Chapter 254 Sphenoid Bone Wind Chime
The wind rolled and the clouds surged, and the robes fluttered.
In an instant, countless black birds transformed.
The wings faded away like falling petals, and were swept away by the wind.
Thousands of black-winged butterflies were born, entangled with the wind, and flew against the wind. The two whirlwinds competed with each other, forming a black wind vortex.
Black wind forms a formation, and butterflies gather together.
A formation in the shape of a giant butterfly wing took shape.
This formation totem is exactly the same as the mark on Ye Xingzhou's neck.
Meng Zhi's pupils shrank.
"You're dead, hahahaha! Meng Zhi, you're dead!"
Meng Qianhan's wanton shouting was piercing.
Meng Zhi ignored him and rushed out.
"The Meng family is dead! The Meng family..."
Meng Qianhan was waiting for his soul to take over another body, but unexpectedly, as soon as he shouted this sentence, countless black threads spread out from his dantian and wrapped him up.
Meng Qianhan's eyes gradually became filled with fear.
"Life-destroying silk! How could it be... Ugh!"
Before he could finish his words, the black silk completely swallowed him up and devoured him completely.
Meng Zhi's spiritual power circulated rapidly and he rushed out of the forest.
If the way forward is blocked by a tornado, then fight your way out.
There is a silk thread under every butterfly.
Countless man-eating threads intertwined to block the road.
Wherever the sword passes, it leaves a blade shadow and cuts all the threads.
Hurry up, faster!
Surrounded by extreme anxiety, Meng Zhi became blood-thirsty.
The wind was so strong that people couldn't stand steadily.
The square scarf tied around Ye Xingzhou's neck fell off at some point.
The incomplete wing mark at Tiantuxue spread across the skin bit by bit like a formation.
As the spiritual power in the body was rapidly drained, the mark grew into the shape of a complete wing.
My throat felt like it was being strangled and breathing became a luxury.
Ye Xingzhou covered his neck and gasped for air.
His face flushed and his veins bulged.
He couldn't breathe at all.
Ye Xingzhou gathered his strength at his fingertips and crushed the jade beads given by Shui Yujun.
The man in black robe stood aside, watching the scene quietly.
Seeing Ye Xingzhou pinching the jade beads, he just chuckled.
"I'm afraid your reinforcements may not be able to save themselves."
The moment before suffocation.
The man in black robe took action. He dragged Ye Xingzhou's feet and stepped into the crack step by step.
At this time, a man holding a sword, with flying black hair and blood-stained robes, broke out of the siege.
"Ye Xingzhou!"
Meng Zhi's last call was like thunder in the ears, piercing through the thousands of layers of wind.
Ye Xingzhou's pupils were dilated and he was unable to close his eyes.
*
The light is very bright.
But I can't feel the warmth of the sun.
The feeling of suffocation disappears.
My heart is still beating.
Ye Xingzhou wanted to move, but he couldn't even open his eyes despite using all his strength.
Thinking is even more of a luxury.
He let the cold fingers slide across his face inch by inch.
Finally it settled on the tip of the nose.
"Here, there's a bone that looks like a butterfly."
The black-robed man's voice was beside my ear, dark and wet.
He made a hushed gesture, "Did you hear that?"
There was a clear sound of something crashing.
The black-robed man said softly, "I will dig it out and make it into a wind chime."
Not as clear as a wind chime, but a wind chime nonetheless.
"When the wind blows, it makes a sound."
"Shh, listen."
The wind passed through the gaps in the sphenoid bone, making a miserable hissing sound.
It was hard to tell whether it was the sound of the wind or the wailing of the butterfly bone wind chimes.
Ye Xingzhou closed his eyes, and frames of images flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
A child went into the vegetable garden to pick vegetables.
Amidst the bright white and emerald green, a caterpillar was chewing on a leaf.
It is green all over, with a big head and long body, forked eyes, and can spit out red tongue like a snake.
The child asked the old man, "What kind of insect is that?"
The old man said, "Pig worm."
The child asked the old man again, "Will it sting?"
The old man said, "No, it will turn into a butterfly."
The child was delighted: "The butterfly is beautiful, I want to raise it."
The child picked up the bug and ran home excitedly, his flip-flops making a clattering sound.
Green smoke rises from the wood stove and disappears into the woods as the sun sets.
In the room full of graffiti, the child lay on the mat, looking at the plastic box with his clear eyes, curious and inquisitive.
Pigworms eat vegetable leaves like pigs.
The child tore the leaves into small pieces and fed them to the baby little by little.
He was so focused that he didn't even hear the old man calling him to eat.
The child finished his meal in a hurry until his stomach growled with hunger, and then ran back to look at the pig worms.
Pigworms are as edible as pigs.
The child held up his face and his feet were swaying.
Night falls outside the window and warm light comes on in the house.
The old man urged the child to go to bed, and the child reluctantly put the plastic box on the windowsill.
Caterpillars sleep with moonlight, and children sleep with stars.
Sweat wets the mat, and the wind from the window dissipates the heat.
Mosquitoes play their music on summer nights, disturbing dreams; burning mugwort drives away the invaders.
The sunlight comes in through the window.
A pupa is formed.
The child asked the old woman, "Grandma, where did the pig worm go?"
The old man said, "It's spinning a cocoon and will become a butterfly."
The child waited and waited, scribbling on the wall what the butterfly looked like.
Day and night alternated, and on a cloudy and thundery day, there were finally signs of breaking out of the cocoon.
The child watched without blinking, his heart surging like a thunderstorm.
Cracks appeared in the cocoon, and the thing inside was struggling to shed its shell.
From antennae to wings.
At first, the wings were soft and drooping, dark black with wrinkled white spots.
Stretch out little by little.
A pair of extremely perfect wings are presented.
The child wants to find the elderly to share his joy.
The butterfly flapped its wings a few times and flew into the rainy night.
In the plastic box, there was only a wrinkled thin cocoon and some scattered vegetable leaves.
The child asked the old man, "Where did the butterfly go?"
The old man said, "Fly freely."
The child pointed at the cocoon and asked, "Where are the pig worms?"
The old man didn't answer.
Later, when the child went to school, he learned a word.
Complete metamorphosis.
The larvae accumulate energy by eating. When the energy is full, a cocoon is formed, the larvae dissolve and reorganize, and grow into a butterfly.
During the metamorphosis, except for the core, other parts will dissolve and reshape.
When the larvae become pupae, they become food for the butterfly.
Larvae are larvae and butterflies are butterflies.
The cocoon is a cage for larvae and a house for rebirth for butterflies.
The moment the soul-stealing formation appears in the form of butterfly wings, it implies plunder.
Those cold fingertips were still moving.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt at all."
The black-robed man's voice was extremely gentle, like coaxing a baby, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely cruel.
"I will give you the highest etiquette as a thief."
This scene is quite similar to the crazy feeling of the first death flashback.
At that time, Ye Xingzhou was also unable to move at all.
The man in black robe woke him up, smiled and chopped off his head with a sword.
Now the way of dying has been upgraded.
It became digging the sphenoid bone.
"This body should be returned."
The black-robed man said this and laughed softly.
Something blocked the sunlight, and a shadow fell overhead.
The Yuanyuan Pill was still pushing Ye Xingzhou's three souls and seven spirits out of his body.
The man in black robe watched quietly.
A trace of true energy slid down along the fingertips and flowed into the body on the ground bit by bit.
A white flower fell from the sky.
Ye Xingzhou smelled the fragrance of tassel flowers.
The land beneath him took root and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Another one who wants to die."
Demonic energy emanated from the black-robed man's fingertips, and the newly sprouted roots were instantly corroded.
White flowers fell in large numbers, more and more.
Wrapped in the fresh scent of tassel flowers.
The man in black robe tapped the ground with his toes, and a powerful black gas rose rapidly and swallowed everything.
Ye Xingzhou heard a soothing voice.
"Don't be afraid, I will take you out."
1234556
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
