White, everything is white.That bleak whiteness, like white sea water, is boundless, drowning out all the colors and vitality, leaving nothing but emptiness and despair.He hates white. In the pale sea, the oil lamp became the only bright color.Perhaps the window was not closed properly, and the wind blew in.The blue and white waves fluctuated, and the slender orange flame swayed endlessly, but struggled and refused to be extinguished.The flickering candlelight made everything in front of him dim and empty, and he didn't even know if he was still alive.It turns out that death is not pain, but numbness.

Behind the plain white curtains, several light gray figures were swaying, as if they were performing an absurd shadow play.The sneaky whispers were like vicious curses, piercing into his ears like an awl: "Eldest brother, how long do you think he can survive?" Not sure." "His fate is really hard, and it has been delayed for so long. If it is someone else, the grave will be full of grass by now?" "Why, you can't wait?" "What did you say, I It's just worrying." "Worried? What are you worried about? Is Junior Brother Li's puppet technique lost? Don't worry, no matter how this puppet technique will not be able to fall on your fifth junior brother, Master has been on guard." I don't have that in mind丨" "What nonsense are you talking about here?" It seems that someone joined in. The two hurriedly greeted each other: "Master..."

"How can you say that you are all brothers of the same sect? Besides, your junior brother was also awarded by the imperial court. It is inevitable that some distinguished guests will come to the funeral. Remember not to gossip at that time, lest outsiders make jokes." "Master, what did the doctor say?" "The doctor said that he might not make it through tonight. Your junior brother is a rare genius in our sect. I didn't expect it to be like this..." The man sighed, "I will persuade Zhao Xue to leave later. According to the rules, men cannot die It was in the hands of a woman. Don’t forget to bite the wedge teeth on him after he dies, so that he can be sucked easily.”

"Understood, what is the master's order?" Xiaoquan can just do it, everyone has worked hard for some days, and we still have to be busy tomorrow, let’s go down and rest first. Oh, yes, don’t forget to tell the servants not to add more oil..." Finally, that indifferent The voice concluded. In a trance, those ghosts dispersed. His breath seemed to be choked by extreme anger, and he struggled desperately, but only his little finger moved.He thought that Kulou's little finger was ticking, as if calling for someone.As if hearing his call, a light figure appeared beside the bed.

"Wuxin, it's time to take medicine." She lifted him up and stuffed a pillow behind his back.A white porcelain spoon took a spoonful of medicine from the jade bowl, and slowly passed it to his lips. The wrist was extremely slender, as white as snow.The jadeite bracelet on his wrist was shining with crystal green, dazzling like a will-o'-the-wisp. The spoon was stuffed into his mouth, but he was unable to swallow, a small half of the medicine entered his mouth, and the remaining half flowed out along the corner of his lips.The slender white catkin held a piece of white silk and wiped it lightly around his lips, the corners of the snow-white sleeves swayed like a banner calling for souls.

Why did she also choose white?Did she betray herself too?The power of the medicine was flowing in his body, stimulating his final potential.The dying eyes entwine towards the woman in front of the bed like silk threads, and the black pupils are faint, as if wanting to suck the life of the other into his own body.She is still so beautiful, but this beauty is like a puppet he carefully crafted, and it will belong to others. He took a deep breath, and a hoarse rubbing sound came out of his trachea: "Don't be afraid... I won't die... I just left temporarily... One day, I, I will come back... Back to yours Beside... even... become this puppet..." She slowly stretched out her hand and covered his mouth, preventing him from speaking, tears streaming down his face.

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, but the only thing he could move was his little finger.So he exhausted his last bit of strength, slowly turned his head, and looked opposite. In the corner of the wall, there is a puppet.The long black hair and gorgeous brocade robe are particularly dazzling in this white sea.The frightening thing is that this puppet has no facial features, only a completely white face.The puppet quietly looked at the man on the bed, and that dull face seemed to be expressing something.As if inspired by some mysterious power, he looked at the puppet, moved his lips, and began to slowly chant a slang.His chanting voice was extremely low, and the extremely faint and mysterious voice was clearly the whispering of sprites.

His heart was beating vigorously, as if he felt the joy of life, his enunciation was exceptionally clear, as clear as an ancient witch song, and Yeye's majesty revealed a strange charm.Yep, the spell is about to be completed, and he's about to get a new life.After sixteen characters, it will be a complete reincarnation. "Rotten tree..." His body trembled violently, his pupils dilated.He struggled hard, trying to utter the last sound.After the strong wind blew, the candle flame swayed violently, and then suddenly extinguished. The unspoken incantation gradually dissipated with the curling candle smoke, turning into an unwilling sigh.In the panic of everyone, no one noticed that the little finger of the corpse actually hooked gently.Only the faceless puppet on the opposite side was staring at him quietly and silently.