With his hair neatly trimmed and a light blue robe with a delicate floral scent, the prison slave smiles happily and peacefully at himself in the wall mirror.
She grabbed her two strands of hair with her slender hands and pouted her mouth. Two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, like a childish little girl. Put the sword on the table in the bedroom and then go out.
Just as she closed the door, she saw the Bishop of God standing outside, looking at her.
"Your Excellency Bishop? May I ask what you want to see me for?" "Asked the prisoner. But in his heart he thought, don't do anything, I still have my own things to do!
"None..." The bishop seemed to have something to say, but hesitated.
"None? That's fine. I'm leaving, Your Excellency." The prisoner, having said this, trotted out, fearing that if he ran too slow, the bishop would change his mind. As she was about to run into the corridor connecting the Church of Redemption and the Hall of Divine Righteousness, she heard the bishop shout from behind: "Prison slave --"
Who cares? Just pretend not to hear. The prisoner ran out in one breath.
South Street, there were far fewer pedestrians than usual. Or rather, apart from a few people hurrying past from time to time, there was hardly anyone else.
The prisoner's mind was filled with the bright red phoenix fruit and Gu You, who had a tough and handsome face. He didn't think much at all. So much so that when he saw the sign of the Tidal Inn from afar, he trotted again.
Bouncing into the door, a disgusting smell of blood hit me in the face. The prisoner was so familiar with the smell that his smile vanished instantly. She stood inside the shop door like a piece of wood, not moving for several seconds.
At that moment, it seemed as if time had stood still.
Slowly she regained some consciousness, but there was still a buzzing sound in her head. She didn't dare to lower her head, but she couldn't help lowering it. At her feet was the body of a dead warrior, lying face up, with a piece of his helmet sunken into his face and his face covered in blood.
Looking further in, a head lay on one side, far separated from the body beneath it, with blood spilled all over the ground. There was also a dead warrior whose leg was broken, lying on the ground groaning softly.
She went over and asked the warrior, "What happened?" Tell me, what happened?"
The Undead warrior did not reply.
The prison slave grabbed a cross slash like a madman, raised it up, and said! Or I'll cut off your other leg!"
"No... No, I say." The soldier compromised. He knew the prison slave and also knew that the prison slave would not threaten him fruitlessly, saying that he would surely do it if he were to cut off his leg. "We have been ordered to hunt down the man who has black lettering stones on him."
"How are they? How are they?" The prisoner's tears were about to fall out of his eyes.
"They... They... One person died... The other... Also seriously wounded..."
"Who died? Make it clear exactly who died? White or black?"
"White..."
Time gets stuck again.
It feels like my head has been emptied out, and in my consciousness, nothing exists.
She saw a pool of blood filled with bright little fruits, stained with blood, red to purple. Slowly crouching down beside the cruelly beautiful phoenix fruit, tears trickled down. Fall into the congealing blood and be swallowed by it. It landed on the favorite phoenix fruit, but there was no hair to wash away the blood from the fruit.
The fair fingertips fell into the pool of blood, picking up one phoenix fruit after another, wiping away the blood, and putting them in their own pockets. The fingers were stained red, the clothes were stained red, and the faint floral scent was drowned out in the thick fishy smell.
One, one.
The fruit of longing is put away by the one who yearns, and the tears of longing flood the mind, drowning all thoughts.
"He bought my favorite phoenix fruit, the freshest, the reddest phoenix fruit..." Murmuring in a low voice as he tidies up the lingering yearning.
"But why is that? Why is that? Where is he?"
"Wasn't it agreed to wait for me? Gu You, where did you go? Where are you?"
"Do you know? I arrived at the place we agreed on, but why did you leave before I could wait for me?" "
"Gu You, can you sense it? Can you feel me waiting for you?"
Every love fruit is a word that pierces the heart. Every fruit of longing is a tear of sorrow.
"Gu You, where are you?"
"Will you come back? If you say yes, then I will wait for you."
"You said you don't want me to leave. But why did you leave me? Why?"
All the fruits of love were taken into his bosom, and at last, the prison slave's grief broke through the defense of his heart, and he sat down on the ground, like a child who had lost his favorite doll, crying his heart out.
Dead... The Undead warrior says Gu You is dead, dead...
Why? Why did he die?
"Dead... Dead... Even if I die, I'll see him again..." The prisoner stood up, tears streaming down his face and sliding down his blood-stained long dress.
Following the dried blood on the ground, she walked in a daze, her steps unsteady. With each step in the direction of the bloodstain, her heart sank one level down. Keep falling, keep falling. Fall into eternal darkness, tightly entwined by marshy darkness...
Struggling in the darkness, yet always sinking. There is not a glimmer of light, but his figure can be seen. He was so close to him that his breath was cold, without the slightest warmth. She tried to grasp his hand, but her hand slipped through his body.
He... No body...
She asked, "Gu You, why? Why can't I hold your hand?"
Gu You smiled faintly, having never seen him smile so cleanly. He put his hands on her shoulders, but she didn't feel them. He kept smiling and staring into her eyes. Just as when they first met, he gazed into her heart.
After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice pleasant, without any impurities. He said, "A prison slave must live well without me."
Then, the dream ended. I woke up when I shouldn't.
Before me was the ceiling of my own room, and I didn't look at you. Lying on the familiar bed, the prisoner's tears slid down again.
"Without me, the prison slave must live well."
I will live well without you. But how am I supposed to live? With sadness? With despair? With a pocket full of lovesickness?
How I wish I could live in your dreams. Because in dreams you would smile at me, speak to me gently, want to hold my hand and say to me, "I don't want you to leave."
But you're gone, you're gone to another world.
Will you still dream of me there? Can I still live in your dream? Perhaps you will answer, yes, totally yes. But I can't feel it, I can't feel your dream.
Clear tears slid down from the temples, wetting the long hair and the pillow. It also moistened the heart full of scars.
"You're awake." The bishop of God had been sitting beside him, but the prisoners did not see him.
The prisoner stared at the ceiling, his eyes fixed on the same spot, without answering.
"Prison slave... You fainted in the street and were brought back by the believers..." "The bishop said.
The prisoner remained silent, his blood-stained hand gently stuffed into his bulging pocket, taking out a phoenix fruit and putting it to his mouth.
The bishop said, "Prison slave, I'll wash you before you eat. A lot of phoenix fruits fell on the road, but I have sent people to find them all."
The prisoner put his favorite phoenix fruit in his mouth and took a small bite. Why is the phoenix fruit, which should be sweet, so bitter? She took another small bite, bite again, bite again. The bitter taste swirled through her taste buds and then spread freely throughout her body.
Struggling to swallow, tears welled up again.
Phoenix fruit, her favorite phoenix fruit. Love fruit, the love fruit that Gu You bought, her favorite.
"Prison slave, don't do this." "Said the bishop.
Tears fell, but the prisoner laughed again, "Your Excellency the Bishop, did you send the Soul warrior?"
"What?"
"I say, Honorable Bishop of God, the Undead Warrior was sent by you to the Tidal Inn, wasn't it? No wonder you seemed to have something to say when I went out. It turns out you were going to tell me about the battle situation so that I wouldn't have made a wasted trip. Thank you so much." "Said the prisoner.
"No... It's not me...
"Not you? Really not you? When I asked us to wait for me at the Tidal Inn, was there anyone else around besides you? Ha ha, I'm so stupid. I've guarded against a lot of people but not you. I'm so stupid."
"Prison slave..." The bishop bit his lip, "because I saw that the white-haired man had a black lettering stone in his hand. Though you blocked him, I still saw it."
The prison slave swallowed another phoenix fruit and sat up from the bed. She looked at the Bishop of God, then got out of bed and went to the table.
The bishop went behind the prisoner and was about to say something when a sharp sword with a curved blade leapt from the table and landed on the bishop's neck. "Your Excellency the Bishop, I tell you, the stone in his hand is not his own. Not his!" The prison slave shouted hysterically.
"I don't know."
I don't know. The reason is so simple. It's just that I don't know. But his ignorance instantly plunged the prisoner into the abyss of darkness.
"My Lord Bishop, I intended to kill you. Though I know I don't have enough power to kill you, I will still fight to the death."
"You kill, I won't fight back." The bishop closed his eyes and said calmly.
But the prison slave's sword was slowly lowered. "Your Excellency the Bishop, you once saved me, I will never forget. From now on, neither of us owes the other, neither owes the other..."
"Prison slave... "Sorry..."
"Sorry? Have you wronged anyone? You have been faithful to your mission, you have done a good job, and you have not wronged anyone. God will bless you, God will protect you. Don't say sorry." The prisoner's face was as pale as paper.
"Prison slave, could you please not speak like this?" The Bishop of God seized the little hand of the prisoner, "If you hate me, you are angry, you can scold me, hit me, or stab me with your sword. But why do you speak like this? You know, I feel bad too!"
The prison slave broke free from the bishop's hand and said, "I don't hate you and I'm not sad. I said, neither of us owes the other. Get out of the way. I want to go out for a walk alone. Get out of the way, Bishop, will you?"
The bishop stood, looking into the eyes of the prisoners, without moving.
"Pop --" After the crisp sound, a pale red palm print appeared on the side of the bishop of God's face, small but hard in outline.
"Get out! I told you not to stand in my way! Get out! Roll!" The prison slave grabbed the sword and its scabbard, broke through the bishop of God, and the petite figure vanished into the blinding light outside the door.
The bishop returned to his bedroom, where a warrior of the dead was already waiting.
"Your Excellency the Bishop, thank you very much for your information. We have worked very well together. Although three undead warriors have been lost, the man with the black word stone should be dead, too."
It was only then that I realized the hidden word stone in Gu You's hand was not his own. What the prison slave said, the bishop believed without a doubt. But the man without the black lettering stone held a lower position in the bishop's eyes than the damned man.
The bishop was in such a bad mood that he couldn't help Shouting, "Should he be dead? Did you see the body? You can't say he's dead without seeing the body! You can't stop until you see his body with your own eyes."
The Necromancer said disdainfully, "Luo Ge, you have no right to speak to me like this. But I tell you, we haven't got his black Word stone yet, so we'll go on. As for you, I hope you can continue to cooperate with us to find more monks and kill them!"
The bishop did not speak.
The Undead warrior walked out and said, "Poor, if I remember correctly, this man is the first monk you offered us. Your Excellency the Bishop, it seems your efforts are not enough."