MTL - My Five Elements Lack You-Chapter 103 Sacrifice

The rotating staircase is long, as if there is no end.

Zhou Jiayu is very cold and very tired. When he thinks he can immediately save Lin from the high platform, the pace will become lighter.

"When I go up, I can save the gentleman." Zhou Jiayu and Sacrifice Eight said, "We will be able to go back later..."

Sacrifice eight but did not speak, quietly watching Zhou Jiayu, the mood in the eyes is complex and some can not see clearly.

Zhou Jiayu didn't know how long he had climbed. In short, when he felt that his feet were already stiff, he finally saw the light shining again.

The light is not bright, but it is enough for Zhou Jiayu to see the scenery in front of him. He seems to have reached a top-level platform. The platform is not too big, only four or five people stand, and the edges are fenced with wood, so that you don't have to be afraid to fall off the edge.

In the center of the platform, there is a raised disc. After Zhou Jiayu walked in, he found the pattern of Qinglian inscribed on the disc. This pattern Zhou Jiayu is very familiar, and it seems that the tattoo is the same kind as the tattoo on his waist. Zhou Jiayu remembers that Lin Zhushui said that in Buddhism, lotus has the meaning of reincarnation, which means the transition between life and death.

In the center of the disc, there is a fist-sized depression. Zhou Jiayu studied for a while, only to determine that the depression should be the place where Meng Yangtian said that it was placed in the extreme yin.

Sacrifice eight: "Zhou Jiayu, what is the extreme thing around you?"

Zhou Jiayu laughed and pointed his finger at himself: "What else is there more serious than my yin?"

At the festival, I randomly thought about what Zhou Jiayu wants to do. It said: "But..."

"Nothing," Zhou Jiayu said. "If I really want to die, I would rather choose this method of death."

Lin’s vision of his future is terrible. Zhou Jiayu can’t imagine what kind of pain would kill his love for Lin and water, and even say such hurtful words.

"Okay." Sacrifice eight is no longer persuaded.

Already ready, Zhou Jiayu took out the ** he was preparing to use as a weapon, and he did not hesitate to put a knife on his arm. The hand fell, the blood spewed out, and the pattern along the disc flowed into the center circle. As the blood flows, the dark lines on the disc are gradually revealed. It is a cluster of flames that surround the lotus. These lotus flowers are more vivid in the background of the blood, like the flowers blooming in the fire, glamorous and swaying with a fresh atmosphere.

"Booming--" The loud noise of the stone movement came from under the table. Zhou Jiayu spent the head on the high platform and saw that the lotus platform lying on the water was slowly rising. Obviously his actions began. The role.

"Sure enough." Zhou Jiayu said with pleasure, "Mr. will be able to leave there soon..."

Sacrifice eight: "But the lotus platform is so far from the nearest platform. How much do you put it in?"

Zhou Jiayu can only say: "How much is put."

Sacrifice eight slowly fell on the turtle shell under his body, his expression showed a little melancholy, how long Zhou Jiayu was born again, it followed the Zhou Jiayu how long, at this time saw the vitality of Zhou Jiayu gradually lost, In the end, it is a little unbearable.

"So the sacrifice eight, why are you going to resurrect me?" If Zhou Jiayu can’t see the problem of the sacrifice eight now, it’s really stupid, and the notebook that can see the future is printed and sacrificed. The same three-legged Jinwu, plus Zhou Jiayu is also raised by the sacrifice of eight, how to think that the bird in his mind can not be an ordinary mascot.

"Because Lin has to be alive, he must live." Sacrifice said, "I need his strength."

Zhou Jiayu said: "What is the relationship between you and the notebook?"

The sacrifice was silenced for a while, but the answer was given to Zhou Jiayu, but the answer was somewhat ambiguous: "This is the game between me and Heaven."

Zhou Jiayu also wants to ask again, but he does not want to say anything.

The blood continued to flow from the body of Zhou Jiayu. The wound on the arm gradually solidified. Zhou Jiayu bit his teeth and squatted down and stroked his wrist directly. The extreme stroke of this knife directly exposed the bones, and Zhou Jiayu’s mouth made a snoring sound, and the brows followed.

The huge stone platform continued to rise, but the speed was a bit slow. Zhou Jiayu felt pain and blood loss. His body began to become weak, and even some could not stand. He could only lie on the ground and put his body on the lotus stone. The plate, the handle is placed in the center of the stone plate, allowing the blood to continue down the stone plate.

"It's so cold." Zhou Jiayu's lips were white and he couldn't help but mutter. "It's so cold."

Some of the sacrifices were not tolerated, and it said lowly: "Zhou Jiayu, I am sorry."

"I am sorry," Zhou Jiayu said. "I was a dead man... You can raise me up. I am already taking advantage of it. Now I can save my husband with my life. It is also a return. Debt..." His gaze passed through the wooden fence and looked at the forest in the lava. "I am just not willing, I am not willing to be with my husband again..."

Sacrifice eight suddenly began to sob, tears fell down its eyes, and squatted on the turtle shell underneath it: "I don't want this, Zhou Jiayu, I don't want this."

Zhou Jiayu did not have the strength to appease the sacrifice. He even felt that this simple movement of breathing became difficult. Shitai is still rising, but there is still some distance from the scope of Meng Yangtian’s remarks.

"No, I don't have that much blood." Zhou Jiayu said hard, "What should I do..."

Sacrifice eight can't speak, tears soaked its feathers, making it look extraordinarily embarrassing.

Zhou Jiayu looked at his arm and suddenly thought of something: "Besides blood... can anything else be?" He cut a little of his hair with a knife and threw it into the lotus disk, but the stone below. There was no change in Taiwan, and it did not move.

"Isn't hair?" Zhou Jiayu said, "So... meat?"

The sacrifice slammed his eyes wide and his eyes watched as Zhou Jiayu bit his teeth and cut off a piece of meat from his arm. His movements were so decisive, as if he could not feel the pain of the sharp blade across his body.

"Zhou Jiayu -" Sacrifice eight is screaming.

Zhou Jiayu smiled: "Move it."

It was indeed moving. The lotus platform, which had been rising very slowly, suddenly speeded up. Zhou Jiayu was sighing in his heart, but he saw that the magma under the body of Lin Bian was soaring and had a surge. trend. The temperature in this narrow space suddenly became very high, and Zhou Jiayu immediately reacted. Meng Yangtian’s time limit seems to be coming soon.

When Zhou Jiayu saw this scene, he bit his teeth in the next moment and swept the heavy ones toward his arm again.

Another piece of flesh and blood fell, Zhou Jiayu's arm had already seen the bones, his painful trembling, cold sweat, holding the hand of the ** but there was no trace of trembling.

"Fuck, really **** hurts." Zhou Jiayu screamed weakly. "Before coming up, I really should cut Meng Yangtian." Lin Zhushui will definitely not lie on it for no reason. Gaotai, there are ten □ □ is Meng Yangtian this bastard.

The sacrifice eight trembled in the mind of Zhou Jiayu. The tears in the small black eyes did not stop. I don’t know how a bird would have such a developed lacrimal gland.

The table has risen by two-thirds, and the distance from the platform is getting closer and closer. Zhou Jiayu’s pain is really powerful, and he bites his lower lip. Unconsciously, he has already bitten his lower lip. The flesh and blood are blurred.

In order to distract her attention, Zhou Jiayu can only talk to the festival eight days, but the content of the chat makes the tears of the sacrifice eight more fierce. Zhou Jiayu said: "I am afraid that I am going to die here today. Do you want to leave something for Mr. before you go?"

Although his tone of voice is like a joke, both Sacrifice and Zhou Jiayu know that this may not be a joke.

The eight heads were buried in the feathers, shaking the little body and continuing to cry, unable to answer the words of Zhou Jiayu.

Zhou Jiayu thought for a moment, suddenly with a finger on his right hand dipped a little blood, carefully painted a heart on the ground, then painted a stick figure fish on the left side of the heart, wrote on the right side Water word. In fact, he also wants to write the word love seriously, but it is a pity that the strokes of this word are really complicated. Zhou Jiayu’s hand has been shaking, and he can’t write clearly in a short time.

The word love is inherently complicated. Zhou Jiayu feels that he may only write once in his life.

However, although it is a simple painting and text, presumably his mood can be conveyed to Lin Zhushui. Thinking about it, Zhou Jiayu felt satisfied.

Shitai is still rising, Zhou Jiayu's consciousness is getting more and more blurred. His whole person is lying on the stone platform. The body is like a machine with rust. It is more and more difficult to move.

When consciousness began to blur, Zhou Jiayu knew that his time was running out.

They all said that when people die, there will be a marquee in their minds. When Zhou Jiayu did not see anything, he was too tired. In order to get the platform up soon, he had already cut his arm into a white bone.

However, in order to confirm the safety of the forest, Zhou Jiayu did not sleep. He held his eyes hard and watched Lin get closer to himself, getting closer and closer...

At this time they were far apart, Zhou Jiayu could not even see the face of Lin Zhushui, which was the only regret when Zhou Jiayu left.

However, when Zhou Jiayu's consciousness was about to dissipate, his body felt a burning temperature that he had never felt before, and the temperature slowly rose from the bottom. At the beginning, Zhou Jiayu thought it was the temperature of the magma, but after looking at it, he found that the temperature was actually uploaded from the body of Lin.

Lin was ignited by water. The flame on his body, at this time, became a flowing thing, flowing from his body, and then flowing down the platform.

Zhou Jiayu was greatly swayed by this scene. He squatted and climbed a distance to the outside of the platform. He used his last strength to look at Lin Bianshui: "Mr.-" Although he used all his strength, he could However, it is still impossible to wake up the forest by the sound of mosquitoes.

"Mr...." Through the air that was distorted by the flames, Zhou Jiayu gently stroked the outline of Lin Biao's water with his fingers. His eyes were filled with reluctance and attachment, and there was pain in the depths that was forced to suppress.

When life and death are not coming, Zhou Jiayu finds that he is not as free and easy as he imagined.

He was reluctant to leave the forest and was reluctant to leave everyone.

Lin is so picky about water, if he is gone, will he not like anything as he used to. The small paper has not yet grown up, and if it is gone, it will not cry. He has not seen Lin Biao and Xiao Jin together, did not see Shen Yi poorly falling in love, did not see too much future scenery.

Zhou Jiayu’s head slowly hangs down, and the two gentlemen exhausted his last strength.

Meng Yangtian’s sharp laughter rang. He didn’t know when he woke up from a coma, and he saw the sight in front of him.

He laughed wildly, but there was tears in his eyes, and his ecstatic expression was so incomparable that he couldn't tell what emotion he was.

Meng Yangtian rushed to the side of Lin Zhushui, and put the notebook in his hand on the body of Lin Zhushui.

The flame that the notebook touched Lin Bing's body was gradually ignited. Although it burned very slowly, it was indeed burning. From the pages inside the book cover, a little bit, it showed signs of burnt black.

"Hahahaha burned up and burned up--" Meng Yangtian laughed wildly and slammed the ground with his hands. Because the strength was too large, the skin was quickly blurred by his flesh and blood, but he still couldn't feel it. "Goodbye, goodbye..." He looked back and looked at the corpse standing behind him.

I saw the coke corpses that had been twisting the body. The movement began to slow down. The body was actually a sand sculpture eroded by the wind. A cluster of black ashes fell from their bodies and smudged black marks on the ground.

"Dust is dust, earth is returning to earth..." Meng Yangtian's voice was low. He sat on the ground and looked at the charred bodies behind him and turned them into ashes - everything was finally over.

Meng's nightmare comes from the note behind him. At this time, the note was burned to ashes by the fire of the sun in the body of Lin Bian, and the horrible reincarnation finally reached the end.

When the Meng family flourished, there were people who did not know where to find this note that could understand the future and saw the future of the Meng family.

The people who recorded the Meng family were dying of fire, and this future filled the people with anxiety.

Fortunately, the notebook also records something else - the way to resurrect people.

Meng Yangtian lay on the ground and emptied his own eyes. His father, who was removed from the name by Meng, was the last survivor and gave birth to him.

At that time, Meng Fu had already known the existence of the notebook, so after the disaster subsided, he quickly rushed to the Meng family and found the note.

The notebook was found, but the father of the man was gone. The last thing he did was to send the notebook to Meng Yangtian, asking Meng Yangtian to resurrect the people according to the above-mentioned law.

Meng Yangtian thought of this and covered his face with his hand. He is also a genius, so after a few years of research, he successfully launched the formation.

After paying a painful price, he did indeed resurrect the Meng clan - in another distorted state.

They can indeed walk and move like a living person, but they maintain the form of a corpse, and will never die again.

Meng Yangtian even tried to cut them into pieces, but as soon as they arrived the next day, they would return to their original appearance. This is not the most terrible. The most terrible thing is that these people have some vague consciousness. Meng Yangtian dare not imagine, if someone resurrects him, and he finds himself in this way after the resurrection, and can’t Death again, how desperate you will be.

Meng Yangtian, who understood this fact, finally realized that this method may not be used for resurrection, but for cursing.

Turning the deceased into this appearance, it seems that only the enemy can do it.

So Meng Yangtian began to try to remedy, want to destroy the notebook directly, and ruin the notebook, but had to use Lin Zhushui and Zhou Jiayu... Both are indispensable.

"Ha ha ha, haha." Meng Yangtian cried, "Thank you, thank you..." He did not know who to thank.

Zhou Jiayu also vaguely heard the voice of Meng Yangtian, but he could not think about it.

He was kneeling on the edge of the fence, and the gazeless eyes were still on the body of the forest. In fact, his eyes had no way to focus, only to see the blurred scenery. The melt is slowly rising and the air is getting hotter.

At the time of his death, Zhou Jiayu heard a clear sound of birds. This sound is long and lingering, Zhou Jiayu has never heard of it before.

About the return of light, Zhou Jiayu's spirit suddenly improved, he clearly felt that something had been pulled out of his body.

Another screaming bird song - Zhou Jiayu looked up and saw a big red bird, appearing in front of himself.

Although the bird was wearing a black feather, the body burned with a dazzling flame, and the fire illumined the narrow cave. It is arrogant, and the expression in the black shackles is mortal.

This big bird, and the appearance of the sacrifice in Zhou Jia’s mind, is completely different. When Zhou Jiayu still recognizes it at a glance, because he saw the bird’s three yellow paws, claws, Grabbing a small tortoise shell.

"Zhou Jiayu." There is a voice that sounds different from the tone of the sacrifice. This voice is full of majesty, "Thank you."

Zhou Jiayu couldn't move, and he couldn't speak. He lost too much blood and his lips showed a bleak white. The whole person was like a fire, but it seemed to disappear.

Zhou Jiayu heard another kind of cracking sound. This sound is very crisp, with a very subtle melody, so that Zhou Jiayu inexplicably thought of a word... fate.

The notebook placed in front of Lin Biao's body is almost burning, and it is the source of the sound. In the originally closed cave, there was a sudden strong wind, and the wind blew, as if it were an angry sign.

"Let's go!" Sacrifice eight anger.

The wind stopped instantly.

Sacrifice eight: "Go, I have already taken back my strength, do you dare to do it to him?"

The air was in a strange silence. Zhou Jiayu saw that the sacrifice was stopped in front of him. He licked his lips and said a whisper to almost inaudible words.

Sacrifice eight staring at his nephew and whispered: "Sorry, I can't save you."

The only remaining light in Zhou Jiayu’s scorpion dimmed. He had no strength anymore. The sacrifice eight seemed to say something to him, but Zhou Jiayu could not hear clearly.

He closed his eyes and fell into a long sleep.

After the bird stared at Zhou Jiayu for a while, he slowly waved his wings, and his body gradually faded and disappeared from here.

Meng Yangtian’s expression was sitting in the same place, like a puppet who lost all power.

The forest above the lotus platform was slightly moved by the water, and then he slowly opened his eyes. At this point, there is no red color in the pair of dice, only the remaining darkness like the night.

Lin stood up in the water, what he felt vaguely, looked up and looked up - the vision that could not be used on weekdays played a vital role at this time. Lin saw the water on his head and turned his head. People hanging out of the platform.

It was his familiar face, although he had not seen it a few times, but it was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Zhou Jiayu..." Lin felt through the water, he opened his mouth, and the voice was actually a panic, "Zhou Jiayu -"

Then there was a rush to run, and Lin stepped on the spiraling step, like climbing a tower.

Above the tower, his treasure is hidden.

"Zhou Jiayu--" Lin’s call for water is getting more and more urgent. He finally reached his destination and saw everything in front of him.

There was blood everywhere on the platform. Zhou Jiayu squatted on the ground and took the head out. It seemed to work hard to see the following. There was a huge lotus platform on his side, and a thick layer of plasma was attached to the lotus table. - Lin Zhushui just glanced at it and instantly realized what happened here.

He took a few steps under his feet, but he felt that his footsteps were so heavy that he could not move one step further.

"Zhou Jiayu." Lin was hoarse with water and was helpless. He didn't understand why he woke up and things have changed to this point.

He missed the most important story and missed the most important occasion.

Lin Zhushui eventually came to Zhou Jiayu's side. He slowly squatted on the ground and turned Zhou Jiayu's body over and saw his left hand that had become a white bone.

Lin stunned in front of the water, until before death, Zhou Jiayu's right hand was pinched with **, ** stained with flesh and blood.

“Zhou Jiayu...” Lin’s hand touched the pulse on Zhou Jiayu’s neck, and there was no fluctuation there.

Lin slowly bent down the water and put his head on the body of Zhou Jiayu. Then, he saw the font written on the side of Zhou Jiayu's blood. There was a heart, a fish, and a water word.

However, the fish has been painted with blood for more than half, and it is almost impossible to see what it has just been painted.

Lin picked up Zhou Jiayu from the water, and gave birth to an impulse to hold him directly from here.

But he finally resisted, because he knew that his life was exchanged for the life of Zhou Jiayu.

"Oh, it's okay." Lin drove slowly to dry the blood stains on Zhou Jiayu's face, and printed a gentle kiss on his lips that had no blood. "It's okay, let's go home, we Come back home."

He spoke and hugged Zhou Jiayu and walked down the ladder step by step.

Lin Zhushui did not make too many mistakes in his life, but he never dreamed that his first mistake was so deadly.

He lost his little fish and couldn't find it again. His fish is so stupid, no one is guarding, and he doesn't know if he can find his way home.

When he left here, Lin dripped his lips to Zhou Jiayu's ear and whispered: "It doesn't matter, you wait for me for a while, I will come soon."

At this time, Lin Zhushui has already thought about it - he is not worried about it, but unfortunately he has to bear the heart of Zhou Jiayu.