CIATB Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Chen Yici: ...
There was silence in the air, and in the oppressive atmosphere, Chen Yici was full of thoughts.
Zuo Zhu seemed to be fine, as usual, calmly and slowly turning the pages of the book, propping his head on his hands, lying on the sofa, looking peaceful.
The sleeve of the left hand that supported his head slowly slipped off, exposing a section of his left wrist.
There are several marks on the wrist that are different from the old wounds, some are deep and some are shallow, some are new and some are old.
Chen Yici recognized the newest one and the one with the deepest wound, which looked hideous like a devil's abyss.
Zuo Zhu leaned on the chair, his gaze fell on the book, and he didn't notice Chen Yici's gaze.
Chen Yici stared at the wound in a daze:
"Just, is there no other way?"
Zuo Zhu watched intently, raised his eyes and thought for a while before realizing what Chen Yici was asking, and shook his head:
"No."
He closed the book and looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost time.
Then, he straightened his right arm, exposing the slender arm, and the deep and shallow wounds similar to those on the left wrist were exposed in front of Chen Yici.
He took out a sharp small porcelain knife from his long sleeves, just about to take out the scabbard habitually and cut it, when he caught Chen Yici's sight on the knife, he turned his head and asked:
"You or I?"
Chen Yici nodded, and took the cold knife from Zuo Zhu.
As if using a knife for the first time, he unsheathed the knife in a strange manner.
Chen Yici took the container for receiving blood, carefully wiped the knife repeatedly, and did not start for a long time.
Zuo Zhu obviously had much more experience than him. He flipped through the book calmly, without raising his head, and urged:
"There is a blood sacrifice altar in the main hall, and there is a cloud pattern imprint inside. Just follow that imprint and pour blood into it."
"The moiré will become darker as the blood increases."
Chen Yici asked:
"How much do you want to pick up at a time?"
A cup is about 500ml, and I glanced at the cup from left to right:
"Filled up."
Chen Yici looked at the deep bottom of the cup:
"Can it be mixed with my blood?"
Zuo Zhu glanced at him, her voice didn't fluctuate;
"I haven't tried it.
"But there is other blood mixed in, and if detected, it may cause the entire bottle of blood to be invalid."
Chen Yici really couldn't let go of his hand, the wrist he was holding was extremely thin, and there were still bruises left by the wound for too long.
He held his wrist and rubbed it carefully, the delicate skin was covered with hard scars from wounds, and it felt particularly painful to the touch.
Without looking up from left to right:
"There are too many wounds, just find a place that hasn't been scratched, or go up and find the one that hasn't been cut and go down."
Chen Yici held Zuo Zhu's hand tightly, staring at his wrist without opening his mouth.
Zuo Zhu waited for a long time, but there was no movement. He raised his head, looked at Chen Yici and said:
"I come."
It does take courage to do something like this for the first time.
He wanted to pull out his wrist, but found that he couldn't.
With great strength, Chen Yici shook Zuo Zhu's hand and said:
"I come."
Zuo Zhu nodded, lowered his head and continued to read.
Chen Yici took the cup over and stroked his delicate wrist lightly, watching the blood dripping into the mouth of the bottle and splashing onto the rim of the cup.
From the beginning to the end, Zuo Zhu didn't show any expression, as if it wasn't his hand that was cut.
Seeing the blood draining away little by little, Chen Yici's heart beat faster and faster, and his hand became tighter and tighter. He accidentally scratched the tip of the knife with force and cut his hand.
The blood oozes out, he looks at the blood, but there is no reaction, and he forgot to wipe it for a moment.
Zuo Zhu looked up at his hand, took a tissue from the table, and pressed it to his hand:
"Blood can regenerate, and gods are different from humans."
These comforting words did not comfort Chen Yici, he hummed, feeling a strong sense of powerlessness for the first time.
A few long minutes passed, and after the blood was collected, he carefully put the bottle away.
Just as he got up and was about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded behind him:
"You've done a lot."
Left turned a page of the book expressionlessly:
"Some things are beyond your ability, and you can't do anything about it."
Chen Yici stroked the bottle in his arms, thinking it was.
He is just a time traveler, neither the world in the book nor the real world is under his control, he is really helpless.
Zuo Zhu is a powerful god, but all he has is a few small lands.
He turned around and was about to leave, when a cold and emotionless voice sounded behind him:
"But you don't mean you're not strong."
Zuo Zhu raised his eyes to look at Chen Yici, closed the book, and said calmly:
"After all, there is no one but you who can warm the gods in the ice and snow."
Chen Yici was stunned.
When the hour hand pointed to eight o'clock, Chen Yici turned his head and entered the world.
The world was no different from when he left. He held the blood in his arms and warmed it with his own body temperature.
He can walk in the snow without hindrance.
Except for the last time when time was frozen, the god was by his side, and he used his body temperature to warm the god when he felt cold, he had never been affected by this world at other times.
He walked to the main hall, found the cloud pattern, and poured blood into it.
As the blood drained little by little, he felt as if his own blood was draining.
After the blood was poured, the ice and snow thawed little by little, and the water in the pool began to melt slowly.
Everything around came back to life.
The flying bird in the sky waved its stiff wings again, pulling them slightly.
The fish in the pond also fly freely in the water.
He breathed a sigh of relief, put the bottle back in his arms, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.
He picked up a piece of ice that hadn't melted from the ground, and with a swipe, separated his fingers.
Then carefully placed it on top of the moiré, and squeezed out a drop of blood.
dripping.
The blood flowed down the table, but was not accepted by the moiré, and the color of the moiré did not change at all.
He stepped out disappointed.
After returning home, the house was bustling with activity, completely different from before he left.
Fortunately, he recovered.
As soon as his mother saw him, she immediately rushed up and hugged him, and asked him:
"Honey, you're finally wearing it back."
Chen Yici, who just traveled over here: ...
He couldn't laugh or cry: "My brother told you all?"
Lan Xiaoling nodded:
"I've said it."
Chen Yici guessed it too.
"I also said that you planted a field over there and planted a lot of delicious food."
Chen Yici: "...what else did you say?"
"Talk about the pork ribs you ate for the first meal, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes for the second meal, and the preserved egg and lean pork porridge for the third meal..."
"..."
After going through more than ten days, Chen Zhizhi didn't miss a single meal, remembering clearly what he ate for each meal.
After finishing speaking, Lan Xiaoling looked at Chen Yici expectantly.
Chen Yici, who had endured the fucking expectation, rubbed his head: "I understand, I'll cook."
It didn't take long for a meal to be ready.
Looking at the sumptuous table of dishes, everyone was in a high mood.
Chen Zhizhi praised his brother and said:
"The vegetable garden my brother planted is huge, and he also planted watermelons and fruits."
Except for a few annoying ghosts in the last time travel, the other experiences he had given him were quite good, especially the food. He was always looking forward to the next time travel.
Both his mother and his grandfather agreed one after another, with longing in their hearts:
"That's great, let's go and see it next time we travel through the past."
Chen Yici nodded, judging from this random time travel probability, it is entirely possible:
"sure."
Chen Yici casually mentioned a sentence:
"By the way, Zuo Zhu has also traveled through time. Next time you go, you should be able to see him."
The chopsticks that his mother used to hold the food were stuck in mid-air.
His brother choked on a mouthful of chili, and his face turned red.
His grandfather had bad ears, tilted his head and asked in doubt:
"Pig...what's wrong with the pig?"
……
After Chen Yici repeated, everyone fell into silence.
The food in front of me suddenly tasted bad.
Several people were worried.
His mother said sadly:
"Since it has been worn once so far, no one should have worn it recently."
His grandfather took a sip of the wine, and the spirit passed through his intestines, leaving in his heart:
"No no no no."
Chen Zhizhi silently swallowed back the words "look forward to the next crossing", and prayed in his heart for a long time that the gods had already experienced it once, and he didn't want to experience it again.
But after praying for a long time, he remembered that the god he was praying for had passed through.
I don't know if I can hear my prayer in Chen Yici's vegetable garden.
Chen Yici said:
"It's okay, he's easy to get along with."
Chen Zhizhi asked:
"Does it rain when he's upset?"
"Will it affect the surrounding environment?"
"Will people around you feel it?"
……
Chen Yici scratched his head: "Okay, there will be an impact, but it's not that big. I don't know if the impact will affect me, and I'm not affected by him."
Lan Xiaoling worried:
"you and him……"
She never thought that gods could travel through time, she was actually more worried about the impact on his son than the impact on this world.
Lan Xiaoling said:
"Last time the world froze and the world paused. Did you save him?"
Chen Yici nodded, then shook his head:
"I just hug him and give him a little body temperature."
He didn't notice at all how much impact his words had caused, and the expressions on everyone's faces instantly turned into "shit".
Chen Zhizhi muttered and repeated:
"Hold him?"
That's a god.
A god who never lets people get close or touch him.
Chen Yici nodded: "Oh, I remembered, he also taught me how to sing."
The other three felt a rush of grass and mud horses galloping past.
They have only heard the distant version of the singing of the gods, which came from the distant palace, passed through the clouds, and spread to every household.
Don't talk about teaching singing, they haven't even heard the live version.
Chen Zhizhi feels that the world has collapsed:
"You didn't hold hands and did a dance, did you?"
He thought about the few dances that Chen Yici could dance, and added:
"Hand in hand and dance a bunny dance?"
Chen Yici thought about the scene for a while, and hurriedly expelled the scene, shaking his head like a rattle, denying at the speed of light:
"no!"
What a disgrace.
Chen Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables:
"You didn't do anything else?"
Chen Yici said:
"No, I just stabbed him with a knife and took 500ml of his blood."
Chen Zhizhi's chopsticks clicked and fell to the ground.
作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-0421:06:43~2021-08-0616:44:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 4711640115 bottles; lemon-flavored M10 bottle; 7 bottles of the fun you don’t understand; 3 bottles of Baogaimu;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!