When Tang San walked off the ring, no one called him.
Huangdou people were celebrating, Chen Jieqi stood in the middle of the crowd, Ye Lingling handed him a glass of water, and he said "it's cold."
Dugu Yan added next to it, "I guess it's not too hot."
The voice was very soft, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.
Tang San heard it, those words were very soft, but they penetrated deeply.
He did not return to the Shrek rest area. Yu Xiaogang called out to the waiter from behind. He heard it and did not stop.
I walked along the passage until I reached a place where the lights couldn't shine, turned into an employee passage, and pushed open the iron door with the words "No one allowed to enter" written on it.
The door is unlocked. The locks in places like this have long been rusty.
At the end of the passage is an abandoned stone staircase, leading to the outside of Spirit Fighting Arena. Tang San walked up the stone steps, and each step was heavy.
The Eight Spider Lances on the back has been retracted, but the three broken roots are still aching in the body.
He stood under the eaves and looked down at his hands.
The blood from the tiger's mouth had dried and formed dark brown scabs. His right hand was still shaking. He clenched his fist, unclenched it, and clenched it again.
I repeated it several times and the shaking didn't stop.
He knelt down and buried his face in his knees.
The wind came from the side and ruffled his hair. He didn't notice that a man with a unshaven beard and a hood was watching him in the distance.
He remembered the way Chen Jieqi stood on the ring, and his shoes, which were white and not dusty.
Standing on the bluestone countertop, it looks as clean as if you just walked out of the room.
My shoes were full of mud. I rushed back from the waterfall and didn't bother to wipe them off.
He stared at the shoes for a long time.
Then he stood up, patted the dirt on his trouser legs, and instead of returning to Shrek, he went to Sunset Forest.
It was already very dark when we arrived at the forest, the moonlight was completely blocked by the tree canopy, and Tang San did not light a fire.
Purple Demon Eye can see everything clearly in the dark, but he would rather not see clearly.
For example, the Blue Silver Grass plant next to the root of the tree has curled leaves and yellowing edges.
Tang San stopped, squatted down, and touched the leaf with his fingertips. It was cold and there was no response. He took back his hand and continued walking.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, he was just walking without any purpose.
The rotten leaves in the forest rustled under his feet, and then he heard the sound of water.
It's not a stream, it's a waterfall.
After passing through the last wall of trees, the view suddenly opened up.
A waterfall fell from a cliff dozens of meters high, and the water poured into the pool, causing mist to fill the sky.
The moonlight shines on the mist, glowing with silvery gray light.
The sound of the water was so loud that it blocked all the sounds in my head.
The sound of collision on the ring, the cheers of the audience, and the flat tone of Chen Jieqi when he said "cool".
There is nothing but water.
Tang San took off his shoes, put them on the rock, and walked into the pool barefoot.
The water was very cold, up to my knees and up to my waist.
He stood at the foot of the waterfall, and the water poured down from his head, making him almost unable to stand still.
He didn't use Soul Power to resist, he just stood and let the water hit his shoulders, back and head.
Eight Spider Lances The broken area was stimulated by cold water, and the pain became a little lighter.
He closed his eyes.
The sound of water filled my ears, washing everything away.
There is no Huangdou, there is no Shrek, there is no Clear Sky Hammer, there is no Blue Silver Grass.
There is only water, only the weight of falling down, and only cold.
He stood under the waterfall for a long time.
It took so long that my body started to feel numb, so long that my lips started to turn purple, and so long that my mind finally went blank.
Then he came out and sat on the rock.
My feet were still soaked in the water, and the chill was creeping up my ankles.
His shoes were still lying next to him, with dried mud on the uppers and thin soles.
He looked down at the shoes and suddenly felt very tired.
It's not physical fatigue, it's the kind of fatigue that seeps out from the bones.
But he didn't lie down because his back was itching.
It's not the kind of itching caused by wound healing, it's Eight Spider Lances's imagination.
When Eight Spider Lances popped out of the back, Tang San did not stop it.
I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to stop it.
All eight Spider Spears were opened, and the blue-purple lines glowed coldly under the moonlight.
The three broken ones were covered with a film, and new tips were faintly stirring under the skin, but they had not yet broken out.
They splayed out behind him like a real spider.
Tang San looked down at Eight Spider Lances's reflection on the water and his own back. He didn't like this shadow.
Then he heard something moving in the bushes.
A baboon emerged from the bushes and came to drink water.
Ten-Year Soul Beast, didn't notice him, or noticed him, but didn't feel dangerous.
Tang San Looking at it, the wind baboon squatted by the pool, holding the water in its two front paws, and drank one mouthful at a time.
The ears twitch from time to time and the tail wiggles slightly.
Eight Spider Lances moved. It was not controlled by Tang San, but by itself.
A Spider Spear pierced Feng Baboon's chest.
Soon, it was so fast that Tang San had no time to react, and so fast that the wind baboon didn't even scream.
It just stiffened for a moment, and then its body began to twitch.
Tang San was stunned.
He watched the wind baboon being lifted off the ground by Spider Spear, and looked at its amber eyes, glowing with fear in the moonlight.
He felt Eight Spider Lances absorbing it.
The vitality of the wind baboon poured into the body along Spider Spear, warm, with Ten-Year Soul Beast weak but pure Soul Power.
That power flowed into the meridians, filling the void after the battle, and the exhausted body regained strength.
He should have felt sick, but he didn't, he felt comfortable.
This was the thing that disgusted him the most.
He stood under the waterfall for so long, trying to wash away everything with cold water. Eight Spider Lances only took one second to make up for it all.
It wasn't his power, it was stolen from him, but he did feel better.
The wind baboon was still twitching.
Tang San stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed the Spider Spear that pierced the wind baboon.
The spear trembled in his palm, like a caught snake trying to break free.
He could feel it yearning, eager to continue absorbing, eager to suck the baboon dry.
"That's enough."
The sound was very soft, so soft that it was mostly drowned by the sound of the waterfall.
But Eight Spider Lances heard it, it trembled again in his palm, and then stopped.
Tang San pulled Spider Spear out of Feng Babo's chest.
The movement was very slow, and every time it was pulled out an inch, the Fengbao's body shook.
Blood gushed out from the wound, dripped into the pool, and spread into a light red color.
He placed the baboon on the rock.
It was still alive, with its chest rising and falling slightly, and its amber eyes half-opened, looking at him.
He did not avoid that gaze.
He took out a hemostatic grass from Soul Tool, chewed it up and applied it to the wind baboon's wound. After briefly sucking out the poisonous blood,
Then he tore off a section of his sleeve, wrapped it around a few times, and tied it into a knot.
His movements were very unfamiliar, as he had only treated people before.
Feng Babo's breathing gradually calmed down.
Tang San sat next to it and looked at it.
It was also looking at him, its amber eyes reflected his face, Eight Spider Lances was still open,
The blue-purple light reflected his face half blue and half black.
For the first time, he felt that this face was unfamiliar.
When the sky began to turn white, Feng Babo struggled to stand up.
It staggered two steps, looked back at him, then got into the bushes and disappeared into the morning mist.
Tang San looked at the direction in which it disappeared and was silent for a long time.
Then he took back the Eight Spider Lances one by one, using his fingers so hard that veins popped out.
When the last Spider Spear was withdrawn, he felt it tremble again, not in resistance, but in grievance.
Like a dog that retreats into its kennel with its tail between its legs after being scolded by its owner.
He stood up.
My knees were a little weak, so I stood for a while before I regained my balance.
Looking down at his hand, he saw that the veins on the back of his hand had returned to their normal color. But he remembered how the veins looked bulging just now.
It doesn't look like his own hands.
He walked to the edge of the pool, squatted down, took some water and washed his face.
The water was very cold and flowed down my neck and into my collar.
He raised his head and looked at his reflection on the water.
There were blue marks under the eye sockets, the whites of the eyes were bloodshot, the lips were chapped, and there were dried blood scabs at the corners of the mouth.
But at least, this face is still his own.
On the way back, he saw the Blue Silver Grass next to the root of the tree.
It was still curled up and the edges were still yellow. He didn't stop or look at it anymore.
When we walked out of Sunset Forest, the sun had already risen.
The sunlight made him squint his eyes. His shoes were still dirty, and his trouser legs were still stained with mud from the waterfall.
He looked down and then continued walking.
He didn't notice that when Eight Spider Lances pierced the wind baboon, a flash of scarlet flashed at the tip,
Just like the hooded man who has been watching him.