After Chen Jieqi finished speaking, he took a step forward.
The moment his palm touched the ball of light, gray and black lines suddenly wrapped around him like a snake that had smelled a living thing.
Stinging!
It's not a thorn in the skin, it's something digging into the mark.
He gritted his teeth and did not retreat.
The center of his eyebrows suddenly felt hot, and the golden thread appeared again. This time it didn't flash, but followed his blood and swam into the ball of light.
Like a needle, it guides the thread and sews something.
He suddenly remembered what Dugu Bo said,
"The poison enters the bone marrow, and it either scrapes the bones or becomes a poisonous person."
Now, he is being invaded by two things at the same time.
Which one will win first? He doesn't know.
But he didn't let go. When the golden light exploded, he closed his eyes, his eyelids still burned and red.
Dugu Bo raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the light leaking through his fingers burned white spots on the grass.
Chen Jieqi felt a huge suction force suddenly come down, and his mental power was violently pulled into an endless chaotic space.
There is no sky, no earth, no up, down, left or right around it.
There was only pure golden light and a gray-black miasma that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, wildly colliding and fighting in the endless void.
In the gray mist, there were waves of inhuman roars, not words, but emotions, the anger of being betrayed, the resentment of being forgotten,
It is the despair after the collapse of faith, the greed and pain that countless creatures have sunk into...
The gray mist wrapped around him and licked his holy light first, like a tongue testing poison.
Then I drilled it into my brain. It wasn't pain, it was itching.
It was as if something was thinking for him, thinking for him, "Just give up, this is a good place."
At this time Chen Jieqi remembered the red mark on his wrist made by the gold wire before pressing the light ball.
Now the circle of traces is getting hot, like someone is pulling the thread at the other end,
He followed the pulling force and sank his consciousness into the golden light.
But halfway through the sinking, he got stuck, and gray fog entangled his retreat.
The gold wire was getting hot, getting hotter and hotter, as if it was urging him.
He suddenly understood that this thing was not here to save him, but to force him.
Either go forward and completely tear the gray fog apart, or stop here and be torn apart from both ends.
With no way out, he chose to move forward.
"Send in..."
A whisper penetrated close to the shell of his ear. It was not a sound, but a thought, as if it came from his own mind.
He suddenly felt - yes. What's wrong with surrendering?
What did Qian Renxue say? I can't remember clearly.
Dugu Bo? That Old Poison would have died if he hadn't run into him.
Becoming a god is the only way to become a god.
He leaned forward, and the gray mist immediately wrapped around him, like a congratulation or a hug.
"Comfortable~."
Then, it hurts!
The red mark drawn by the circle of gold wire on my wrist suddenly burned. It wasn't because it was hot, it was because someone was tugging on it.
He looked down and saw that the red mark was oozing blood, and the blood beads flowed upward toward the center of his eyebrows.
Heart of the Naaru is sucking his blood.
He woke up suddenly, not from consciousness, but from pain.
He took a step back, broke away from Gray Mist's embrace, and found that his hand was already halfway out.
My fingers are almost black.
He looked at the blackened fingers and suddenly smiled, an ugly smile.
"It turns out I'm afraid too."
He followed the ending sound and walked to the front of the core.
The stagnant golden light was like a heart that no longer beats.
He stretched out his hand and pressed his palm against it.
It's not hot, it's just the old temperature, like a stone that's been touched by the sun, it's cool but not completely cool yet.
Then, it hurts.
It wasn't the core that was hurting, it was the red mark on her wrist that was hurting, and the gold wire was pulling in, cutting into the bones.
He understood, this is not the key, this is the other side of the lock.
To open it, someone needs to apply force from both sides.
He is outside.
Inside the core, there is another person, or rather, there was once a person.
He grasped the golden wire tightly and pulled it toward him.
The golden light in the core began to flow, very slowly, like blood congestion melting away.
The mark on his eyebrows became hot, and the holy light in his body also moved.
It wasn't him who instigated it, but the more blocks of light flow in the core, the faster his holy light flowed, like two rivers, opened by the same gate.
At this time, Gray Mist went crazy. They pounced on him, not licking, but biting, biting his hand and the golden wire.
Bite the increasingly bright line between him and his core.
He didn't let go.
The holy light shot out from the palm and collided with the gray mist. Instead of exploding, they seeped into each other.
The gray fog penetrates into the light, and the light sinks into the gray fog, like ink dripping into clear water, and like clear water rushing into the ink. No one can tell who is swallowing whom.
His holy light is getting darker. Every time it penetrates, it sinks a little.
From gold to dark gold, from dark gold to amber, it seems like something is accumulating inside layer by layer.
The hotter the gold wire became, the harder he pulled it. Blood flowed from the wrist to the elbow and dripped into the gray mist, which made a tearing sound.
The core finally cracked.
A hand stretched out from inside. Like his, there were red marks, calluses, and old injuries on the wrist.
Clasp the two hands together.
Then, the light didn't explode, but poured out. From that crack,
From between the fingers of both hands, it was like blood flowing back to the heart.
This time, the light isn't golden.
It is the color of her holy light after it sinks to the bottom, a very old amber, black mixed with gray mist, and the temperature of the person in the core.
The three things were mixed together and squeezed out from between the fingers.
The gray mist didn't melt away, it was washed away. Before it could scream, it was pushed backwards by the light.
Retreating to the edge, receding into a circle of increasingly thinner stains, but deeper.
Those spirit bodies were not "slowly stretched", but were awakened by the light, one after another, like drowning people being pushed ashore by the waves.
Coughing, panting, eyes open, as if he doesn't recognize the world.
I don't know Chen Jieqi either.
He looked at the person in the core, his face was washed clearly by the light, it was himself.
In other words, it was someone who once held this fragment and had the same hands as him.
The man opened his mouth, and this time his voice came out again, very softly:
"It's your turn."
Then it shattered into light spots and melted into the red marks on his wrist.
The gold wire is no longer hot and has become part of his skin, brown, like a scab.
The holy light also became quiet. It didn't disappear, but it sank to a very deep place.
Like an undercurrent underground in a riverbed, invisible on the surface, but always flowing.
He opened his eyes, his hand was still on the ball of light, but the ball of light had deflated, like a skin that had been sucked dry, and lay limply against the palm of his hand.
He withdrew his hand.
There are dark spots on the palm of my hand, which are connected with the black spots on my fingers, like ink dripping into the paper, slowly spreading.
Unicorn walked over without saying a word, and put the golden horn between his eyebrows.
It's hot, not the kind of branding, it's Unicorn trying it.
He stood upright.
After a few breaths, Unicorn took back his horn and tapped his front hooves on the ground.
Once, twice, three times.
"This time tomorrow," it said, then turned and walked back.
Chen Jieqi nodded and did not ask any further questions.
Dugu Bo walked over and didn't pat his shoulder, but just glanced at the black spots on his palms.
"Let's go."
Unicorn returned to the spring and lay down with his eyes half closed.
The two of them were walking the same route, but something was different. Chen Jieqi looked back,
Unicorn's golden horn is a little darker in the dusk, like old copper.
The valley has returned to its previous silence, the spring water is still flowing, and it is also being tortured.
Chen Jieqi said nothing, turned his head, and continued walking. The mist separated and closed.
The night wind blew through the valley, and beyond the mist, the sky was filled with stars.
He sat by the fire without adjusting his breath, just looking at the black spots on his palms.
Mo Yin drove very slowly, but kept driving.
Crawling from the palm to the wrist, it intersects with the red marks made by the gold wire, like two snakes fighting for territory.
He watched for a while, then sat cross-legged, meditating and praying.
The eyebrows are beating, not like a heart, but like Heart of the Naaru bit by bit on the floor.
Very slowly, like a rusty pendulum, it started to move again.
Close your eyes, the fire crackles.