Chapter 57: Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 27
"Just you?" The hoarse ending was still hanging in the air, and the figure opposite had already raised his hand to form a sword.
Juansuo's gold-rimmed glasses were shimmering with faint blue spell patterns, and the dark red talisman flowing through his fingertips was about to complete the final stroke.
This thousand-year-long plan is just missing this crucial step.
But just as his lips curled up in triumph, a ray of light as pale as the first light of the world suddenly bloomed from the depths of the void.
The light had no temperature and no sound, but it was like the scythe of the god of death, slashing at the silk rope accurately and ruthlessly.
"Empty form. "茈."
The moment the pale beam of light tore through the void, it was as if the world rolled back to the moment when chaos first began.
It wasn't destruction, but an erasure more thorough than destruction. Wherever the beam passed, even the wrinkles of light and shadow were ironed out.
Kinsuo's pupils suddenly shrank. The cursed power that he had been so proud of all his life was like a child's sand castle encountering a huge wave in the face of this pure "force".
Amid the crisp sound of his gold-rimmed glasses shattering, he saw that the thousand-year layout he had carefully constructed was collapsing into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This hollow form named "茈" was like the judgment of fate, devouring all his carefully woven conspiracies, conceited calculations, and the cursed body that he was so proud of.
The gold-rimmed glasses were twisted into pieces in the beam of light, and the dark red talisman turned into green smoke.
An expression of disbelief froze on his face, and the astonishment and unwillingness in his eyes had not yet completely faded away. Then, like sand blown away by the wind, he disappeared silently in the pale light.
As the silk rope dissipated, the area filled with Taizang collapsed in an instant like broken glass.
The space that was filled with evil aura just now was now filled with only dead silent void and charred earth, as if nothing had ever existed.
Only that heart-pounding paleness still tells of the thrilling confrontation just now.
On this dead silent battlefield, the ashes floating in the air are slowly settling, like a dirge for this brutal battle.
The wisps of green smoke seeping out from the cracks in the ground were like the last sigh of a dying soul.
Geto Suguru's tense back collapsed suddenly, and the curse that had been binding him for many days shattered like a spider web. His heart, which had been grasped by an invisible giant hand, was finally released after serving its sentence.
Dark red blood oozed from his empty left eye, like the last drop of water finally overflowing from a dry riverbed.
He staggered to one knee, the shock of his knee hitting the scorched earth more painful than a fierce battle with his old enemy.
What surged in his throat was not pain, but a more bone-chilling dull ache, like the long-festering truth finally revealed under the gauze of a torn wound.
Just as consciousness was slipping through my fingers like quicksand, a flash of white appeared in my blurry vision.
The figure pierced the void with a biting cold air, but the anxious expression could burn Geto Suguru's nerves more than any spell.
"Jay!"
The broken cry pierced into the chaos like a silver needle, and a self-deprecating arc appeared on Xia Yujie's lips.
It turned out that at the edge of the abyss, what really made him hold on to the last bit of clarity was not the pleasure of defeating his old enemy, but the concern that was always icy but extremely hot.
The scene in his eyes was like the receding tide, and his strength was slowly draining away from his limbs.
The remaining magical power on the fingertips gradually dimmed, and the words that had not yet been spoken turned into broken bubbles in the throat.
The outline of the person in my memory appeared in front of my eyes, but as my vitality faded, the picture began to distort and blur.
Each breath became more and more difficult, the chest felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible weight, and the mind became slow and chaotic.
Darkness was like a tide, silently but unstoppably overflowing the banks of his consciousness, dragging him into endless nothingness.
The smell of disinfectant was like countless tiny ice needles, piercing into Geto Suguru's nostrils.
He opened his eyelids with difficulty, feeling so heavy as if they were suppressed by a curse.
The pure white ceiling spun before my eyes, the IV stand reflected a cold light, and the needle in my left arm pricked my nerves again and again.
His eyes swept across the bed, and the familiar figure instantly tightened his heart.
Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, which creaked under the weight.
His eyes were covered by his signature eye mask, his arms were tightly folded across his chest, his jawline was straight, and an oppressive low pressure surrounded his body, like the dark clouds stagnating before a storm.
Geto Xia Yu opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Memories were like broken mirrors being pieced together again. The snow-white figure that had rushed towards him during the decisive battle was now so close, yet separated by an invisible chasm.
The silence that stretched between them was more suffocating than any spell.
The scabbed wound in his throat caused sharp pain when he swallowed. Xia Yujie looked at the figure shrouded in shadow beside the bed.
The smell of the disinfectant suddenly became sweet and fishy, like the smell of the earth in the back mountain of the technical college that was soaked by heavy rain.
His cracked lips moved three times before he managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice like sandpaper grinding against rusty iron: "Wu..."
Between Gojo Satoru's drooping white hair, his sky-blue eyes trembled violently.
Xia Youjie smiled, and the wound at the corner of his mouth oozed dark red blood: "I want to return to Panxing Sect."
The silence in the ward froze instantly. These words were like a poisoned knife, splitting the gap that had existed between the two of them for years.
The clouds outside the window had become lazy and disappeared without a trace.
A ray of light penetrated the glass, casting a sharp blade of light on Gojo Satoru's tense jaw, reflecting the turbulent waves surging in his eyes.
"Crack!" The crisp sound of twisting metal pierced the silence, and the armrest of the chair under Gojo Satoru's palm was bent into a twist like a dead tree.
He sat up like a lit powder keg, the cursed energy surging beneath his black eye mask like a volcano about to erupt.
He suddenly pulled off the black eye mask, and his sky-blue pupils suddenly shrank into dangerous cat eyes.
"Huh?!" When the monosyllabic roar exploded, the light tubes in the entire ward shook violently.
Gojo Satoru leaned forward, almost pressing against the railing of the bed, and his breath, stained with the smell of gunpowder, sprayed on Geto Suguru's pale face.
"You just fucking came back to life, and your brain has been eaten clean by a cursed spirit? Why are you going back to the Panxing Sect?!"
He suddenly pulled off his blindfold, and his six blue eyes burst into dazzling light, like a trapped beast that had been provoked.
"Are you going to divorce me again, you scumbag?"
The hoarse roar was wrapped in broken sobs, "You really are with me just because of the child, and now that the child is gone, you want to get rid of me!"
The ticking sound of the monitor seemed faint amid the roar. Gojo Satoru's trembling fingers almost touched Geto Suguru's collar, but at the last moment he clenched his fist and smashed it against the headboard.
The plaster wall cracked with a loud bang, and dust fell, but it couldn't cover up the sneer that escaped from his throat, almost like a sob: "Okay, Xia Yujie, if you have the guts, go ahead and come back."
Xia Yujie looked at the man who had almost lost control, his eyelashes trembling slightly. His dry lips opened and closed twice before he slowly uttered, "Satoru, don't be like this."
The air suddenly froze.
Gojo Satoru's fingers gripping the armrest were still twisting the metal, but they stopped moving the moment he finished speaking.
"Forget it, go if you want."
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