Chapter 108 This is a ghost (17) World War III is coming...
Is World War III coming? Liu Binghai thought.
Before she could digest this thought, suddenly a large piece of rubble came rushing over like distant artillery fire and shot towards Aza.
He ducked sideways into the house to avoid the sudden flying debris.
However, another sudden burst of debris rushed from the direction of his bedroom into the front hall.
It seemed to have broken in through the window of his bedroom.
This forced him to hide in the yard.
He squatted down subconsciously, and subconsciously felt that his vision had been blurred by the debris flying everywhere.
Even Zuihua was shocked by the scene, "Oh my god, this is real!"
Aza was pushed by a force and didn't know where to hide. The world around him suddenly became an unclear mass, and chaotic fragments flew towards him from all directions.
He dodged subconsciously, but was still hit by a ball of debris and flew directly into the yard.
The blow was so painful that he was unable to fight back.
He lay on the ground, his chest aching from the shock. Before he could react, he was surrounded by the big tree with its fangs and claws bared.
The branches of the great tree encircled and embraced him.
Everything went dark before his eyes, and the feeling of his chest being shattered took a long time to subside. He had no expression on his face, and was held tightly by the arms of the giant behind him, as if this was a war that had been planned long ago.
He was tied higher and higher by the big tree, and his whole body was lifted into the air.
The howling summer wind stirred up a chaotic sea all around, as if autumn had already arrived, and the leaves on the trees were scattered and falling.
"Who are you?" Aza struggled.
He could no longer hear his own heartbeat.
He felt as if his skin was being pulled up, but he still tried his best to control his emotions and keep his tone calm. Or rather, he no longer needed to control himself, but had developed an attitude of being ready to face any sudden strangeness with equanimity.
"Who are you?" he asked the big tree behind him.
The tree couldn't speak, only its arms clasped together magically and its branches still swaying wildly. From a distance, it looked like a person was hung on the tree, with countless wings or human arms flapping behind the tree.
The tree tied him tighter and tighter, not listening to him at all. It lifted him up, swung him hard, and threw him out of the yard.
Liu Binghai was shocked.
World War III is really coming.
She and Zuihua rushed out of the yard.
Aza was lying on the ground like a thrown ball, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He lay on the ground, his body felt as heavy as if being pressed down by a huge mountain. The surroundings were very cold, and there was a feeling of mountains and seas roaring a hundred times louder than in the courtyard. The heavy wind crisscrossed and hit him beside him. He raised his head slightly and opened his eyes.
I had already fallen into the alley outside the yard.
The trees on both sides of the alley were like soldiers collectively preparing for battle. Each one looked at him with burning eyes, and the branches clenched their strength, ready to unleash a bloody storm at any time.
The man's mind was a little fuzzy, yet exceptionally clear. He knew that this day would eventually come, but he was still waiting, his eyes constantly searching.
He felt very cold, with cold air all around him. Lying on the ground, he was like a frog, a frog at the bottom of a well waiting to see the outside world.
His vision was blurry and he couldn't make out the details, but he could feel a very sharp and intense gaze in his ears.
He didn't want to say anything, nor did he want to ask anything.
Just watch it all quietly.
What is meant to come will always come, and what is meant to appear will always appear.
What he should know and what you want him to know will be known by him even if he doesn't talk about it or ask about it.
He just accepted it all quietly.
Thinking of this, a sense of sadness arose in his heart, but also a sense of burning. The heat was like a boiling fire burning his silent heart which was almost numb.
The wind was still strong, and he lay on the ground for a moment to recover, a feeling of oppression sweeping through his body. He waited for a long time, but no one attacked.
"Who are you all?" After a long time, he lowered his voice and asked quietly.
No one answered him.
There are only rows of branches swaying in the wind.
They swayed in the wind, pushing forward gusts of overwhelming wind. The wind was pushed onto Aza's face, and he smelled a faint burnt smell.
The burnt smell entered his stomach from his nose and he felt nauseous.
"What should we do?" Zuihua said to Liu Binghai.
The man seemed surrounded.
Liu Binghai looked quietly at the far end of the alley. If nothing unexpected happened, there should be some movement coming from there.
Aza also turned around and looked towards the entrance of the alley. He also felt that something should appear there, but there was only nothing.
Before my eyes, there is the solemn scrutiny of the trees.
It seemed that if he moved, he would be swept up and thrown into the sky, and would never be able to come down.
He propped himself up with his arms and sat up slightly, his vision having mostly recovered.
He looked at the trees.
Then, from the entrance of the alley he had just been staring at, a stone almost identical to the previous one suddenly jumped out.
I don’t know if the stone escaped from home.
In short, the stone flew towards the man like a cannonball at an extremely fast speed.
It was about to hit his abdomen.
Liu Binghai blew a breath and helped to relieve half of his strength.
At least keep him alive.
But the stone was very strong, and it took her a lot of effort to remove half of it, and she felt tired.
But this did not stop anything. Aza was hit by the stone and knocked into the trees.
Just now he was far away from the trees, and as long as he didn't do anything rash, he would be safe. But now he has fallen in the middle of the alley, with the trees right beside him. When they looked down and saw Aza flying towards them, they looked like they saw a loser.
He was unable to react as a branch of a tree caressed him randomly and gently. Like a centipede with a thousand hands, it touched Aza for a while, and then, like sweeping the floor, it rolled up its branches into a big broom. With a wave of the broom, Aza was swept to the roots of the tree like a ball.
The shadow of the tree enveloped him, making it hard for him to breathe. Clusters of branches fluttered in the air, covering the sky and the moon. Aza only felt a darkness above his head.
Another big broom was used to sweep him back to the center of the alley, and this was repeated back and forth five or six times.
He is like a dog, a stray dog.
After the sixth time, the tree stopped moving and became silent.
He still kept his head down.
He did not lie horizontally on the ground, but remained in a prone position, and the violent sweep of the broom did not change his posture.
He lowered his head and lay still.
Until suddenly there was a ray of moonlight above my head.
The branches of the trees spread out, revealing the sky again.
It symbolizes a temporary pause in the war.
He slowly raised his head.
The sky is still the same sky, and the moonlight is still the same moonlight.
The world before my eyes is different.
His vision went from blurry to clear, and he saw the tall woman standing at the entrance of the alley.
She stood proudly on the trunk of the tree at the end of the alley like an eagle that suddenly descended. She was wearing the same clothes as usual, but it seemed as if she was wearing a battle robe and armor on her head.
She stayed away from him, her face filled with indifference, contempt, and hatred.
She had a sword in her hand, and she didn't know whether to use it to pierce his neck.
But he remained calm.
"It's really you." Aza said firmly.
I could feel sadness in my heart, and my throat felt a little hoarse.
He looked at Xiao Zhen, his face expressionless and his heart without a ripple, "It's really you."
He suddenly laughed at himself.
It really was this woman who had been following her recently and seemed to want to follow her for the rest of her life.
It's not that he didn't have doubts, starting from when she paid special attention to every little bit of his daily life.
But he still had a glimmer of hope.
War will always come.
The faces of those weeds always flash before my eyes.
If you really offend someone because of business, that person will always show up as long as you take another order.
The person who wants him dead will definitely appear.
He took the order.
He had already decided that if he successfully completed this deal, he would go home to retire and switch to a less stressful job.
If someone still refuses to let him go, he will accept it.
The storm just came neither too early nor too late.
But he was still a little disappointed.
Because it really is her.
He looked at Xiao Zhen standing on the tree trunk, his throat hoarse.
She was no longer the gentle girl she used to be when she was with him. Even from such a distance, he could see the coldness written all over her face.
"Why?" Aza asked calmly, without a trace of emotion, "Why did you do this?"
"When have I ever offended you?"
In terms of emotion, reason, and money, he has never hurt any woman.
He treated all the women who had been with him well, and he was also courteous to the women he had done business with.
He really couldn't imagine when he would have offended such a beautiful but vicious woman.
Or, is she just doing things for someone else, and there is a bigger boss behind her?
"Whether it's you, or someone else." He wants to die quickly.
A trace of indifference crossed Xiao Zhen's lips. She raised her chin and looked down at the man with aloof pride. Through her teeth, she squeezed out an icy disappointment. She looked at him for a long time and said word by word, "There is no one else."
Aza felt mixed emotions.
"When did I offend you?" he asked again.
Xiao Zhen stood tall and did not answer.
"For love?"
"For money?"
Aza still retained a glimmer of desire to survive, even though he no longer cared. "Whatever you want, I can give it to you."
There was no arrogant, disdainful laughter in the distance.
He didn't say a single harsh word.
"A rotten tree cannot be carved."
After the storm, Xiao Zhen only heard these words calmly from a distance.
Then, she suddenly whipped the air.
The green ones should be vines made of tree vines.
As the whip cracked, the trees behind suddenly rose up and attacked, as if they had received some order, and rushed towards the man who was lying on the ground and struggling to death.
He was swept up by the nearest tree and lifted high into the air, while branches from other trees whipped the man furiously, as if he were a prisoner being hung and flogged.
The man no longer looked like a human being. He was hung up and whipped, and all the branches stretched out their arms to whip the man.
The image of the vines that had tied him up the first time came to his mind.
It turns out that it was all Xiao Zhen's doing.
He couldn't resist, nor did he want to resist anymore. The beatings from the branches left his skin torn and flesh exposed. After being hung and beaten for a while, the tree threw him into the air and then threw him to other trees.
The trees seemed to be playing with a dying person, or torturing a dying person.
The sky is green.
They are all the color of the branches.
The sound of the wind is in my ears.
Aza was lifted into the air and landed on another tree. The branches continued to whip him. He was tied tightly by the branches and could not move. The stone just now rushed over and attacked his abdomen again.
Liu Binghai rushed over and blew a breath, then relieved half of his strength.
But this is not a long-term solution.
She said to Zuihua, "Go to the offering hall and call the master."
Zuihua was very disappointed at this time, "Call him? I won't go."
He was afraid that he would be put into the incense burner.
"You..." Liu Binghai wanted to say something else, but it was too late.
Aza was suddenly thrown into the sky, so high that he was almost invisible, and then fell down heavily.
This fall would kill him.
Liu Binghai's heart skipped a beat. He held his breath and recited a scripture, then fell to the ground with Zuihua.
Aza fell down and landed on the two ghosts.
Although he had no body, the two ghosts combined relieved two-thirds of the gravity that weighed on him as he fell, and all the force was reflected onto the two ghosts.
Zuihua was in terrible pain.
It turns out that ghosts also feel pain. Now I know.
He was nearly vomiting blood from being pressed, and turned to Liu Binghai and said, "I thought it wouldn't hurt anymore, ouch, I'm going to die."
Liu Binghai frowned, "Why did you rush over here too?"
Zuihua chuckled, "I've been following you for so long, shouldn't I be able to learn some of the essence? I've heard everything you recite every day, and I recite it too."
Liu Binghai got up from the ground and saw Aza lying on the ground motionless.
She thought that if nothing unexpected happened, he would not die even if she didn't pounce on him.
That woman wouldn't let him die so easily.
Aza was lying there like a ghost.
The branches above are still dancing in groups.
He thought that if he looked at it from a distance, the scenery would be spectacular.
His heart nearly stopped.
The moment he fell, he couldn't breathe.
He lay on the ground for a long time. The trees on both sides were like two rows of soldiers, guarding him seriously.
He slowed down and looked up to see that Xiao Zhen had already come down from the tree trunk and was slowly walking towards him.
He lay on the ground, looking at her, just as she was standing tall.
She got closer and closer, stopping five meters away from him.
The saying "A rotten tree cannot be carved" was still ringing in his ears.
Slowly raised his head and looked at her.
Time passed minute by minute, with only the rustling of branches and no human breathing.
He looked at Xiao Zhen and said, "When have I ever offended you?"
Xiao Zhen's mouth twitched, he picked up the vine, and whipped it on the ground with a sound.
The sound is so crisp and devilishly nice.
Aza lay there motionless, the blood in his heart seemed to have stopped flowing. He had no emotions, no ripples of resentment or anger.
He didn't say anything, waiting for the woman to speak.
After Xiao Zhen had whipped the whip with a crisp and powerful blow, he said to Azha, "Three years ago, you went to Bodhi Mountain."
Aza's body was almost as stiff as mahjong tiles, and his mind was also frozen. He felt like his head was filled with paste.
But Bodhi Mountain, he remembered.
The mountain was extremely beautiful and the scenery was stunning. It was a rare sight he saw when he went into the mountains to collect wood.
When he went into the mountains that time, he also got some rare good wood, and he couldn't help but sigh that every tree is a bodhi tree.
His heart moved, as if he realized something, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Zhen, "You..."
Xiao Zhen's lips curled up in contempt. "You've been a timber merchant for many years, going into the mountains to collect timber. The sky is high and the land is vast. That time, did you get the best timber you could imagine?"
Aza paused, his heart sinking a little.
"You want to ask who I am?" Xiao Zhen chuckled, her voice filled with despair and coldness. She looked like she had endured countless tortures. In the coldest voice, she said to him, "Do you know that the wood you took that day was from a thousand-year-old tree?"
Aza suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened, and he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him in disbelief.
Her tone was absolutely cold. Standing there, her eyes were filled with endless indifference. The words she spoke chilled the man to the bone: "Do you know that it is a treasure land full of spirituality, a primeval forest with plants that have been there for thousands of years?"
The woman paused, then continued in a cold voice, "I was born and raised there. It took me a thousand years to grow into a towering spiritual tree. I had already cultivated my spirituality and perception. If I had waited a little longer, I could have separated from the tree and merged my life and cultivation into this world. But you chopped it down."
"Cut it off," these two words were squeezed out from between her teeth.
You chopped it down.
She approached the man step by step, walked to his side, bent down to look at him, and asked, "This old tree of mine, which took a thousand years to grow, must have been sold for a good price. Are your days of wealth and prosperity easy?"
She wanted to shed a tear on the man's face, but she couldn't.
She was already just an extremely cold woman, with only a spirit but no life, only extreme coldness and no tenderness. She would not cry, but would only treat the man who had chopped her off coldly.
Aza thought of the tree.
He was impressed.
It was a good tree that he had been looking for and coveting for a long time.
The trunk was clear, the roots were solid, and there was not a single insect hole. He searched for a long time before he found such a precious tree.
It is so precious. He picked it for a rare boss. The boss's boss needed the wood of a precious tree to make a longevity chair. I don't know where he got the idea, but he wanted such a reclining chair to dispel disease and prolong life, and he paid a high price for it.
This became an industry for his employer.
The boss found him and offered a high price for the wood of the precious tree. He had extremely high requirements for the precious tree. He took his workers over mountains and across rivers and searched for a long time before he found the satisfactory precious tree.
The sky is vast and the land is filled with the fragrance of wood.
This is actually... her?
"Why, are you surprised?" Xiao Zhen jokingly said, "Do you think that if you don't cheat, steal, rob, or destroy lives, you won't cause tragedy?"
Aza's heart sank to the bottom of his bones.
Even the drifting ice sea beside him was shocked. Zuihua was stunned, her heart pounding. "It turned out to be a tree..."
The master behind all this is a thousand-year-old tree.
"If you chop me, you must die." Xiao Zhen said angrily.
However, she is a precious tree after all, and she has her own regrets.
"I came to you to make you pay with your life. However, I've been with you, talking to you, chatting with you, and I know you're not a bad person. I thought, if I destroy you first, if I cripple you, I'll definitely give you some ideas, something to be touched. If you can give up your business and never go into the mountains again, I'll let you go."
After a pause, she revealed a look of disappointment on her face and whispered in a disdainful tone, "Who knew you would be so disappointing."
It's really a rotten tree that can't be carved.
Those words seemed to be spoken to Aza, but also seemed to be spoken to the air.
"He wants to lure you out!" Zuihua screamed at her, "He's not really obsessed with money."
Xiao Zhen couldn't hear it at all.
It is a spirit, not a ghost.
"Aren't the faces of those weeds enough to remind you? Isn't the money I earn enough for you to live a peaceful life? Isn't my crippled body enough for you to cherish?"
She was extremely disappointed.
Since it is not enough, just go back to your paradise and experience your own ultimate happiness.
She didn't give him time to react.
With a whip, Aza's skin and flesh were separated, and his huge mouth opened wide.
Like a tsunami, people lined up and rushed towards Aza.
He still has many questions to ask.
He hacked her to death, but who is she now?
But as the vines above his head fell heavily.
His voice gradually faded from his throat.
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