yasha's stubbornly opened eyes, and stopped in mid-air with his hand reaching for the bony protrusion in its heart. "The treasured sword is not old." The lama who had been watching the excitement applauded Tang Ze, but said sarcastically, "Dare to kill, but dare not take the spoils you deserve?!"

Tang Ze glanced at him, and with a movement of his hands, he tore off the bony bead from Yasha's neck, which was still breathing. "This is just like you." The lama nodded approvingly. At this time, a few screams from the front attracted all their attention—not Yaksha's screams, but human screams. The broken limbs flew apart, and the gushing blood drew a momentary strange pattern under the moonlight, and then splashed to the ground, and was swallowed by the blood of Yaksha winding in the crevices of the gravel like a river in a blink of an eye. The leader of the yaksha stood on a raised boulder, panting like a cow, his body was wrapped with a torn silver net, and the sharp silver thorns piercing his body were densely packed from head to toe.The golden fur wrapping its body has been dyed a shocking red almost beyond its original color.

Blood, no way to tell where it came from, maybe it's own, maybe it's the human beings it just tore into pieces, dripping down the sticky strands of hair. The lama's eyes changed, and the only remaining subordinate beside him couldn't help trembling. Red Hair's fierceness and unimaginable strength shattered their dream of a quick battle. The eight men in black shirts became a heap of stumped limbs that were no different from waste products, and they were spread messily on the ground. Ow! Hongmao looked at the corpses of his companions lying on the ground under his feet, raised his head, and roared.

Pain, anger, and sadness seemed to shake the entire Woxu Mountain apart. "Master..." The man in black took a few steps back, "We... let's leave as soon as possible, the situation is not good." After all, he, who was still imposing when he landed, turned around and rushed towards the way he came. "It's human nature to be afraid of death." The Lama didn't even look at the guy, he shook his arm slightly, held the small dagger in his palm, and then threw it backhand, "But, it's not because you are afraid that you don't have to die."

Plop! The escapee fell to the ground. The dagger pierced through his vest. Tang Ze didn't show any surprise at Lama's behavior, he just looked at him and smiled. It's strange, Tang Ze just wants to laugh now, no matter what he is facing. Why? !He himself could not say why. The face is smiling, but the heart feels like a needle... "This, let us solve it ourselves." The lama put the rosary on his wrist and walked towards the red hair. However, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Behind the huge red-haired body that was as strong as a mountain, another figure slowly walked out, thin, small, with a limp, and a somewhat heavy gait.It still has long disheveled hair, pointed ears, and the body is covered with blood-stained black fur. There is also a piece of incomplete silver mesh hanging on the shoulder, and the silver thorns exposed outside the body are shining brightly.

The moonlight cast down, illuminating a pair of round eyes, as transparent as clear water. Tang Ze paused for a few seconds. A once-familiar name gradually became clear in my heart. With a little effort, the little man threw out the round thing he was holding in his hand. Gululu rolled for a while, and the round thing stopped not far from Tang Ze. It was the head of some black-shirted man whose terrified eyes could not be closed until death. "There is still a fish that slipped through the net..." The Lama looked at this "little guy" whose facial features were covered with mud, and was stopped by an inexplicable fear in an instant.

In this Yaksha, there is no pain, no anger, no sadness, and no attitude of attacking regardless of everything. It looks like an outsider, indifferently looking at the corpse in front of it, and Tang Ze standing opposite. "read!" Tang Ze's sword fell to the ground with a clang. He should have thought earlier that it would not be easy for Hongmao alone to tear eight people into pieces in such a short period of time.At that time, the scene of Nian attacking his two companions in order to save him is still vivid. How much power does this woman with mixed human and Yaksha blood contain in that thin body? !

Tang Ze couldn't estimate it, and he didn't want to estimate it. He didn't even dare to look at her more. "What are you waiting for?! We can go back after they are dealt with!" The lama suddenly scolded, then narrowed his eyes, "We are only one step away from building our world successfully!" As soon as he finished speaking, the lama stared at the ground, leaped several feet high, moved his hand, and pulled out a silver steel wire as thin as a hair from the rosary wrapped around his wrist, and slashed at the red hair viciously. Angry to the extreme, the red hair was naturally not to be outdone, and with all his remaining strength, he waved his sharp claws and greeted the lama before the blood drained.

brush! The flexible steel wire entangled the claws of the red hair stretching towards the lama's heart. The red hair didn't pay attention to this steel wire. The big net made of thousands of silver wires just now couldn't trap him, so what's the fear of this mere "hair"? ! However, how could Hongmao's simple mind think that the lama's thin thread, together with his mantra, is enough to cover ten large nets. The sharp pain of bone cracking erupted on the red-haired wrist, he thought that this time he could just use all his strength to tear off the filament that irritated him just like he had dealt with the net that trapped him just now.However, this time, the harder he tried, the deeper the steel wire was embedded, and the muscles and meridians were cut off layer by layer. Hongmao wanted to bite off the lama's neck with his sharp teeth, but the cunning lama stayed in the air and refused to touch the ground, keeping an absolute safe distance from Hongmao.Unless Hongmao has the same ability to step on the air as flat as he does, there is no way to touch his body. Hongmao, who was accustomed to using brute force, even tried to break free from the steel wire that bound him. With just a little more force, Hongmao's claws would be severed. The lama sneered, and chanted another spell. The steel wire automatically stretched a lot, circled in the air, and finally wrapped it around the red hair's neck accurately. As soon as the lama exerted force, the steel wire tightened instantly. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the lama. Seeing that the situation was not good, the lama grasped the steel wire tightly with one hand, shook out a gleaming dagger with the other, and threw it at the comer viciously. "Read!" Tang Ze suddenly shouted, "Don't!" The dagger was extremely fast, forming a silver-white straight line in the air, but Nian's reaction was faster, turning over lightly, and the dagger flew past her side. No one expected that Nian was a flying Yaksha. In the blink of an eye, Nian had landed beside the Lama, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and then bit his neck. squeak!Blood with temperature soared from between Nian's teeth. "Ah!!!" The lama couldn't dodge it in time, screamed in pain, and yelled angrily, "Tang Ze!" Tang Ze raised his head and watched everything that happened in mid-air without saying a word. Maybe the lama was dizzy from the pain, he forgot that Tang Ze was no longer the exorcist who could fly a hundred feet high, and he no longer had any supernatural powers. In fact, even if Tang Ze had that ability now, he wouldn't make a move. Now, he really wanted this lama to die, at the hands of Nian. Seeing that Tang Ze didn't respond, the lama had no choice but to let go of the hand holding the steel wire, and tried to grab Nian's arm with his backhand.But Nian's movements were always one step ahead of him, grabbing his wrist.There were only two crackling sounds, and the lama's hand bones were crushed by her. Beads of sweat oozed from the lama's forehead. He groaned and shook his body violently a few times, like a twitching chicken. A stream of white foam flowed from the corner of his mouth. In the end, he was very "tenacious" His head finally drooped slowly, and blood flowed down his neck and covered his whole body. Nian carried him and shook it, the one in his hand was not a person, but a dead fish. Letting go of his hand, Lama fell on the gravel like mud. Nian returned to the ground and kicked the Lama with his foot. "Read!" Tang Ze, who was sweating for her, finally let go of his heart, and ran to her side a few steps, "You...I..." Without even looking at him, she went straight to Hongmao who was lying on the ground with weak breathing, and carefully unwound the steel wire around his neck. At this moment, Tang Ze noticed in surprise that the reason why Nian couldn't walk easily was because he was missing a left foot.A lightly polished wooden stick was tied below her knees. "What happened to your foot?" Tang Ze grabbed Nian's arm and asked eagerly. Nian pulled his hand away, never leaving his eyes from his companion lying on the ground. Hongmao's injury was serious, and there was hardly a piece of good flesh on his body. The wound pierced by the silver thorn no longer bleeds out. Maybe the wound has solidified, or maybe there is no blood to bleed. At this moment, Hongmao, Only air out, no air in. Nian tried to pull Hongmao's arm, but Hongmao didn't move at all, only let out a low moan from his throat, and then raised his arm with difficulty, pointing his finger at Tang Ze who was at a loss. Does he want to kill himself? ! This idea immediately jumped into Tang Ze's mind, but was quickly rejected by him. The red hair looked at him, but there was no murderous look in his eyes. After trembling slightly, the red hair exhausted its last bit of strength, its arms drooped heavily, and its head slowly tilted to one side... Nian pushed Hongmao's arm hard, speaking a language that only Yasha could understand. However, the red hair did not give her any response. He died, eyes closed forever in the carnage, like his companions lying around. Nian stood up, turned his head a little sluggishly, and looked at everything around him, mountains, trees, stones, and the corpses of his companions, all sunk in absolute silence.The wind blowing towards her face, mixed with a strong smell of blood, blew her messy hair, and the bony beads on her neck made a slight collision sound as her heart rose and fell. Tang Ze stood there blankly, not knowing what he should say or do to her. The culprit of everything in front of him was not the lama, not the man in black shirt, but him. After a while, Nian limped towards Tang Ze. "you go……" She only gave him two words, categorically. "Nian... you... listen to me..." Tang Ze grabbed her hand. "Let's go..." Nian pulled out his hand and looked at the road behind Tang Ze. "Tell me, what's wrong with your feet?" Tang Ze felt a sudden pain in his heart as he smelled the bloody night wind and looked at her bruised and bruised. "Go..." Nian didn't look at him from the beginning to the end, and only said the same word to him. "Nian, I..." Before Tang Ze finished speaking, his face suddenly changed and he shouted, "Be careful!" He started to push Nian on his side to the outside. However, it was still a step late. A jet of black light shot precisely at Nian from behind, easily passed through her head, and finally flew out from between her eyebrows. Thin blood flowed slowly from the center of Nian's eyebrows. Sea water, sky, moonlight, mountain rocks, in her eyes, merged into colorful ribbons, sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, entangled and flying all over the sky, filling her eyes.In the chaos, there is a person standing, unable to see clearly, only a head of green hair, dancing under the light and shadow... Tang Ze hugged Nian who fell down, completely ignoring the countless dense silver thorns stuck in her body. "Read! Read! Wake up! Wake up!" He shook the person in his arms vigorously, preventing her from closing her eyes. Nian Chang let out a long breath, focused his gaze on Tang Ze's face, and slowly uttered two words: "No...hate..." Tang Ze was stunned. Don't hate... The words read are always so simple, but they always make it impossible for him to guess. "Nian! Nian! Don't sleep, talk to me!" Nian's body was getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were slowly closing. Tang Ze panicked, shouted and shook. "Fish... the moon..." The voice of reading is getting weaker and weaker, like dreaming, and a rare smile blooms on the corner of the mouth... She, who has never smiled, freezes at the end of her life with a smile... "read……" Tang Ze sat slumped on the ground, holding the thought of exhaling his last breath, staring blankly at a certain place in the void. A cough sounded behind them. Someone got up from the gravel. The sound of rolling stones brought Tang Ze back to reality from the state of trance. He turned his head, looked at the lama who had just passed away, and stood up tremblingly from the ground. puff! The embarrassing lama spit out a few black rosary beads from his mouth, and laughed dryly: "Stupid Yaksha, you actually want to fight me, hum." Tang Ze gently put down his thoughts, got up and walked towards the Lama. "You have a good friendship with that yaksha." The lama's veil was mostly down, revealing the ugly scars that looked like severe burns underneath. Tang Ze didn't answer, and continued to walk towards him, his fists gradually clenched. The lama looked at Tang Ze who was approaching him calmly, and said, "I know what you are thinking. But I advise you to give up this idea." Less than two meters away from him, Tang Ze stopped and looked at him coldly. "Smart people should continue to be allies with me." The lama walked up to Tang Ze, raised his severed wrist, and pointed at the corpses everywhere, "Have you seen these?! The world that belongs to us lies in them! Not only their bone protrusions, but also themselves, are also rare treasures." Tang Ze didn't speak, but there was a layer of doubt in his eyes. "Hehe, the bone protrusion is the panacea for all diseases, and Yasha's body is also the panacea." The lama's eyes moved down to Tang Ze's legs, "You are also a beneficiary." "What did you say?!" Tang Ze heard that there was something in his words, and asked. "Yakshas are a very magical group. Even if they die, their corpses will take hundreds of years to decompose. And their limbs can be transplanted to any human body in need, and they will soon be completely compatible with the new body. Together, it’s as perfect as a newborn.” The more the lama said, the more excited he was, he looked at Tang Ze’s left foot, “Your left foot can’t be recovered with a bony protrusion. You should understand what’s going on, right?! Ha ha." What the Lama said was like a thunderbolt exploding on Tang Ze's head. My left foot "grows" out, but Nian's left foot... sky…… Tang Ze squeezed his left foot hard, and the tingling feeling like an electric shock rushed from the sole of the foot to the top of the head. Tom!Tang Ze fell to the ground. The lama didn't care about Tang Ze's performance, and continued on his own: "Look at what we got, hundreds of yaksha corpses, how many people do you think will come begging us to give them a hand or One foot? Young man, this is not Woxu Mountain, this is our treasure! You are in charge of the Tumen Group, so it is not difficult to secretly transport these yakshas back." Tang Ze couldn't hear what he said later.His hand, which never left his left foot, was almost pinching it. The lama walked up to him and sneered: "They are just animals that are neither humans nor beasts, and they can only survive in the world in the most brutal way. They don't understand emotions, they are just stupid animals, so you don't have to make that expression , let alone blame yourself for your actions. Take a good look at the road ahead, and that is the most important thing." "Hehe..." Tang Ze stood up slowly, wiped the sweat from his temples with his cold hands, and smiled wryly, "Maybe...you are right. When I was living here, I was almost torn apart by them as food. to pieces. They're just savage animals who can't even speak human words..." "Hey, it's good that you understand. For these low-level animals that have high-level functions, there is only one role in the world, which is to provide necessary services for people like us." The lama smiled triumphantly, "You and I cooperate , plus this group of Yakshas, ​​hehe, as long as human beings still cherish their lives, as long as they are still afraid of living without hands and feet, then from now on, there will be nothing in the world that we can’t get.” "Yeah." Tang Ze sighed, then nodded, and turned his head to look towards the coast, "These Yakshas are all huge. The boat we came here might not be able to hold much." "Hey, it's okay, first put a few smaller ones back. Then you send a big boat and we'll come back." The lama signaled him not to worry, then looked at his severed wrist, and said, "After going back, I will There will be a new pair of hands soon, lol." Tang Ze walked to the red-haired corpse and asked, "Put away all their bony protuberances first. This guy is the leader, and his bony protuberances are the biggest. It was the one that gave me the bony protuberances back then." "Well, first collect all the bone protrusions and take them away." The lama nodded. Tang Ze bent down and pulled the thin rope around the red-haired neck a few times, but he failed to pull the bone protrusion off as he wished. He raised his eyes and looked to the side, beside Nian's body lay the long sword given to him by the lama. He walked over, picked up the sword, returned to Hongmao's side, swung it swiftly, the string broke in two, and the bone protrusion fell into his hand smoothly. "Here!" Tang Ze handed Gu Tu to the Lama's hand and said, "There's still a lot, I'll go over there. Hurry up, I don't want to stay here anymore." The lama chuckled: "Let's split up." After finishing speaking, the lama turned around and walked towards Nian. However, just as he turned around, he noticed something unusual behind him, a gust of wind swept straight to the back of his neck. Knowing something was wrong, he subconsciously buried his head down, trying to avoid the ensuing danger that made him terrified. However, his movements were not faster than Tang Ze behind him. Time seems to have returned to many years ago in an instant, back to the time when he had slashed countless monsters and was full of vigor, and he became a monster extermination master with a sword in his hand, sending the enemy to hell with just one move. The lama's body was frozen, and a thin line appeared on the exposed back of his neck. Soon, the line expanded rapidly and became a neat incision. While the blood was gushing, the lama's head was separated from his neck, and his bones fell to the ground, and his short body also fell down. With a head covered in ashes, staring at a pair of unrepentant eyes, the resentful gaze may be aimed at Tang Ze, but now he can only cast it to the sky helplessly... "If possible, I hope you died at the hands of those stupid animals you mentioned." Throwing away the sword, Tang Ze turned back to Nian and carefully pulled out the thorns on her body. sorry Sorry…… he murmured. Not only to Nian, but also to the entire Woxu Mountain, he has the deepest apology. This group of simple-minded yakshas just helped them barbecue, and gave him such a precious bone protrusion as a gift, and Nian not only saved his own life, but also rebuilt him a complete one at such a high price. Body…… don't hate... Tang Ze finally understood what Nian said "don't hate" before he died. The world of Yasha is too simple. Maybe in their eyes, they will always be the good guy who helps them barbecue in the smoke. In their minds, there are no concepts such as "purpose" and "interest" that only exist in the human world. They would not even understand that the results of Woxu Mountain today are all thanks to him alone.It's not that they don't hate, but they don't know how to hate him at all. Their love hate, too clean. Nian is right, she always has to go by herself.This is not his world. His inadvertent intrusion should have ended with an eternal parting.But what did he do? ! Tang Ze really wanted to shed a tear, but he couldn't. The tears seemed to be frozen in the body, as well as the blood, they all stopped walking in a hurry at this time... It was dawn, and the sun shrouded Woxu Mountain warmly. Holding a torch, Tang Ze stood quietly in front of the Yasha corpses piled up together. A moment later, the torches flew high and fell on the corpse. boom! Blazing flames shot up into the sky. Tang Ze used all the engine oil on board on them. The flames flushed his face. "Sorry." Leaving those words behind, he turned around and walked towards the woods where the fresh water was hidden. The puddles are quiet, occasionally one or two bubbles pop up. Nian lay by the water, the dirt on her body was washed clean, and the sunlight passing through the treetops cast beautiful mottled light spots on her delicate and beautiful face. Tang Ze was digging the soil seriously at the place where they sat side by side. While digging, he smiled at Nian: "It's funny how you catch fish." Nian's long eyelashes covered his immature skin, trembling slightly in the morning breeze, as if responding to his laughter. Tang Ze poured all the bony protuberances of his body into the pit and buried them carefully. After finishing all this, he walked to Nian, sat down, hugged her in his arms, and stared at the front. Don't go, never go again. The legend of Yasha should end by himself. he said in his heart. Is it redemption? !seems not. It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I don't know where to go. The world, where is your world? ! Tang Ze asked himself. After an unknown amount of time, a voice echoed in my ears—— Tang Ze, nowhere is your world, because you have already lost yourself. hehe…… Tang Ze hugged the cold Nian tightly and smiled... The sun gate was turning silently, the flames outside the woods were still burning fiercely, and the waves were beating against the rocks on the shore without stopping for a moment. The earth is still turning, and the people on the other side of the sea are still living as usual, and everything is no different. If one day, you accidentally land on a desert island in the sea, maybe you will see a white-haired old man holding a beautiful girl with pointed ears sitting in the moonlight; maybe you will see a Bones, lying down in front of a tall cave; maybe... maybe you won't see anything, only the mountains and stones that don't speak, and listen to the people around you talking about those legends that are both true and false...