Yan in the World

Dusk is dying, and the bluestone slabs in the city are as cool as rust. The wine rolled three times in the old man's throat, and finally he knocked down the pottery bowl: "Of course not!" Knuckle tapping made the wooden case buzz and tremble, causing the moth corpses in the shadow of the lamp to rustle. "Yanshi Yiyi is not like Lingxu, who wields a sword, and is not like a Gu-devouring master——" He picked up half of the wood core, and the tip of the knife picked out the silky wood tendons. "Those who control things are slaves, and those who raise poisons are poisonous. There is no way to escape the abuse of a strong master and a lowly slave." "What we ask for..." The carving knife suddenly dug into the heart of the wood, and thirty-six tenons like jade seeds rolled out of the palm of the hand. "It's a draw in a life-and-death game..." The oil lamp exploded, and the light jumped onto the stone box on the young man's back. A sound like a crying baby leaked out from the cracks in the box. "Yan Jia... Ruthless?" The old man smiled with a mouth full of smoky teeth: "Silly words! Mu Shi is dead, so how could he be so sentimental?" "What Yanshi wants to do is to learn from the cavity of a mortal creature——" The tip of the knife stabbed the moss! Suddenly a green snake about an inch long sprang up under the moss, and the moment the snake's body was nailed through by a knife, The snake's tail exploded into a plum blossom made of copper gears. "——Seize the life that has not yet cooled down!" The firelight jumped onto the old man's wood-carved cheek, and the flesh and blood on the other half twitched: "Sex... Sex is on the horizon... What's the next sentence?" He picked up the wine and sipped it, seeming to remember, but he picked it up lightly: "My life is sinking into the bottom of the sea!" The last note dispersed into the wind, like a nail in the coffin of this troubled world. "So those who Yanshi..." He wiped his lips and laughed so hard "Nine times out of ten, you'll be feeding rats in the gutter."