black pupil

Chapter 32

When Shen Zui woke up, he found himself in Yaowang Valley, his bedroom.

A sky-blue curtain is hung on the bed, and soothing incense is burning in the purple sand incense burner.He could even hear the familiar croaking of frogs in the pond outside the window, and everything was the same as before.

He felt like he had a long dream.He actually dreamed that Song Yan had taken the flame beads from Zhenxi Pagoda for him, and dreamed that Song Yan was nailed to death on the Killing Immortal Terrace by 49 God-killing arrows.

The dream was so bizarre and terrifying that just thinking about it made his hair stand on end.

Fortunately it was just a dream.He drank his uncle's calming tea, fell asleep, and had a nightmare.

He lay on the bed with his eyes open, and having gathered enough strength, he subconsciously propped up the bed with his hands, trying to sit up from the bed.

He discovered that he was missing half an arm.

The half-empty sleeve reminded him that it was not a dream.Song Yan was indeed nailed to death on the Killing Immortal Platform by 49 God-killing arrows.

It was as if he had been hit on the head with a sap, and the sap directly threw him back on the bed.He felt that all his strength and all his anger had been taken away, and he couldn't get up again.

When Zhong Ming came to see him, he was lying down like a wooden stake with his eyes open.

He didn't turn his head when he heard his uncle enter the door, he stared blankly at the beam and asked, "Where is he?"

Of course Zhong Ming knew who he was talking about.He sighed, and said: "Songyue brought back your severed limb, I see it still works, let's connect the arm first, okay?"

Shen Zui didn't have the slightest interest in his arm: "No."

Zhong Ming sat down beside his bed, sighed, raised his hand to touch his head, and said, "His soul is still there."

Shen Zui felt a flame jumping in his heart.He struggled to get up from the bed and stared at his uncle, trying to see from his face whether what he said was true or a lie made up to make him compromise.

Zhong Ming made his eyes burn.

He always felt that the relationship between Shen Zui and Song Yan was very good, but he was a rough person, he didn't pay attention to the extent of this relationship, let alone think about what kind of relationship this relationship is.What can two little pups have?It's just a brother who has done his best.

It wasn't until An Songyue told him what happened on the Killing Terrace that he was so shocked that he almost broke the teacup in his hand.But he was surprised, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the fact that his nephew had found a man.

The Zhong family has lived in Yaowang Mountain since their ancestors. Although they are not part of the world, they are familiar with the world; although they are familiar with the world, they are not rigid.The Zhong family are free and unrestrained by nature, and their family motto is that they only live happily ever after.If Shen Zui doesn't marry him for the rest of his life, he can let him find a man, the most important thing is for him to be happy.

But his nephew obviously couldn't be happier.He just knew what he wanted, but the person he wanted to guard was gone.

Zhong Ming looked worried at his nephew who was brought back by An Songyue, wondering if he should be given some sedatives so that he could sleep well for three to five years, so that he would not feel so uncomfortable when he woke up.

He looked at the two people lying side by side, saw Shen Zui's face from Song Yan's face, and looked back at Song Yan's face from Shen Zui's face again, his heart was twisted into a twist - he didn't know what to do with them .

He looked at it and felt something was wrong.

Song Yan obviously received 49 God-killing arrows, so his soul should have been scattered long ago, but he clearly still has a soul in his body.

Zhong Ming couldn't care about his nephew anymore.He looked at Song Yan from head to toe, put his hand on his wrist to check carefully, and there was indeed no pulse.

He put his hand on his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat, but felt something hard on his chest.He reached into his arms and took out the thing, only to find that it was a hairpin.

The chime of this hairpin is very familiar.

This is Song Li's snow butterfly hairpin.

When Song Li showed him the hairpin, he felt that it was very unusual.Zhong Ming thought he had seen many good things, but he had never heard of this hairpin.But fortunately, although Senior Zhong is getting old, his heart of seeking knowledge and learning is not old at all, so he immediately figured out the ins and outs of Song Li's hairpin.

This was originally a fetish that has been handed down since ancient times. According to legend, it was made by the Nuwa stone left over from Nuwa's mending the sky. It can keep the soul alive.

But it recognizes the master, and it can only protect the master's body, and it can only protect the master's soul.

Unless—the master dies, leave this hairpin to the next master.

Zhong Ming thought that the little girl with a peach blossom face might have committed herself to the loess at this time, and he couldn't breathe in his heart.

He let out a long sigh, thinking to himself what it was all about, broken arms, broken arms, dead lives.Starting from that little girl in Qingquan, she became unconscious one by one. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't hold back Lord Hades who came to demand his life every day.

Shen Zui stared at Zhong Ming for a long time, his uncle was out of his mind, and didn't give him the slightest look.

Shen Zui suddenly felt very tired.How could he still have a soul?Those are 49 God-killing arrows, he won't have a soul anymore, he can't even shoot a fetus.Before he could say sorry to him, he was cut off by the abyss of life and death on the other side, and he couldn't even see him again.

The cluster of fire that jumped in his heart was extinguished in a flash.

Zhong Ming was startled back to his soul by the sound of being intoxicated and smashed on the bed.

But it seemed a bit late, and his nephew turned into a wooden stake again.

Zhong Ming regrets it very much now, he shouldn't have picked such a time to wander off.He pinched his intoxicated face, and said: "I didn't lie to you, his soul is still there. Song Li's little girl's butterfly hairpin kept his soul."

He sighed, and continued: "It's just, alas, it's just that he has no desire to survive, his soul is wandering in his body, and he can't return to his place, so he can't wake up."

Shen Zui carefully considered every word Zhong Ming said, and the dying flame in his heart instantly burned into a prairie fire.

He almost fell off the bed and ran out without even wearing shoes.

Song Yan has not woken up yet.

He had a pale face, and he was still wearing the clothes on the Killing Immortal Terrace—Zhong Ming had a rough life, thinking that he had already drank Mengpo soup and crossed the Naihe Bridge, and he didn't even ask anyone to change his clothes.

Intoxicated with sore heart.He rummaged through Song Yan's pajamas, and found that he had taken away all his clothes and sundries at some point.There is not even a trace of him left in this room he specially reserved for him.

Shen Zui was in a daze, he walked so cleanly, did he never want to come back?

No one could answer him.He had no choice but to order someone to prepare hot water, picked up his pajamas, and prepared to change into him.

In Song Yan's arms, there were a bunch of scattered small things, such as snow butterfly hairpins, fire pockets, a few taels of silver, some commonly used wound medicines, and a kit.

The kit was placed separately, close to his chest, obviously something he cared about very much.But the fabric for the brocade bag seems to be picked up casually, and it is so gray and inconspicuous that it is very ashamed of the word "brocade".

But Shen Zui recognized the stitch, it was from Song Yan's hand.He squeezed the kit, and there was a hard object inside, but he didn't know what it was.

His heart began to beat wildly, as if he had discovered a big secret.

He carefully unwrapped the kit and took out the contents.

Sure enough, it was the gold leaf that he hung around his neck before, and the safety buckle that he gave him when he recognized him as his brother-in-law.

What he didn't expect was that there was also a piece of sleeve corner in the kit, which he cut off from his own sleeve with his own hands.Song Yan actually put it away.

He stared blankly at the corner of the sleeve for a long time, tears fell drop by drop on it, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He really did too much wrong, and really missed too much.