Sea of ​​Fire

Chapter 9 Sea of ​​Fire

Then she retracted her head, and the sound of opening the stove door, shoveling the broken charcoal in the sack, and playing with bottles and cans could be heard from behind the screen. Li Wuxiang listened quietly for a while, then stood up slowly, inserted the knife under the bedclothes into his lower back, walked to the screen and looked at her as she had just looked at him.

Zhao Xi was playing with the broken charcoal, turned to look at him, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, then shook a few strands of hair away from his face, smiled at him, and turned back: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep, I'm thinking about other things." Li Wuxiang whispered as he slowly walked behind her.

He looked at her neck - slender and snow-white, with a very fine layer of down reflected by the light of the lamp on the stone wall, exactly like the young girl in his memory.

He tried to recall the scene when the two of them got along over the past month - nothing about Zhao Xi's actions was abnormal, even if he asked himself to think about it now, there might be another person hidden in the body next to him. His soul couldn't recall any incongruity at all.

But the smell is real. The closer he got to her, the more his now keen sense of smell could smell the aroma of bamboo paper on her body.

So he took another step forward, almost getting behind Zhao Xi. When he saw Zhao Xi's body tense up, he immediately wanted to turn his head, but Li Wuxiang frowned slightly, took a deep breath, hugged her from behind with his arms, and pressed his face against her neck. one side.

"I'm thinking, there are only two of us in this world, right?"

Zhao Xi took a step forward and wanted to break away, but in front of her was the alchemy furnace, so her body only swayed and her voice trembled: "...Li Wuxiang, what do you want to do?"

"I think you smell very good." Li Wuxiang quickly lowered his head, pressed his lips to the side of Zhao Xi's exposed neck, and smeared his saliva on her skin.

Zhao Xi trembled, screamed, and tilted his body to the side. Li Wuxiang could clearly see the place where his saliva had wet him just now - on the snow-white skin, a piece of white paper was covered with water. The dark patch like wetness is spreading rapidly. At the same time, in the center of this dark patch, the skin that should have been tight is becoming uneven, and then collapses downward, just like the paper man he subdued below... ...She is indeed not a human being!

At this time, Zhao Xi pushed his hands hard, trying to break free immediately, but the reason why Li Wuxiang chose this position was because of the pill furnace in front of him. Although Zhao Xi was stronger than him, he could only move forward. She took half a step and was blocked by the alchemy furnace. Instead, she almost fell on the alchemy furnace. When she wanted to turn around and push Li Wuxiang away, he had already grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it out from behind her waist with the other hand. The short knife pierced her back.

This knife seemed to be thrust into an extremely flexible and strong soft barrel. At first, it felt a large and soft resistance, and then suddenly it was light, as if it was thrust into the hollow at once. Li Wuxiang remembered the lesson he learned when dealing with this kind of paper puppet down below. He did not retreat after the knife was inserted, but quickly retracted his right hand holding Zhao Xi's hair and grasped the handle of the knife with his left hand. Zhao Xi lost control and immediately fled forward. Li Wuxiang took the opportunity to press the handle of the knife down hard——

He heard a sound like tearing a very thick piece of cloth, and a long gash was dragged out of Zhao Xi's entire back with a short knife. After only running forward for three or four steps, his legs became soft and light, as if they had been whipped. Something dropped and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Li Wuxiang immediately wanted to add a few more cuts, but Zhao Xi grabbed half a bag of charcoal residue and swung it away. The thing came so fast that Li Wuxiang only had time to duck to the side when he heard a roar behind him. , the charcoal bag smashed through the screen, and then smashed the wooden table behind the screen, falling to the ground with a bang, splashing the charcoal residue into a rainstorm, leaving countless black spots on the ground and walls in an instant.

Li Wuxiang immediately took two steps back, stopped moving forward, and breathed out softly: "You are the puppet of Zhao."

But he saw Zhao Xi's eyes open, with a look of fear and helplessness on his face. She seemed to be able to move only her arms at this time, and the parts of her back below the knife edge had become soft, as if the bones had been removed. She used one hand to support herself against the wall, and used the other hand to grab her waist, as if she wanted to close the wound. But as her body moved, more and more things leaked out from her back——

It was something wrapped in dense white threads. When it leaked out of the body, it looked like fresh, steaming internal organs, but as soon as it hit the wind and fell to the ground, it quickly turned into a shriveled, wrinkled thing made of yellowed bamboo paper. .

She tried hard to stuff these things into her body, but the knife edge was behind her back and she was moving her body. The things soon became entangled and knitted into a big ball, making it impossible to put them back. When she finally moved to the wall, she grabbed these visceral things while trembling her lips and staring at Li Wuxiang: "Why? I haven't eaten much anymore, and I'm still making medicine for you. , why..."

Li Wuxiang looked at her calmly: "You asked me to use Guangchanzi to turn myself into a human skin, and then you can take away my body. Do you think you are very smart, Zhao Puppet? Since you know that I am an external evil, then you know I don’t know if this method is just a childish trick? Why?”

Zhao Xi's eyes widened, and the area on her right shoulder that was soaked in saliva was collapsing. This caused her right arm to gradually become limp, and she could only droop to one side of her body, so the bamboo paper that was originally grasped by her right hand The refined internal organs fell apart again. She opened her mouth and looked like a person who was about to expire. While breathing convulsively, she wanted to use her other hand to grab the internal organs, but she couldn't reach them: "I'm not, I'm not Zhao Puppet, I'm Zhao Puppet." Hi...please, save me...Zhao Puppet killed me and took me...I didn't mean to lie...ly..."

Li Wuxiang carefully observed her every movement, adjusted his breathing, and tried to relax and tighten the muscles in his body so that he could exert force at any time. Now he has roughly understood the context of the matter - Zhao Puppet originally wanted to use the children below to practice "Tai Yi", but after discovering that the original owner was possessed by an external evil, he immediately made an incredible decision: kill himself, and then He transferred his soul into the paper puppet Zhao Xi and tricked himself into cultivating Guang Chanzi, an external evil spirit.

This means that "external evil" is extremely dangerous in the eyes of Zhao Puppet, and even makes him destroy his body to set up traps... But he should know that practicing Guangchanzi will sharpen people's five senses, so he never thought about this This situation?

At this time, Zhao Xi stopped talking and remained motionless, staring straight at him, as if he was still asking "why" silently.

Li Wuxiang sneered and slowly approached him: "Zhao Puppet, if I were you, I should understand that I won't believe every word you say now, let alone lie here pretending to be dead. Do you want me to be this foreigner?" Evil skin? Then I'll give you two choices: Either I open the door and jump into the sea of ​​fire outside, asking you to sacrifice your body but get nothing, or you stand up now and let's talk -"

As he spoke, he was only two steps away from the wall, and "Zhao Xi" remained motionless. At the same time as the words "Talk about" were spoken, Li Wuxiang stepped quickly, changed from pacing to sprinting, swung his arms fiercely, and cut off "Zhao Xi's" head with a knife, then jumped on the corpse and slashed with the knife until he was chopped off. Only when the puppet's body was covered with everted white gashes did he take two steps back——

The body still didn't move. Zhao Xi's head rolled down not far away. It was still the same as before when he looked at it, but soon it became pale and stiff, and finally turned into a lifelike shell.

Li Wuxiang stared at the head in silence, then looked at the body on the ground, and slowly took a breath: "Zhao Puppet."

"Zhao Puppet?"

After two breaths, he slowly stepped forward and used a short knife to poke at the wounds on the body - there was a slight light golden color under the opened knife edges. He squatted down, stretched out his hand to tear open the wound, and brushed away the white threads in his body. He found that it was a thin network woven with extremely fine copper wires and buried under the body surface. It was also at this time that he suddenly noticed that the touch of the body's surface was completely different from that of the puppet he killed underneath.

It's tougher...like it's made of thin skin.

Li Wuxiang exhaled, cut off a piece with a short knife, and retreated to the fallen pill furnace. The charcoal fire started by Zhao Xi had not been extinguished yet. He could see the fine lines on the surface of the "thin skin" through the light of the fire. He threw the thing into the charcoal fire. A burning smell rose up, and the thin skin quickly turned to ashes.

Li Wuxiang stood up holding the short knife, looked at the corpse on the ground, and remembered what she just said——

"It was Zhao Puppet who killed me and then...I didn't mean to lie..."

"It was Zhao Puppet who killed me and made me into a puppet. I didn't mean to lie to you" - is this what he meant?

Li Wuxiang held the knife in the darkness and firelight, looked at the skin bag on the ground in silence for a while, and suddenly sneered.

"What, do you want me to feel remorseful and guilty towards Zhao Xi, and then leave this skin here as a memory? Then continue to cultivate Guangchanzi until I really cultivate myself into a skin?" He As he spoke, he walked over and picked up Zhao Xi's fluttering head. When he picked it up, a ball of crumpled bamboo paper fell out of it.

Then he walked to the door and opened it, and the hot wind suddenly spurted in. He hung the head he was holding outside: "I guess you will come out of this skin at that time and take my body - give it to me now. Speak or I'll throw you out."

On the empty head, the pair of unfocused black eyes stared at the ground in the room, silent. Li Wuxiang suddenly raised his hand, and his head was thrown far away, passed through a layer of fleeting clear light, and immediately turned into a ball of flame in mid-air.

He strode back, dragged Zhao Xi's headless body to the door, and shouted sternly: "Speak to me, Zhao Puppet! Otherwise, I will throw you out now! Throw them all out!"

But the body of the light puppet swayed softly with his movements, and its drooped arms were blown up by the hot wind outside the door, as if it was still thinking about the unfinished elixir today.

Li Wuxiang stared at it for a while, then slowly leaned against the stone wall beside the door and let go of his hand. The headless body fell at his feet with a popping sound, like a heavy coat falling to the ground.

Outside the door is still a flaming world. Thick clouds of fire rolled overhead, making the zenith look like reality. On the ground in the distance, countless huge trees burst into flames, causing everything as far as the eye could see to be distorted by the high temperature. Looking up, down and on both sides from the door, you can only see a rough, knife-like rock wall, covered with a thick layer of white ash.

The whole world looked lifeless.

Li Wuxiang sighed, sat down facing the blazing world in the distance, patted the skin on the ground, was silent for a while, and whispered, "Well, if you are really Zhao Xi, it's not so miserable to die in my hands - it's more miserable to stay in such a world, live in a small house, and know that you will die alone."

"But this is one thing, and I killed you by mistake is another. What should I do?" Li Wuxiang stood up and took a step forward, "Use my life to pay."

But just as his body was about to lean forward, the headless skin behind him trembled suddenly, and then the thin net made of fine copper wire under the skin flew out with a buzzing sound and fell on him.

A burst of pain!

As soon as the copper net was on his body, it immediately drilled into his flesh, as if it wanted to take root under his skin like it did in Zhao Xi's skin. In just a moment, Li Wuxiang's upper body was red, and small blood columns splashed everywhere. After another moment, the copper net was completely buried under his skin, and it seemed to wrap his muscles and bones, forcing him to raise his right hand and grab the stone door panel next to him with a bang.

The next moment, the severe pain in his body suddenly disappeared without a trace. Li Wuxiang only felt a tingling sensation under his skin, and then he felt a chill in his body - it was as if he was practicing Guangchanzi before, and the essence in his internal organs was constantly gathering on his skin, but this time the speed was countless times faster, as if the copper net buried under his skin was helping him practice, and quickly turned him into a human skin!

At this time, Li Wuxiang finally confirmed that Zhao Kui was indeed attached to that body, but not to the skin, but to this copper net.

He immediately laughed, grabbed the wall by the door with his left hand, and used his legs to pull his body out: "Zhao Kui, you like to play, right?! I like it too! You want to get on top of me? Then I want you to die together!"

He jumped out, but his left arm suddenly felt numb under the skin, and he completely lost control. He was originally going to pull himself out, but now he was clinging to the stone wall like his right arm.

The copper net under his skin was still madly absorbing the essence of his internal organs. Li Wuxiang immediately followed the method in Guang Chanzi and asked his essence to flow in reverse. This trick actually worked. Although he could still feel the copper net growing rapidly under his skin and gradually controlling the flesh and blood of his legs, its growth rate was greatly slowed down, allowing him to exert force again and lean his body forward--

When he completely lost control of his body, a dangerous balance was achieved: he was like a frozen human stone sculpture, maintaining a posture about to fall off the cliff from the door. But his arms supporting the door, his legs kicking the door frame, and the warm wind blowing in from outside made him stay in place, swaying, as if he would continue to fall down or fall backwards into the door in the next moment.

His mind began to blur, his heart was in a daze, and he could no longer adjust his internal breath. He only felt that countless strands of things extended from the copper net and were drilling into his internal organs. His limbs began to relax gradually, and he felt his muscles exerting force, slowly pulling his body back, as if a person was starting to push a huge stone ball parked on a slope. Once it started rolling, the outcome would be clear.

But at this moment, he seemed to hear a faint sigh, like Zhao Xi's voice, and like the wind passing through the alchemy furnace.

So the warm wind whistling in from the door suddenly became smaller for a moment, and Li Wuxiang shook slightly and fell into the sea of ​​fire.

Today's chapters are two chapters combined into one.

Another problem is that the content of a chapter is not determined by the number of pages. For example, some books almost want to change one sentence into one line, so a chapter can be more than ten pages. But my book is divided into normal sections, but some are long and some are short, so the number of pages will fluctuate.

So two chapters combined into one chapter is really at least 4,000 words. After all, I am a new author publishing a book, how can I cheat? I also want monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. I think you also want Dabieye, right?