Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

Those mutilated human bodies are covered with cobwebs, covering up the original bright colors, even so, they are still shocking to watch. An arm stretched out from the mountains of organs, stretching across their eyes, one of the five fingers had been broken, but what emerged from the severed place were not tendons, but very thin bamboo tubes, and several A piece of gear the size of a green pea. Not far away, a woman's head was lying at their feet. The head seemed to be only half completed, and the long hair was brushed aside, revealing half of a delicate and graceful face.This half of her face is full of smiles, like a celestial girl holding flowers, following the queen mother's luan, standing in the wind on the sea and sky, but the other half of her face seems to have not had time to cover the layer of ice and snow Skin, the dark frame is filled with dense machine springs, protruding ferociously, against the other half of the beautiful face, it looks very strange.

Behind the rubbish dump, a man in blue stood stiffly leaning against the stone wall, with his hands outstretched.He seemed to be completely finished, except for a large hole in the chest, where the final spring had not yet been fitted.There are black gemstones embedded in his eyes, which look radiant enough to distinguish the real one from the real one.His blue clothes were covered with dust, and he did not know how long he had stood in front of this pile of remnants of the same kind. In the dusty cobwebs, he opened his arms, his dark eyes opened wide, looking up at the top of the temple, he seemed to be longing for the awakening that would never come, and he seemed to be constantly questioning: Why did his creator abandon him at the last moment? , let him stand among the rubbish, gathering dust.He also has a brand on his body that reads:

B Twenty-one, made on a certain day of a certain month and year, Huo. Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi looked at this puppet called Yi 21 and remained silent for a long time.Only Xie Xiaoe had a sinister smile on her face.Perhaps, she was looking forward to Huo Xiaoyu's attack in the ruins.Letting several people be buried together in this hall is the ending she wants most. They turned around the rubbish mountain silently, the surrounding lights and shadows changed, and three dolls exactly like them suddenly appeared in front of them! Nie Yinniang was shocked, and the puppet seemed to be staring at her face with a shocked expression.

The appearance and clothing are so similar, there is no difference.When she enters it also advances, and when she retreats it also retreats. Nie Yinniang finally couldn't help stretching out her hand, but when her fingertips touched the doll's face, it was icy cold. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled self-deprecatingly: it turned out to be just a mirror.It's just that under the faint light, the image in the mirror looks very realistic, but I feel a little bit like a dead man. This mirror is completely embedded in the stone wall, faithfully replicating the eerie scene of purgatory on the opposite side, making the originally cramped tunnel appear wider.And the rubbish mountains accumulated by the two pairs of remains turned into four, surrounded by Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi. Looking at them, they overlapped one another, giving people the illusion that they are everywhere.

Nie Yinniang stared at the image in the mirror—it turned out that her own reflection looked so similar to those broken puppets behind her. This mountain of remnants are all Huo Xiaoyu's outcasts. He is so cruel, he discards unsatisfactory works as garbage, and let these puppets with their own numbers rot in the dark and humid underground . But Huo Xiaoyu, Liu Yi, himself, and the whole legend are all the outcasts of the master.He is also so cruel, marking them with the numbers of legends, and then abandoning them in this remote town, watching them die one by one. However, if you think about it from another angle, who is not an outcast of the Creator?He imitated himself to create human beings, but he refused to endow them with complete morality and strength, and abandoned them in the chaotic world, allowing them to age day by day until they became corrupted into dust.

The world is vast, life is changing, who is whose puppet? They were lost in thought, Wu Shiba stood in front of the door, he turned his wrist slightly, and his whole index finger turned into a key, with a light turn in the keyhole, the door at the end of the passage opened with a sound. A huge black curtain unfolded before his eyes.Recalling the direction they came from just now, they seem to have arrived at the second floor of the main hall. Wushiba turned around and turned a Big Dipper map on the stone wall slightly, only to hear a soft pop, the heavy curtain slowly opened, and a small mirror on the top of the curtain turned over and hung down, just reflecting a scene outside the hall. wisps of moonlight.

This silvery-white light shot out from the mirror, flying away in the darkness like a swimming dragon.In an instant, like sparks starting a prairie fire, countless faint cold lights lit up in the darkness, embellishing this extremely majestic hall with wisps of moonlight, making it seem bright and dark, cold and lonely. The main hall is ten feet square, and the ground is paved with huge white jade, with clear light flowing, very gorgeous.Every eighteen stone slabs stood a mirror as tall as a person, and these mirrors were arranged in a very clever way according to certain rules.Just now, when Wu Shiba twisted the map of seven stars and opened the curtain, a mirror on the top of the curtain happened to be turned, reflecting the moonlight outside the hall roof into the inside.Originally, it was just an insignificant ray of moonlight, but it was able to reflect back and forth in these countless mirrors, and finally illuminate the entire hall.The ingenuity of the designer is astonishing.

What's even more strange is that in every bright mirror, there is a faint figure from the back. This shadow is only a few inches high, but it is dressed in a feathered crane cloak, slender and dusty. In the faint moonlight, it is faintly visible, as if wandering under the moon fairy. These shadows are layered on top of each other, as if they were illusions or real, covering the entire hall, everywhere, and fluttering gently in the flow of light and shadow from time to time.Although it can be seen that these shadows all belong to one person, the movement of each shadow is slightly different with the changing moonlight, presenting thousands of gestures.

Every mirror reflects a different figure.Could it be that these many bright mirrors reflect the same image thousands of times, but that someone has made tens of thousands of shadows, and then used magic to put them into these bright mirrors in front of him? So who is this fairy in the mirror? The fairy shadow floated gently in front of several people, like an illusion created by moonlight.However, this illusion is so miraculous that even if you glance at it casually, it will be unforgettable forever. With a crackling sound, the moonlight seemed to be torn apart by the breeze, and thousands of fairy shadows suddenly disappeared, as if they had never existed, only countless lonely moonlights still floating in the hall.

Everyone breathed out a deep breath, and before they had time to think about the whereabouts of the fairy shadow, they were shocked to find that there was a huge shadow hanging above the main hall where they stood. The dome of the main hall arched high, several feet high, and in the midair under the dome, the shadow was gradually illuminated, and it turned out to be a huge round table floating in the air! The round table is completely black, and it seems to be carved from a huge old tree.The wood grain on the table body is tangled, without decoration, it looks clumsy and abnormal, but there is no support on the bottom of the table, and there are no traces of ropes around it, as if it is really hovering in the air by a mysterious magic power generally.There are also twelve wooden chairs suspended around the round table, and a puppet sits on each wooden chair.

Due to the dim light in the dome, the tables and chairs are some distance away from the ground, and the dolls are blurry, unable to see their faces clearly. They can only be vaguely seen that they are slender, not made according to the shape of adults, but a group of about ten years old. child.The group of children were in a stiff posture, staring blankly at the center of the round table, but the center of the round table was covered with a black cloth, and the black cloth was slightly raised, as if something was being piled underneath. Nie Yinniang took two steps forward and stood directly under the round table.She raised her head and carefully looked at the round table above her head, as if she wanted to see some kind of secret from it. Xie Xiao'e also followed, standing on her back at the edge of the round table, her eyes revealed a kind of fanatical desire, and she opened her arms, as if embracing the heavy killing intent.She looked up at the sky, and her lips could not stop moving, as if she was cursing, but also seemed to be calling. tick.A sudden soft sound broke the silence. As if responding to her call, a drop of icy liquid dripped down the edge of the table and landed on her face. She stretched out her hand to touch it, her fingertips were dark red, and a strong smell of blood came out of her nostrils.A crazy smile appeared on her face, and she sent the drop of dark blood deeply into her mouth. Her gaze was firmly fixed on the opposite side of the hall, with an intoxicated expression on her face, as if the liberation she was looking forward to and summoning was hidden in this cold moonlight, and would break through the sky at any time. Opposite the main hall is still a black curtain.Suddenly, the curtain moved. The curtain rolled up slowly, accompanied by an extremely sharp sound: "Welcome to my palace." The voice was sharp, short, and broken, with no change in tone, and it was completely unhuman, as if it was just the crack of a machine spring. Nie Yinniang and Liu Yi were startled, and looked up behind the curtain.Behind the curtain is a section of high white jade steps, and at the end of the jade steps is a Dragon Tooth Throne.The owner of the hall, the earliest assassin in the legend——Huo Xiaoyu, was sitting on the throne. He didn't tie his hair up, and the waist-length long hair hangs down, blocking most of his face. The shadow of the long hair is bright and dark, half covering the lower half of his face.His chin was very sharp, and he looked extremely thin, his skin was even more pale as paper, and his lips had lost the last bit of blood.If they hadn't seen him sitting so upright, everyone would have thought that the person in front of them was already a dead man. However, his hair was extremely black and straight, hanging down on the white throne, which was very eye-catching.It seems that each hair has been carefully combed, and there is absolutely no mess.He was wearing an extremely large black robe, on which patterns of the sun, moon and stars were embroidered with golden silk thread. If he moved slightly, these stars would jump out from the black background, shining dazzling light . However, he didn't move at all.He just sat quietly on the top of the jade steps, as if he was also a lonely puppet, waiting for countless years in this lifeless palace. In front of him, there are two huge leather drums side by side, one black and one white, each side is as thick as a hug, standing silently on the top of the jade steps.And on the stone wall behind him, there are countless leather drums in different poses and with different shapes, the big ones are like castanets, and the small ones are like tea bowls, arranged in a cross.These leather drums are connected with each other by extremely complicated machine springs, gears, and ropes. It seems that there are endless ingenuity in them, but no one knows what their purpose is. Huo Xiaoyu sat quietly among the pile of leather drums, gently spread her hands, and placed them on the two giant drums in front of her. The sleeves of the robe that fell to the ground slowly retreated, revealing his pale and slender hands.His fingers were soft, slender and flawless, with nails more than an inch long.The nails are neat and smooth, and they have obviously been carefully trimmed. It can be seen that their owner cherishes these hands, and what is even more obvious is that even though he lives alone in this deep valley palace, he has never forgotten to groom himself for a moment. . Nie Yinniang took a deep breath: "You are Huo Xiaoyu?" Her voice was not high, but for some reason, it seemed to be magnified several times in this empty hall, which made her eardrums buzz ring. Huo Xiaoyu didn't answer, he just gently turned his hands over and caressed the drum surface, as if feeling the slight tremor coming from the drum surface.After a while, his right hand tapped slightly on the leather drum, and the sound like a machine spring piercing the eardrum sounded again: "Nie Yinniang. Ten years have passed, and you still haven't changed." Nie Yinniang was startled: "Have you seen me?" Huo Xiaoyu smiled faintly and said, "It should be said that I have seen you." Nie Yinniang was surprised, and murmured: "Impossible, according to the rules of legends, the two legends shouldn't meet." Huo Xiaoyu said: "Where there are rules, there are exceptions. You and I are not a kind of legend." Nie Yinniang was taken aback: "Isn't it a type of legend? Could it be that there are different types of legends?" Huo Xiaoyu remained silent for a moment, then tapped on the leather drum with his fingers and said, "Of course there are, but it's not the difference of category, but the difference of high and low. I am his first legend, his subordinate, disciple, Also..." He hesitated for a moment before typing out two words: "Friend..." "And you are just tools." His fingers on the leather drum seemed to tremble slightly, and the machine spring made a long dissonant sound, like a heavy sigh: "Without you, I would still be him." legend, the only legend." Nie Yinniang pondered for a moment, as if trying to find some clues from his words: "So, have you been alone with Master for a while?" Huo Xiaoyu's pale mouth revealed a shy smile: "Yes, ten years ago, he was in this hall. Together with me, he met the selected legends one by one. Of course, including you." The jerky voice cut through the moonlight, as if it suddenly opened Nie Yinniang's dusty memory. Of course she remembered that this cold and damp moonlight was the real beginning of her legendary career.For ten years, she had wanted to forget this scene, but she still couldn't.Now, Huo Xiaoyu's casual reminder instantly threw her back to that nightmare. That year, she was only thirteen years old. The full moon hung high in the blue sky, red as blood.She was standing in the dark forest with a hatchet that had been cut out.Beside him were corpses, torn apart, bloody corpses. She stood in a pool of blood, gasping for breath.The corpse was covered with hideous knife marks, caused by her and others. There were her closest companions and sworn enemies under her feet.But now, they were all a pile of mutilated corpses, only she, who was covered in blood, was still alive, until the last moment. At that moment, she didn't have the joy of victory, she just screamed with all her strength, then knelt down deeply, vomiting crazily in a pool of blood, her tears welled up, her hand holding the hatchet couldn't help shaking, even I can't wait to stab it into my heart. At this time, a boy in black appeared in front of her, and he smiled and said to her, "Congratulations, you passed the test." She was about to stand up, but the man slapped her hard on the chest.She didn't even have time to snort before she fell down.In her last sliver of consciousness, she thought she was dead. At that moment, she had no hatred for the boy in black who "killed" her, but only gratitude. After some time, she woke up again.In a blue stone room, she saw the boy in black again, but beside him, there was a man in feather.The man was wearing a white crane feather cloak and a long veil, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but felt that his movements were extremely elegant, like a fairy in the painting. The boy in black was very respectful to the man in feathers, carefully serving him around, asking him something.The man didn't speak, but healed her wound and passed her the Blood Shadow Needle.Only later did she know that this man in feather clothes was the owner of the legend. Since then, she has become one of the most feared assassins in the arena, Nie Yinniang.But her own original name was forgotten, and even she herself couldn't remember it... Nie Yinniang seemed to be lost in memories, her eyes flashed with pain, she slowly raised her head and said, "Are you the boy in black who beat me down?" Huo Xiaoyu nodded. Nie Yinniang clenched her fists tightly, as if trying to calm her emotions, said: "So, you must have seen the true face of the master, what kind of person is he?" An indescribable smile emerged from the corner of Huo Xiaoyu's mouth, and he tapped on the skin drum and said, "He is the most perfect person in the world. He can swing sword moves that are sharper than the red line, and can arrange armor-shielding techniques that are more mysterious than Ren's." He is a genius, a true legend, a legend unparalleled in the world." The sound of the machine spring was fragmented, without ups and downs, but one could still hear Huo Xiaoyu's boundless reverence for his master, as well as an indescribable affection. Before Nie Yinniang could answer, Liu Yi, who was behind him, walked slowly to the side of the jade steps and said, "But you were abandoned by this unparalleled master. When he started this game, he didn't care about you at all." His The voice was not high, but it was sharp and deadly, piercing into Huo Xiaoyu's weakness like a sharp knife. In the shadows, Huo Xiaoyu's body seemed to tremble. His fingers on the drum began to tremble, and his right hand tapped the other big drum messily, making sounds of different lengths. After a long time, these sounds regrouped into one Meaningful words: "Yes, he abandoned legends only because he despaired of legends." He paused deeply, and tapped slowly: "He didn't expect that someone would assassinate him in the legend he cultivated with all his heart. It was just for the so-called freedom." Nie Yinniang asked in surprise, "Has anyone among us assassinated the master?" Huo Xiaoyu snorted coldly, tapped the leather drum and said, "That happened five years ago. It's ridiculous that the man was so self-indulgent, that he ended up in a situation where he couldn't survive or die." One can imagine what a genius and cruel method the master would use to torture the failed assassin.An inexplicable sorrow of the death of a rabbit and a fox surged up, as if a sharp hand stretched out in the darkness, pinched Nie Yinniang's heart hard, making her silent for a long time. Liu Yi's expression didn't change at all, he just carefully searched for the clues in the words: "You mean, because of this traitor, the master was determined to destroy the legend five years ago?" Huo Xiaoyu said: "Yes." Liu Yi sneered slightly: "Then, why didn't he act five years ago, but waited until now?" "Five years ago..." Huo Xiaoyu's body trembled again, her fingers stiffened on the drum, but she couldn't hit it any longer.His pale face was hidden under the black hair, and the expression on his face could not be seen, but those slender hands trembled in the moonlight. Huo Xiaoyu's gaffe made Liu Yi more affirmed his guess, he said with a faint smile: "Or, five years ago, the master has already acted, but not against all the legends, but just you?" Huo Xiaoyu sat motionless on the top of the jade steps, his fingers subconsciously tapped on the leather drum, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, but he still couldn't knock out complete syllables. Liu Yi took a step forward, and his tone became more aggressive: "You are so infatuated with the master, what did you get in return? Being deaf, dumb, and unable to see is his reward for you?" Nie Yinniang was startled, looked up at Liu Yi, and said in surprise, "You said he..." Liu Yi nodded and said with a sneer, "Haven't you noticed that now he can only distinguish our speech by touching the vibration of the left leather drum, and can only make sound by tapping the right leather drum?"