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

It's getting late.

Sang Nian and Xie Chenzhou returned to the cabin together.

For some reason, she felt awkward.

Xie Chenzhou didn't say anything either, his face was tense.

The air was eerily quiet.

Fortunately, Weiwei ran over with her short legs.

Sang Nian was as if granted amnesty, and showed ten times more enthusiasm than before:

"It's Weiwei, what are you doing here?"

The little girl pulled at Xie Chenzhou's skirt:

"Boat."

Xie Chenzhou squatted down impatiently:

"What are you doing again?"

She took out the wooden bird she always carried with her and placed it solemnly in his palm:

"It protects, the boat, the boat."

Xie Chenzhou glanced at the little bird with a disdainful tone:

"I don't want anything ugly."

Weiwei said: "You, want it!"

After saying this, she didn't give Xie Chenzhou a chance to reply and turned around and ran away.

Xie Chenzhou stood up and looked down at the little bird.

It is half the size of a palm and is carved according to the appearance of a red pheasant.

It is not exquisite, but the lines are simple and smooth, and it can be seen that the sculptor put a lot of effort into it.

...looks indescribably familiar.

Sang Nian also came over to observe carefully.

"Like a child's toy."

She said casually:

"My family also bought me one when I was a kid, but mine was made of ceramic and it could sing, very nicely."

Xie Chenzhou rubbed his aching forehead, and a long-forgotten scene suddenly emerged in his mind.

Was he three or four at that time?

I can’t remember exactly, but it was roughly that age.

The young child sat on the young man's broad shoulders, crying and making a fuss about buying two little birds from the market.

A young woman with a blurred face came over, gently wiped the tears from his face, and spread out her left palm.

She smiled and coaxed him softly:

"Shall we take this little wooden bird?"

The three-year-old Xie Chenzhou pushed her away sobbing and lost his temper at her:

"I don't want this ugly thing, I want a live, jumping, singing bird!"

The woman's tone was slightly more sad:

"Living things will eventually die, but the little wooden bird that mother made will never die. It will stay with you forever and ever."

forever and ever.

Be with you.

Xie Chenzhou's body swayed and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

Sang Nian hurriedly supported him:

"What’s wrong with you?!"

Xie Chenzhou closed his eyes tightly and clenched his hands unconsciously.

The sharp edges of the wood carving hurt my palm.

"It's okay." He said, "Maybe... it's just my imagination."

How could the woman who had abandoned him long ago have such a gentle side?

Everything is just his imagination.

Sang Nian: "Are you really okay?"

Xie Chenzhou caught a glimpse of the concern on her face, curled the corners of his lips, and patiently untied her hair:

"If I say it's okay, it's okay."

Sang Nian: "Oh."

After a while, she mustered up the courage to speak:

"tonight--"

Xie Chenzhou said calmly: "I'll sleep on the floor."

Sang Nian immediately became lively again and said with a smile:

"I'm so embarrassed about this."

Xie Chenzhou: "Then you sleep on the floor."

Sang Nian still looked grinning:

"Okay."

Xie Chenzhou: "Can't you just beg me?"

So, Sang Nian came over and softened his tone:

"Please, Young Master Xie? Brother Xie? Xie--uh!"

She was pulled into a warm embrace, her lips were sealed, and her wrists were pressed on the table.

Accept him with an unreserved attitude.

The young man held the back of her head with one hand, his movements were strong and unprecedented, not allowing her to retreat even a little bit.

He lowered his eyes to look at her face, let go of her just before she could catch her breath, and sat down leisurely.

Sang Nian: “…”

She gave this hypocritical guy a fierce middle finger.

His eyes darkened.

She was prepared, nimbly dodged his hand and stood up quickly:

"Stop messing around, it's almost dark, don't forget what Jingxian said."

Xie Chenzhou grabbed nothing and twisted his fingertips with a look of regret.

Sang Nian said, "Something is bound to happen tonight, so we'd better cheer up."

He said lazily, "I know."

Sang Nian: "Be serious."

Xie Chenzhou sighed and answered word by word:

"knew."

Only then was Sang Nian satisfied.

The sky darkened.

The bright moon rises, and the moonlight leaks through the branches and leaves, breaking into pieces like residual snow.

Sang Nian closed the door tightly, opened the window a little, and looked outside vigilantly.

The village was very quiet, without even the sound of an insect.

"It seems nothing happened." She said to Xie Chenzhou.

Xie Chenzhou sat against the wall holding his sword, his eyes slightly closed:

"hold on."

Sang Nian continued to observe.

In a blink of an eye, it was already midnight.

Countless screams cut through the night.

Sang Nian, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up. She quickly leaned over to look out the window, and her sleepiness instantly disappeared.

After she realized what was happening, she pushed open the window and tried to rush out.

Xie Chenzhou reached out to stop her:

"Danger."

She shook her head and pointed out the window with trembling hands, motioning him to look quickly.

Xie Chenzhou pushed the window open completely and his pupils shrank.

The firelight overwhelmed the moonlight, and everything was dyed an eerie red.

The smell of rust was so thick that it made people sick.

Corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers.

Screams continued to ring out.

The Zhu Yu people fled in all directions, but their lives were still taken away by the cold sword light.

The skull rolled to the window.

On that blood-stained face, those beautiful eyes were still wide open, with a glimmer of tears in them.

Xie Chenzhou looked at him for a moment and recognized him as Qingyu's husband and Weiwei's father.

He looked up at the sky.

In midair, dozens of monks in extraordinary attire stood in the air, each of them was a world-famous grandmaster five hundred years ago.

They stared coldly at the bloody land, without any fluctuation on their faces.

Sang Nian's voice trembled violently:

"what on earth is it?"

Xie Chenzhou held her tightly in his arms and whispered to comfort her:

"It's just an illusion."

Sang Nian: "Fake? I clearly smelled blood..."

He hugged her tighter:

"These are the dreams of the Zhuyu people. They are filled with too much resentment, and we were dragged into it."

The pain has never been forgotten, it has just been carefully hidden in another place.

In the dream, they died just as they did those years ago, night after night.

Never rest.