Chapter 11 chapter Ten

Miss Hui was stunned, she never thought that what she saw would be like this: Brother Nian lying on the ground, his face was as pale as death, only a pair of eyes showed that he was still a living thing, trying to come in people open.When he saw Miss Hui, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, his lips curled upwards into a vague smile. "You still have the strength to make a sound to report the news. It's really tough." Zhang Nianzu walked over and touched brother Nian's shoulder with his leather shoes, and then smiled at Miss Hui, "Why don't you get closer to such a miraculous scene?" What do you see?"

"You...you did it?" Ms. Hui leaned against the wall to support her limp legs, she closed her eyes and dared not look any more - there was a deep wound in Brother Nian's heart that was stabbed deeply by a sharp knife , the blood continuously flowed out from his thin body, but dissipated into the air silently in the next moment, not even staining his white-washed double-breasted shirt red.Seeing his frail appearance, I don't know how long he has been lying in this dark and hidden place. It seems that with the loss of blood, the outline of his entire body is blurred, as light as a shadow.

"It's me." Zhang Nianzu answered lightly, stood up and looked at Miss Hui's horrified look, and smiled, "But you have heard my story, you should know that I just take back what I once gave him." As he said that, he knelt down and touched Brother Nian's chest with his fingers, then lifted it up and looked at it carefully, "Look, these bloody tentacles disappeared, proving that they are nothing more than illusions of nothingness. On his body, except for what I gave That drop of his blood, everything else is an illusion, so why should Ms. Wang be sad?"

"Don't touch him!" Miss Hui pushed Zhang Nianzu away without knowing where she was, and stretched out her arms to wrap her arms around Brother Nian, only to find that he was already as light as a feather. "Why did you kill him? Didn't he do enough for you?" Miss Hui asked sadly, two flames seemed to light up in her eyes. "I need money, miss. You don't know how difficult it is for a poor student with no relatives and no reason to make a living in Beijing. But what can he give me, seven or eight oceans a month as a beggar?" Zhang Nianzu said angrily, " Why did the genie that Aladdin met bring him infinite wealth, but the one I met was a waste?"

"Shut up, what right do you have to insult him?" Miss Hui retorted unbearably, "Do you know how you get the seven or eight oceans a month? When you are studying in peace, he is alone. Do some hard work day and night, live frugally, and even dare not ask for medical medicine when you are injured! The money is really his blood and sweat, you just contributed a drop of blood, how can it be worth it?" "He actually earns money like this?" Zhang Nianzu was obviously taken aback, and was at a loss for a moment.He opened his mouth, his nostrils fluttered, and his raised hands froze in mid-air.However, the next moment, he immediately laughed again, "Isn't he a god, he doesn't even have any spells, what a useless piece of trash..."

Feeling Brother Nian's body twitch violently because of the last two words, Miss Hui felt a pain in her heart, she put aside her usual ladylike demeanor and shouted: "Zhang Nianzu, shut up!" "Being a god to this extent is a disgrace." Zhang Nianzu continued talking, as if once he shut up, some kind of cowardly guilt in his heart would destroy his courage to cast aside morality. "Do you know who he is? He is just a slave created by his miraculous master, who fled to our world privately. But now his master has promised me that as long as I send him back, my wealth It can be expanded ten times! When the drop of blood I gave him finally flows out, he will get rid of the attraction of this world and disappear completely—Miss Wang, please understand that this is not murder, and he has not committed any crimes! No matter what you say to outsiders, no one will believe you without evidence. Besides," Zhang Nianzu suddenly smiled ambiguously, "Mrs. Wang has taken a fancy to me as her son-in-law..."

"Illusions..." Brother Nian, who had been lying in Miss Hui's arms all this time, suddenly struggled, and his weak voice reached the ears of the two quarrelers, "What he gave you...are all illusions... " "What are you talking about, the money your master gave me is an illusion?" Zhang Nianzu laughed loudly, tugging at the expensive shirt on his body, "Is this an illusion? If I didn't feel his divine power in person, why should I do this?" Trying hard to send you back to his world? After all, my conscience is also very valuable... In fact, there is another way to tell the story of Aladdin's magic lamp, that is, if you send the lamp back to its original owner, it will still be fine. ..."

"Brother, don't explain any more..." Brother Nian suddenly raised his upper body with great effort, and looked at the eloquent Zhang Nianzu with compassionate eyes, "I know you are not feeling well, I won't blame you ..." "Nonsense, don't think you can guess my mind!" Zhang Nianzu jumped up as if someone had stepped on his foot, his fair face flushed red, "I actually did a good deed by returning you to the original owner. After all, I am also a highly educated person, and a gentleman loves money in a proper way..." "Miss Hui, hold me tight..." Ignoring Zhang Nianzu's confused words, Brother Nian turned his head with difficulty and whispered to Miss Hui.

Miss Hui saw that his appearance resembled the reflection of human beings, she was so sad that she couldn't bear to go against his wishes, she knelt down on the ground and bent down, tightly hugging Brother Nian, who was vaguely present, in her arms.No matter what he is, Miss Hui will never forget his kindness and innocence, which are precious things in her world.As for Zhang Nianzu, Ms. Hui no longer paid any attention to him, allowing him to chatter endlessly under the torment of conscience and the burning of desire, continuing his one-man show that lost the audience. "Let's go..." The extremely light sigh was like a feather brushing by, Miss Hui felt a blur in front of her eyes, and her whole body seemed to be attracted by some force, even Zhang Nianzu's exclamation went away in an instant.When she woke up, she found that she had fallen into an endless wheat field, but she was still holding the weak Brother Nian tightly in her arms.

"You cast the spell?" Miss Hui sat up and asked in surprise.The mountains in the distance came into view through the rows of poplar trees, and she seemed to recognize that this was the suburb of Beijing. Brother Nian nodded weakly, presumably because this teleportation act exhausted all his accumulated strength, his body became weaker and weaker. "Hold on, don't die." Miss Hui watched Brother Nian's change in horror, her arms were tightly around him, as if trying to prevent the afterglow of the setting sun from slipping from her palm.She suddenly didn't know how to call the transparent figure in front of her, and she couldn't pronounce the syllables of his name, but she didn't want to use Zhang Nianzu's name to defile him, tears rolled down one by one, "Actually, what is there in our world?" Okay? You have suffered so much and met someone like Zhang Nianzu..."

"But I can do a lot of things here... Even your tears are warm..." Brother Nian opened his eyes as clear as water, and smiled as if dreaming, "Unlike there, the only thing I can do every day What I do is to open the windows on time, let the wind blow the ice, and remind other angels to play the music... Although there is sunshine there, but the place where I stay is so cold, even the flame beast... can only take a look from a distance ..." "I have a solution, I can keep you!" Miss Hui suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed in surprise, "I will give you my blood, so that you can stay here!" Putting it between the teeth and biting it fiercely, the bright red blood beads bloomed like red plum blossoms. "I don't want your blood..." Brother Nian turned his head with difficulty, avoiding Miss Hui's finger in front of him.He closed his eyes and gasped for a few quick breaths, his translucent white face seemed to turn red, "Because in that case... I will become like you... and I will never be able to... love you..." "You..." Miss Hui listened blankly to his words, not knowing how to respond, so she didn't respond.She lowered her eyes, and stubbornly brought her bloody finger closer to Brother Nian again, forcing a consoling smile on her lips, "This is just a stopgap measure. I have...lost Brother Seven, and I don't want to be in the same God...lost you too..." "Seventh Young Master?" Brother Nian suddenly caught a glimpse of another person's blood on Miss Hui's finger, and asked with concern. "Brother Seven is in prison... I'm afraid there will be bad luck..." When Miss Hui said this, the calmness she had just forced could no longer be sustained, she suddenly raised her face, and the tears couldn't stop like a stream. Brother Nian looked at Miss Hui who was so sad, and sighed softly: "Seventh Young Master is really a good person... I still remember the poem he wrote...People, are you suffering from darkness? Please use your body as a candle. Use yourself What you get in exchange for blood is the real blessing of light..." He read intermittently, and suddenly smiled: "I now understand why the Seventh Young Master is better than me... He got everything by himself, unlike me...every time he relies on other people's charity... …Brother is right, I am a piece of trash, useless for anything..." "Don't take Zhang Nianzu's nonsense words to heart!" Miss Hui hurriedly interrupted him when she heard Brother Nian's tone was different. "It's the blessing of light that is bought with your own blood..." Brother Nian repeated in a trance, and smiled at Miss Hui, "Okay, let me use your blood to reunite." After finishing speaking , he suddenly pressed his hand on the wound on his chest, the remaining blood in his body rose from between his fingers like a red cloud, and his body quickly melted away.In the end, Miss Hui was the only one left in the wheat field, and there was a drop of blood hanging from the tip of the wheat seedling, which finally fell into the ground without a trace. "Brother Nian, Brother Nian?" Miss Hui called twice, but no one responded, but there seemed to be a gust of breeze lingering around her fingertips. Sheng Guangzhe's bloodstains disappeared. "Miss Hui." A voice came from behind her, and Miss Hui suddenly turned around, but took a step back in shock—the one standing in front of her was Sheng Guangzhe who was imprisoned!However, after a moment of distraction, she had already realized that this was not Sheng Guangzhe, but an illusion created by Brother Nian through the blood. "I'm sorry, I turned into the seventh young master." Brother Nian smiled apologetically, as if explaining with a guilty conscience, "But this drop of blood doesn't carry human aura, and the phantom I formed won't last for two days." "Who are you, and what is your world?" Miss Hui asked in amazement. "At the very beginning, there was no world of mine. There was only a philosopher, poet, or artist in your world. He created a complete world in fantasy. His powerful spiritual power became the foundation of life in that world. The source, and the various lives he created have gradually escaped the control of the initiator, and are attached to the rules of that world to form a whole. That is to say, although they are only created by human thoughts, they have their own will. , they are alive. It is just their shadows cast on your world, which in your eyes are just the fragments of some people's thoughts. Now that he is dead, his eternal spiritual power can continue to sublimate into a god in his world, maintaining everything in that world." Brother Nian patiently explained. "Is the spiritual power of human beings really that powerful?" Miss Hui asked incredulously, "Then what should I do so that you can escape there permanently?" "Yes, as far as human imagination is, the world they create is as broad as it is. It's just that the existence of that world is either eternal or fleeting depending on the size of the spiritual power." Brother Nian nodded and turned to Miss Hui smiled optimistically, "Since I was created by someone's spiritual power, as long as someone can create a stronger and richer world for me than now, I can get rid of the shackles of the original world and enter the new world. world to be reborn." "How do I create it?" Miss Hui's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of wonder, she looked at Brother Nian eagerly, her eyes sparkling. "All forms are fine: text, painting, music...even meditation. In fact, as long as you really create it, there will be an exact correspondence in another space, just like the projections on the wall, they are all Can construct a new world." Brother Nian said this, before waiting for Miss Hui to answer, he changed the topic, "I don't have much spiritual power left, so I have to leave quickly." "Wait a minute, what are you going to do?" Miss Hui didn't have time to savor every word of Brother Nian, she just grabbed him by instinct, trying to stop his next move. "Seventh Young Master is more needed by your world and by you than me." Brother Nian stared deeply at Miss Hui, and sighed softly, "Miss Hui, let go. If you want to save me , just imagine a beautiful world for me, one day, I will live in it..." "No, I don't allow you to do this, and Seventh Brother won't allow it either!" Miss Hui suddenly understood Brother Nian's intentions, and grabbed his sleeve even more forcefully, "No matter how noble and important a person is, he There is no right to ask another person to exchange his life for him!" "It's the real blessing of light that is bought with your own blood and blood..." Brother Nian said with a smile, and suddenly disappeared from Miss Hui's fingers like air, and only a sentence with infinite regret was gently coiled in place : "Unfortunately, I can't hear you call my name..." "You come back..." Miss Hui stretched out her arms towards the void, and shouted loudly, but there was no echo in the surrounding area, only the boundless wheat fields in the suburbs of Beijing were blown by the wind, undulating like waves.