Chapter 63: Broken Blade
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拇指断处切口整齐，陈酒扭曲着一张脸庞，额头青筋跳动如活蛇。
鲜血滴滴答答如珠串，他瞄了眼前方的妖魔鬼怪，低下头，从内衫的衣领里扯出一条布，一层又一层缠住微微颤抖的巴掌。
The glaring dark red spread out, just like a flower blooming on a white cloth.
傀儡偶像面无表情，面目僵硬，但乱转的眼珠中似乎闪烁着嘲讽的光。
"Ha..."
陈酒深深吐出一口气，另一只暂时完好的手，从个人空间中取出又一柄苗刀。
The knife is engraved with the word "Changsheng".
长生燕子刀，取自民国二十一年位面，本是燕子郭长生的自用佩刀。位属名器之列，单论一开始的品质，甚至要高于苗刀凤图。
只是凤图刀经过两轮强化，早已脱胎换骨，材质玄妙都不可以与过去同日而语，而长生刀一直蒙尘于个人空间，都快被陈酒忘掉了，纵然寒光潋滟，卖相极佳，却也还是个“凡俗”品质，对上那些最低都有九品水准的机巧傀儡，怕是一碰就碎。
“你就准备用它？”红使徒开口了，话里含着一种索然无味的语气。
“兜太浅，没办法。”陈酒用肩头兽吞蹭了蹭流到眼角的汗。
“来到你们的世界后，我一共和四个……五个摆渡人交过手，你是第五个。”
“前头那仨，要么搞劳什子雷部天官，风火雷电不要钱似的往下砸，要么是药罐子丹炉子，仙丹灵药炒豆子似的往嘴里丢。最不济也是个工匠，兜里揣满了小玩意儿，虽然没多强，但好歹有意思。唯独你，和他们都很不一样。”
Speaking of this, the red apostle paused,
"You are a poor person."
"Yes, I am a poor person."
如此绝境，陈酒居然叫这句话给生生逗乐了，扑哧一声咧开了嘴，
"Poor people have to fight for their lives themselves to survive."
"Want to survive? No need to look up to the sky, just look up to me."
黑暗中传来咂嘴的声音，像是饥肠辘辘的食客面对一盘美味佳肴。
陈酒乐得更欢了，笑声回响在逼仄闷热的洞窟里，仿佛被困于壁炉的跳动火焰。
The red apostle understood.
As a result, neither side spoke again.
For a moment, it was a riot of colors!
陈酒膝盖一屈，身体如离弦之箭般弹射而出，笔直迎上了身绘彩纹的斑斓猛虎。虎口临头，他身形却又突然矮了下去，仰天一滑，背甲磨得石屑纷飞，同时将手中长刀向上戳了出去。
刃口精准卡入机簧间的缝隙，但根本无法造成破坏，谁料猛虎悍然前扑，却用自身的劲头硬生生崩碎了零件，剖开了腹肚，与此同时五尺长刀也弯出一个危险的弧度，猛地弹直，刀鸣铮然。
Thunk!
A fierce tiger hit the rock wall, causing the ground to shake twice.
陈酒刚直起腰杆，一团阴影突然撞了上来，他下意识抬刀去挡，毫不意外的，清脆的断裂声响在耳畔，刀脊从中间断裂开来，后头撑出一张冷漠的室女脸庞。
下一瞬间，仕女五官裂开，嘴角咧到耳根，一张大嘴好似章鱼。
Crack~
陈酒另一只手猛地向前砸去，藏在胳膊下的无用刀将那张艳丽却死漠的脸砸了个开花，但既没牙齿卡住短直刀的血槽，一时难以拔出。眼角余光瞥到另一抹黑影，陈酒不得不一脚蹬在对方冷冰冰的身上，抽身而退，将无用刀留在了人偶的大嘴里。
He quickly rolled on the ground, releasing his strength, and his nine fingers were numb and painful.
"I lack a good knife..."
陈酒低叹了一声，抬起头，可视线被无数土石遮挡，望不见最后一眼天空。
He concentrated, eager to remember some faces.
但，师父的脸已经模糊了，像是隔着一层看不真切的水幕。许多人许多事，许多遗憾许多过往，其实根本来不及想起。原来人生的最后一刻是不会有回马灯的，原来幕布不会因为演员难舍就肯迟一步落下。
I stopped here, didn't I?
I should have stopped here, shouldn't I?
身前劲风扑面，不知是哪一具傀儡来收人头。陈酒努力瞪大眼睛，紧接着，他听到了刀声。
Sound of the knife?
The world in front of me darkened.
In the last moment,
他看到一片不知从哪里冒出来的刀片，锈迹斑斑，深入筋骨，纹路都被肮脏又坑洼的锈色糊满。刀片上隐约可以看到一个篆字，好像读……卒？
……
"Has Chenju not returned yet? What did you send him to do?"
平原上，一场规模不大，但是相当惨烈，甚至发展还很神奇诡异的战事已经落下帷幕。宫商来到黄南塘面前，咬着暗红的烟头。
"Just a small matter." Huang Nantang chewed on a wolfberry and swallowed it.
"A small matter?"
“杀几个人，砸几件东西。从俘虏口中问话，他做得应该还不错，也没死……没死在他们手里。放心，同行摆渡人死亡，苦舟会发通知的。”
"I have no worries."
"They are all earning a living, unclear and uncertain..."
The voice pauses.
There was also a monotonous mechanical sound in my ears:
"You have received an obituary!"
鲜血滴滴答答如珠串，他瞄了眼前方的妖魔鬼怪，低下头，从内衫的衣领里扯出一条布，一层又一层缠住微微颤抖的巴掌。
The glaring dark red spread out, just like a flower blooming on a white cloth.
傀儡偶像面无表情，面目僵硬，但乱转的眼珠中似乎闪烁着嘲讽的光。
"Ha..."
陈酒深深吐出一口气，另一只暂时完好的手，从个人空间中取出又一柄苗刀。
The knife is engraved with the word "Changsheng".
长生燕子刀，取自民国二十一年位面，本是燕子郭长生的自用佩刀。位属名器之列，单论一开始的品质，甚至要高于苗刀凤图。
只是凤图刀经过两轮强化，早已脱胎换骨，材质玄妙都不可以与过去同日而语，而长生刀一直蒙尘于个人空间，都快被陈酒忘掉了，纵然寒光潋滟，卖相极佳，却也还是个“凡俗”品质，对上那些最低都有九品水准的机巧傀儡，怕是一碰就碎。
“你就准备用它？”红使徒开口了，话里含着一种索然无味的语气。
“兜太浅，没办法。”陈酒用肩头兽吞蹭了蹭流到眼角的汗。
“来到你们的世界后，我一共和四个……五个摆渡人交过手，你是第五个。”
“前头那仨，要么搞劳什子雷部天官，风火雷电不要钱似的往下砸，要么是药罐子丹炉子，仙丹灵药炒豆子似的往嘴里丢。最不济也是个工匠，兜里揣满了小玩意儿，虽然没多强，但好歹有意思。唯独你，和他们都很不一样。”
Speaking of this, the red apostle paused,
"You are a poor person."
"Yes, I am a poor person."
如此绝境，陈酒居然叫这句话给生生逗乐了，扑哧一声咧开了嘴，
"Poor people have to fight for their lives themselves to survive."
"Want to survive? No need to look up to the sky, just look up to me."
黑暗中传来咂嘴的声音，像是饥肠辘辘的食客面对一盘美味佳肴。
陈酒乐得更欢了，笑声回响在逼仄闷热的洞窟里，仿佛被困于壁炉的跳动火焰。
The red apostle understood.
As a result, neither side spoke again.
For a moment, it was a riot of colors!
陈酒膝盖一屈，身体如离弦之箭般弹射而出，笔直迎上了身绘彩纹的斑斓猛虎。虎口临头，他身形却又突然矮了下去，仰天一滑，背甲磨得石屑纷飞，同时将手中长刀向上戳了出去。
刃口精准卡入机簧间的缝隙，但根本无法造成破坏，谁料猛虎悍然前扑，却用自身的劲头硬生生崩碎了零件，剖开了腹肚，与此同时五尺长刀也弯出一个危险的弧度，猛地弹直，刀鸣铮然。
Thunk!
A fierce tiger hit the rock wall, causing the ground to shake twice.
陈酒刚直起腰杆，一团阴影突然撞了上来，他下意识抬刀去挡，毫不意外的，清脆的断裂声响在耳畔，刀脊从中间断裂开来，后头撑出一张冷漠的室女脸庞。
下一瞬间，仕女五官裂开，嘴角咧到耳根，一张大嘴好似章鱼。
Crack~
陈酒另一只手猛地向前砸去，藏在胳膊下的无用刀将那张艳丽却死漠的脸砸了个开花，但既没牙齿卡住短直刀的血槽，一时难以拔出。眼角余光瞥到另一抹黑影，陈酒不得不一脚蹬在对方冷冰冰的身上，抽身而退，将无用刀留在了人偶的大嘴里。
He quickly rolled on the ground, releasing his strength, and his nine fingers were numb and painful.
"I lack a good knife..."
陈酒低叹了一声，抬起头，可视线被无数土石遮挡，望不见最后一眼天空。
He concentrated, eager to remember some faces.
但，师父的脸已经模糊了，像是隔着一层看不真切的水幕。许多人许多事，许多遗憾许多过往，其实根本来不及想起。原来人生的最后一刻是不会有回马灯的，原来幕布不会因为演员难舍就肯迟一步落下。
I stopped here, didn't I?
I should have stopped here, shouldn't I?
身前劲风扑面，不知是哪一具傀儡来收人头。陈酒努力瞪大眼睛，紧接着，他听到了刀声。
Sound of the knife?
The world in front of me darkened.
In the last moment,
他看到一片不知从哪里冒出来的刀片，锈迹斑斑，深入筋骨，纹路都被肮脏又坑洼的锈色糊满。刀片上隐约可以看到一个篆字，好像读……卒？
……
"Has Chenju not returned yet? What did you send him to do?"
平原上，一场规模不大，但是相当惨烈，甚至发展还很神奇诡异的战事已经落下帷幕。宫商来到黄南塘面前，咬着暗红的烟头。
"Just a small matter." Huang Nantang chewed on a wolfberry and swallowed it.
"A small matter?"
“杀几个人，砸几件东西。从俘虏口中问话，他做得应该还不错，也没死……没死在他们手里。放心，同行摆渡人死亡，苦舟会发通知的。”
"I have no worries."
"They are all earning a living, unclear and uncertain..."
The voice pauses.
There was also a monotonous mechanical sound in my ears:
"You have received an obituary!"