I cross the cold pond

As the number one suspect, Xu Ziru was crushed by the on-site officers with a few sticks, tied up with hemp rope, and then directly detained and put in a prison.

He was sitting in a damp and dark prison at the moment, with a thin layer of yellowed dead grass piled up against the wall.

Xu Ziru sat quietly on the pile of withered grass, unconsciously tugging at the withered grass on the ground. He frowned, but the tip of his nose could still smell the bloody smell of his clothes.

In his mind, it was as if two villains were fighting, and the two villains were screaming at each other at the top of their lungs.

—Who do you think it is? !Yan Qinghe has been possessed by demons, so who else in this dream would know about Nuwa Stone? !

- No, not possible.

Don't you know the character and conduct of the elder brother?How could he do such a thing as massacring others?

——Is this person still Yan Qinghe?He is obsessed!He is no longer him!

--Do not.

If he was possessed, what would Nuwa stone do?If he didn't want Nuwashi to appear in the world, wouldn't it be good to let He Zhen die in his sleep?Why bother?

——He is going to destroy the Nüwa stone, Xu Zi!

--I don't understand.

He killed hundreds of members of He Zhen's family in front of He Zhen. He Zhen must be in extreme pain, and will leave the Three Treasures Dreamland with the guidance of Nvwa Stone...

Xu Ziru paused at this thought, he opened his eyes in the dark and damp dungeon, his brain was a little blunt.

——Perhaps he really wanted He Zhen to take Nuwa Stone and leave the Dreamland of Three Treasures?The cracks in the quadrupole pillars, the demonic energy of Exorcism Yuan, he could only think of such a way to make He Zhen willingly wake up?

——Then he killed other people's whole family!Massacred others all over the house!For the sake of the so-called righteousness, did he kill his beloved in front of others and let him die in pain?

Xu Ziru became short of breath, he frowned, his throat was as dry as a few weeds.

——But you yourself once threatened He Zhen like this, this is the worst way.

——You think too highly of yourself.

Think about that fairy, who is only over ten years old, and was still calling your brother with a smile at noon yesterday.

Can you really stab this little girl through with a sword?Although you know that she is not a real person, can you really do it?

Xu Ziru closed his eyes and repeatedly rubbed the withered grass on the ground with his fingers.

Although no matter how he pushes it, it seems that no one else will do this except Yan Qinghe, but he is still unwilling to believe it emotionally.

Senior Brother's hands are stained with blood, this shouldn't and can't be done.

It is much easier to admit that he killed people than to admit that it was Yan Qinghe who slaughtered people.

Xu Ziru opened his eyes, lowered his head and picked up a few pieces of withered grass in his hands. He rubbed the withered grass with his fingers, kneading the soft leaf-shaped withered grass into an elongated shape.

His mind was thinking slowly and quietly - the sword.

Yes, sword.

Yan Qinghe used a sword with a light body, and the posture of Yan Qinghe's sword was as light as a frightened bird flying across the water.

But the terrible knife wound on He Zhen's chest when he died was definitely not stabbed with a sword.

Xu Ziru calmly sat on the dry grass and rubbed weeds.

I don't know how long it took, but the prison was extremely quiet, and the sound of mice crawling was no longer heard.

Xu Ziru tilted his head suspiciously and listened quietly for a moment. With a serious face, he picked up the stiff weed and walked to the prison door.

The dungeon is deep, looking up and looking forward and backward, it is deep like an abyss where no one comes.

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand and tugged the lock on the prison door, poking the keyhole with the weeds he rubbed hard.

Yanshui City has always been rich and peaceful, and the felon dungeon he stayed in should have been idle on weekdays, so the door lock is not very sophisticated.

What's more, Xu Ziru did a lot of messy things in the past.

Once, I saw a wild pheasant on the road, and I caught it and roasted it on the side of the road. Before the fire was lit, some village bullies came to arrest him with hoes, saying that he was a chicken thief.

Xu Ziru was so talkative that he immediately started talking to the village tyrant, saying that the chicken fell from the sky and flew directly into his arms. The chicken that God rewarded, no one's name was engraved on it, was his own.

The village tyrant couldn't talk to him, so he was arrested and imprisoned, and even robbed him of his baggage.

Xu Ziru was locked up for several days, and after being released, he practiced his lockpicking skills for a long time.

The most powerful lockpicking ability is not about carrying a thousand or eight hundred lockpicking tools on your body, and using whichever lock you see.

The most important thing is to be trapped naked and alone, and find any tools that can unlock the locked place.

So, Xu Ziru learned a lot of messy skills in order to live a good life by himself.

The big prison lock was not difficult to open. Xu Ziru poked and softened several bundled weeds, and finally broke through the lock.

He pushed away the old dungeons and walked out calmly.

He thought that he should not stay in prison for a long time, and it was only sunset at the moment.

It may be dinner time for the jailers in the prison, and there are more gatherings together.

Xu Ziru suppressed the sound of his footsteps, just thinking about how to deceive and pass the level, and should also guard the jailer when he exits the gate of the dungeon...

Xu Ziru lowered his eyes to look at his palms, and compared them tentatively, wondering if he could knock one of them unconscious with a single blow.

Unexpectedly, he walked to the gate of the dungeon unimpeded all the way, and his face became more and more dignified as he walked.

When he looked up and saw the entrance of the dungeon, and saw no one in the light and shadow, he walked out quickly.

When I went out early in the morning, Yanshui City was still sunny.

Because the temple festival is approaching, small red lanterns are hung on the streets of Yanshui City, and occasionally a row of red tassel-like blessing papers can be seen on the street.

Seeing it in the sun, I just feel beaming and lively.

At this moment, it was raining lightly in Yanshui City. The rain was not too heavy, and it covered the city that was still beaming a few hours ago.

Xu Ziru walked forward in the rain, and the usually bustling streets were empty at the moment.

Yanshui City seemed to have turned into a dead city. The whole city was so quiet that only the sound of Xu Ziru's shoes stepping on the ground and the sound of drizzle falling on the ground remained.

Xu Ziru couldn't help speeding up his pace as he walked in the water. He walked around the secluded alley at the entrance of the dungeon and walked to the bustling downtown area.

The drizzle was pattering on the ground, and several rows of red tasseled blessing papers hung in the downtown area were discolored by the drizzle, and the color turned white.

The rain was not too heavy, and the paper became heavy after absorbing water, and began to fall to the ground.

Xu Ziru walked forward silently in the mist and rain. He walked past the row of prayer papers, and the rain-absorbed blessing papers stuck to his forehead.

Xu Ziru stretched out two fingers to pinch the red paper sticking to his forehead, the water-soaked red paper was fragile, and it shattered on Xu Ziru's fingertips with a light pinch.

Xu Ziru's walking pace slowed down. While rubbing the sticky scraps of paper in his hands with his fingertips, he thought silently about the status quo.

The drizzle was like silk, shrouding Yanshui City into a foggy area.

Xu Ziru walked all the way in the rain with a calm expression, and heard footsteps other than his own.

Xu Ziru raised his eyes and looked in front of him.

In the misty rain, there was a person holding a beige oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly towards him.

Xu Zizi rubbed vigorously the sticky feeling that still remained in his fingertips.

The person holding the umbrella approached, he lifted the canopy of the umbrella, and glanced at Xu Ziru casually under the umbrella.

Xu Ziru felt his mouth and tongue were dry, and he wanted to ask Yan Qinghe about hundreds of things in his mind, so he just pursed his lips in the end.

Yan Qinghe put an umbrella on his head: "It's raining."

He also asked, "Why did you come home so late?"

Xu Ziru took a deep breath and asked with a stiff voice, "What should I do?"

Yan Qinghe glanced at him sideways: "What should I do?"

Xu Ziru couldn't help laughing: "Are you blind, can't see what's going on now?"

Things have come to this point now, He Zhen haunts Mengxu Ziru, he doesn't know, he doesn't know whether the Nuwa Stone still exists in this dream, he doesn't even know that all the people in this huge Yanshui City have disappeared, he doesn't know Was it because He Zhen, the dream builder, left that the dream collapsed?

Things are deadlocked.

Xu Ziru felt a very uncomfortable feeling of powerlessness.

——He didn't know how to send his senior brother away from this dream that might collapse at any time.

——He wanted Yan Qinghe to leave.

Get out of here happy and healthy.

He himself is not important, whether he lives or dies is not important.

Because Xu Ziru saw Yan Qinghe for the first time in his life, his silent eyes standing there were enough to soothe the restless hearts of many people.

Because Yan Qinghe went to die alone with no other thoughts, others praised him for his unparalleled courage and righteousness.

Xu Ziru just thought, why?How can a person who has never experienced the beauty of life be so carefree and willing to die?

In fact, Xu Ziru never wanted to save the world, and he really didn't want to be the hero he called himself.

He wanted his elder brother Yan Qinghe to be concerned about anything.

I want Yan Qinghe to have nostalgia for this world in his heart at the moment before he has to go to die.

It doesn't matter whether it's spring blossoms and autumn fruits or vegetation replacement, at least let Yan Qinghe know what he is giving his life for.

He wants to feast on Qinghe.

He has no heroic dreams, nor does he have the great sentiment of sacrificing his life for righteousness.

In fact, he just wanted to save Yan Qinghe from the beginning to the end.

Yan Qinghe's umbrella moved half an inch in the direction of Xu Ziru, he raised his hand, and wiped his fingers on Xu Ziru's forehead.

On Xu Ziru's forehead, there was some red dye that was stained with water and decolorized from blessing paper. Yan Qinghe rubbed it with his fingers for a while, but before he could wipe off the abrupt color, he raised his sleeve again, and covered Xu Ziru with the slightly damp sleeve fabric. Wipe lightly on the forehead.

His expression was calm, and his voice was also calm, as if the weird environment around him didn't affect him at all. He said, "What are you angry about? I'll get it for you."