Zhu He

Chapter 128

As the sky lantern got higher and higher, the bright red sky gradually faded away. After a long time, the sky returned to darkness again, but Chang Jiaci still looked at the distance reluctantly, as if if he stayed a little longer, the brilliance would still be gone. It can shine, but it is a pity that it still has nothing in the end.

Dong Qinghe on one side had already fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder, but within a short while, warm liquid continued to flow from the place where the two of them were close, and flowed behind Chang Jiaci's ears. A few lines of warmth turned into coldness, flowing all the way into his neck.

Chang Jiaci took out a snow-white juan handkerchief from his bosom, turned around and carefully supported Dong Qinghe's upper body, and familiarly covered the opened handkerchief between the bleeding mouth and nose of the other party, and then took the man from the The pear tree fell to the ground.

Dong Qinghe was a little heavy, Chang Jiaci bent his shoulders and tried his best to get it into the room, and put it gently on the bed.

The decaying body can no longer bear the increasingly restless inner breath, and it is almost common for Chang Jiaci to bleed like this these days, but today the blood is extraordinarily profuse. The bright red has soaked the Juanpa, and also wet the bed under him.

Chang Jiaci had no choice but to wring it over and over again to wipe Dong Qinghe clean. I don't know how many times he went back and forth, and how much water was stained red. Before the sky turned white, the blood finally stopped for a while.

Chang Jiaci leaned tiredly on the head of the bed, looked at the people around him without blinking, and then lowered his eyes to look at something clutched in his hand.

The claw hook of a 梼杌 beast.

Chang Jiaci put it in the palm of his hand and played with it for a while, then put it away, then leaned closer and said to Dong Qinghe: "I heard that we have to eat rice cakes during the Chinese New Year. Fortunately, I made an agreement with the noodle maker yesterday. If I missed it, Just go get it from him, he’s keeping it for me, I’ll go now... Don’t worry, the cooking this time will definitely be better than yesterday, it won’t be burnt, mushy, or...broken, Qinghe , you wait for me, I'll be back in a while...you wait for me."

As Chang Jiaci said, he bent down and kissed Dong Qinghe's blood-colored floating face, turned around and took down the long whip hanging by the bed and the Tianluo knife placed behind the desk, and beckoned to Jiao again. Jiao, and then walked out with three steps and three turns.

Chang Jiaci didn't use floating clouds or teleportation formulas, he just opened the door and walked slowly along the only path in the village.

Along the way, I met many farmers. Because this year is a bumper harvest year, everyone’s faces are full of joy, and there are children jumping and laughing.They all passed by Chang Jiaci, and occasionally looked back curiously at him wearing a gauze hat. Chang Jiaci was wearing the clothes he bought yesterday. The material was not as good as that of Liu Yuanwai. It was just ordinary coarse cloth, but it fit him well. , the robe belt stretches out the thin waist, and walking only makes people feel like walking like a shooting star like walking on auspicious clouds.

"Who is this……"

"Haven't you seen... from the government?"

"Officials don't dress like this, they look like teachers..."

"The teacher in the village is not like this either..."

"...Like a fairy..."

Chang Jiaci walked leisurely amidst such discussions, left the village, crossed a mountain, came to another village, and crossed another mountain... Village by village, mountain by mountain, Chang Jiaci's footsteps Not as fast as before.

Just as he was out of breath and sweating through the back of his clothes, the woodcutter passing by him suddenly stopped him.

"Hey... little brother, little brother..."

Chang Jiaci stopped.

The woodcutter looked at him and lowered his face: "Where are you going, brother? There is no way ahead."

Chang Jiaci asked: "What is no road? Isn't it a road if the foot is well?"

The woodcutter's dark complexion was full of seriousness: "Where did you come from? There are still people in the hundreds of miles around here who don't know if they can't go to the next few villages? Are you going to visit relatives? There is no one in front, only mass graves !"

While talking, he was afraid that Chang Jiaci would not believe him, so he lowered his voice and said, "Two years ago, it was said that a monster descended from the sky, and all the people in the village were killed by the monster! The bones are all piled up there!"

Chang Jiaci looked ahead, then at the woodcutter, nodded and said, "Thank you for the reminder."

"You, aren't you afraid?!"

The woodcutter saw that the young man was still not afraid of death and continued to move forward after hearing such a sincere warning from himself, so he couldn't help but anxiously wanted to grab him, but before he could catch his hand, the figure of the other party flashed suddenly, and then he fixed his eyes again. When I saw it, I suddenly came to the front.

The woodcutter thought he was dazzled, but a young man not far away took off the gauze cap on his head, revealing a pale but beautiful face underneath.

Facing the stunned woodcutter, a captivating smile appeared on his face, and he said quietly.

"I'm not afraid, because... I am that monster..."

Yes, everything here is thanks to him, the collapsed houses, the scorched land, and the villagers who died miserably. In order to deceive Dong Qinghe into the Qinghe Gate as a mortal, he did not hesitate to sacrifice so many innocent lives. , isn't he just a big monster.

Saying goodbye to the woodcutter who was so frightened that he was almost demented, Chang Jiaci came to the ruins and stood still in front of a dry well. There was still a deep pit two feet wide in front of the well. The place where the 梼杌 in the forest came to this place, yes, it was here that he met that unlucky meddling for the first time. , but still want to be a hero, and spoil his own good deeds.

Chang Jiaci opened his palm, and there was a 梼杌 claw hook lying in it, which was given to him by Shen Yuanxiu when he saw him for the last time that day.

Shen Yuanxiu wanted him to come to Changjia Village again.

Chang Jiaci held the claw hook and began to turn around the village. The sun had already set in the west, and the twilight soaked the earth. Just like the woodcutter said, this place is full of bones and ghosts, like a purgatory on earth.

But for Chang Jiaci, who has seen purgatory or has been in it for a long time, the biggest evil spirit is himself.

After stepping over a few clumps of corpses, Chang Jiaci's eyes suddenly flashed. He found two phantom symbols under the eaves. The burnt handwriting seemed to be Shen Yuanxiu's.

Chang Jiaci hurriedly squatted down and searched for it by the side of the talisman. In the silent night, he went around and went around. After searching a lot, he finally found a small porcelain vase under the soil. Chang Jiaci tremblingly put It is held in the palm of the hand.

After hesitating for a long time, he still opened the bottle cap, and in the next moment, a green light appeared in the darkness, drifting scattered, deep and shallow, and finally gathered into a human shape after ups and downs for a while.

One person, one shadow, and two identical faces looked at each other at an arm's length away, and it was Chang Jiaci who spoke first.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. It's not a good time to stay in such a small place."

The shadow wasn't angry, but said, "I know you're not dead, and I know... you'll come sooner or later."

"Do you know that I brought you here?" Chang Jiaci asked.

He Qiran shook his head: "Shen Yuanxiu arrested me."

"Actually, it's about the same," Chang Jiaci said, "He arrested you for me."

"Why?" He Qiran asked.

"Are you willing to listen?" Chang Jiaci also asked.

He Qiran thought for a while and nodded.

Chang Jiaci stepped forward and sat down on the steps beside him, and waved to He Qiran again. The two of them leaned side by side like old friends for many years.

"Because of the Three Souls Curse, you know." Chang Jiaci said, with a smile on his face, shallowly, "There is actually a solution to the Three Souls Curse, and Shen Yuanxiu was hit by it back then, but he... opened."

Then Chang Jiaci narrated Shen Yuanxiu's past to He Qiran. His tone was soft and gentle, as if he was telling a story in a fairy picture book, which was fascinating.

"You mean...the fragments released from the three-soul mirror entered the bodies of several people, and if they were found one by one and used their souls as lures, the broken three-soul mirror could be returned to its place?" He Qiran was surprised. He had only been allowed to stay in Yanmen by You Zhen for so many years, and had no access to outside news. He really didn't know about it, "There are seven souls in total, and you have found six?"

"Yes," Chang Jiaci looked at him.

He Qiran looked calm: "Why do you think the last one is me?"

"Shen Yuanxiu and I searched everywhere before with little success. Shen Yuanxiu said that it was because he didn't know that Dong Qinghe and I were the ones who smashed the mirror of the three souls. If he had known that we were in the formation man, he can take the blood of me and Dong Qinghe, and find out where the fragments of the three soul mirrors are one by one..." Chang Jiaci's expression was also indifferent, as he said, he picked up a branch and drew on the ground. A small formation, and bit the talisman paper with his finger and wrote a few words on it, "I went to Banlun Peak that day, and he told me that he had found the person...Let me find it, he Although he looks half-dead, I know that he never makes mistakes in his work..."

After finishing speaking, Chang Jiaci let go of his hand, and threw the talisman paper into the array, and the eyes of the array flashed with flickering red light the next moment.

"At first I never thought it would be you. After all, you and I are the same source, but then I thought about it, it shouldn't be. Your soul was born on the day we separated, and your birth date in this life is naturally corresponding. and move. So... you see."

"It seems that it is true." He Qiran stared at the scene together with Chang Jiaci intently, and said "hmm" for a while, "But...if the three soul curse can be solved, why is Shen Yuanxiu... still Will he die?" It's not because He Qiran didn't know the prophet, but because of Shen Yuanxiu's expression that day, everyone could tell that his life was not long.

Chang Jiaci was taken aback for a moment, and then sighed: "Because as You Zhen said, sometimes in this world... there is no best of both worlds."

"It turns out that I was greedy," He Qiran laughed, "but it's an ending that can't have both... Shouldn't I rather not have it?"

"Why not? Not everyone has a chance to live again. Only by living can there be hope... Rather than dying together, it's better to put all your eggs in one basket. I can't just sit here and let everyone wait to die together. It's impossible..." Chang A gleam of brilliance suddenly flashed in Jiaci's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. For so many years, survival has almost become Chang Jiaci's instinct, even if this way of life is not for him.

"But... Jiaci, my sister is gone. Do you know what it means to you if I am gone and my soul is incomplete?" A cold front was quietly pressed against He Qiran's throat, but he had no clue. Feeling normal, just looking straight at Chang Jiaci.

Chang Jiaci saw his own eyes in He Qiran's pupils, filled with deep sadness, but he didn't know whether it was his own or He Qiran's.

Chang Jiaci raised the corners of his mouth.

He Qiran knew that he understood, he asked: "Can I... see him again? Secretly."

Chang Jiaci was silent.

He Qiran smiled wryly: "That's fine, that's fine..." As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes.

Chang Jiaci clenched the hand holding the knife tightly, the blade had already fallen into the dark green, he looked at He Qiran's peaceful face, and suddenly said: "Qiran, I'm sorry... without me, your ten lives would be worthless." It wouldn't be so bitter..." If it wasn't for the fact that the other party hadn't been sealed, allowing his own evil thoughts to grow wantonly in Chang Jiaci's body, how could everything have ended up where it is today.

But He Qiran said: "Jiaci, don't you understand? Maybe the first Taoist monk did seal me up, but the foundation of the Soul Cultivation Formation is obsession, evil is obsession, and goodness is also obsession. But obsession is boundless, good people will produce evil, and evil people will also produce good. Good and evil are instincts. Maybe it can be stopped for a while, but how can it be stopped for eternity..."

He Qiran stretched out his hand to caress the dull Chang Jiaci's face.

"And if the obsession really has boundless magic power, then I hope that you are all safe, You Zhen can, the master of the East Gate can... you can too..."

Speaking of this, when he realized that Chang Jiaci's strength to hold the knife was about to loose after hearing this, He Qiran suddenly grabbed Chang Jiaci's wrist and stabbed down hard on his neck!

"Qi...Okay!"

Chang Jiaci suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at the picture in front of him, the long knife fell to the ground with no force!