Chapter 13 Throwing Fire

Chapter 13 Throwing Fire

"The King in Yellow Clothes?" Lu Li didn't realize it all at once, but after thinking about it, Huangdi explained that although the King in Yellow Clothes was weird, it didn't seem to be a big problem. He said the name lightly, and felt a faint sense of horror. It appeared in Lu Li's mind, so faint that Lu Li's sensitive controlling power didn't notice it.

"It's time, you have to go back, take care of the master!" A smile appeared on the puppet's wooden face, she let go of her long-term worries, as if she had let go of everything, her breath became calm, and even seemed lifeless: "I'm really sorry, I lied to you and used despicable means, I don't care what you think of me, but please take good care of the master."

The whole world began to become dreamy, distorted, and even fragmented. When Lu Li woke up again, he had returned to the ruined temple. There was a feeling of pulling on his nose. Subconsciously, he wiped it, only to find that it was some dry Blood scab, and then suddenly realized that his hands can be used.

The old man on the opposite side woke up in a daze. Lu Li moved his body and felt it carefully. Only then did he realize that he was injured in the false dream before, and after returning here, he fully recovered. The only injury that can be called When I entered before, my brain was liberated, which caused a nosebleed. I touched my pocket and found that all three rule modules were there, and the other pocket was lying with the cinnabar talisman.

"It's just..." Lu Li moved his left hand, and found that compared to his right hand, the dexterity had dropped a lot. Lu Li sensed it carefully and found that there were no problems with the blood vessels, muscles, and nerves in his left hand, but the dexterity had dropped by half out of thin air. .

"Is there a reason on the mysterious side?" Lu Li couldn't do anything about it, and then he continued to silently perceive his state, and found that all the places he was injured before now felt a little uncomfortable, and there was an inexplicable pain, which was just a strange feeling. His perception told Lu Li that as long as a period of time passed, these discomforts would disappear, unlike the permanent loss of flexibility in his left hand.

"Look at the sky, it will be dawn in less than an hour." The old man went to the gate of the temple to have a look, and when he came back he sighed and said, "It's all my fault that I'm lazy. Now the firewood is not enough to last until dawn, and this night I will go to the temple again." It's not safe, this... hey!"

"You don't need to blame yourself too much, old man. No one knows what will happen until the last moment. There is no way out." Lu Li said comfortingly, but there was a smile in his eyes, he already understood what the puppet was going to do Yes, he remembered what the puppet said at that time: monsters are the best fuel.

The teardrops in the corners of the puppet’s eyes emit strange fluctuations, lurking in the unknown, slowly arousing people’s emotions, a little bit of guilt will turn into strong shame, a little bit of self-blame will turn into surging remorse, a little bit of resentment, becomes absolute hatred.

"I'm a piece of trash! I've lived for decades without accomplishing anything, and when I'm old, I'm hurting others." The old man couldn't help recalling his past, running around all his life, getting nothing, and being alone. I can't prepare winter clothes, and I don't even have a home, so I can only live in a ruined temple, waiting to die in the cold night.

"Why do I live like this? Isn't it all because of you!" The old man watched the fire slowly shrinking, and there was no more firewood to add, and his emotions were tumbling. Thinking of his life, an impulse surged. Looking at the puppet in his arms, the anger hit his heart and blocked his rationality: "I have been delaying on you for a lifetime, and nothing has been left until now. This winter and this night, seeing You can’t make it through, what do you need to do? It’s better to burn it——you can still warm your body!!”

As soon as the voice fell, the old man gave it away and threw the puppet into the fire. The flame rolled over the puppet, sparking a burst of sparks, as if the temperature had risen a bit. Lu Li watched silently from the side, although he I can't sense the means used by the puppet, but through the information given in the previous prompt box, I can roughly understand what happened. It is nothing more than the puppet using hypnosis to sacrifice itself to illuminate others.

As the puppet entered the fire, the flames began to grow bigger, and the old man's eyes were red. He sat beside the fire angrily, with his hands drawn back, wanting to hug something, but suddenly he was taken aback. What else could he hug? Hadn't his most precious thing been thrown into the fire just now?

Seeing the rising fire, the old man was stunned: "What the hell did I do?"

The mood fell, and the lost reason also returned. The old man stared blankly at the fire, his body became unstable, and he fell to the ground, but he didn't respond at all. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have done the most stupid thing in his life. thing.

Just when the old man was about to rush into the fire and wanted to rescue him, the puppet in the fire rattled and turned over, sparks flew, and the air burned by the flames was a little distorted, making the puppet in the fire look like Very far away.

The costume on the puppet caught fire and wrapped around her body, making her even more gorgeous. She smiled and bowed leisurely to the old man, and bowed to the old man calmly and charmingly. It was not covered by the flames, but became extraordinarily dazzling against the backdrop of the flames.

Her face was full of smiles, probably the happiest moment in this life, because they finally got rid of the fate of Bianhua, maybe the flowers and leaves will meet one day, even if the price is death, even if it is reduced to ashes, But so what?

I have performed thousands of songs and dances under your hands, but this time, I want to show you in person, if I can save you, I can actually meet you and present a song and dance to you. What a beautiful thing, it is worth burning yourself and turning into ashes for this!

There are no words to describe the beauty of the puppet dancing in the fire. With tears in his eyes and his mouth slightly open, the old man stared blankly at the person in the flames, uttering the libretto out of habit, matching the puppet's dance.

At the end of the song, the joints of the puppet burned down and collapsed into the charcoal fire with a click. The child who stopped him from going to see the puppet show, he understood that what he threw into the fire was not just a puppet, but also his lifelong persistence and love. For him, a puppet was no longer a thing. Dead things, but his own family, his children and relatives.

Because of the puppets, the fire was rising, and the fire was extraordinarily warm, not only warming the body, but also the soul.

After a long time, the old man sighed, "It's warm and lonely!"

I want to write a lot, but I suddenly feel that silence is better than sound at this time...