Ex 63

Tick... Tick... Tick

The sound of water drops is so clear, even loud.

Even if you keep your eyes closed and want to tell yourself not to pay attention to these and ignore them, you have dug a hole and buried your head;

But that voice, but again and again in your heart.

Blow your head buzzing, blow your consciousness into a kind of chaos.

Helpless, I finally had to open my eyes and raise my head.

Zhou Ze sat up from the ground and put his hands on his knees.

Familiar scenes, familiar dreams,

Below me is a layer of water, and around me is pitch black.

Oh, no,

This time,

A little different,

That's the figure under the water in the line of sight ahead. It's gone.

Zhou Ze slowly stood up and walked to the position in his memory. At his feet, there was still a layer of cracks left there, but below, the scabbard had disappeared.

Fluke mentality does not exist, and Zhou Ze will not be naive to fantasize at this time. Instead, it is a kind of inexplicable fear.

People always have an instinctive fear of things beyond their control, which is human instinct.

Zhou Ze turned around,

Look around,

The sword,

Where have you been?

Everywhere you look, it's all dark. It's completely dark, which will make you subconsciously associate with the depths of darkness, what's hidden.

Tick... Tick... Tick

The sound of water drops continues tirelessly.

Zhou Ze slowly closed his eyes,

Since you can't see anything, don't look.

Just,

But things backfired.

When your eyes just close,

Your chest position,

There was a feeling of colic,

Zhou Ze opened his eyes again, lowered his head and looked down.

In his left chest position, the sword end of a sword has been exposed.

Xuanyuan sword,

Have you stabbed yourself?

Zhou Ze didn't know what this dream meant, because he didn't have time to ask about Yu Zhi or Bodhisattva.

If you can, I really want to ask them, where is the sword you saw when you were in a "catastrophe"?

But anyway,

Compared with the shadow under the water now,

Xuanyuan sword, which has disappeared into his body now,

To some extent, it's not a little radical.

Vaguely, you can feel that the next target pointed by the sword edge should be... Yourself.

The tip of the sword began to try to shoot out, followed by intense pain.

My ribs are being rubbed crazily, and my heart is being "broken" side by side, like being thrown into a blender and constantly repeating this cycle.

Unfortunately,

This is still a dream,

Dreams come from you, and dreams are yours, but often, dreams are not completely restricted by their masters.

Zhou Ze's forehead was already full of sweat. At present, the process he was undergoing was no less than a real torture.

"Hum!"

Zhou Ze's hands,

Grasp the end of the sword,

He is trying to pull the sword out of his body faster.

"Bang!"

When the sword is pulled out,

Zhou Ze felt that his vitality was being forcibly extracted in a large area,

A feeling of despair and loneliness, shrouded in a seamless speed.

Coupled with the dark environment at this time,

People can't help but think of tombs,

This is,

Own tomb.

………………

"Hoo............."

Suddenly sit up from the bed.

It was dark outside the window.

Familiar beds, familiar furnishings, and people who can't be familiar anymore.

Yingying closes her eyes, and her delicate eyelashes are so cute.

However, Zhou Ze soon realized that something was wrong. Generally speaking, although Yingying now sleeps occasionally, she will wake up immediately every time she wakes up.

Similar to the situation now, when she has woken up and she is still sleeping soundly, there is almost no such situation.

Dreams,

Are you awake?

"Hiss, hiss, hiss.................. hiss, hiss, hiss.................."

The sound of branches came.

On the ceiling of the room, a piece of green vegetation appeared.

Then,

A lotus flower is in full bloom,

In the bedroom,

Also immediately filled with a faint fragrance.

Zhou Ze still sat on the bed motionless, quietly looking at the lotus below, growing a length of lotus root after length.

The lotus roots slowly pieced together,

Immediately,

More subtle changes have begun.

final,

The image of an adult man appeared in front of Zhou Ze. He sat down on the chair behind the desk and stared at Zhou Ze.

This confrontation did not last long, and the other party said:

"Come back and go to bed directly?"

Half of his face was hung with his trademark sarcasm.

There was also an obvious dissatisfaction in his tone.

Yes, dissatisfied.

After recovering, he found that he had become a lotus root man. It is said that he was in the same way with another hero of myth and legend, and many people's good friends.

These two days, except for eating the woman, he has been waiting for Zhou Ze and the man to come back.

He prepared many words and envisaged many scenes.

He won't admit that he was nervous and excited. As the most beautiful boy in Goucun, he really needs to think more about the honor of Goucun.

After all, your every move represents the external image of Goucun, which should not be sloppy.

However,

What made him speechless was,

Zhou Ze is back,

then,

I didn't go to the wax museum to find myself,

Instead, I chose to sleep after I came back.

It's as if I haven't slept soundly in my eight lives,

This posture,

Let half of the face a little angry.

As a last resort, he had to come to the door by himself.

"Sleepy."

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Even now, he still felt a little sleepy, and he didn't know whether it was the inexplicable fatigue of these two days or the just dream that made him lose his spirits.

"Perhaps, you are more suitable for long sleep than me."

Half his face said gloomily.

Zhou Ze nodded and agreed. Then, some people got out of bed reluctantly and habitually reached out and touched in the drawer of the bedside table.

Generally speaking, Yingying will prepare cigarettes where she needs them.

A pack of cigarettes, was touched out, went to the window, lit one for himself, leaving half of his face a tired figure standing in front of the window.

Open the window, and the evening wind comes slowly.

"How about the feeling of resurrection?"

It's like nagging.

"Apart from this strange body, it's pretty good."

"What kind of feeling is death?"

The death of Zhou zewen is not the kind that people die and their souls go to hell, but the complete end.

"It's like falling asleep, but there's no dream to do."

"That's not bad."

"It's really good."

"Cough cough....."

Choking on a cigarette, Zhou Ze propped up on the windowsill with one hand and shook the ashes with his other hand downward.

"Tarzan, the ape, escaped, didn't he?"

Tarzan the ape?

"Hehe, hehe and......"

Zhou Ze, who had returned, couldn't help laughing.

It's really appropriate to compare Fu Jun to Tarzan, an ape. No word is superfluous.

"Well, I escaped."

"It's for the dead ghost, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm tired, too."

Half a face stood up, walked to Zhou Ze's side, and looked at the street lamp of Nanfang street with Zhou Ze.

"And then?"

Zhou Ze looked at half his face.

"Isn't that what brought me back to life?" Asked half his face.

"I don't know."

"But it is true. Otherwise, how to explain this series of coincidences?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with him."

"It has nothing to do with him. Does it have anything to do with you?" Asked half of his face with sarcasm.

Zhou Ze shook his head and silently spit out smoke rings.

"After I died, I felt that living was really tiring. Most importantly, I suddenly didn't understand how to continue to live."

"I also suggest you go to see a psychologist. I have a little hair, and my level is very good."

"Interesting."

"Why, come out to me without rest in the middle of the night just to tell me that you want to die instead of us?"

"Are you moved?"

"A little."

"I told you a long time ago that he is really not as simple as it looks."

"Maybe, but I don't care."

Half of his face was helpless, and he couldn't help saying:

"Among the dogs of all ages, I know that there are many people who lick dogs because they have no ability. Since they have no ability to resist and change the status quo, they can only be licking dogs.

Others, like me, chose to resist. Maybe I was the only one who succeeded, but the others, at least, resisted.

You are a wonderful flower. You obviously have the ability to resist, but you still continue to be a licking dog. "

"Your words are still as much as ever."

"I said, not a few days?" Asked half his face.

Thinking of the dream just now, the sword has been stabbed into his body.

"Indeed, it's fast. I should be next."

"Then try to prepare, while I'm just resurrected and a little confused, I don't want to live so much, while I haven't changed my attention;

I warn you, if it's too late, maybe I don't want to be the substitute again.

You talk to him and urge him... "

Zhou Ze threw his cigarette butts into the ashtray on the nearby desk,

Interrupted half of the face's chatter,

Direct channel:

"He said."

"Well, what did he say?" Half of his face, his hands hugging his chest, seemed very interested.

"Do you want me to imitate?"

"Imitate it. The more like it, the better. I want to see how he looks when he is moved by me."

The story of yinggou and the dog can be copied from the story of Fujun and the monkey and published in many versions.

Zhou Ze took a deep breath,

Imitate word by word:

"He..... Doesn't..... Deserve......"

"......." half face.