Tree 4
A trembling black shadow rose from the ground, leaped under the axe and took the blow. The heavy axe blade hit the tree trunk, but no scarlet liquid flowed out like the tree at the beginning.
It's the bush under the windowsill.
Yin Sui felt mixed emotions, thinking that the person who was the biggest threat had turned out to be a protective talisman. When he focused his attention back, he only had time to grab one of the branches under the second axe, and took it to a different area with the death of Wang Jingcheng.
"How are you?"
The shrub shook itself as it was turned over and over for inspection, its purple-red leaves fluttering up and down, and even after being put down, it continued to sway back and forth excitedly.
The place where the lumberjack had just chopped down seemed to be completely intact, while the first tree would obviously be bleeding and cut in half. It was strange that, like her, there was no difference in appearance, but the degree of alienation of each tree was actually not the same.
The loggers cut it down but did no harm because it could not be fully counted as a "tree".
But no matter what, I'm glad that everything is okay.
After confirming it, she finally had the energy to investigate the current situation.
The most unexpected thing was that everything I had done before did not help my feet free up. On the contrary, I sank deeper. The sticky black soil almost covered my knees. No matter how hard I tried, it was completely useless to struggle with my own strength without relying on external force or tools. Every slight struggle would make the soil wrap more tightly, like countless hands dragging me down.
In that case...
"Please give me the axe. It's the one on the ground. Do you see it? Yes, give it to me. Thank you."
The lumberjack is no longer alive, only his axe remains, and the meaning is clear. If others could just cut the wood to fit the shoes, chop it down, climb up and immediately restore it to its original state, but she can't do that, so she can only try to find another way to start from another place.
The lumberjack might be Wang Jingcheng or his neighbor. She initially guessed Wang Jingcheng, but changed her mind the moment she saw the axe: being the final killer made her identify with a lumberjack, and accordingly, the victim Wang Jingcheng should be the tree.
If this were the case, the neighbor would have become a lumberjack. If nothing unexpected happened, Wang Chengjing, in his suicidal act, would have caused a raging fire, implicated innocent people, and the neighbor who died in vain would have been wandering the forest cutting woods from then on.
Yinsui occasionally touched the leaves of the bush, coaxing it like a small animal. Taking advantage of the ease of coaxing, he was simultaneously thinking about other things. Suddenly, an idea struck him: "How did you, as a tree, get out and get away safely?"
Just lift up a piece of ground, it feels very powerful.
Because of the low visibility, he failed to notice that the roots of the shrubs that were pulled up were still connected to the soil. Yinsui pulled and found that he could not separate the roots from the soil, just like his legs.
That is, from a certain point on, the soil attached to the legs can be separated from the ground...
Found it!
There was an obvious boundary line beyond the palm length. The outside was dry and hard, while the inside was sticky and difficult to distinguish, but there was still something like a stitching preventing her from doing so.
It was not an illusion just now. There was really something grabbing her besides the soil. Without thinking, Yinsui immediately understood that they were the roots of other trees.
Beneath the lush earth, countless roots intertwine and connect in the darkness. It's fascinating to note that when the weather is calm, the trees compete for rain and sunlight, but when the wind howls and the rain pours, they become as close as brothers, with no reason to fight each other.
Now that life is declining, in this land that has lost its sunshine and rain and is gradually decaying, you and I are indistinguishable, neither of us can be without the other, and we are even parasitic on each other.
They need their own kind, and the earth needs sacrifices.
"So you can't leave, you have to stay with us."
…
I'm so sleepy.
"I don't want to go to school." The boy with white hair, white skin and white clothes sat cross-legged on the ground, swaying back and forth, like a recorded video that was played in a loop, always repeating the same action and the same sentence.
Next to him was a person who was equally colorless. On the left, a woman in a white formal dress had empty eyes but refused to close them: "Mom, I'm tired; Mom, I'm tired; Mom, I'm tired."
Yinsui was the only one who didn't sway among the people present, but she couldn't sit still either. Her fingers on her trouser legs tapped lightly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Once she stopped, she couldn't help closing her eyes and falling asleep.
Actually, falling asleep is not a big deal, but I just have to keep my eyelids open to prevent them from falling.
I'm so sleepy.
All the people in front of me were blurred into mosaics, with only white and whiter colors. Sometimes, when I was distracted, it seemed that I could not see their faces or hear their words. When I woke up, the wall and the people were separated.
Close your eyes, and a figure appears in the distance. Open your eyes, and it moves back and forth. Close your eyes, and it gets closer. Open your eyes...
At the nearest place, he raised his hand and slashed with the knife. His body, which had been moving non-stop, froze for a moment. His shoulder sank in like a piece of metal sheet that had been hit hard. Not long after, a long and narrow gap appeared on his neck. Two wounds appeared on the can, and the full liquid leaked out.
Of the two closest people, one made a shrill sound like a cat in heat, while the other continued to shake indifferently, even though the next knife was right in front of him.
A small number of people opened their mouths woodenly to shout or not, confused and without the motivation to get up and run away, while most of them indifferently repeated their previous stereotyped behavior.
The deafening noise made Yinsui watch the one-sided massacre with a rare clarity of mind, but he still sat there indifferently.
The frenzy of life, formed by the confluence of bright red juice, gradually swept across the entire empty white space.
Life pales in comparison, while death becomes dazzlingly bright.
Her calves resting on the ground were stained by the flowing blood, and they were wet and itchy. She feebly pulled up her pants, and she had lost all the strength to bend her knees to avoid it. The floor was wet and lost its dazzling reflection, and she saw something uneven underneath.
What?
She leaned to the side, her head resting in a pool of blood. Her ears, close to the ground, could just hear their whispers, but because the cries from the ground were so sharp, these tiny words seemed extremely soft.
"I'm tired of living a life of nothing..."
"Achieving success quickly and rapidly, but death is like the extinguishing of a light. What is the meaning of waiting for death?"
"Exams, exams, exams, endless exams."
“I don’t have a dream.”
"Let me rest for a while, I just want to rest for a while."
Yang Jie knew that he was having a nightmare again. He had been having this nightmare all night long since he was fired.
Sometimes living people were chopped in front of him by sharp blades, and sometimes he was trapped in darkness and couldn't escape. Last time, the two fears simply merged into one. In the dream, there was a dark and red strong man who was slashing like crazy, but almost no one reacted except him.
"Help, help!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his cries for help echoed among the crowd, but there was no response.
Everyone was frozen in place, occasionally trembling unnaturally. Perhaps they were planted in the ground like him, powerless.
Yang Jie thought to himself, "It's better to rely on yourself than on others. The most urgent thing is to escape from the pit first."
It was just a dream. He tried to dig it out by scratching it randomly, just like pulling out a carrot, but the mud was still stuck tightly to his feet. He could only jump and escape. During this time, he tried to wake others up, but to no avail.
Tonight's dream was similar to that one. He figured since he was already dreaming, he might as well just lie down and not bother trying to risk everything, lest he wake up the next day feeling like he'd been punched and sore all over. Yang Jie had been perfectly still, but he couldn't resist forgetting he was dreaming mid-dream.
Now that he finally remembered, he looked around in amazement.
What's the matter?
I don't usually watch many cult films, so how could I have a dream with blood, sound, and sparks flying everywhere? Why is the pressure so great?
...Huh? Why is the girl I saved earlier lying on the ground? She must have died. Oh, she's moving. She's still alive.
But he won't live long.
After chopping off the third-to-last person, the dark figure holding the axe slowly walked over there, while she curled up her body like a fetus about to be born, floating in the blood, waiting indifferently for the butcher's knife to fall.
Save the person to the end, send the Buddha to the west, Yang Jie slapped his thigh and said: "In my dream, I am the boss, I am afraid of nothing." After saying this, he rushed forward, but halfway through, he found that he still did not have the courage to fight.
As a second best option, he stopped halfway, his breath sinking as he shouted, "Madam! Madam! Run!"
The "lady" ignored it.
There was no movement for a long time until the black shadow stood in front of her.
After a while, after Yang Jie took a step forward, holding his breath, it suddenly spoke in the voice of a young girl: "Go home."
Yin Sui, who was lying on the ground, sat up in a trance, with the help of the ground. Water was flowing on the sides of her head and back. The vengeful spirit below stretched out its arms and continued to drag her, but she would not fall asleep again.
The axe was covered in mud and became dirtier the more it was wiped.
Yang Jie was astonished to see the girl he had rescued reaching out to wipe the axe with her sleeve. He was shocked that in this day and age, someone would take the initiative to polish the axe when the axe was about to be beheaded. He immediately lost the idea of being a hero.
They look harmonious when standing together.
"What's your name?"
Realizing belatedly that he was talking to himself, he stammered, "Ah? I, I, Yang Jie."
"ID number."
Even though he had just said that he was the boss, when asked about his identity, he couldn't help but worry about the leakage of his personal privacy. However, he still honestly served the food before the other party lost his patience.
Somehow, I feel like I should tell it.
He was immersed in the role again, and everything happening on the other side suddenly became extremely clear, just like in reality.
"Thanks."
Seeing that the girl on the ground couldn't wipe it clean no matter how hard she tried, the black shadow leaned over as if he could read her mind.
Finally, Yinsui raised his head and saw his own face in the gradually enlarging irises.
The tree roots that were trying to drag her into the water all broke, the colors in front of her eyes suddenly faded, and the light covered her head like a tide.
The room was still empty.
Where did Ji Xunjin go?
I walked out of the room thoughtfully. The lush trees outside the door were growing as usual. Compared with the first scene inside, the only thing missing was the eighth bush under the windowsill.
So it shouldn't be there.
Maybe it was just as she thought, the original body was still alive in the world.
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