SFS Chapter 184 The Summer That Couldn't Pass
Chapter 184 The Summer That Couldn't Pass
Xia Youjie stumbled and ran towards the Xingxing Palace.
The magician's physical fitness seemed to have disappeared at this moment. He didn't even think of using the spell spirit, but he just kept telling himself in his heart to hurry up, to go faster.But at the moment when he was about to enter the main hall, a hazy light had already appeared in front of his eyes, but he suddenly couldn't lift his legs or take a step, as if there was a net of thorns in front of him, and if he wanted to pass through, he had to Become covered in bruises.
What are you afraid of?Xia Youjie.
He heard himself talking to himself, but his throat was blocked and he refused to answer the question.He held his hand on the cold wall, and the cold breath penetrated into his body bit by bit. He suddenly felt the world spinning, and even the wall trembled slightly. Could it be an earthquake?If there is an earthquake in this place, it is estimated that it will be buried under it together, right?
What the hell am I thinking?With the enchantment, even if there is an earthquake, it is impossible to be affected.Xia Youjie thought so, and turned his head to see if there was any problem, but when he raised his head, he found silently and bitterly that it was not a so-called earthquake at all, but his arms were shaking.
trembling?What is there to tremble about?Xia Youjie thought blankly, but he couldn't make it stop no matter what he did, he could only grit his teeth and clenched his arm tightly, as if his heart still stubbornly refused to admit it, but his body had already moved ahead. Tell yourself the final result.
No way.
Xia Youjie moved his legs indifferently, moving towards the main hall bit by bit, but his expression was collapsing step by step.
Shuo, please...
The scene of the main hall of the Xing Xing Palace entered his purple eyes from far and near, broken stones, collapsed walls, blood on the ground... only there was no sound, like a silent tomb, quiet and cold.
...please...you promised...
The scattered bloodstains on the ground were inexplicably magnified in his eyes, slowly gathering together, and the sound of rushing water sounded in his ears, like a river flowing to a distant place he didn't know.
Xia Youjie didn't know what he was looking for, he just walked forward silently and tiredly, as if he was walking a road that would never see the end, then he stopped suddenly, staring blankly at the not far away There was a broken red hair rope on the ground, just lying in a pool of blood, only a little shadow appeared on the blood-colored surface, almost indistinguishable from each other.
His eyes were suddenly filled with bright red, everywhere, everywhere, pouring towards him overwhelmingly, the blood welling up little by little, covered his knees, covered his chest, and flooded his nasal cavity , In the end, he was like a stone, sinking without even a bubble, unable to swim or get out, he could only stand on the ground and watch the water rise to a place beyond his reach.
Does it hurt?new moon.
Xia Youjie almost fell into a pool of blood and hurriedly picked up the cut rope. The hair rope had already been completely soaked in blood, and blood dripped down with a little force. He tried to wring it clean, but no matter how he tried Do it, as if it was originally made of blood, the harder you try, the more you seem to be twisting his own internal organs into a ball.
"I haven't... said anything..."
The collapse came so suddenly, he felt that he couldn't breathe for a moment, as if something had strangled his throat, and the sound of water in his ear was getting louder and louder, making his heart flustered.He raised his head in a panic, but he could only feel that something was slowly pushed into the water, drifting farther and farther along the current, and gradually disappeared at the end, no matter how hard he tiptoed, he could never see it again A trace.
"Have you left by boat? Shuo." Xia Youjie slowly picked up the hair rope in his hand and stuck it to his face. He looked at himself blurred in the pool of blood, but couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. It's just that transparent water droplets hit inside, shattering his blurred shadow, "But...but..."
Xia Youjie felt that his heart was contracting rapidly, as if it would burst in the next second. He grabbed the clothes on his chest with his hands, and the shadow of the old days slowly appeared in front of his eyes:
Shuo smiled at him holding a present;
Shuo holding flowers in his hands;
Shuo, who was sitting on a chair and quietly reading a book...
But these things began to burn slowly from the corners, like old yellowed photos that were ignited, curled and burned, and finally turned into gray smoke that drifted with the wind and slipped away from his fingers. Fell into the water and merged with it, never to be seen again.
It would be nice if it was me.
Xia Youjie thought so.
Obviously it should be me.
The light shattered in his eyes, and Xia Youjie seemed to have that dirty, disgusting, cursed taste like a rag that had been used to deal with vomit and excrement in Xia Youjie's mouth at this moment. It is both familiar and unfamiliar, and what is strange is that he seems to have not cared about the smell of the mantra for a long time, because it will soon be covered by the extreme sourness and then the sweetness, which is the smell of oranges that Shuo loves.
And now...
Footsteps came slowly from behind him, but he couldn't hear anything.
A pair of green eyes were silent in the shadows, without breathing, even the beating of his heart sank in the boundless silence. With the sound of footsteps, he crossed the collapsed wall, drifted away like an invisible ghost, and rushed towards the distance. It was as if he was about to face a trial of his own.
And now...
"Jay?"
Why is it not me who died?
"Jie! What's going on?" Gojo Satoru's startled and angry voice sounded, "Where is Saku?"
"It's Enlightenment." Xia Youjie turned his head slowly, with blood that was about to dry up on his hands and face. He looked at the five messy reddish hairs of Wu Wu's hair, stained with stains on his torn clothes. The red on the face was stunned for a moment and asked, "Wu, are you alright?"
Something is wrong!
Six Eyes clearly fed back the fact to him that the expression on Xia Youjie's face was so calm that it made his hair stand on end, but it made him feel that something huge and heavy was pressing down, making him almost unable to see Xia Youjie clearly. Jay's appearance: "Say it clearly, Jay."
A silence.
"Jie." Wujo Gou opened his mouth, and his mind went blank for a moment, "Speak clearly."
"What do you want me to say? Enlightenment." Xia Youjie lowered his head, as if he had been completely crushed. All the pain, collapse and despair were firmly locked and thrown into the deep In the bottomless water, only a calm and false mask was left.He slowly stretched out his hand facing upwards, spread out his fingers bit by bit, the curled and broken red hair rope nestled in his palm, the wet red dripped from his palm, and fell to the ground silently but softly. The sky collapsed, "There's only this, Wu."
Xia Youjie said indifferently, as if he was afraid that Wutiaowu might not hear clearly, but also as if he was confirming to himself, his lips moved, with a great emptiness, and his voice trembled slightly: "There is only this..."
"Impossible." Gojo Satoru covered his pierced head with his hands, and for some reason there was pain that made him tremble from the place that had been repaired by the reversal technique. He just felt the pain emanating from the bottom of his heart just a second ago. Carefree, feeling that I am the only one in the sky and the world, and then it seems to have fallen into a deep valley in the next second, "This is impossible."
Gojo Satoru's eyes flickered with strange madness, his eyes flickering on and off, his throat rolled twice, and he grinned and said: "I didn't find Saku at all, and this alone doesn't explain anything. Maybe Saku just got hurt. ,only U.S…"
"Enlightenment." Xia Youjie stood there, the shadow fell to cover his face, and he couldn't see what kind of expression on his face, "Suo is dead."
Gojo Wu's expression was fixed on his face, as if he couldn't believe that this sentence came from Xia Youjie's mouth. He denied the answer Liuyan gave him, even though Liuyan never made a mistake, he refused He admitted the fact that Fu Heishuo had died, but Xia Youjie broke his self-hypnosis at this moment.
He blinked, feeling that his eyes were sore and aching. He covered them with his hands, trying to resist the glaring light projected from above, but if it was always glaring like this, why didn't he notice it before?
"Jie." Wujo Wu put down his hand and looked straight at Xia Youjie, his eyes filled with persistence and madness, "As long as I don't see Shuo's body for a day, I won't believe it."
"Don't believe it?" Xia Youjie raised his head abruptly, clenched his hands tightly, his nails sank deep into the flesh, and the slight pain was transmitted to his heart through sensitive nerves, "Don't believe it?! "
What do you not believe?Don't believe Shuo died just like that?So much blood...so much blood! !
"Wu..." Xia Youjie closed his eyes and said slowly, "What did your eyes tell you? As long as you tell me, I will believe everything."
Gojo Satoru's lips trembled twice, but he didn't make a sound. Liuyan clearly and precisely calculated the volume of blood along the way. He could even simulate the whole process of Fuheishuo's battle, where he fell, Where did he get hurt, where did he try to stall for time, and... where did he end up dying.
Gojo Satoru didn't want to see it, but he didn't want to see Sakuko for the last time. He forced himself to open his eyes wide. The phantom composed of data and traces hovered in his mind. The land imprint was engraved in his mind, played back over and over again, and pinched his heart bit by bit.
Shuo, I didn't make you angry, did I?
Gojo Satoru's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he insisted on refusing to close his eyes. He staggered to the side, reached out and picked up the tip of the knife stuck in the gap and buried in the rubble, stared at it for a while, and then slowly retracted it. He tightened his hand.
Red dripped down the tip of the knife, Gojo Satoru's expression seemed to be crying and smiling, I don't want this kind of punishment...
The huge sense of absurdity is like the bubbles in Coke. After pouring down the whole can, I only feel a puff of air in my chest, but I can't spit it out. Xia Youjie pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile that was the same as before: "Wu, are we... really the strongest?"
why?
why! !
Xia Youjie turned around in silence, as if he had completely lost the desire to communicate, and let the long and subtle pain play in his heart: "I'll go back first, Wu." He paused for a moment, smiled shortly and shook his head. Shaking his head, "Hurry up and go too, too... very tired."
Gojo Wujo didn't seem to hear Xia Youjie's words, he listened to Xia Youjie's blunt steps walking away slowly, raised his right hand and curled up four fingers, leaving only the little finger slightly raised, his hazy eyes stared at himself hand, which was full of pure madness: "I never realized it before... So there is really so much blood in the human body... Saku, if you appear in front of me now, no matter what flavor of Kikufu I have They will all be eaten."
We are the strongest, so...
If we get there a little earlier, just a little bit…
Or if there is enough love poured out...isn't it...you can accompany us as a curse spirit...
"I don't have double Kikufu... I don't want to forgive you..."