Bone

The eyeballs are no more than two balls of soft flesh and blood, but they seem to weigh a thousand pounds in the palms, dragging down Tan Fengyue's heart that was disturbed by the nightmare, because she doesn't know what happened to the ghost And he felt anxious and flustered, and at the same time, he felt calm and at ease because he found the whereabouts of the ghost—the two diametrically opposite emotions were tightly intertwined, forcing him to unconsciously tuck his five fingers together—the panic made him think like this The person who fell into the water clung to the objects in his hands as if they were driftwood, but still remained calm, for fear of breaking the two boneless lumps of flesh and blood in his hands.

The seasons around him were still changing, but he didn't care at all. He just lowered his eyes, closed his eyes in the palm of his hand, and repeated softly, "...Where is he, take me there."

The eyeballs couldn't hear the slight inaudible tremor in his voice, but they could understand what he said, but in an instant it turned into wisps of black mist, which spread thinly and enveloped him.

……

It was still an endless blackness.

——After the deep darkness dissipates, what will the scene be like?

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In the deep darkness, he seemed to be falling continuously.

There are no more disturbing noises in my ears, only a dead silence.

In the dead silence, he could only hear his own heartbeat, one sound, one sound, uniform and powerful, only a beat would be lost from time to time—when he was thinking about the ghost.

He has never lost his composure easily, and he has never cared about other people's affairs. Even though he was in that weird nightmare just now, most of what he felt was confusion and emptiness... Then Why is he flustered at the moment?What is the reason for the missed heartbeat?

He doesn't know, he can't tell.

What "previous history", what "strange event", what "graining bone"... everything seemed to be empty, disappeared, and was replaced by the figure of the same person.His mind was empty but not empty, his heart was full and dissatisfied, and he only gently closed the palm holding the pair of eyes a little bit—until it fell to the ground, until the scene in front of him suddenly opened up.

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Saying that the nightmare is dangerous, frightening, terrifying... extremely capable of the nightmare's mind...

—Is that so? !

The moment she saw the scene in front of her clearly, Tan Fengyue seemed to have her heart pierced in an instant, her throat was squeezed tightly, and all the blood in her body was drained.

He looked at the blood-soaked black figure surrounded by everyone in the distance, like falling into an ice cave——

...Who is that whining?

...what were they doing around him?

...they are holding... a sword?

The devilish energy that seemed darker and thicker than the nightmare was gushing out from the struggling black figure, as if burning him into a burning black flame.The dense black mist covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly, but he could be heard crying, and two tears of blood could be seen flowing from his eyes——

The crowd around him was chaotic and noisy, all holding long swords, the sword saw blood, gouged out the surrounded monsters bloody, it was horrible - there was also a figure similar to him, dressed in green clothes...

——There is another figure similar to him, dressed in Tsing Yi! ?

Tan Fengyue looked at the cyan figure in disbelief, and was shattered by a sudden chill from the bottom of her heart, and the feeling of fear and panic that followed was indescribable, far beyond what he could imagine. acceptable range.

Still, the body reacted one step earlier than the consciousness, and rushed to that place in panic.

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Restrained by the nightmare, the spells are useless, and the spells are useless—even the skills of the whole body are gone.He wanted to control the sword, make a tactic, cast a spell, and dodge in front of him...but he could only rely on his legs to run towards that person as fast as possible.

The scene was getting closer and closer, and he watched the "self" stabbing the ghost again and again with his sword, watching the ghost counterattack in vain again and again, listening to the ghost's blood-stained hiss. Voice asked - "Why are you here?!"

The ear-piercing wind sounded like a ghost crying, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or hatred that was burning in his heart, and he didn't have the heart to curse why the Dark Nightmare would conjure up a "he" to torment the ghost—he just ran towards that place with all his strength. , gritted his teeth and called him: "—Qin Nianjiu!!"

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——"Qin Nianjiu!!"

As if separated by thousands of barriers, it seemed that someone called him, but it seemed that there was no one.

The demonic energy filled the brain, and the emotions filling the brain were too many and too complicated, and it was already chaotic. Qin Nianjiu had already lost his mind, and couldn't hear the shouts of the people coming. He could only resist and fight back numbly, and asked in a low voice, " ...why are you here..."

Blood slid down from his forehead, dripped into his eyes, and merged with the blood and tears that were welling up in his eyes, leaving only a blur of scarlet in his vision, but he didn't blink in a daze.

In the scarlet, there are many figures, all of them want to kill him and cut him... There is also that cool and dazzling sky blue.

"...you... are the same as them..." He stared at the blue sky through blood and tears, and raised his hand and waved his sword at him dumbly. He muttered vaguely, "...Tan Jun... welcome..."

In a trance, he seemed to blurt out a name that he had forgotten long ago. Unfortunately, he had been out of strength for a long time, and his voice was softer than the wind and softer than the clouds. Even he himself couldn't hear it clearly, but in a blink of an eye The sound of being cut into bones by a sharp sword was overshadowed - the long sword mercilessly struck by the man in Tsing Yi.

--pain.

--It hurts.

There are countless sword wounds on the flesh, there is a surge of demon energy in the meridian, and the struggling heart in the chest is indescribably painful.The severe pain intertwined inside and outside, as if trying to tear him into pieces——

But there was another touch of azure that suddenly passed through the figures, appeared in front of his eyes, and stretched out his hand to him.

...is it coming again?Almost without thinking, he raised his hand mechanically, and the long sword came straight out——

This time, the sword in his hand did not cut across a phantom in vain, but actually plunged into someone's flesh and blood.

There was a soft "chi" in my ears, the muffled sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh.

As if slightly pulled back by the noise and the resistance from the sword, Qin Nianjiu raised his eyes blankly, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly, but he couldn't see clearly.

At the same time, the phantom human figures piled up on the sides all froze in their movements. The raised sword, the flying clothes, the hideous face...all seemed to be frozen in an instant, becoming dead objects .

Qin Nianjiu was still holding the long sword in his hand, staring blankly at the person coming, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Under the nightmare, the pain feels real.Tan Fengyue didn't look at her pierced waist and abdomen at all, she just stared at Qin Nianjiu, who was covered in black air and with bloody eyes, and reached out and touched his sword hand, "...it's me .”

——When I came here, I was ready to block the sword for this ghost, but I didn't expect that all the phantoms would freeze on their own... It seems that this situation may be a nightmare born of his heart...?

With some guesses in her heart, Tan Fengyue lowered her voice very softly, as if she was just trying to wake him up in the morning, and called him slowly, "...this is a nightmare, it's a dream, it's all fake."

The voice is in the ear, but it seems to be as far away as thousands of mountains and seas, and the figure is in the eye, but it is as strange as it is in the past and present.Qin Nianjiu was still stunned, and did not let go of his sword hand.

……here we go again.he thinks.

...Deep Nightmare was lying to him again.he thinks.

——So he was dumbfounded, and pushed the sword forward a few more points.

"..." Seeing that the fixed figures around her seemed to loosen a little, Tan Fengyue held back the pain that filled her throat, her voice was still soft and slow, and said cautiously: "...it's me, Tan Fengyue."

...Talk about Fengyue?

……who is it?

The empty mind was filled with bits and pieces—someone grabbed his wrist in the ruined palace and said, "I found you"; ;Who came quickly to embrace him, and held up a black umbrella to shade him; who stood in front of him when the Zongmen came over in a blink of an eye...

Bit by bit, bit by bit.Every time he remembered something, several phantom human figures disappeared, but Qin Nianjiu didn't notice it at all.

He only looked at the blue shadow in front of him, and murmured in a low voice, "...Talking about Fengyue?"

"Yes, Tan Fengyue." Tan Fengyue took half a step towards him with the long sword pierced into her body, "...what you saw just now is all fake, it's an illusion, it's a phantom."

Qin Nianjiu was still muttering, "...Fake?"

"Yes." Tan Fengyue answered him, and took another half step forward, blood stained his abdomen, staining his elegant green clothes, but he just talked to the ghost unknowingly, "... You see, there is only one sword in your hand, isn't it?"

...Yes, only one handle.The thoughts shattered by hatred and pain regained a little bit, Qin Nianjiu finally felt that something was wrong, and frowned lightly, "...I... didn't use..."

The long sword had passed through her body, but Tan Fengyue's face remained unchanged, and she finally walked up to Qin Nianjiu, face to face with him, eye to eye.

Seeing him changing hands so smoothly and naturally when he was injured in a fight before, and there were sword calluses on both his left and right hands—Tan Fengyue raised her hand, wiped the blood and tears from his face, and said softly: "...the sword you used in your lifetime , are actually two swords, aren’t they?”

Qin Nianjiu was slightly taken aback. ...That's right, what I saw in the fantasy dream of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​corpses, he is indeed holding two swords——

... So this scene, really isn't the old days reappearing?

Before he could truly regain all his thoughts, he fell into an embrace.

The body of the person hugging him was slightly warm, and seemed to be trembling slightly, followed by the sound of an even and powerful heartbeat.One sound, one sound... and another sound, gradually overlapping with his own heartbeat.

Tan Fengyue embraced him lightly across the sword, like embracing a lost and found treasure.Like at this moment, he finally sorted out the indiscernible fluster in his heart just now, and the cause of the missed heartbeat.

He knew, he discerned.But he didn't say anything, he just hugged the ghost, still trying to convince him that it was just a nightmare, "...So, the nightmare really doesn't know your pre-life situation, but according to the horror in your heart, you created a ghost It's just a nightmare..."

Seeing that every time he said a word, the remaining phantom figures dissipated unwillingly, he felt that this move was effective, so he continued, "...Are you afraid that I will also join the sect people to put you to death? ?"

The long sword pierced through his body, obviously piercing his abdomen, but when he said this, it seemed that his chest hurt more... He coughed lightly, and then continued: "...Didn't I say that? , sharing the blessings of the gods, and the difficulty of being the same as the ghosts..."

The person hugging him seemed to be whispering something in his ear, Qin Nianjiu didn't hear a single word clearly, and he didn't listen to a single word, he only listened to the two entangled heartbeats, his vision gradually cleared up .

One, one... and another.

The one who is always by his side.

One, one... and another.

He is the one who talks and laughs with him every day.

One, one... and another.

The one who sleeps with him every night.

One, one... and another.

Yes--

The last phantom figure dissipated without a sound, and the magic energy that could swallow the sky and the sun also melted away, leaving no trace.

In the far distance, someone seemed to have no choice but to let out a low and long sigh, and it was just like the illusion given by the whistling wind.

The long sword that was held in his hand disappeared silently, leaving only a void in his palm.Qin Nianjiu raised his hand in a daze, hugged the visitor with difficulty, and whispered hesitantly, "...Talk about Fengyue?"

My mind is still empty but not empty, my heart is still full and dissatisfied, but everything seems to be on the ground.

Tan Fengyue lowered her eyes to answer him, "It's me, it's me."