A soft cry rippled back and forth in the air, gradually getting weaker and weaker, but could not reach the room at all. Mo Yun struggled slightly and opened his eyes.
The eyes were like ink, and the absolute darkness eroded the cold sweat on Mo Yun's forehead, making him feel a little chilly. The conditions were so negative that Mo Yun wanted to sit up from the ground.
"Where is this place? Why am I here...ah!"
However, just by raising his body slightly, severe pain hit Mo Yun's heart like a wave. The shrill screams did not weaken the burning pain in Mo Yun's chest and abdomen at all.
, but it becomes clearer.
"Hmm...ah..."
It is hard to imagine how a sixteen-year-old boy can roar like a wild beast, and from this, one can feel how much pain Mo Yun is experiencing at this moment.
In just an instant, Mo Yun could already feel the bone-deep pain that had spread from his chest and abdomen. Soon, Mo Yun's shoulders, calves, ribs, and even his whole body were feeling...
It was as if he was infected by a pain virus. The boundless pain made Mo Yun almost faint again.
Mo Yun knew very well that this was definitely not an injury caused to him by Uncle Sheng's men, because the pain on his body did not come from blunt blows such as masonry and sticks, but from sharp weapons!
"Sheng Lao Gou!"
His chest rose and fell violently several times, and Mo Yun took a deep breath. He could clearly feel that the countless wounds on his body were continuously draining his life force bit by bit.
Especially the severe tearing feeling in his chest had already caused Mo Yun's fingers to start twitching involuntarily. Now Mo Yun was hovering on the edge of death.
His breathing became heavier and heavier. Mo Yun could already feel the shadow of death coming to his side. He began to cough violently. Death is never the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is the moment of waiting for death. Even
, Mo Yun can do nothing now. He can only wait for the blood in his body to drain away, and then die here inexplicably.
What really made Mo Yun feel desperate was not the inexplicable injuries on his body, nor the constant pain from the wounds, but the heavy weight pressing on Mo Yun's body!
Mo Yun's entire body, except for slight ups and downs, was almost completely unable to move, as if a nail had been hammered into the ground.
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"
Mo Yun's voice continued to echo in the empty room. Apart from that, there was only the sound of Mo Yun's heavy breathing and the sound of the collision of gold and stone.
From the sound, Mo Yun could tell that the thing pressing on him, no matter what it was, should be made of metal, and this pile of metal was extremely sharp. Just after struggling, Mo Yun immediately felt that something had been hit on his calf.
Something sharp pierced me, and I don't know how deep it went.
Not only his calves, but also Mo Yun's shoulders and arms were also scratched by the metal pressed against him. Even Mo Yun's left shoulder was being held tightly against a piece of metal at the moment, and it was already embedded in the flesh.
Stuck on the collarbone.
At this moment, Mo Yun had no time to think about why he appeared in such a place, and why he was like a fly stuck on fly paper, unable to move but waiting for death to come.
Mo Yun just wanted to know how to survive.
No one is willing to wait for death, even the humblest beggar will struggle to live. Mo Yun is by no means a person who has no love in life, let alone the kind of fool who does not cherish his own life and hopes to commit suicide, not to mention
, now he has countless doubts in his mind.
"I can't die here!"
This sentence seemed to consume a lot of Mo Yun's energy. After breathing heavily for several moments, Mo Yun strengthened his belief in living. How could he die in such an unexplained situation before he could save Xiao Lin?
place?
Mo Yun struggled to move every part of his body, and then he was pleasantly surprised to find that although his right hand was scratched numerous times by inexplicable metal, he could still move within a small range!
This discovery made Mo Yun's body tremble. He knew that perhaps this was his only hope for survival.
His right hand traced towards the metal within reach, and just moved a few inches away, and then Mo Yun's right arm was once again pulled out by a sharp metal piece, and a cut was made. The slippery feeling of blood flowing out made Mo Yun
Yun frowned.
But Mo Yun didn't stop. As long as he can still move his right hand, he will not give up!
Finally, Mo Yun touched the piece of metal on his right hand carefully. The metal was cold to the touch, and there were some pits on it, and it seemed to be severely corroded.
As his fingertips slowly slid, Mo Yun's mind gradually sketched out a rough shape. It has a blade in the front, a back, a plate in the back, and a handle. This is a knife!
"hiss……"
Mo Yun took a breath of cold air. After discovering that there was a rusty knife in his hand, Mo Yun's heart was agitated. Then his right hand was injured again by the metal blade. In just a moment, Mo Yun's palm was
Already stained with blood.
"Could it be that……"
Continuing to touch other metals, Mo Yun found that, without exception, what he had on his right hand were rusty knives. However, many of the blades were incomplete. Some of the blades were broken, and some of the handles were already damaged.
Missing.
At this moment, Mo Yun was finally able to be completely sure that the heavy object pressing on him was actually composed of hundreds of broken knives! And Mo Yun was now buried under a forest of knives and blades.
!
After discovering this fact, Mo Yun's mind was shaken, as if he recalled something. Immediately, Mo Yun's body trembled sharply, and a large amount of information fragments suddenly poured into Mo Yun's brain, and with it
His original memories were intertwined together, and the strong dizziness made Mo Yun retching.
Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of Mo Yun's eyes. It was a piece of light, a piece of white light that was too fast for him to see clearly. Before Mo Yun could react, he suddenly heard an exclamation from his own mouth, and then in that piece of light,
On top of the white light, several points of blood splashed, slowly blooming like delicate roses.
Then, Mo Yun saw a young man with a heroic face appearing behind the bloody light, showing an extremely warm smile, but Mo Yun only felt as if his body was falling into an ice cellar.
"Junior brother, you don't deserve this book of swordsmanship. Master made a mistake. As apprentices, we must make up for this mistake. Don't blame senior brother for being cruel. If you want to blame, blame this deformed world!"
After the words fell, another white light flashed. Mo Yun immediately felt the piercing pain in his chest and abdomen again. Even his delicate face began to become ferocious due to spasms. He opened his mouth in vain, trying to say something.
, but no sound can be made.
Then, Mo Yun's body softened and he fell hard to the ground.
"Junior brother, this place is very quiet, no one will come to disturb you!"
After saying this, the young man walked up to Mo Yun, took out a roll of bamboo tube from his arms, then stood up and waved his hands quickly. In an instant, the rotten knife racks that were standing on both sides responded one after another.
Then, countless broken blades fell from the sky like warm rain.
Mo Yun's eyes widened as he watched the young man walk out of the door and then closed the door tightly. The unwillingness in his eyes began to slowly dissipate...
"ah!"
Mo Yun suddenly came back to his senses, and the unwillingness in his heart burst out again, and his body began to struggle crazily. However, the hundreds of broken knives on his body were like the five-finger mountain that suppressed Monkey King, pressing Mo Yun firmly in place.
The ground cannot move an inch.
After more than ten minutes, Mo Yun gradually calmed down. However, during this moment, Mo Yun clearly felt that there were many new wounds on his body, and a drop of blood fell on the tip of Mo Yun's nose.
, the faint smell of blood brought Mo Yun back to reality.
"What the hell is going on!"
Mo Yun's voice was obviously weaker than before, and a burning feeling came from his right cheek and throat. He didn't know that at that moment, his throat was almost cut by a broken blade.
No more life.
It only took a very short time for Mo Yun to return to his survival instinct. Now the situation has become a little worse. The flow of life force has accelerated due to Mo Yun's fierce struggle. The only thing to be thankful for is that,
Mo Yun's right hand can still be moved!
"I want to live!"
With a low roar from his mouth, Mo Yun once again focused all his attention on his right hand, forgetting all the images that had appeared before his eyes.
"Crack! Crack!"
After several trials, Mo Yun finally succeeded in holding a blade with the fingers of his right hand, and then moved it aside. This probably caused a chain reaction. A small part of the blade that was originally entangled on Mo Yun's body turned to the right.
Slide away.
"Huh...huh..."
Breathing heavily, Mo Yun did not feel despair due to the pain caused by the pull on his right arm. Instead, his eyes became brighter and brighter because he saw the hope of life!
"Have the opportunity!"
As if he saw that his right hand's efforts were rewarded, or whether it was a psychological effect, Mo Yun felt that the weight on his body seemed to be much lighter, and his breathing became easier.
Suddenly, Mo Yun touched a broken blade. It was a little different from other blades. This broken blade seemed to be quite heavy. When Mo Yun just grabbed it, he couldn't move the blade at all.
Just when Mo Yun felt surprised, a sudden change occurred!
"ah!"
An extremely strong burning sensation suddenly erupted from the blade. Without hesitation, Mo Yun suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain. When his palm shook, a long wound was cut by the broken blade.
Mo Yun suddenly pulled his right hand back. However, after leaving the strange broken knife, the pain in Mo Yun's hand suddenly disappeared!
With his eyes widened, Mo Yun gently slid the fingertips of his right hand on his palm, only to find that the wound that should have been there was actually gone!
"Is it an illusion?"
Mo Yun frowned, and with some surprise, he once again touched his right hand in the direction of the strange knife just now. At this moment, an inexplicable thought suddenly came to Mo Yun's heart. This strange knife was probably what he used to survive.
The essential!
While groping again, Mo Yun could not touch the broken blade surface this time, but he did touch something that was neither gold nor wood. Although he could not see it with his eyes, Mo Yun was very sure in his heart that this was what he had just seen.
The handle of that strange knife!
There is no other reason. On the handle of this knife, there is still the remaining heat from the scorching heat. When you put it in your hand, you can feel a warmth, and then Mo Wentian's fingertips sensitively discovered that the handle of the knife still had the remaining heat.
Uneven.
"What's this?"
Mo Yun used his fingers to carefully explore the concave and convex places. Some of them looked like patterns or ordinary carvings, but they were more like small characters!
At this moment, Mo Yun became extremely patient. He did not look like a person who was racing against death. The despair in his heart also became vague. After dozens of minutes of careful feeling, Mo Yun finally determined that on the hilt of the knife,
What is engraved on it is exactly a line of small characters.
"The way to observe the sky and the actions of the heaven are complete. If you practice it in the sky, the universe depends on your hands, and all transformations come from your body."
There was some hesitation. Mo Yun was actually illiterate, and he didn't know the order of the 24 small characters. However, he subconsciously recited this sentence in his heart. At this moment, Mo Yun seemed to have a sudden wave of emotions in his mind.
There was a roar, and the whole head seemed to explode suddenly.