Back Off, Let Me Come

After the county guard was trampled to death, Qishan was silent for a long time.

Shen Tang squatted by the stream and washed 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?"

Qishan said: "A very good person, with a soft heart and soft ears. He often helps others and makes his life miserable... There are few people in the world who are better than him. However, good people are short-lived..."

In a daze, it seemed that the young man's voice was still echoing in his ears. His tone was gentle and smiling, clear and crisp. It was different from the hoarseness and weakness in the secret place of "Book Mountain" after being without food or water for several days.

[There is good and evil in the world, but in the end there is more good than evil. If we turn a blind eye to the good people who suffer because of those evil people, how are we any different from the evil people? Help others just because you feel no regrets in your heart, not because you want others to be grateful. As a result of choking, there is no grain left to eat. 】

[Aqu, your idea is unacceptable. 】

How can a normal person be so stupid as him? He was bitten by white-eyed wolves several times but didn't remember his lesson. When he met Yan Cheng, he lost his life.

He did not use fancy words to describe how good his close friend was. The friend in his memory was just a young man with an immature face, only four years older than the Shen Xiaolangjun next to him. But in his memory, he is like a brother, like a father, like a teacher, like a friend...

He is the benefactor of his life.

Qishan looked at the stream and sighed.

"Because of his problem, when I was young, I often tried to persuade him not to care about so many things. I gave him countless warnings, not to trust others easily! And don't reach out to save someone who looks pitiful... Who knows whether he is saving a person or a person wearing clothes? You're a ghost in human skin! But he didn't listen, not even once." Not only did he not listen, but he also suppressed him with two months of age. Qishan always had a bad look on his face.

He often said similar words, and every time he promised well, but turned around to do whatever he wanted. If someone came to ask for help, he didn't know how to write the word "reject". The family was so poor that they only had a room full of books, and the rice vat was so clean that even mice didn't bother to visit it.

In fact, Qi Shan is not qualified to advise like this.

After all, he himself was one of the rescued people.

In terms of background, this close friend is not bad, but his family is poor. As long as he wants to, 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 be so poor that he needs to write market stories anonymously.

Shen Tang: "Business talk? What's the content?"

Qishan remained silent.

Emmm——

Seven out of ten books are unspeakable.

Qi Shan changed his words to a more elegant way: "Enlightened..."

Shen Tang: "Enlightenment?"

The corners of Qishan's mouth twitched: "Boudoir...enlightenment..."

My best friend is responsible for providing material inspiration and content, Qi Shan is good at painting, and is responsible for selling paintings. They join forces - there is a storyline, ups and downs; there are scenes and action, which is exciting and exciting.

Those unbridled scenes and imaginations, magnificent descriptions and scenery provide countless imaginative spaces for those children of aristocratic families and celebrities who are upright and serious on the surface, but are also eager to take action behind the scenes. This work once became a major source of income for the family.

It also made Qi Shan unable to look directly at his best friend...

How could a young man who had never set foot in the land of fireworks come up with so many tricks based on his imagination? When asked, he was told that "Yan Ruyu is in the book"... Can Yan Ruyu teach these things? ? ?

Shen Tang: "..."

Good guy, this young scribe with white skin, black eyes, red lips and white teeth, his mind is not only full of knowledge, but also full of knowledge.

Based on Qishan's simple description, a young man with a kind and soft heart, a stubborn and simple character, and many strange skills gradually emerged in his mind. He is indeed a very interesting person, and that is why it is regrettable.

"One thing - Yan Cheng may be right."

Qishan spoke quickly.

"What?"

"Zhen Lun is despicable, and I am no different from him." Qishan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked, "Do you know how I survived?"

Shen Tang: "..."

Emotionally, I don’t want to know. This is Qi Shan’s wound. It will be bloody and painful once it is opened. Reason told her that knowing was better than not knowing. Keeping the wound covered will only fester into the bone.

Shen Tang asked softly: "How did you survive?"

Perhaps it was because a great revenge had been avenged, and it was rare for me to pray for good, and I had the urge to talk, and I forced myself to think about it like a self-abuse.

"That secret place hides a military formation made of rocks. There are eight gates and eight formations around it. The main formation is in the middle of the army. There are nine main formations in total, and it is divided into sixty-four small formations. The large formations are nested within the small formations. The formations are in sync with each other, and there are dangers everywhere. Once you enter the formation, you will have a narrow escape..."

Probably some predecessor had brought out part of the remaining formation, and it fell into Shiwu's hands. He used crooked methods to develop a very unethical method of breaking the stone formation. Sacrifice one person to gain access to the Gate of Death, and the other person can exit through the Gate of Life.

Neither he nor "Qi Shan" knew this. They spent several days wandering around the secret place of the stone formation, experiencing countless illusions - huge waves, landslides, mountains of swords and seas of fire... It seemed fake, but it turned out to be a real illusion. But it is true in the body, and it is hard to distinguish the true from the false.

I am exhausted just to survive, and I have to spend all my energy on how to break out of the formation and escape. Without food and water, even in the "Holy Land of Mountains and Seas" where the energy of heaven and earth is abundant, the two cannot survive long until they are extremely hungry and thirsty, creating mirage-like illusions that lead them to kill each other.

Qishan said: "The person who died...should have been me...because of his scribe's ways, the stone circle he received was much smaller than mine..."

Friends wake up one step ahead of him.

Even if Qishan died at that time, he would be unaware of it.

"I would rather he eat my corpse as a meal, gnaw the flesh and drink the blood..."

But he survived.

When he woke up weakly, his mouth was filled with the smell of iron, the remaining blood at the corners of his mouth had dried up, and the illusion around him turned into the peak of a snow-capped mountain with a blizzard blowing. His friends' clothes all covered him, and he was held in his arms and covered with his weak body heat.

All that was left was a twisted suicide note written tremblingly with frozen fingers stained with blood. Qishan clenched the hand on his knee: "It's said to be a suicide note, but it's actually just half a sentence... But I know what he wanted to say."

The two had traveled together.

Once when he was in danger, although the young man was young, his stubbornness in his bones was embarrassing. He once said categorically: "No brother would let his brother die in front of him. Even if he was going to die, he should go to the underworld to explore for you." road! Otherwise, how can I be a brother! 】

Shen Tang didn't know how to comfort Qishan.

"Then how did you break out of the formation?"

Qishan's expression was numb: "The formation has not been broken..."

"No?"

How to survive?

That stone circle was full of dangers, and two people were tortured so miserably, let alone only Qi Shan, who was exhausted and had more air coming out and less air coming in. Qi Shan smiled bitterly: "Because after six or seven hours, the raging wind and snow will end, and the 'Book Mountain' will be closed!"

This was how he saved his life.

While he was waiting to die, he watched his only close friend in his life, who was not a brother but better than a real brother, change his body from still warm to completely stiff and cold as an ice sculpture... and was left in the "Book Mountain" forever.

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