I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

Sang Nian stared at him for a long time, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared:

"What's the meaning."

Xie Chenzhou said softly:

"Kunshan Jade cannot seal away disaster."

What Kunshan Yu can do is to merge him with the disaster.

The real seal is him.

Sang Nian frowned, as if she wanted to cry, but after trying for a long time, her eyes were still dry.

"Why can't I cry?"

As she spoke, she felt empty inside, as if there was a big hole in her heart and wind was blowing in.

Xie Chenzhou curled his lips at her:

"Isn't this good? This way, you won't feel sad for me."

Sang Nian understood immediately:

"It's you."

"What did you do to me?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Xie Chenzhou stood up:

"Don't be afraid. I just... sealed your consciousness."

"From now on, you will never be sad or upset again, even if... I die in front of you."

Sang Nian's voice was hoarse:

"Xie Chenzhou, what did you say?"

"I can't seal him for long."

Xie Chenzhou took a step closer to her:

"Nian Nian, complete what the gods of the past failed to accomplish."

Completely destroy that container.

Only then can this catastrophe be truly over.

Sang Nian couldn't stop retreating.

Xie Chenzhou said: "Nian Nian, be obedient."

As he spoke, another soul rampaged within him, fighting fiercely for control of this body and nearly succeeding several times.

His face didn't look good, but his tone was still gentle:

"time is limited."

Sang Nian suddenly covered his heart, bent over and gasped violently.

She was indeed no longer sad.

But her heart... aches.

"Thank you Chenzhou..."

She spoke with difficulty, her voice filled with confusion:

"Why? Why did you end up like this?"

Xie Chenzhou held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes with a sad look:

"Nian Nian, I have never been innocent. Countless people have died because of me over the years."

"And they should have a good future."

Sang Nian kept shaking his head:

"It's not like that, it's not..."

He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers, his voice very low, almost whispering:

"Xie Chenzhou has committed all seven sins in this life, and is entangled in the sin of killing. He deserves... to die."

Sang Nian seemed to have lost his voice. He moved his lips but could not say anything.

Obviously, she wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to... wanted to beg him not to do this.

But her throat seemed to be clogged with cotton, and she couldn't say even a single word to him.

"Nian Nian," he nuzzled her nose, "all the dead will come back."

"Zhu Yu clan, Xiao Zhuochen, Chu Yao, and Chun'er, they will all come back to accompany you, you will never be alone."

So, even if I'm not there, it doesn't matter.

Sang Nian's breathing became increasingly difficult, but she still couldn't shed a single tear.

She finally found her lost voice and spoke word by word:

"I only want you."

Xie Chenzhou calmed down.

She clutched his sleeve like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.

"Xie Chenzhou, I only want you."

After a long time, Xie Chenzhou sighed, and in her pleading eyes, he slowly pulled back his sleeves.

Her palms felt cold, and her heart also felt cold.

A broken blade was placed in her hand. It was cold and sharp, but strangely it did not hurt her.

This is Xie Chenzhou’s natal sword from three hundred years ago.

Ever since it was stained with her blood, the spiritual light lingering on the sword became dimmer day by day, and soon after, it shattered.

Only this broken sword blade is left.

Now, it is once again stained with its master's blood.

The blade trembled and began to resist weakly.

Soon, it became as quiet as the girl who held it, unable to move.

Xie Chenzhou stroked her cheek gently:

"I used to think about death a lot, but after being with you, I feel lucky every day that I survived."

"Nian Nian, you taught me what love is."

Sang Nian closed her eyes, her eyelashes drooping, hiding the despair in her eyes.

"Life is too long, forget it sooner."

On the boundless snowfield, the sky was filled with aurora like a long river. The young man in black opened his arms to her and hugged her gently.

Bright red blood dripped, burning a small hole in the soft snow.

His body slid down little by little, Sang Nian lowered his head stiffly, and even forgot to breathe.

The young man half-knelt on the ground and stretched out his bloody hand with difficulty, not knowing whether he wanted to touch the ring on her finger or her face.

Countless ashes flew away from his body, but they were not completely burned out and still carried orange-red sparks.

The hand never touched her.

The blood melted the snow under his feet, and many small pieces lay in the pool of blood, waiting to be picked up.

After a long, long time, Sang Nian opened his palms.

There was a cluster of extinguished ashes.

Those were the ashes of someone she loved.

But when she looked at it, her heart felt numb, without any sorrow, just a deep sense of emptiness.

——This was his last gift to her.

She was silent for a while, then slowly squatted on the ground and picked up the things that had fallen from Xie Chenzhou one by one.

Plum candy, good luck charms, small shells...

She paused with her fingertips and opened the shell.

There is a pearl hidden inside, shining brightly.

Sang Nian placed the cluster of ashes next to the pearl, closed the shell, and held it tightly against his heart.

"Click——"

It was like a shattered mirror, and the world she lived in was shattered bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, the aurora disappeared and she returned to the forest.

She was still the only one in the forest.

It was as if time had gone back, the ruins on the ground flew up, and the collapsed huts reappeared.

She bent down and picked up the unfinished book.

The sky darkened and then brightened, the stars moved, and the sun and the moon shot out like bullets.

After an unknown amount of time, the restless space and time finally stabilized.

Sang Nian lowered his head and turned the page to read the last line of words on the last page.

"When the gods fall, all things come to life."

He had already chosen his own ending.

All things are born, only he dies.

Sang Nian laughed, threw the book away, and stumbled out holding the shell.

Where are you going?

she does not know.

What to do

She doesn't know either.

She walked and walked like this, and when she came to her senses, she was standing in front of the Qingzhou City Lord's Mansion.

The crowd was bustling, and several servants shouted loudly:

"Today is our eldest daughter's sixteenth birthday. The city lord has specially ordered that wealth be distributed to accumulate blessings for her. Anyone who sees it will get a share!"

"Crash-"

Spiritual stones fell like raindrops.

Everyone was scrambling to grab the items, but Sang Nian was just staring blankly.

On the stairs, the man in purple stood with his hands behind his back, looking cold.

Noticing Sang Nian in the crowd, his eyes paused.

"elder brother!"

Behind him, a girl in a green dress hurried through the gate, followed by a little maid who looked cute and innocent.

The girl hugged the man in purple and cried breathlessly:

"I finally see you again. You don't know what a terrible place I went to and what a terrible person I met. I was wrong. I will never run away again..."

The man in purple looked at a loss, and comforted her with a look of half surprise and half heartache.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you having a nightmare?"

The girl sobbed, "It's scarier than a nightmare."

He subconsciously touched her head, was stunned, and looked at his hand, not understanding why he was like this.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at the crowd again.

The person he had just seen had disappeared, as if it was just his illusion.

In my ear, my sister asked curiously:

"But when did we get a tree in our backyard? It's grown so big that it almost covers the house."

He rubbed his brows. Tree? What tree? When was a tree planted in the backyard?

The servant said attentively:

"Are you going to cut it? Don't disturb the young lady from basking in the sun."

"...No need."

He whispered:

"Just let it grow there."

"pretty good."