Chapter 174 174: Chaos in Xiaocheng (14) [Seeking a monthly ticket]
After the sheriff was trampled to death, Qi Shan was silent for a long time.
Shen Tang squatted by the stream to wash his feet and shoes.
Listening to the sound of the gurgling stream, she suddenly broke the silence: "Yuanliang, what kind of person is your friend?"
Qi Shan said: "A very good person has a soft heart and a soft ear. Because he often helps others, he makes his life difficult... There are few people in this world who can be better than him, but a good person has a short life..."
In a trance, it seems that the young man's voice is still echoing in his ears, the tone is gentle and smiling, clear and crisp, different from the hoarseness and weakness after several days of starving for food and water in the secret place of "Book Mountain".
【There is good and evil in the world, but in the end, good outweighs evil. If we look on the sidelines at the suffering good people because of that evil person, how are we different from the wicked? Helping others is only for the sake of being ashamed, not for how others are grateful. Because of choking, you can't eat without food. 】
【A Qu, your idea is not acceptable. 】
How can a normal person be so stupid? He was bitten back by the white-eyed wolf a few times and didn't remember the lesson. When he met Yancheng, he lost his life.
He didn't use extravagant words to describe how good his best friend was, and the friend he remembered was just a young man with an immature face, only four years older than the young man beside him. But in his memory, he is like a brother like a father, a teacher like a friend...
is his life benefactor.
Qishan looked at the stream and let out a long sigh.
"Because of his problem, when I was young, I often persuaded him not to care about so many things. I told him not to trust others! And don't reach out to help someone who looks pitiful... The ghost knows whether it is a person or a disguised person. Pi's ghost! But he didn't listen, not even once." Not only did he not listen, but he also spent two months suppressing him, and Qishan got black face every time.
He said a lot of similar things. Every time he promised well, he turned his head and did what he should do. If someone came to ask for help, he didn't know how to write the word "rejection". The family is so poor that there is only a room full of books left, and the rice bowl is so clean that even mice don't bother to patronize it.
Actually, Qishan is not qualified to persuade like that.
After all, he himself was one of the rescued.
In terms of background, this best friend is not bad, but his family is poor. As long as he thinks, the noble reputation of his ancestors and the support of his mother's family can allow him to obtain wealth that ordinary people can't imagine. But he would rather maintain the status quo, and is so poor that he needs to write a storybook anonymously.
Shen Tang: "Market storybook? What's the content?"
Pray for goodness and remain silent.
Emmm—
Seven out of ten books are unspeakable.
Qi Shan changed to a more elegant rhetoric: "Enlightened..."
Shen Tang: "Enlightenment?"
The corner of Qishan's mouth twitched: "The boudoir...enlightenment..."
Best friends are responsible for providing material inspiration and content, praying for strong painting skills, and responsible for selling paintings. They join forces-there are storylines, ups and downs; there are scenes with actions, which are exciting and exciting.
Those unconstrained scenes and imaginations, magnificent descriptions and scenery provide countless imaginative spaces for those children and celebrities who are upright on the surface, but also eager to move behind the scenes. This job once became a big income for the family.
It also prevents Qishan from looking directly at his best friend...
A young man who has never set foot in the land of fireworks, how did he come up with so many tricks based on his imagination? When asked, people said, "There is Yan Ruyu in the book"... Yan Ruyu can teach these things? ? ?
Shen Tang: "..."
Good guy, this young scribe with white skin, black eyes, red lips and white teeth is not only full of knowledge, but also full of knowledge.
"One thing - Yan Cheng may be right."
Qi Shan spoke quickly.
"What?"
"It's despicable, I'm no different from him." Qishan showed a smile uglier than crying, and asked, "Do you know how I survived?"
Shen Tang: "..."
Emotionally, I don’t want to know. This is the wound of Qishan, and once it is opened, it will be a **** pain. Reason told her that it was better to know than not to know. A wound covered will only fester to the bone.
Shen Tang asked softly: "How did you survive?"
Maybe it’s the grievances that have been rewarded, and praying for goodness rarely gives birth to an urge to confide, forcing myself to think about it like self-abuse.
"There is an army array built of rocks hidden in that secret place. There are eight sects and eight arrays around. The combination of the array and the match is full of dangers. Once you enter the array, you will be close to death..."
Probably some predecessor brought out a part of the broken formation, which fell into the hands of Shiwu, and developed a very wicked way to break the stone formation by relying on crooked methods. Sacrifice one person in exchange for the position of the gate of death, and the other person can exit through the gate of life.
Neither he nor "Qi Shan" knew this. They walked around the secret place of Stonehenge for several days and experienced countless phantoms—or monstrous waves, or landslides, or mountains of swords and seas of fire... It seemed fake, but it fell on him. But it is true, true and false are not clear.
I am exhausted in order to survive, and I have to exhaust my energy to study how to break through and escape. Without food and water, even in the "Mountain and Sea Holy Land" where the air of heaven and earth is abundant, the two of them will not last long until they are extremely hungry and thirsty, creating mirage-like illusions and leading them to kill each other.
Qi Shan said: "The person who died... should have been me...Because of his scribe's way, the stone circle he received was much smaller than me..."
Friends wake up before him.
Even if Ki-sun died at that time, she was ignorant.
"I'd rather he eat my corpse, eat meat and drink blood..."
But he survived.
When he woke up weakly, his mouth was full of the smell of iron, the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth had dried up, and the illusion around him turned into a snow-capped mountain peak blowing a snowstorm. His friend's clothes were all covering him, and he was hugged in his arms, covering him with his weak body temperature.
There is only one distorted suicide note written tremblingly with frozen fingers stained with blood. Qishan clenched his hands on his knees: "It's said to be a suicide note, but it's actually just half a sentence...but I know what he wants to say."
The two traveled together.
Once in danger, although the young man was young, his stubbornness was embarrassing. He once said firmly: [No brother will let the younger brother die in front of him, even if he is going to die, he should go to **** for you road! Otherwise, how can I be a brother! 】
Shen Tang didn't know how to comfort and pray for good.
"Then, how did you break out of the formation?"
Qi Shan's expression was numb: "I didn't break the formation..."
"No?"
Then how to survive?
That Stonehenge was full of dangers, and they were tortured so badly when there were two people, let alone Qi Shan, who was exhausted and exhausted. Qishan smiled wryly: "Because after six or seven hours, the raging snowstorm will end, and the 'Book Mountain' will be closed!"
He saved his life by relying on this.
When he was waiting to die, he felt the only close friend in his life who was not a brother but was better than a brother. His body was still warm to completely stiff and cold like an ice sculpture...and was left in the "Book Mountain" forever.
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(end of this chapter)