"Students" Conspiracy

"You are nothing more than that little shit, who doesn't know?" Jing Che sneered, his voice twisted into a ball of soft satin, with needles hidden in the satin, vicious sarcasm piercing people's hearts.

But the strength in his hands was still just right, and he leaned over his face and carefully twisted out a piece of copper slag from the flesh and blood.

A calm rhetorical question blocked his doubts, and Baili Fengjian smiled at the empty darkness in front of him.Whenever he felt that there was something wrong with the red dress, her reaction was flawless.

The shadow covered his entire handsome face, his expression was usually calm and unhurried, with a bit of vicissitudes washed away: "Yeah, it's nothing more than that shit."

The nostalgia in his tone was not concealed, but Jing Che just calmly wiped the blood on his back, knuckles trembling slightly.

She knew that at this moment they were sharing the same memories, remembering the same kind of shit -- tattered like washed silk, bulging vulnerable to the wind.

What surprised Jing Che was that she had always thought that Baili Fengjian's hundred-year lifespan was like an unfettered lifespan, where only he and Yuxi were around, and most of the rest of the trivial memories could not be kept in the middle. Stay, the wind will leak out.

But apparently, he remembered more than she had imagined.

She laughed at herself and thought, maybe Ah Che was still there back then, just hanging on the edge, half-dead. When he recalled her, he would carry a sad prefix--the villain who killed his new wife. The indelible hatred will be remembered after a long time.

"Red clothes." His voice was reflected from the stone wall, two short words in a lazy tone.

"Uh?"

"Look at the ground."

The movement of the hands stopped, and the eyes cast over his shoulders to the ground in front of him.I saw muddy footprints floating on the blue stone bricks, half, one, two... winding forward in sequence.

With a sound of "boo", the sleeves flew up immediately, and a piece of blood-stained copper slag between the onion's long fingertips pierced the air sharply and chased after them. They crossed the footprints but went all the way unimpeded, drawing a complete and sharp arc, hitting crisply. Stopped at the wall.

No one was walking, but the footprints on the ground still emerged one by one at the original speed, as if there were invisible and seductive guidance.When the footprints reached the stone wall, there was no way, but they turned a corner and climbed up the wall against the law.

"Is there a way behind this wall..." Baili Fengjian put back his robe and stood up, thinking of going to find out.

"Wait!" Jing Che looked around, and suddenly stopped him very seriously.

Baili Fengjian thought she had made some important discovery, so he turned his head and stared at her.

"Wen Wan is gone?"

After only uttering a few words, Jing Che was already out of breath, and even swallowed the ending sound.When she opened her mouth, it suddenly occurred to her that it seemed that she had never seen Wen Wan again after she got up, and Baili Fengjian seemed to have said this fact... It's just that she was too focused on fighting wits and courage with him just now, and was too busy remembering her The insignificant past, even carelessly ignored the changes around.

Hearing this, Baili Fengjian was slightly stunned, and laughed dumbly—this woman who was always fierce, was a little bit cute when she was confused.

The corner of his mouth was twitching, but Jing Che shot him a look in front of him in annoyance, "Shut up."

Baili Feng smiled teasingly and narrowed his eyes, but there was a moment of absence in his eyes.He leaned closer, stretched his hands across the face, and looked down at this unchanging mask condescendingly, with his finger stuck on her chin, he hesitated a little, then pushed her lips together forcefully, forced muster.

It's kind of funny.

His hands were so strong that Jing Che was so dazed that he forgot to struggle.

He looked at it for a long while, and there was an inexplicable coldness in his eyes, then he let go of his hand abruptly, and said, "Oh, if it looks a little bit more like it, I'm afraid it will be the same."

Jing Che staggered back a step, and vigorously raised his hand to wipe his chin, as if something dirty was on it.She stood still, with a frivolous smile on the corner of her mouth: "In my opinion——"

"Fortunately, it's still a little bit worse."

The words were a little ambiguous and provocative, but they stopped abruptly without further words.

Baili Fengjian naturally knew what she meant.Indeed, as she said, if it wasn't a little bit worse, how could he and Hong Yi fall into an inexplicable ambiguity.

Except for Ah Che, every other woman in the world is the same.But Baili Fengjian never delved into why he would play with this woman who looked so much like Ah Che.

The wind blows in from the inside of the deep tunnel, haunting the corners of people's clothes lingeringly, rising and falling without giving up.

"Pa-ta--" "Pa-ta--" In the silence, some liquid seeped from the rock wall above his head and smashed among a pile of broken copper mirror remains.

Both of them raised their heads and saw that the footprints had climbed to the top of their heads and began to deform. Half of them fell down, and half of them branched in two ways around the edge where the bronze mirror was originally, and then converged into a circle.

It was like drawing a spell, and when the circle was closed, the ancient spell was activated, and the sand and stones around it began to fall down, indicating that something was about to happen.

It's just that this time there was no landslide and ground crack as expected, the commotion was short and intense, and only a cloud of sand and dust was thrown up.After calming down, Baili Fengjian and Jing Che poked their heads to look, and saw a dark pit on the ground, which swallowed up the wreckage of the original bronze mirror and the sloped sand from the top rock.

"Go down and have a look." Baili Fengjian said firmly.

"You don't have spiritual power, and you want to join in the fun?" Jing Che raised his eyes and asked provocatively.

In fact, she didn't want to go down to find out what happened, she would rather go back the same way, find a live sea worm, and then go back to the ghost village.

"Hongyi, don't let go of any possible exits." The tone was unhurried, making it irrefutable without saying too much.

"You still don't give up," Jing Che sneered, "you want to go out, and you want to get along with the ghost village people in a long line."

Baili Fengjian tilted his head to see that she was silent, with an elegant smile on his lips, and asked calmly, "Are you really not going down?"

It's all about ridicule. After all, the temptation of a way out is in front of you. Jing Che can't give up: "I'll go down first, and if there's nothing wrong with it, I'll come back and take you down."

As soon as the voice fell, the person jumped down.

Baili Fengjian shook his head helplessly, this kind of life of being an oil bottle and having to listen to other people's orders is really aggrieved.

It has been a long time since the slight and agile landing sound, but there is no movement at all underneath.

Baili Fengjian became suspicious and bent down to look down.The pit was pitch-black, with sporadic fragments of light coming up faintly, which were also fragments of the bronze mirror.

"Red clothes?"

His deep voice was passed down, and several layers of echoes were echoed out.