Chapter 313
That's when I heard...
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That was Wen Shi in the cage, and he was taking all the mortal relationships that had not been dispersed in the giant sealing formation for thousands of years into his body.
Those predestined relationships were too many, he went from standing to kneeling in the formation at some point. From solitary and straight, to bowed and curled up in the scorched earth.
But he never stopped.
A moment of blurred consciousness, he thought to himself. Maybe it was God's destiny that he had this empty body without his spiritual form, and because this body is different from ordinary people, he was able to absorb the world in this way.
He is very happy.
It was himself who came here a thousand years later. And he still has one or two "strengths", so he is not completely powerless.
It's just that there is a lot of dust...
He seems to have been kneeling here for a thousand years, but he still hasn't been able to suck everything up.
Those things are like a sea, endless and endless. He was thinking, how did Chen Dao endure these things back then, and whether there was a moment when he also felt tired and exhausted.
He has absorbed so much, but he still hasn't seen the figure that Chen Bubu can't see.
Maybe another thousand years to kneel down.
He thought vaguely when he heard it, and at the moment when this thought came to him, he suddenly felt something strange. It was as if someone suddenly helped him, and took out the vast sea of fate.
Then came the second strand, the third strand...
He stood on the ground and looked up. He was still the only one in the cage, and there was still no sign of anyone else in the formation.
And he didn't have the energy to think about it.
After an unknown period of time, the dusty fate that was as thick as ink finally became a little lighter. Wen Shi blinked slowly from the chaos, and the blurred focus was slightly clearer.
He vaguely saw a touch of white...
So he swallowed the dry taste of blood in his throat, and stretched out his hand towards it.
He groped for a while, and found his dusty fingers. That hand once led him out of the dead, through pine mountains and snowy seas. In his past memories, it has always been dry and warm.
But at this time, he was ignorant and cold as ice.
you will wake up.
I couldn't see clearly when I heard it, but I just clenched that hand and said stubbornly in my heart.
you will wake up...
Wait until I clean these up.
He caught the person he wanted to catch at the end of thousands of worlds.
At that moment, the last smear of black mist melted away and penetrated into his body. A pale golden mark emerged from under his ear.
After waiting for a thousand years, he finally got rid of the imprint from Chen Bu's body.
A little uncomfortable, but got what I wanted.
The golden mark almost burned the base of his ear, and when he heard it, he arched up and curled up again. But he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a sound.
He just moved his finger at the last moment.
There was still puppet string wrapped around his fingers. When he first started learning puppetry back then, Chen Buduo taught him to wind the first thread.
Since then, it seems that it can never be untied.
Those puppet lines straightened instantly under his movement, and immediately after that, twelve roars sounded from all around the formation at the same time. Those were his puppets, there were twelve in total.
Controlled by the spirit phase he peeled off, it always surrounds the big formation.
He once forgot why he left these puppets behind. Now he understands, maybe it's for this moment.
Dust has the body of a half-immortal, and no one can suppress it after the scourge of heaven is added to him, so he can only rely on the sealing formation.
But he is different.
Now he only has a nearly blank body, and his complete spirit is still pressed in the heart of the cage. He can control twelve of the most vicious giant beasts, which can help him complete the final blow.
Look, there's no one better suited to do this than him.
At the end of the day, Wen Shi's fingers dug into the gaps where the dust could not reach.
Back then when he crawled out of the sea of blood and corpses, he saw that cyclist-like person, so he forgot about the cold and pain. Now, holding the dustless hand, he should also forget the loneliness at that moment.
Close your eyes when you smell it.
The next moment, twelve giant puppets swooped towards him, like a sea of fire pouring down.
...
At the moment when the huge blow crashed down, the person in the sealing formation who had been suppressed for a thousand years and could not be freed suddenly struggled.
His fingers were pale and cold, as if he was about to grab something, but he couldn't.
Then the bird feathers, beads and red strings wrapped around his wrists lit up, just like every time before...
A long time ago, there was such a saying. It is said that when someone dies, eighteen monks are invited to chant scriptures day and night. As long as the heart is sincere enough, those blessings will leave a mark.
There are deep and shallow imprints, the shallow ones bring more blessings, and the deep ones can protect that person for a long life.
But in fact there is another saying, which is much more dangerous than this one, and I don't even know when I heard it.
It is said that when a person is about to die, if he has a blessing bead that has recited scriptures for a hundred years and a close-fitting object with the deepest bond, and soaks it with the blood of the whole body, he can protect a person with the blessings that he has never enjoyed in his life.
The blessing left in that way is more important than any imprint, and it can keep that person safe and happy from generation to generation.
On the first day of the twelfth lunar month of that year, he failed to drink the tea cooked on Songyun Mountain. But he knew it was Wen Shi's birthday...
Since it was his birthday, he should give him something.
He can only send this.
He has carried Fuzhu with him since he was a boy, and he has been with him for an unknown number of hundred years. Qingniao Cuiyu is a longing that cannot be let go, and the puppet thread is the deepest connection between them.