Chapter 23 Snow Country Sixteen Mortal Joys (2)

The New Year is still here, slowly coming under the white shroud of death. I feel colder than ever. Heavy snow began to fall, piece by piece, covering the whole world. There is a lamp on the table, and the light of the oil lamp softly diffuses around the room. The dim yellow light makes the atmosphere of this winter's desolation a lot weaker. Chao Ya was still lying on the bed, and Huang Tuo's protective barrier was still covering her body. Luna stood by the window, and the wind blew through the night, blowing her hair in all directions. Huang Tuo asked, Wang, what do you think of Ya Zhao's death?

All I can say is that crows did it. Luna turned around and said to me, not necessarily, maybe the Western Dharma Protector has already appeared. I asked Luna, so, who could it be? Luna said that anyone is possible.Luna looked at Chao Ya lying on the bed, then turned to me and said, Wang, can you come out for a while? The winter in the mortal world is actually colder than the winter in Renxue City.Although it is the New Year, when those naughty children go home after playing tired, the whole street becomes extraordinarily deserted. On the ground, there are fireworks and confetti they let go and lanterns they played with, piled up on both sides and covered with white snow. on the street.

Luna stood in the wind, with her long hair and robe flying up from behind her, she said, Wang, I solemnly tell you something, first, I doubt Chao Ya, and second, I doubt Huang Tuo.Between the two of them, one is the Western Dharma Protector. I saw the wind and snow in Luna's eyes, and I suddenly felt as if my body had been emptied. I asked her weakly, why? Regarding Chao Ya, Wang, let me ask you, what do you think of Chao Ya's ability to manipulate dreams after passing Die Che's Heaven-breaking Temple? It has definitely reached the spiritual power of a first-class astrologer.

How does it compare to me? Honestly, it should be above you. Indeed, Wang, Chao Ya's level of creating dreams is already higher than mine. In a sense, she can already be regarded as an excellent astrologer.Among the assassination techniques I have learned, there is the method of manipulating dreams, and Ya Zhao also died under this assassination method.But, Wang, you know what?Even I have the ability to destroy the dream that engulfed Yazhao today, but Chao Ya had already started to do it at that time. I thought that dream was a very simple matter for Chao Ya, so I didn't do it, but Chao Ya was actually taken by that Wounded by the dream, when I wanted to do it, Yazhao was already dead.

what do you mean…… I mean, Luna looked at me and said slowly, Chao Ya is fully capable of breaking that dream, but she didn't save Ya Zhao, and she was pretending to be hurt. So what about Huang Tuo? Since Chao Ya was pretending to be injured, Huang Tuo should have found out, but Huang Tuo didn't say anything, he and Chao Ya were acting together.Moreover, there are many things about Huang Tuo that make me feel unbelievable. I don't know what it is, but it's just an intuition. The wind blows from the end of the long street and from the back of Luna. Those cold and biting winds are like thin and sharp ice slices, cutting my face one by one.I looked at Luna and felt the despair I had never experienced before.

I have to admit that Western Protector is the most powerful opponent I have ever met. He can easily kill the people around me without even showing up. I can only stand in the middle of the snow and look at the people around me. Then die one by one. When I got back to the inn that night, the lights in Chao Ya's room had gone out.The lights in Huang Tuo's room had also been extinguished. I was lying on the bed, but the nightmares were pressing on me one after another, those dead souls bloomed into trance ripples above the sky, they talked in my ears, smiled, and felt sad.Those past events came out of nowhere, sweeping the memories of those standing quietly in my dreams, everything collapsed and crumbled, and I stood in the ruins, standing among the withered and yellowed cherry blossom petals. On the corpse, tears streamed down his face.

A few huge snowbirds flew across the sky, and those clear chirps carved indelible scars on my white pupils. At the end of the dream, the land was full of flaming red lotus again, just like when Shi Shi died hundreds of years ago, those red lotus spewed out from the end of the sky like magma, spewed out from the gaps in the clouds, and finally submerged Lost everything. The flames burst into the sky. The second person who was manipulated by the dream and died was Yupo. Like Yazhao, he pierced his chest with the three-thorn sword. He still had strange blue eyes, a vague smile like a shadow, and a wave surging from the ground. windy.

When we arrived at Yu Po, he had already pierced his chest with the three-thorn sword, neither Luna nor Chao Ya had time to decipher the dream that enveloped him. Then came the third one, Tong Xie. When Entropy Crack saw Tong Xie lying on the ground, he didn't say anything, just kept looking at the blue sky.After a long time, he said that all my men died in the end.Maybe it should be me next. The new year has finally passed, but there is too much breath of death in this new year.We didn't tell the new waiter about the deaths of these people, because he was such a pure and simple person, and he might never experience these bizarre deaths and weird assassinations in his life.He is just a simple and happy mortal person, satisfied with his own life, happily living with his family for a hundred years and then leaving calmly and peacefully.Sometimes I think that this kind of life may be a truly happy life, instead of being like me, a king imprisoned by infinite shackles, with great spiritual power, but always lonely.

The waiter in the shop is still busy every day, and greets the prodigal sons who have started wandering again and the pedestrians on the journey with a smiling face. The shopkeeper’s child is still playing with his ice blue ball every day, and when he sees us, he smiles happily and asks us to accompany him. He played, and the whole mortal world was still running according to its usual trajectory, without any abnormalities. However, the breath of death still hangs over our heads, like a thick and thick dark cloud, which lingers for a long time without seeing light or breaking wind. No one knows how Yazhao and Yupo were manipulated by the dream. According to their spiritual power, it is impossible for them to be easily manipulated to the point of committing suicide, unless they were completely unprepared at the beginning and then fell into the dream After that, I can no longer come out.But after so many bizarre deaths, it is impossible for Yazhao and Yupo to relax their vigilance, unless the person who controlled them with dreams is someone they will never suspect.After the incident, Luna told me that, I didn’t say anything, and neither did Huang Tuo, because we didn’t know what to do now, and we were completely lost. It seemed that what we could wait for was the crow and the western protectors to continue killing people.

Huang Tuo suddenly said, Wang, do you still remember Xing Gui's third dream? Luna's eyes suddenly lit up, she said, of course I remember, Xinggui told us to open when there is no clue, no direction and no way to move forward. That dream was a lengthy but extremely simple dream, because the whole dream was Ying Kongshi, my younger brother.With his handsome and unruly face, in the dream, Shi ran towards the distance, running far away, cherry blossoms and snow kept falling from behind him, covering the traces of his running.In the farthest distance, where the horizon fell, Shi became his childhood appearance. He stood on the horizon and smiled at me. The heavy snow fell and piled up on his hands and turned into a snow-white ball. The voice of his voice diffused from the horizon, he called me, brother, are you happy?are you happy?

I have never been able to understand why Xinggui gave me this dream, is it so that I can recall Ying Kongshi?Or do you mean something else?If it only reminds me of Ying Kong Shi, then why did she ask me to open it when I have no clue at all? I suddenly remembered a dream that Xing Jiu gave me before, that dream in which my younger brother and I passed the illusionist qualification in Luoyingpo, maybe like that dream, some details have been ignored by us all the time. So I re-entered that dream, and carefully observed everything that happened around me. At the end of the dream, I finally discovered the secret that Xing Gui wanted to tell us. The snow has stopped, but there is still thick snow on the green bamboo leaves, which will fall like flowers under the wind. Chao Ya was playing the piano in the courtyard, Huang Tuo and I were in the room, we didn't speak to each other.