Lights on the other side

Chapter 86 Even if we meet again

Unexpectedly, Sheng Wuxia was drunk.

He couldn't remember that his drinking capacity was so bad. When he woke up again, the sunset outside colored the entire sky, like cinnabar falling into the water, and then a touch of orange, and finally turned into a piece of silk.

"Ginger love."

Jiang Qing propped her chin with her hand, looked out of the window, and the evening photo fell on him, as if the thin cicada wings were resting on it.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Sheng Wuxia was eager to remember, but his consciousness was still a little unclear.

Jiang Qing turned to look at him: "Don't worry, those things usually come out at night, we just need to wait for them."

He reached out and poured himself another glass of wine.

Sheng Wuxia looked at the hand that took the wine, but he didn't dare to drink any more.

As night fell, there were fewer people on the street, and every house closed its doors.

Looking out from here, Huangdi Town is peaceful, with a dark blue sky covering it, and the breeze lingers inside, touching people's skin.

After a while, a woman's laughter came faintly in the distance, like a silver bell scattered around the ear, and then disappeared like a stone falling into a lake.

"Where is it?" Sheng Wuxia became alert.

"Go out first." Jiang Qing got up and left the restaurant, followed by Sheng Wuxia.

The laughter appeared again, soft and affectionate, like the wind blowing on the thin willows, and the fine willows linger around the heart.

It was late at night, and a few men suddenly appeared on the street that should have been empty.There was an unconscious arc hanging from the corners of their mouths, walking forward like stiff puppets.

Sheng Wuxia saw a few of them in the restaurant today, and they presumably inhaled the enchanting incense.

"Follow them." Jiang Qing quietly followed them.

Sheng Wuxia nodded.

The two followed these people to the outside of the town, where there was a barren scene, a broken bridge, no water under the bridge, only deserted grass and desolation.

Several people set foot on the broken bridge.

There was no sound, and when the silver moon was hanging down, the shadow on the bridge slowly stood up, stretching out a few extremely pale hands from the darkness.

"Come on, look at me."

Seems happy and angry.

The man turned around with a smile when he heard it.

The black hair covered the woman's face, their pale hands caressed the man's chest, slowly teasing, and then suddenly dug into the man's flesh and blood.

Before the man opened his mouth and screamed, his bloody hand had already pulled out a bloody heart.

After the man fell to the ground, the woman wanted to reach out to take his lungs again, but saw that the dead man on the ground had turned into a few white paper figurines, lying there quietly, and the heart in his hand was also turned into shreds of paper.

As soon as the light cleared, their hands were directly cut off.

When the wailing sounded, the woman wanted to flee backwards, but found that the way behind her was also cut off.

Jiang Qing held a dagger and slashed across their throats.

With only one left, she has nowhere to go.

Jiang Qing walked up and asked, "Where is Bai Hehuan?"

The woman knelt and sat there, silent.

Jiang Qing swung her sword and cut off the woman's arm.

"Ginger Love!"

Hearing the woman's shrill cry, Sheng Wuxia couldn't bear it.

"Where is it?" Jiang Qing was unmoved.

"Wine...lou, Hehuan...fragrant." The woman said with a trembling voice.

After listening, Jiang Qing cut off the woman's neck with one force.

"Okay, let's go back."

He wiped off the blood on the sword, raised his head and said to Sheng Wuxia.

The two returned to the restaurant, and in order not to disturb Bai Hehuan, they found the waiter who was sleeping below.

As soon as Xiao Er opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Qing pressing the blade of the sword against his neck, and immediately trembled with fright.

"Two... lord... lord..."

"Don't talk." Jiang Qing threatened.

Then he asked again: "Which room is Bai Hehuan in?"

"On the third floor, the one in the middle of the right turn, son, I told you, don't kill me."

Jiang Qing ignored him, and slashed Xiaoer's neck with a knife, knocking him out.

The two went up to the third floor without stopping.

The corridor was pitch-black, and Sheng Wuxia walked forward carefully with the Frost Sword in his hand. When he reached a room, a scent of acacia radiated from it, refreshing his heart.

Sheng Wuxia gently opened the door, and there were layers of thin white curtains hanging inside.Through the white gauze, he could vaguely see a figure sitting behind him, the silvery moonlight came in from the window, that person was drinking quietly.

"It's him." Jiang Qing said lightly.

Sheng Wuxia stepped forward, raised the white gauze hanging from the floor, raised his wrist, and pointed the sword point directly at the man's heart.

The man turned his head and smiled the moment he saw him.

Without any resistance, Sheng Wuxia's sword was easily sent into the man's body. The blade pierced through the body, stained with blood, and the blood flowed down the edge and fell to the ground.

The smile on his lips hadn't disappeared yet, the man didn't seem to expect that Sheng Wuxia would come to kill him, and there was a touch of surprise in his eyes.

He looked down at the sword piercing through his body, smiled mockingly again, then grasped Liushuang's blade with some pain, and slowly got up while supporting the blade.

"A plea?"

The man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but a large amount of blood overflowed from his mouth.

"What sin?"

"You killed a lot of people."

"Yes, many people have died, and I will definitely be doomed."

"you……"

"I thought you came looking for me."

"Wuxia." Jiang Qing's hand reached out from behind Sheng Wuxia, grabbed his hand, and helped him draw out the sword.

Without the support of the sword, the man fell forward, and Sheng Wuxia subconsciously supported him.

"Sheng Wuxia, Sheng Wuxia."

The man chanted his name and actually shed tears from his eyes.

"and many more!"

Sheng Wuxia raised her hand to stop Jiang Qing's second sword that was about to fall.

"You know my name?"

"So you don't remember me again." The man smiled, tears in his eyes, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

"Why do you always forget about me?" He murmured, his consciousness becoming trance.

Sheng Wuxia went to feel for the pulse in his neck, and there were signs of it being weak, so he quickly bent down and put the person down on his back, then wrapped his arms around his shoulders, sealing the acupoints.

However, the situation did not improve and the bleeding did not stop.

The man said to himself, his voice became smaller and smaller until it was drowned by the blood flowing from his mouth.

Sheng Wuxia gritted his teeth, put his hands on his chest, and channeled mana.

The person in his arms breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head slightly, and stretched out his hand. The blood on his hand left a thick bloodstain between Sheng Wuxia's eyebrows.

"You... missed the appointment... for so many years... I... can't wait..."

He tried his best to finish the sentence, his eyes were dull and his hands slowly slipped down.

Sheng Wuxia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was a feeling in his heart that he couldn't suppress, like it was raining in the boundless world, and he left something in it.

He raised his head in a panic, looked at Jiang Qing who was standing aside, and asked, "Jiang Qing, Jiang Qing, why... why... now... I feel so uncomfortable?"

Jiang Qing looked at him without speaking.

"Jiang Qing, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Wuxia suddenly felt a pain in his head, and those memories that had become ashes were rekindled, they broke through the restraint, and flooded into his brain together.

"Qu Xuese..."

Looking at the familiar face in his arms, he cried weakly.