He stared at Yu tightly, with a cold flame flashing in his eyes, and a faint blue ray of eyes was raised, like the lonely blue that appeared when the flames burned to the highest temperature, and said word by word: But, besides hating me, do you have nothing else to say to me?
His eyes were so scary that Yu Qing couldn't help but take a step back. He had to use all his strength to restrain his urge to turn around and escape.
He felt that he could no longer bear his intention to leave him, so he reached out and grabbed him. Yu exclaimed, and the patchwork masks burst out at this moment, and his feet slipped, causing the two to fall to the ground together.
So, Ninja once again pressed his whole body over him
The night is coming, maybe the night has never passed
The familiar fear suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head and he struggled without any image, making a series of screams and murmurs that no one could understand.
He quickly let go of Yu and tried to get up by himself, but his legs were too inflexible and he couldn't struggle for a long time. When the two of them were entangled, he saw something seemed to be in Yu's ears.
He felt a little nervous, and he looked carefully with all his eyes: That's right, it's ear plugs
Before he could react, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if a wind was passing by, so light, like a casual kiss from his lover
He subconsciously reached out and touched his hand, his hands were covered with sticky and thick blood like pigments, and then he felt the stinging pain in his neck, but his heart was still empty, his mind was still full of feathered ear plugs.
You are good at word games and are good at whitewashing yourself. No matter how vicious things you apply on layers of glaze, they can make a lot of sense, but so what? I can ignore it, and I don’t want it, then I can be unaffected.
That was what the young man said to him when he first came in, and the other party refused to enter at all.
All the sharpness that hits the nail on the head, all the soweringness that ulterior motives, all the cruelty that tests people's hearts... and even the contributing feeling that is difficult to control one's own morale in the end, it turns out that it is just a joke...
It was just his own stage. He tried his best to perform, regardless of it, and made his last mistake in his life, but found that the audience had long dispersed. The messy images in the audience were just his own shadow.
The maze of language The maze of mysterious life
Facing the former slave who was determined to get rid of the shadow, both of them wanted to knock down each other with cold words and calm attitude to show their integrity and strength. Their words floated in the air, slowly passing by, and finally came into different time and space.
From the struggle between enemies to the dependence between masters and slaves, they are actually just accidents, accidents, no matter how hard they try or how hard they hold on, he and he are always people from both worlds
Loneliness is eternal. The warmth of each other is destined to be just an illusion
The more persistent you are, the more ridiculous it looks
Thinking of how many conflicts and struggles he had decided to reveal his inner secret to the person who was obviously full of hatred for him. He felt it was ridiculous and wanted to laugh.
Then he really laughed, his laughter was hoarse and weak, causing a cough, echoing lowly on this wet and cold rainy day
********************
Yu had stopped shouting, but just held his strength and pushed him desperately. Perhaps because of his weak hand, he kicked him up and wanted to get up by himself, but now he changed his mind. He held Yu with his backhand and freed up his other hand to pull Yu's ear plug.
No matter what, he couldn't let this man know nothing and just slip away irresponsibly
The other party naturally fought back with a more violent attack, and a round of struggle, panting, but he finally held the man's wrist, the tentacles were so warm, the young body, flexible and fresh, that was life
He stroked the body almost greedily, almost forgot his original purpose, but in a moment, a sharp light flashed between the other person's fingers. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his wrist, his body was pushed away vigorously, his back against the cold tiled floor, and the chill penetrated his heart
The man lay beside him and gasped. He could not help but groping again when he heard the sound was only a short distance from him, but heard the other party laughing, as if he was extremely angry: Bastard, go to die!
The wind hit the body, and the sharp iron tool cuts the flesh and blood again, one after another, another
Or shoulders or chest?
He felt blood gushing out, but the pain didn't seem to be severe, but he was a little dizzy. The scene in front of him began to shake, losing his clear outline or just his vision decreased again?
He tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly, but there were only blurry whites, white ceilings, white walls, white tiled floors...
Cold, gloomy, bleak and dirty white, stretched out in front of him like a shroud, and his body seemed to float up forever, slowly melting into this white area, melting like salt into the water
He suddenly felt a huge fear, his throat sounded randomly, but he couldn't make a sound and grabbed his hands in the air, but he only grasped the void
Never been so panicked in his life, the god of death is approaching him, and what he wants to do has not been done yet
At this time, he saw Yu's face. The man had already stood up, gasped for a while, tidied up his clothes that had been torn by him, and bent down to observe his situation.
He stared at the face, his eyes were sore. After a long time, he remembered to use his fingers to scribble on the ground and asked the man to take off the earplug. However, he saw a cruel smile flashing on Yu Junxiu's face. He suddenly raised his hand, allowing him to see the small and delicate folding knife in his hand, and there was still blood on the blade.
That's his own blood, it turns out to be red.
The man stared at him, his eyes full of hatred, and said with teeth: Don’t think you can still manipulate me. People like you shouldn’t live in this world at all!
The sound sounded distant and unreal, and the folding knife that stabbed his neck seemed to be unreal. He felt that he was still not awake in his dream, and everything became unusually slow. The knife stabbed in and pulled out, and the blood gushed out from his neck, the sharp change of expression on the young man's face, the folding knife that fell to the ground by mistake...
He heard himself seemingly shouting loudly, but the shouting was silent
Someone came and left
And he can't stop anything, can't save it
The eyes were still empty and white, and then blood came over and drowned his world
********************
Blood
The whole space is filled with the salty and fishy blood, disgusting, but completely empty
Feeling the bloody smell penetrated into every pore of his body, eating his flesh and blood bit by bit, enjoying his own meal on the plate deliciously like a man-eating flower
He felt that he was falling apart, dissolution in this sea of blood, slowly being attracted into a huge pipe to the end of the pipe, a mysterious and unpredictable death
He's almost dead
Or, he is dead?
For a long time, he couldn't tell where he was. Is this hell? Absolute quiet, absolutely nothing, unable to touch anything, and unable to feel any connection between himself and everything outside of him.
He couldn't help but curse himself, that's no different from the world. People like him are the same lonely everywhere they go
But I was still a little angry and a little worried about why that person just refused to listen to him?
Why can't I see that he didn't mean to hurt him at that time? In that person's heart, is he so hateful?
In three years, even if you cover a stone, you can't leave a little attachment and concern in that person's heart?
He cherished it so much that he tried his best to get three years of reunion. Perhaps in that person's eyes, he was just filled with shame, humiliation, and even a memory that he could not even wish to erase was wiped away?
I don't know if I will forget him in a few years
When he thought of this, he hated him so much that his whole body was trembling
Unwilling to give up
Although I have tried my best to leave countless marks in that person's life, I always feel that it is not enough
People are always fickle and forgetful animals. At that time, he could use hypnosis to make that person forget his filial piety. Maybe the other party will do it thoroughly and completely erase the memories about him.
Even the collar on the neck was removed and the face was plastic surgery. It was completely considered that nothing happened.
Even if you are mentally prepared, you still have to hate it when things come to an end.
He was so angry that he couldn't help but choke and cough. The splash of blood made him realize in surprise: It turned out that he was still alive
Yes, alive
If he wasn't alive, he wouldn't feel the pain
The feeling of being poked seven or eight transparent holes on his body was so he could not bear it even if he could tolerate it.
He tried to move, and the feeling of his fingers slashing across his body was cold and muddy
Move little by little, and the slight movement will still hurt so much that you inhale, but it will be even more painful when you inhale, but you can't make any noise. Your throat must have been cut.
He endured the pain and slowly touched his neck, stroking his broken wound and the sticky liquid of flesh and blood as if he was playing. He began to flow out slowly, flowing down his fingers
The esophagus should be cut, and the slaves were inserted into the esophagus for many years to feed. He knew very well that the position of the esophagus was obvious. Although the man was trying to calm down, he still couldn't help but be in a hurry. If it were him, how could he make such a low-level mistake?
At the moment of dying, he felt a little bit of pride in his career vaguely.
He gasped, his mind was still drowsy, and the blood was almost flowing, and the surroundings were silent. It was always quiet. No one disturbed the man and said nothing wrong. Only that man was the only visitor, and now that man has left.
He's alone again
I don't know if he can survive today, I don't know if the man came to clean the endgame tomorrow and found that he was still alive, would he jump up in shock and fear
At that time, he must endure the pain and give people a big grimace and laugh at him carefully.
Of course the man may still wear earplugs
So...so it's not interesting in the end
He found that his thoughts were getting more and more messy, and he felt like he was dreamingly leaving the scene and the pain gradually became unreal. He stared at his broken body, the blood, the wounds, and felt like he was watching an impressionist painting, cold and indifferent inside.
He is dying
Yes, so what
No one loves him
It's better not to say nonsense
Even if he dies, no one misses him, even if the person he cares about, he just hates him and even tries to forget him.
How does that person who wasn't him feel? It has nothing to do with him
But in those three years, he had happiness. There was a man who leaned against him and had a young body that gave him warmth.
Even, that's just an illusion
A person will die in his lifetime
All things in the world will eventually become empty
He gradually calmed down and lived like this. Even if you complained about this and that, cursed fate and cursed God, but at all times, you still have to let go
From dust, back to dust
He watched his blood seep into the gaps of the tiled floor, and his heart was quiet, thoughtless, and thoughtless, just fascinated by how the blood gushed out of the wound, flowed out along his fingers, slowly flowing down his chest, arms, and spine. He focused on every stream, quietly watching how they left his body and formed a contract with the cold external world.
In the end, his body will also become cold, become a part of that world
He has been committed to rejection throughout his life, but after his death, he will eventually go back like a baby to return to his mother's uterus
No matter how far he has gone, no matter whether he is obedient or rebellious to the end, he will definitely embark on the final journey of return, just like everyone else, to the same place
No one can do anything about this
********************
I originally wanted to finish writing this section and update it, but today it's a bit late, cold
Yuzi and Sinuo drew two illustrations of hell, which are very beautiful and can be seen with a small picture:
Gift ring: Xiaoyu and Qingxiao
by Sinoclr God Ah, why are you not wearing clothes!
Q version Xiaoyu and Qingxiao
by Yuzu VV
His eyes were so scary that Yu Qing couldn't help but take a step back. He had to use all his strength to restrain his urge to turn around and escape.
He felt that he could no longer bear his intention to leave him, so he reached out and grabbed him. Yu exclaimed, and the patchwork masks burst out at this moment, and his feet slipped, causing the two to fall to the ground together.
So, Ninja once again pressed his whole body over him
The night is coming, maybe the night has never passed
The familiar fear suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head and he struggled without any image, making a series of screams and murmurs that no one could understand.
He quickly let go of Yu and tried to get up by himself, but his legs were too inflexible and he couldn't struggle for a long time. When the two of them were entangled, he saw something seemed to be in Yu's ears.
He felt a little nervous, and he looked carefully with all his eyes: That's right, it's ear plugs
Before he could react, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if a wind was passing by, so light, like a casual kiss from his lover
He subconsciously reached out and touched his hand, his hands were covered with sticky and thick blood like pigments, and then he felt the stinging pain in his neck, but his heart was still empty, his mind was still full of feathered ear plugs.
You are good at word games and are good at whitewashing yourself. No matter how vicious things you apply on layers of glaze, they can make a lot of sense, but so what? I can ignore it, and I don’t want it, then I can be unaffected.
That was what the young man said to him when he first came in, and the other party refused to enter at all.
All the sharpness that hits the nail on the head, all the soweringness that ulterior motives, all the cruelty that tests people's hearts... and even the contributing feeling that is difficult to control one's own morale in the end, it turns out that it is just a joke...
It was just his own stage. He tried his best to perform, regardless of it, and made his last mistake in his life, but found that the audience had long dispersed. The messy images in the audience were just his own shadow.
The maze of language The maze of mysterious life
Facing the former slave who was determined to get rid of the shadow, both of them wanted to knock down each other with cold words and calm attitude to show their integrity and strength. Their words floated in the air, slowly passing by, and finally came into different time and space.
From the struggle between enemies to the dependence between masters and slaves, they are actually just accidents, accidents, no matter how hard they try or how hard they hold on, he and he are always people from both worlds
Loneliness is eternal. The warmth of each other is destined to be just an illusion
The more persistent you are, the more ridiculous it looks
Thinking of how many conflicts and struggles he had decided to reveal his inner secret to the person who was obviously full of hatred for him. He felt it was ridiculous and wanted to laugh.
Then he really laughed, his laughter was hoarse and weak, causing a cough, echoing lowly on this wet and cold rainy day
********************
Yu had stopped shouting, but just held his strength and pushed him desperately. Perhaps because of his weak hand, he kicked him up and wanted to get up by himself, but now he changed his mind. He held Yu with his backhand and freed up his other hand to pull Yu's ear plug.
No matter what, he couldn't let this man know nothing and just slip away irresponsibly
The other party naturally fought back with a more violent attack, and a round of struggle, panting, but he finally held the man's wrist, the tentacles were so warm, the young body, flexible and fresh, that was life
He stroked the body almost greedily, almost forgot his original purpose, but in a moment, a sharp light flashed between the other person's fingers. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his wrist, his body was pushed away vigorously, his back against the cold tiled floor, and the chill penetrated his heart
The man lay beside him and gasped. He could not help but groping again when he heard the sound was only a short distance from him, but heard the other party laughing, as if he was extremely angry: Bastard, go to die!
The wind hit the body, and the sharp iron tool cuts the flesh and blood again, one after another, another
Or shoulders or chest?
He felt blood gushing out, but the pain didn't seem to be severe, but he was a little dizzy. The scene in front of him began to shake, losing his clear outline or just his vision decreased again?
He tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly, but there were only blurry whites, white ceilings, white walls, white tiled floors...
Cold, gloomy, bleak and dirty white, stretched out in front of him like a shroud, and his body seemed to float up forever, slowly melting into this white area, melting like salt into the water
He suddenly felt a huge fear, his throat sounded randomly, but he couldn't make a sound and grabbed his hands in the air, but he only grasped the void
Never been so panicked in his life, the god of death is approaching him, and what he wants to do has not been done yet
At this time, he saw Yu's face. The man had already stood up, gasped for a while, tidied up his clothes that had been torn by him, and bent down to observe his situation.
He stared at the face, his eyes were sore. After a long time, he remembered to use his fingers to scribble on the ground and asked the man to take off the earplug. However, he saw a cruel smile flashing on Yu Junxiu's face. He suddenly raised his hand, allowing him to see the small and delicate folding knife in his hand, and there was still blood on the blade.
That's his own blood, it turns out to be red.
The man stared at him, his eyes full of hatred, and said with teeth: Don’t think you can still manipulate me. People like you shouldn’t live in this world at all!
The sound sounded distant and unreal, and the folding knife that stabbed his neck seemed to be unreal. He felt that he was still not awake in his dream, and everything became unusually slow. The knife stabbed in and pulled out, and the blood gushed out from his neck, the sharp change of expression on the young man's face, the folding knife that fell to the ground by mistake...
He heard himself seemingly shouting loudly, but the shouting was silent
Someone came and left
And he can't stop anything, can't save it
The eyes were still empty and white, and then blood came over and drowned his world
********************
Blood
The whole space is filled with the salty and fishy blood, disgusting, but completely empty
Feeling the bloody smell penetrated into every pore of his body, eating his flesh and blood bit by bit, enjoying his own meal on the plate deliciously like a man-eating flower
He felt that he was falling apart, dissolution in this sea of blood, slowly being attracted into a huge pipe to the end of the pipe, a mysterious and unpredictable death
He's almost dead
Or, he is dead?
For a long time, he couldn't tell where he was. Is this hell? Absolute quiet, absolutely nothing, unable to touch anything, and unable to feel any connection between himself and everything outside of him.
He couldn't help but curse himself, that's no different from the world. People like him are the same lonely everywhere they go
But I was still a little angry and a little worried about why that person just refused to listen to him?
Why can't I see that he didn't mean to hurt him at that time? In that person's heart, is he so hateful?
In three years, even if you cover a stone, you can't leave a little attachment and concern in that person's heart?
He cherished it so much that he tried his best to get three years of reunion. Perhaps in that person's eyes, he was just filled with shame, humiliation, and even a memory that he could not even wish to erase was wiped away?
I don't know if I will forget him in a few years
When he thought of this, he hated him so much that his whole body was trembling
Unwilling to give up
Although I have tried my best to leave countless marks in that person's life, I always feel that it is not enough
People are always fickle and forgetful animals. At that time, he could use hypnosis to make that person forget his filial piety. Maybe the other party will do it thoroughly and completely erase the memories about him.
Even the collar on the neck was removed and the face was plastic surgery. It was completely considered that nothing happened.
Even if you are mentally prepared, you still have to hate it when things come to an end.
He was so angry that he couldn't help but choke and cough. The splash of blood made him realize in surprise: It turned out that he was still alive
Yes, alive
If he wasn't alive, he wouldn't feel the pain
The feeling of being poked seven or eight transparent holes on his body was so he could not bear it even if he could tolerate it.
He tried to move, and the feeling of his fingers slashing across his body was cold and muddy
Move little by little, and the slight movement will still hurt so much that you inhale, but it will be even more painful when you inhale, but you can't make any noise. Your throat must have been cut.
He endured the pain and slowly touched his neck, stroking his broken wound and the sticky liquid of flesh and blood as if he was playing. He began to flow out slowly, flowing down his fingers
The esophagus should be cut, and the slaves were inserted into the esophagus for many years to feed. He knew very well that the position of the esophagus was obvious. Although the man was trying to calm down, he still couldn't help but be in a hurry. If it were him, how could he make such a low-level mistake?
At the moment of dying, he felt a little bit of pride in his career vaguely.
He gasped, his mind was still drowsy, and the blood was almost flowing, and the surroundings were silent. It was always quiet. No one disturbed the man and said nothing wrong. Only that man was the only visitor, and now that man has left.
He's alone again
I don't know if he can survive today, I don't know if the man came to clean the endgame tomorrow and found that he was still alive, would he jump up in shock and fear
At that time, he must endure the pain and give people a big grimace and laugh at him carefully.
Of course the man may still wear earplugs
So...so it's not interesting in the end
He found that his thoughts were getting more and more messy, and he felt like he was dreamingly leaving the scene and the pain gradually became unreal. He stared at his broken body, the blood, the wounds, and felt like he was watching an impressionist painting, cold and indifferent inside.
He is dying
Yes, so what
No one loves him
It's better not to say nonsense
Even if he dies, no one misses him, even if the person he cares about, he just hates him and even tries to forget him.
How does that person who wasn't him feel? It has nothing to do with him
But in those three years, he had happiness. There was a man who leaned against him and had a young body that gave him warmth.
Even, that's just an illusion
A person will die in his lifetime
All things in the world will eventually become empty
He gradually calmed down and lived like this. Even if you complained about this and that, cursed fate and cursed God, but at all times, you still have to let go
From dust, back to dust
He watched his blood seep into the gaps of the tiled floor, and his heart was quiet, thoughtless, and thoughtless, just fascinated by how the blood gushed out of the wound, flowed out along his fingers, slowly flowing down his chest, arms, and spine. He focused on every stream, quietly watching how they left his body and formed a contract with the cold external world.
In the end, his body will also become cold, become a part of that world
He has been committed to rejection throughout his life, but after his death, he will eventually go back like a baby to return to his mother's uterus
No matter how far he has gone, no matter whether he is obedient or rebellious to the end, he will definitely embark on the final journey of return, just like everyone else, to the same place
No one can do anything about this
********************
I originally wanted to finish writing this section and update it, but today it's a bit late, cold
Yuzi and Sinuo drew two illustrations of hell, which are very beautiful and can be seen with a small picture:
Gift ring: Xiaoyu and Qingxiao
by Sinoclr God Ah, why are you not wearing clothes!
Q version Xiaoyu and Qingxiao
by Yuzu VV
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