pillow mountain river

"May the Lord Snake God live a long and healthy life!"

"May the Lord Snake God live a long and healthy life!"

The huge crowd kowtowed and bowed to the man on the high platform, and the low-pitched voices rushed towards the high platform like ancient spells and the forest mountain wind.

Er Dong stood on the high platform, overlooking the ceremony. There was a huge stone tablet standing on the high platform, and the moonlight projected on the surface of the tablet, leaving a cloud of shadows.A vague outline looms in the shadows.

Looking around, Er Dong noticed that there was actually another person on the high platform.That person was a child, neither crying nor making noise, seeing the bloody scene, he was frightened and leaned against the stone tablet like a fool.

He looked up at Master, only to see Master staring at the movement on the high platform with a cold expression.Er Dong had no choice but to swallow the words back, but he was thinking in his heart, could the snake god have asked for two sacrifices and planned to cut out the child's heart?

The child was still very young, with a thin body that looked no more than eight or nine years old, shrinking in the shadows like a helpless kitten.

The man on the high platform had cut out the puppet's heart, and as the blood flowed out, the lost aura was not enough to keep the puppet in its human form.

The corpse of the boy on the stone bed turned into a dry piece of wood, and together with the heart in the man's hand, turned into withered leaves.

The man narrowed his eyes, his hands froze, he was about to jump up to avoid it, but unexpectedly he was a step slower.

The long sword shot from the sky pierced the man's heart and nailed him to the stone tablet.The man felt a blur in front of his eyes, and suddenly saw a blue shadow swaying, the long sword returned to the master's hand, the man turned his wrist, and the sharp blade cut off the man's head like a knife cutting tofu.

The head rolled down the steps, rolled on the ground for a while, and finally stopped, turning into a snake's head.

Still just a puppet!

A ghostly black figure jumped out of the mountains and forests, with the same appearance, same clothes, and the same gentle eyes, no difference could be found.

Several black shadows entangled with Zhen Hanshan, but they did not fight him, just like afterimages.

The mountain wind roared, accompanied by the crisp sound of swords.

Zhenhan Mountain's offensive slowed down, and the full moon hanging on the tree branch seemed to be getting closer, and there was a distant voice in his ear.

The voice was extremely soft, suppressing the grief, "I lost..."

"Although I have done many wrong things, I have never regretted it..."

"The hairpin is broken, they broke it..."

"just kill me……"

The word "kill" pierced Zhen Hanshan's ear, causing him a pain in his chest, he pulled the sword in his hand and stabbed obliquely, only brushing the sleeve of one of the black shadows.

"Am I doing everything wrong?"

"...Is that why you look down on me?"

"I'm not your apprentice, and I don't need to be trapped in this yard with you!"

The young man screamed hoarsely, his voice was like weeping blood.Zhenhanshan was disturbed by these auditory hallucinations, and he attacked fiercely, but entangled with the phantom in vain.

The full moon was so bright that it was dazzling, and the halos of the moon scattered and overlapped in front of people's eyes like phantoms.A man stood in the woods under the moon, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The gentle eyes stared at the entangled figure on the high platform.

That person had the same appearance as Sombra, but his aura was completely opposite.The body of the black shadow is like a ghost, and the breath on his body is as light as water. Apart from a wisp of bloody smell, there is no other breath.But that person exuded a strong evil spirit and stench of blood.

After Zhen Hanshan got away, he approached the man directly.When he got close, he manipulated the long sword to stab the man's chest.

"Can you get rid of the nightmare?" the man asked with a slight smile on his lips.

The noise still lingered in Zhen Hanshan's ears, he forced himself to concentrate on using the sword, his sword moves concealed the killing intent, wishing he could tear the person in front of him into pieces.

Xu Shi has been restraining the influence of the nightmare, and there is a smell of blood in the cold mountain pass.The black streaks on the temples showed again.Whenever the black streaks appeared, his whole body would be entangled in severe pain, which was no less than tearing his soul apart.

"What a ruthless sword move!" the man laughed, "I thought it was some kind of monk who claimed to help justice? It turns out that he is just like me, a demon."

The man turned sideways to avoid the attack, but his arm was scratched by the sword energy, bleeding profusely.The blood in the man's body was black, extremely thick, like a pool of sticky stagnant water.

"Since we are the same kind, why don't we shake hands and make peace..." Before he finished speaking, the man let out a muffled grunt, and the long sword chopped off his entire arm.

Before he could continue, the dense sword shadows were like thin lines, intertwined into a silver net under the moonlight.Each "line" contained a raging killing intent, rushing towards the man.

The man was defeated, but Zhen Hanshan did not withdraw his sword.

The long sword sliced ​​across the body, cruelly dismantling his body into several pieces.The living people suddenly became a pile of meat.

Zhen Hanshan threw the sword away, so as not to have the urge to cut the man's corpse into a pulp.

Standing on a tall tree, Er Dong could only see the open space illuminated by the moonlight. He couldn't see clearly the side near the forest, but only knew that Master was fighting with someone.

He was so nervous that his palms were sweating, but he could only stand still.An inexplicable impulse suddenly emerged in Er Dong's heart. He grasped his right hand, but the palm was empty. There should be something there to feel comfortable.

When Zhenhan Mountain fought against the black shadow, the crowded crowd quietly changed, and those who were kneeling on the ground got up stiffly and slowly approached Zhenhan Mountain.

The villagers drooped their heads, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and they gathered together like corpses.

At the stele, the curled up child got up and walked slowly towards Zhenhan Mountain.

These villagers have already lost consciousness, no different from low-level puppets, otherwise, no one would provoke that person after seeing the broken corpses on the ground.

Zhenhanshan didn't have a sword in his hand, so when he met someone who rushed towards him, he turned sideways to avoid it.Wave after wave of people came, and finally he was completely surrounded.

Surrounded by corpse-like eyes, cloudy and dull.As a last resort, Zhen Hanshan jumped up lightly, stood on the top of a tree, and looked at the roaring crowd below.

The forest border far away from the crowd, the shadows of the trees are hazy.Sticky and stinky blood clings to the leaves of weeds, corpses are scattered on the ground, and the corpses are covered with smooth cuts.

An immature and thin hand picked up a piece of palm and pieced it together with other corpse parts.The moonlight projected between the gaps in the leaves shone on the child's peaceful face.

He picked up a piece of corpse and put it back together into a human form.

Seeing that the prototype had taken shape, the child finally had a smile in his eyes. He leaned over the blood-stained corpse, ignoring the black blood on his cheeks, and embraced the corpse intimately.

However, all he sensed was cold, stinky blood.

There was a trace of bewilderment in the child's eyes. He checked the corpse over and over again, and finally found the reason - the heart was missing.

Putting a human heart into the puppet's chest can make the puppet talk and laugh like a human, and have a warm and comfortable body temperature.

However, the heart is gone.

This skin began to look no different from those defective products, just as stagnant, as cold, and as unable to make him feel even a little bit of warmth.

The child couldn't find that heart. That's right. The human heart is just a mass of soft flesh. It's too fragile. It will be corrupted and broken. Maybe it has been crushed to pieces by the sword, so it can't be found.

Had to find another one.

The child thought so, he stumbled up from the ground, his eyes swept over the group of people who had lost their sanity due to the nightmare.

No, no, no... He couldn't find a satisfying heart.

Disappointment was clearly written on the child's face. He lowered his head and leaned against the corpse's chest again, still cold.

Perhaps he couldn't find a warm place for him to live in. The child's lips were purple, and he was trembling all over. He folded his arms around his chest, trying to warm himself up.

But his body was colder than a skin without a soul.

The child gave up. After a while, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and looked up happily.He felt a heart that made him extremely satisfied, warm, clear, and full of vitality.

In a blink of an eye, the child's figure flickered, disappearing as if disappearing in place.

On the top of a tall tree, Er Dong suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing past.The cool wind carried the chill of early spring and made him feel chilly all over, but his chest began to feel hot.

Er Dong looked down, and a corner of the talisman stick out of his clothes.

He was about to put it back in again, when the talisman paper emerged from his chest, hanging in mid-air.The seal characters written with cinnabar on the talisman were faintly shining.

Right behind Er Dong, a thin figure also stood in the air.

Er Dong's back suddenly felt cold, and his intuition made him look back.The child grinned, his white teeth reflected the bright red lips, it was indescribably weird.

The child's figure swayed again.

Er Dong subconsciously closed his eyes and put his arms in front of him.

After a while, Er Dong slowly opened his eyes, the child was gone, and he was not injured.Before the hanging heart fell, a crisp child's voice came from behind.

"What's that?" The child looked at the talisman paper hanging around Er Dong's body and asked.

Er Dong had a vague suspicion in his heart, and after calming down, he said, "Are you the snake god?"

The child tilted his head and looked at Er Dong, very dissatisfied that he didn't answer his own words.Er Dong still didn't answer his question, so he stretched out his hand to grab the talisman paper to see what happened.

However, as soon as he touched the talisman paper, there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, like being burned by fire.The child yelped and retracted his arms.

The tender palm was flushed red, the child lowered his head and blew on the wound.When the wound didn't hurt so much, he raised his head, looked at the talisman paper sadly, and said to Er Dong, "Take that thing away."

"No," Er Dong flatly refused.

The child asked in bewilderment, "Why?"

"Without it, you'd kill me."

The child was even more puzzled, "Isn't it an honor for you to give me your heart?"

He spoke with confidence, Er Dong was momentarily at a loss for words, and simply said, "The talisman is given by my master, I will not take it away, my heart is my own, let alone give it to you."

The child puffed up his cheeks, and his black and white eyes instantly turned cold.

Er Dong looked at the child's unusually bright eyes, the black eyeballs turned into vertical pupils of snakes.

"give it to me."

A cold child's voice rang in his ears.When Er Dong heard his voice, cold sweat dripped down his back.The child under the full moon opened a pair of snake eyes, and his face was innocent.

The child smiled and said, "You will take the initiative to give it to me."

The scene in front of him became hazy, and the sound of the wind that entered his ears was also blurred, and another ethereal voice was mixed in and entered his ears together.Fragments of human language exploded in my mind.

"Destroy the evil spirits!"

"The water demon will never die, and the mountains and rivers will never return!"

Er Dong couldn't stop panting, the lingering voice made him extremely irritable, and the veins on his forehead gradually appeared.

Seeing that Er Dong's eyes became loose, the child couldn't help laughing.However, not long after, the smile on his face froze, and his eyes widened.

so cold.

He shivered, lowered his head slowly, and a cold sword tip protruded from his chest.The body without warm blood felt cold day and night, and the cold wind poured in from the back and came out from the chest.

It's so cold all over.

"Found you," said the man behind him.

The long sword was pulled out from the child's body, and only a little thick black blood flowed out where the sword pierced.

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