Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 32 Season Chapter Plague

The plague corresponds to people, and the program corresponds to machines. The two are completely inconsistent concepts.

Nature can only choose one.

This is not only the definition of choosing a night rest, but also shakes my cognition.

I'm sure the Fallen are human, and I know I'm a machine.

It seems that the only way to draw conclusions is to conduct further tests on the corpse.

But the speed at which the text spreads does not wait for anyone else, the purple is getting darker and darker, the program called Night Rest is proliferating like a virus, the brain is gradually losing control of the body, Jing Nian's hand holding my cheek has a great attraction I want to bite down with one bite, to stop the clamoring desire in my heart.

But in the end, only the tip of the tongue can barely touch the wrist, and the little spring mud left on the taste buds urgently needs to be sown.

Jing Nian looked down at me, his eyes were dark and unclear, he firmly clamped the corners of my lips with his thumb and forefinger, the unscab wound on the tiger's mouth opened again, and the blood withered and fell like rotten petals.As if I had the antidote, before I could absorb it, the tip of my tongue was firmly held down by his fingertips.

As a result, the blood poured directly into the throat, and I coughed unexpectedly, a large red patch appeared on my iris, and I was forced to recall the scene of the fallen demons biting each other, and suddenly felt nauseous, trying to vomit the blood, but the program "Night Breath" forced me to swallow.I seemed to be split into two parts, a broken machine and a hungry man, both at a stalemate, neither willing to budge.

[The system is abnormal and will be forced to shut down. 】

Jing Nian also noticed something was wrong with me, let go and scolded: "Don't overestimate your strength, if you can stop the onset of night rest only by will, how can those people die?"

"No, I don't want to become a monster that eats raw flesh and blood. I am a machine, and the machine code is SWP-79." I shook my head desperately, my tongue was swollen because of my teeth, and my speech was a little slurred. "You can't blame me for forgetting things, because it's impossible for a machine to forget."

"I don't understand what you're saying, when did I say that?"

"Yes... it was in a dream, you made me look at you day and night, and even tore off my clothes and said I would punish you..."

It's just that every time the foreseeing dream is too realistic, it is confused with reality.

"Absurd, you make it sound like I can't leave you, what kind of erotic dream are you having?" Jing Nian interrupted me coldly, the ambiguous words in the dream seemed to be really my imagination.

"I'm sorry, I will try not to have such dreams in the future." I struggled to gather up the loose skirts, only to feel that my body temperature was still soaring.

"It's you, senior brother, who can't do without me now." Jing Nian returned to the main topic and said anxiously, "Hurry up, drink my blood."

I still shake my head.

He was quite helpless, looking at the almost black burn marks on my body, he softened his tone and coaxed: "Be obedient, this is to save you, you don't want to die, right?"

As soon as I said this, I calmed down instantly, and my heart was like still water.

The questions that have been entangled in my mind have been answered.

Survival is a human instinct, not a machine.

The so-called hunger and bloodthirsty are also the product of machine failure. What I need is maintenance.

So I squeezed out a smile and said: "I may have to sleep for a while, can you send me back to the original place when the time comes, there is no snow cover in summer, someone should take me back and fix it soon."

At the same time, I also felt a sense of strangeness in my heart. After all, no one has ever cared about the survival of the machine, let alone tried to rescue it.But Jing Nian's worried appearance did not seem to be fake, I wiped the liquid from the corner of his eyes and asked, "Why are you crying again?"

Jing Nian didn't stop me this time, he lowered his head and said softly, "I always feel that although you are right in front of me, I can't catch you."

"Can you stop saying such difficult words? My computing speed is very slow now." Looking at the shutdown progress of more than 50%, I began to feel relieved. "Forget it, I won't ask, and you don't cry either."

Jing Nian didn't answer, and when he raised his head again, the tears in his eyes had already frozen into ice, but he didn't give up the blood feeding.

It's just a different way, my mind is blank, I only feel something moist and hot pried open my lips and teeth, and then there is a much weaker fishy-sweet smell in my mouth than before.

It's not that contradictory anymore.

Jing Nian also bit the tip of his tongue, probing strangely, in fact it was more like teasing, the palate was a little itchy, my throat rolled, and I subconsciously swallowed the blood.

He also gradually found a way, and gradually took the lead. I accepted his control and demanded his tenderness in a daze.

A miraculous thing happened, as Jing Nian's blood injected into my body, my mood and body temperature gradually stabilized, and even the burn marks began to disappear.

[The program "Night Rest" has been terminated, the troubleshooting is completed, and the body will return to normal after restarting. 】

Jing Nian actually saved me, so the person who is immune to the night's breath predicted by the prophet is not me, but him...

[SWP-79 starts to restart——]

When I opened my eyes again, I was stunned by the noon sun. I was already lying on the elegant seat of Wuyunzong, and Jing Nian was sitting beside me. Seeing that I was awake, he handed me his handkerchief.

"Wipe your sweat."

"Thank you."

I took the handkerchief and looked at the new and complete clothes on my body, feeling even more uncomfortable.

Looking at Jing Nian's calm face, I coughed lightly and asked, "Is the final of the Crossing Industry Conference over?"

"Ah."

"Who is No.1?"

Before Jing Nian could answer, he was summoned to his side by Elder Yanzhen. Judging from the latter's admiring eyes, the answer was self-evident.

"How does Senior Brother Qi feel? He was in a coma all morning, but he was seriously injured?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw Bai Shuang standing behind him. He looked a little haggard, and he was not as energetic as before even shaking his fan.

I said honestly, "It should be better than you."

He said indifferently: "What I'm saying is, after all, Junior Brother Jing is with you."

"Did you meet many Fallen in the woods?"

It seemed that he was obviously at a disadvantage. I thought about it, and added with an inexplicable guilt: "I didn't mean to gloat. I also persuaded Jing Nian to save you, but he didn't listen."

"Oh, it's okay, Brother Qin and the others found me later." Bai Shuang took a deep look at me, then turned to the stands of the Central Ferry Palace, and said quietly: "However, this year's Ferry Conference may not end peacefully. .”

"What do you mean?"

I also looked over, and there were many people gathered in the stands, almost all the heads of various sects, and they were arguing fiercely around the charred corpses of the fallen demons.

It is not difficult to understand that such a change at the last moment of the meeting is naturally unavoidable.

"Bai Shaohan, why did this happen to the venue arranged by Duye Palace? You must give us an explanation!"

"That's right, I don't believe that so many disciples will collectively fall into the devil, there must be evil spirits at work!"

Palace Master Bai was not flustered at all. Hearing their questioning, he just sneered and put the wine glass heavily on the table. The stand vibrated violently, and the corpse instantly turned into dust.

I thought to myself, there is no way to test it now.

His voice is cold. "Don't worry, everyone, the truth will be revealed soon."

Soon, the searching guards also came out from the forest, and they brought back something.

It was the black brocade box, sealed in a transparent sphere, isolated from the outside world. It should be a secret barrier made by the Duye Palace to prevent accidents.

The guards presented it carefully and put it together with the brocade box as the winner's prize.The two are exactly the same, it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity, the only difference lies in the brocade box in the mountain forest, its lid is false.

Through the enchantment, I saw the lid of the box slowly open, and the contents in it were announced to the public.

It was a small and exquisite black triangular spire, with a simple shape and neat lines, a little bit out of the aesthetic meaning of the times.But each corner is adorned with night pearls. The pearls are simple and dusty, and there are reliefs carved on all sides. They are four ghost-faced men shrouded in miasma. It can't help but remind people of all kinds of hell torture in legends.

What a strange thing, mixed with irrelevant elements.

Ghosts and molecular models, beliefs and disasters.

"Now it's the end of summer in July, and next month will be the autumn festival. All places have to worship the plague ancestors. This has been the case since ancient times. You must have heard the legend of the five plague messengers in the Demon Realm." Palace Master Bai said slowly: " The warriors of the five directions are the five ghosts in the sky and the five plagues on the earth. They are the four plagues in spring, summer, autumn and winter and the general manager - Zhongwen. There is no way to escape the disasters and diseases from the sky, and there are many dead."

An old man in the crowd asked tremblingly: "Could it be that this tower is the token of the plague envoy of the Demon Realm?"

"That's right, the four sides correspond to spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the inside of the tower is in the center." He sneered and turned to the people of Wuyun Sect, "This tower should have been sealed in the secret territory of Wuyun Sect's Xigen Peak."

I thought about it, Elder Xue did mention the term "secret realm" before setting off, and he could indeed predict future events in advance, so isn't that the so-called "prophet"?

Xu Shi noticed my gaze, he hurriedly turned his head away, his calf under the table seemed to be cramping, and he looked guilty.

At this time, the tower body seemed to be echoed by some kind of response, and slowly hung to one side. The corresponding plague envoy held a pouch made of human skin in his left hand. The patterns on it were the same as the burn marks on the corpse on the stage. Breathing sword.

The information is highly consistent.

"In summer, there is little appetite for food and drink, so Xia Wen is called food plague, and because the person who catches the plague has a strange fragrance, he is nicknamed Ye Xi."

Immediately, someone asked: "That is to say, Wu Yunzong used the crossing industry meeting to break the seal of the token and release the plague of the demon realm to harm people?"

"It's nonsense! The seal of the secret realm of Xigen Peak has never been broken, how can this token be true?" Elder Li Zhen slapped the table angrily, "Bai Shaohan, my sect can't be arranged by you!"

"Of course I have more than this bit of evidence." He immediately ordered the guards to bring up four more tightly hugged charred corpses, as well as some charred furniture and sundries.

I recognized the corpses as members of the Jingfu family of four.

Palace Master Bai got up, smashed these corpses into pieces with one palm, and the remaining dust was the scorpion eggs that we couldn't get out at that time.

"These mortals died from the fire in the town, and the fire was caused by the bonetail scorpions hatched from these scorpion eggs, which happened to correspond to the winter plague."

The body of the tower rotates again, until the envoy of winter plague, with spoons and earthen jars in his hands, spills overflowing soup and scorpions, among which the relief of scorpions is recessed and missing, corresponding to the bone-tailed scorpion that ran out.

In winter, human relations are weak, so winter plague is love plague.Although the four members of the Jing family were not considered good people, the source of their desires was undoubtedly that they cared about each other and were unwilling to part with each other, which was why they all perished in the flames.

I finally understood that the chess game prepared by Duyegong for Wuyunzong had already started half a year ago in the winter.

And Jing Nian also appeared at that time by coincidence, could he also be a pawn in the chess game?

Maybe, it's just me thinking too much.

After all, even Elder Yanzhen didn't doubt it. Although he was strict with his disciples, he trusted him extremely.

It's just that the evidence is now conclusive. The bone-tailed scorpion that caused the winter plague was unique to the Wuyun Sect. Later, a sealed token appeared out of thin air, and the faces of the elders were very solemn.

"As I said, I am a person who is extremely nostalgic, so I will allow three more days. After three days, Wu Yunzong must give an explanation to these people who died in vain." Bai Shaohan smiled lightly, "Otherwise, I think the noble sect , why not change the name to Five Plague Sect."

The author says:

For the legend of the Five Plague Envoys, refer to "The Encyclopedia of Searching Gods from the Origin of the Three Religions", and there are private changes, please do not study them carefully.