soul noise

Xie Hengkong often came to the pine cabin, and he was free to come and go here, but most of the time it was Song Zhaoyin's silent connivance.

For example, when they fought, Song Zhaoyin taught silently by precept and example; for example, after fighting with him, he allowed him to watch quietly as he trimmed and re-carved the wood carving with the broken leg.

Xie Hengkong had seen these two wood carvings in Song Zhaoyin's room when he was brought back to Baige.

One is delicate and the other is rough. The delicate one can be seen to be a small bird, while the rough one can only be said to be neither bird nor chicken, obviously it was not made by one person.

Now this wooden sculpture, which is not a bird or a chicken, is still colliding and breaking a leg that cannot be called a leg.

Song Zhaoyin lowered his eyes to observe for a moment, then cut off the other deformed wooden leg.The silver blade curled with dark sawdust and fell off, and the light-colored logs were exposed when the oldness faded away. After the two deformed legs were smoothed, they turned into a round ball with no feet, no birds, no chickens.

Except for being a little rusty at the beginning, Song Zhaoyin's technique became more and more proficient, the blade was fast and accurate, little by little, he made the old piece of wood delicate and lovely, giving it a new lease of life.

The 17-year-old Xie Hengkong felt that the thing had never been a bird or a chicken and had become a duck in Song Zhaoyin's hands, even though Song Zhaoyin said it was a pigeon.

But Xie Hengkong looked at the bulging body and the pointed beak, no matter how it looked, it looked like the wild duck he saw in the pond.

Song Zhaoyin ignored him, but put the two wood carvings, one new and one old, back to the corner of the table.

After that, Xie Hengkong seemed to suddenly become interested in woodcarving. During the rest time of training, he would carve wood with a knife in a boring way, but the carved objects were far worse than the two on Song Zhaoyin's table.So every time he came to the pine hut, he would look at the two pigeons more.

Until the night before the combat assessment, the two wooden carvings disappeared.

The last time it appeared, it was in the hands of Miles.

That was the first time Xie Hengkong met the current leader of the White Pigeon—Miles, a young alpha with blond hair and blue eyes and a handsome face.

Miles sat where Song Zhaoyin usually sat, playing with the two wood carvings in his hands. His blond hair reached his shoulders, and his forehead curled in a natural and relaxed way. When it fell down, it covered his eyebrows and eyes, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but he raised it slightly. The lip line showed that he should be in a good mood.

However, when Xie Hengkong saw that the person sitting by the window was an unfamiliar face, he immediately became vigilant and was very upset, "Who are you?"

Hearing his voice, Miles turned his head, his face was clear in the moonlight.Those green eyes immediately reminded Xie Hengkong of 837 who also had green eyes.Miles has the same feminine and dangerous eyes as him, but Miles is more handsome, weakening the evil spirit, but not reducing the sense of danger.

Xie Hengkong was wearing the uniform of Baige students, and his number on it was not difficult to identify.

"401," Miles read out his number, looking at him coldly, "what are you doing here?"

Xie Hengkong didn't answer, staring at him and asked repeatedly: "Who are you?"

Ever since Xie Hengkong appeared, Miles had sensed his hostility towards him, and the question was ignored. The corner of his mouth suddenly turned cold, "Get out."

Xie Hengkong frowned suddenly, releasing pheromone uncontrollably.

Once the Alpha pheromone was released, Myers had an obvious smile on his face, and his tone softened a little, "I'm quite brave."

However, when Xie Hengkong was about to make a move, Song Zhaoyin opened the door and walked in, and the tense atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed.

Song Zhaoyin first glanced at Miles who was sitting on the chair with his legs crossed, then fell on Xie Hengkong, and said to him, "What are you doing here?"

Xie Hengkong: "Come to kill you."

Song Zhaoyin: "..."

"Not today, you go back first." Song Zhaoyin said.

"Why?" Xie Hengkong asked, "Don't you want to die today?"

Song Zhaoyin looked at him for two seconds, "You are not strong enough, go back."

Xie Hengkong, who was ordered to leave the guest, was very unhappy, and his tone became a bit darker, "Sooner or later, I will kill you."

Song Zhaoyin didn't change color because of this cruel sentence, he stared at Xie Hengkong calmly for two seconds, and the corners of his mouth, which was always tense, slightly raised.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." He said.

Miles, who was sitting by the window, still had an obvious smile on his face, but his gaze at Xie Hengkong turned cold.

Xie Hengkong, who turned and left, did not feel any better because of this promise. Song Zhaoyin's familiar and relaxed voice came from the room.

"When did you come?"

"I'm not welcome."

"This place belongs to you, and I have nothing to dislike."

"Song, are you still angry?"

The other person's voice became lower, even a little coquettish and ingratiating, which added to Xie Hengkong's unhappiness.

"I'm not angry, and I don't need to be angry."

"Then why did you leave me?"

Song Zhaoyin didn't answer immediately, but Xie Hengkong suddenly stopped, and the full moon hanging in the sky also stopped.

In the winter night, the mountains and forests were all quiet, except for the whistling of the cold night wind. About ten seconds later, Song Zhaoyin's low and plain voice came along with the wind again.

"I've done everything I need to do. Baige is normal now, and there are many people who can use it. You can do well without my help."

"Have you done it all?"

"Then what if the person who killed my father is still alive?"

As he walked away, the voice of the conversation gradually faded until it was completely inaudible.

Ever since Z returned to Xueding Cangfeng, Xie Hengkong's emotional ups and downs became more frequent, and he thought of him more and more, which really troubled him.

At this time, Xie Hengkong didn't understand what the two people in the room were talking about. The familiar feeling of irritability in his heart made him not interested in listening. It was probably because he was restless. He stepped on a trap on the way back to the training base and almost missed it. Fighting skills assessment.

Before Z returned to Xueding Cangfeng, the gun precision assessment was over, Xie Hengkong ranked first, and 837 ranked third.

But 837's injuries didn't heal so quickly, so he played a little trick and designed to trap his rival Xie Hengkong in the back mountain tunnel.

It was also after this day that Xie Hengkong never saw Song Zhaoyin in the pine hut, nor did he see the two wood carvings on his table again.

It wasn't until the day of the final assessment, when he was cornered and the snow fell heavily, that Song Zhaoyin reappeared on the Snow Peak.

Although Xie Hengkong was at the bottom of the second assessment, but because he ranked first in the first assessment, he was still eligible to participate in the final assessment.

The final assessment is the real beginning of Gu refining.

All qualified students will enter the pine forest in the back mountain, and use the equipment and weapons prepared in advance in the pine forest to kill each other until there are only two survivors left.

Perhaps because of his weak emotions, Xie Hengkong has a kind of straightforward innocence, clear purpose, and direct actions.

An instructor once said that he had written the words of the white dove—"all obstacles can be eliminated" in every move.

Killing people is not difficult for him. At the very beginning when he entered the pine forest, his goal was very clear-to kill whoever he saw.

As long as everyone is killed, he must be the one who lives well in the end.

The people trained by Song Zhaoyin are naturally powerful, and they have the demeanor of his people who don't talk too much.Xie Hengkong fought a bloody path until there were only two alphas left in front of him, a male and a female.

They are 837, and 071 who is second in firearms training.

As early as entering the jungle, 837 chose the opposite tactic of reconciling Hengkong, hiding himself to preserve his strength.The three of them met at this time, he was the least injured and had the highest probability of winning.But even so, he did not let down his vigilance, because he knew that between himself and 071, Xie Hengkong would definitely choose to kill him.

And 071 is not a fool, knowing that right now she and 837 teaming up to kill the more seriously injured Xie Hengkong is the best choice.

So one of the two hid in the dark and set up a gun to snipe, and the other feinted to attack.

The sky began to snow again at some point, and the snow-covered pine forest was filled with the smell of icy pine wood mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood of bullets, interweaving into a strong and stimulating smell, which made the tense atmosphere even more intense. cold.

Gunshots rang out, and Xie Hengkong, whose life was on the line, had only one pistol in his hand.

At such a critical moment, Xie Hengkong didn't feel afraid, instead, he rushed to Xiaohan, distinguished the opponent's position according to the gunshots, and shot with precision.

But it didn't hit 071's goal.

The two sides pulled, and in the end Xie Hengkong was no match for four hands with two fists. He was forced to fight and retreat all the way to the edge of the pine forest, and his pistol had only the last bullet left.

"401, you lost, you will definitely die here today." 837, who wrapped himself tightly in armor, shouted.

Xie Hengkong's eyebrows are full of hostility, and 071's marksmanship is as accurate as him.Under the situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are clearly in the clear, Xie Hengkong is not completely sure that he can hit a single blow while ensuring his own safety. Right now, his chances of making a comeback are slim.

Just when he was thinking about how to solve the situation, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Zhaoyin who appeared outside the examination area at some time.

He stood next to the other instructors, watching everything that happened in the assessment area with cold eyes.

A smile appeared on Xie Hengkong's face, and he pulled the trigger to fire the last bullet.

boom--

The huge "bang" sound shattered Xie Hengkong, who had only a little consciousness left, and his soul flew into the sky.

In the heavy snow, the sight of Song Zhaoyin falling down in blood hurt every nerve of his, and his shaky waking consciousness was completely disintegrated, making him unable to tell where he was, whether it was a dream or reality, he only felt himself It was like being thrown into the abyss of purgatory, unable to escape in pain and fear.

Until he heard the familiar cold voice calling his name continuously, calling out anxiously and worriedly, condensing his disintegrated consciousness little by little, and pulling him back to the world.

In the cloud and rainforest, accompanied by a low growl of pain, the curled up alpha babbled the words "Song Zhaoyin" over and over again in a restrained voice.

After a long time, he opened his red and moist eyes, and his eyes fell into Song Zhaoyin's gray-blue pupils full of worry.

"Song Zhaoyin, I regret it."

I have long since regretted it.

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Memories are written more than I expected, so I'll have to get to the next chapter.

I have written these two chapters many times, and I am terrified when I write them. Do you have any opinions?