58 Between Life and Death
◎She thought Wen Tingluan was responsible.◎
Tian Nongxi shrank back, and the hemp rope around his neck became tighter and tighter as he moved.
She had no choice but to stop, not daring to move, and gasping uncontrollably.
Blade patted her cheek and gently lifted the cover under her eyes.
His vision blurred for a moment, and Tian Nongxi raised his heavy head.
Look at the man who is half leaning and half sitting on the haystack in the middle.
He was dressed in a black suit, wrapped up tightly from head to toe. Even his face was completely covered by a long black cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
He was constantly throwing and catching the knife with one hand, looking at her intently, unable to hide his evil expression.
"You woke up so quickly. Today I'm on my way to the underworld for the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion." He spoke lightly, but every word was as cold as ice, making Tian Nongxi feel cold.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted a deserted temple overgrown with weeds. She forced herself to remain calm and whispered, "What do you want? Money? Or a shop? I'll give you everything and let me go."
The man sneered, his voice chilling: "Of course I want your life."
Cold sweat soaked his chest as Tian Nongxi stared at him intently, "My life is worthless."
"It's worth a fortune." The man leaned on the haystack for support and slowly walked over to Tian Nongxi. "I've followed you for so long, this opportunity is rare."
Tian Nongxi swallowed and asked, "Follow me? Have you been following me?"
The man stared at her with a forced smile, saying nothing.
The two looked at each other in silence.
After a while, Tian Nongxi suddenly said, "Who do you want to take revenge on?" The merchants who were jealous of her prosperous business could not have been able to discover the secret guards around her.
But how could she have any enemies?
After thinking about it, I realized that I was the only one being blamed for the anger.
The only person who could make her angry was Wen Tingluan who had not shown up today.
He came and went without a trace, which made him suffer.
Tian Nongxi closed his eyes, feeling helpless and overwhelmed.
"If I die, you won't be able to live." She was not joking. If she died, the world would be gone.
The man seemed to have heard a huge joke and was laughing so hard that he fell forward and backward.
"Who are you? What do you want to do? What good will it do you if I die? Do you have the guts to kill whoever you should kill?" Tian Nongxi was tied up very tightly. The smell of blood immediately filled his nose as soon as he moved slightly.
The man took a step forward and stepped on the hemp rope.
The hemp rope connecting Tian Nongxi's hands and neck.
"It's a waste of effort," he commented.
"Then kill me now!" Tian Nongxi raised his head, revealing his long neck, with anger flashing in his eyes.
"What's the hurry?" The man sneered, "I'll send you on the road together, and be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks." He shook his head and sighed, then stepped on Tian Nongxi's calf.
He endured the relentless and meticulous torture for half an incense stick of time, and smiled as he looked at Tian Nongxi who was gritting his teeth.
She said nothing and let the blood and flesh become a mess.
"Boring." The man said these two words and leaned back on the haystack.
The bet was right.
Tian Nongxi's whole body suddenly went limp, and his hands and feet felt a burning pain as if a poisonous snake had crawled into his blood vessels.
My mouth was filled with the taste of blood and I couldn't swallow it.
But she still breathed a sigh of relief.
If this person really wanted to kill her, there was no need to wait for her to wake up.
He simply wanted to use her to threaten Wen Tingluan, to take his life or something else.
She thought Wen Tingluan was responsible.
If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been kidnapped.
After clearing the blood from his throat, Tian Nongxi tilted his head and glanced at the kind-looking Bodhisattva sitting on the lotus seat.
An abandoned window hung high up on the side, and moonlight poured down, twisting spider webs and covering the Buddha statue with the shriveled remains of mosquitoes in a gray manner.
She closed her eyes and thought to herself: If I can get out alive today, I will definitely repair this temple and offer incense.
"I'm hungry." Tian Nongxi ran into the half-smiled gaze, "Prince Wen."
The incessant chirping of insects further accentuated the gloomy silence within the temple.
Tian Nongxi's heart seemed to stop beating, and she just stared stubbornly at the man who was getting closer and closer.
He slowly squatted down and looked at her at eye level, a smile floating in his slender eyes.
Wen Lang raised his hand and tore off his disguise, his tone not showing any embarrassment of being exposed, "Miss Tian is really smart." After being recognized, he stopped pretending and spoke in a clear and bright voice.
If it weren't for the blood stains on the soles of his feet, he would have looked like a happy young man riding a horse and leaning against a sloping bridge.
Tian Nongxi saw the face that was three times more impressive than Wen Tingluan's, and fear and anger mixed together as he said, "I'm hungry."
"How did you recognize me..." Wen Lang looked at his face reflected in the blade, puzzled.
"I'm hungry." Tian Nongxi said half-deadly.
She was already filled with fear and trembling, and could only feel the piercing pain.
"Hungry?" Wen Lang finally looked at her and kicked her to the ground. He looked at the person coughing up blood and laughed crazily. "If you're hungry, wait for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to condescend to this place. I'll cut off his flesh and give it to you."
"Cough - cough cough -" Tian Nongxi got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Don't you want to know how I recognized you? Give me something to eat and I'll tell you." Before he could finish his words, his left shoulder was stabbed by a knife.
Blood gushed out, and she instinctively wanted to reach out and hold it down, but it only brought her deeper pain.
A pierced left shoulder, tightly bound hands, and a calf that seemed to be weighed down by a heavy object.
His facial features almost twisted together in an instant, as if he was sucked into a vortex.
Wen Lang had admired her enough and half squatted down to press the wound on her shoulder.
"If you want to say it, I'll give you the chance." The charming face approached, the expression innocent yet cruel and terrifying.
"A knife." Tian Nongxi said with difficulty while taking a breath, "It's a knife."
"Oh?" Wen Lang raised his eyebrows and looked at the bloody blade in his hand, turning it over left and right with interest.
In an instant,
Tian Nongxi rushed forward with all his might.
Just as the blade was about to slice across his neck, Wen Lang frowned and held it away.
Before he could react, Tian Nongxi still rushed forward.
"Bang—"
The knife was knocked away, and Tian Nongxi actually hit his head with his head!
The movement was too big, and blood immediately flowed into Wen Lang's eyes and nose.
He subconsciously reached out to stop the person but missed.
Tian Nongxi had already taken advantage of the situation to sit on his waist, and pressed down hard on the man's vitals with his knees!
Wen Lang screamed in pain, and his wails instantly filled the empty temple.
He lost his mind and grabbed the person's hair and cursed.
The relaxed look from not long ago is gone.
Tian Nongxi cursed softly.
The wounds on her body tore apart, bursting out with unbearable pain.
Unfortunately, his hands and feet were trapped, so he could only butt people with his head.
knife.
Where is the knife?
Tian Nongxi bumped into people and swept the field randomly.
Beads of sweat dripped down from the tip of his nose, washing away a piece of the blade that shone on the Maitreya Buddha's sword, the cold light was eye-catching.
Breathlessly, she pushed it in with her toes, her fingers struggling to pull it back.
Finally, I got it.
Wen Lang under him was still struggling desperately and was about to wipe his eyes.
Tian Nongxi cut the hemp rope that had already been soaked with blood.
"How can I recognize you? You're a monkey in human form, a clown."
She saw Wen Lang's pupils suddenly shrink after he regained his sight, and he was terrified.
Tian Nongxi raised the knife with both hands and stabbed him hard in the heart.
"I'd rather send you to see the King of Hell during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
With a wave of his hand and a drop of the knife, the struggling person flapped his wings twice like a dead fish and fell silent.
Tian Nongxi lost his strength and the knife fell to Wen Lang's waist with a "click".
She crawled over to check his breath, a pool of stagnant water.
Still worried, he gritted his teeth and stabbed it again.
Seeing that Wen Lang didn't move, he propped himself up.
The adrenaline wore off, and the moment I stood up straight, my vision went dark and my ears tinnitus started.
Tian Nongxi almost fell to his knees.
She held the bleeding wound on her left shoulder for a while, thinking that if the bleeding continued, she would die from excessive blood loss.
His eyes fell on Wen Lang, who was staring blankly.
Reaching out to close his eyes, Tian Nongxi wiped the knife and cut half of his sleeve to bandage the wound.
His hands and feet were so painful from being rubbed that he could even see the white bones under the skin on his right hand.
The taste of rust in my mouth was unbearable, and my whole body felt like it was falling apart.
She knew she should rest here for a while, but she didn't dare.
There was a recently dead person next to her, whom she had killed.
She didn't know how long it would take before someone would come after her and kill her.
Tian Nongxi didn't dare to bet whether it was Wen Tingluan who broke into the house or the kidnapped Wen Tingluan.
She slapped her forehead and thought in annoyance: I should have spared Wen Lang's life so that I could threaten him.
Then he thought, he was alone here and looked lonely.
Tian Nongxi dragged his weak body towards the door, leaving a trail of blood where he passed.
He gritted his teeth and opened the door.
A cool, thin damp air rushed in, dispersing the smell of blood.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky, round like a jade plate.
With the help of the light, she could see the surroundings clearly.
It turned out that this was an abandoned temple halfway up the mountain, and there was a cliff a few meters ahead.
Looking back at Wen Lang, Tian Nongxi limped forward to explore the way.
At the edge of the cliff, she heard the sound of waves hitting the rocks.
Looking down, at the height of five or six stories, the turbulent river is rushing eastward.
Tian Nongxi walked back and dragged Wen Lang to the edge of the cliff.
She murmured softly, then pushed the man off the cliff with all her strength.
With a "splash", the river selflessly accepts the gifts from the world.
Tian Nongxi didn't look down.
Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
After returning to the temple, Tian Nongxi quickly covered the bloodstains with sand and haystacks.
Dragging her body that had lost too much blood, she found a hiding place and hid.
At hand, there was a knife tightly clenched.
I don't know how long it took, until she almost closed her eyes completely.
The door of the temple was kicked open by gravity, and the rustling noise disturbed the midnight peace.
Tian Nongxi hid the knife behind his back and tried to open half of his eye.
She heard a deep and familiar voice: "Search."
So he stretched out his hand and called softly: "Wen..."
I wanted to shout but couldn't open my mouth, and even my cough was silent.
A tear fell from Tian Nongxi's eyes, and he left a last message in his heart in grief.
The system still ignores it.
Her eyelids were heavy and difficult to open, but she saw a blurry figure.
Black and White Impermanence? Tian Nongxi wondered, shouldn't there be two people?
She was about to fall asleep.
In the dim light, a figure pounced on me.
“Someone come!!”
Wen Tingluan picked the man up and rushed out of the temple.
Without asking anyone else, he carried Tian Nongxi onto the horse and rushed out quickly before he was even seated firmly.
"Hold on, Xixi, Xiaoxi, Tiannongxi!" Wen Tingluan roared almost crazily, "Hold on!"
Tian Nongxi was woken up and his eyelids moved slightly.
Her lips moved, and she seemed to say something, which then dissipated in the wind.
Wen Tingluan bent down and called her.
All I could hear was Tian Nongxi mumbling, "Repair... the temple..."
【Author’s words】
Throwing the body off a cliff is a bit like The Count of Monte Cristo, but (and) the stream isn't tied to rocks [shut up]
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