Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

At this moment, there was a sound of panic in the room. Listening closely, it seemed that a sword had fallen to the ground, and then two or three people ran out of the room in a panic.

Fu Le thought to himself, didn't the people just now have left, why are there still people running out? Could it be that the story is only now being officially staged? !

At this time, the people who stayed in the house began to talk, and said in a voice: "What should I do, this person seems to be dead."

"Don't panic, didn't we send a few people to ask the general for instructions?

"The general's temper, if he knows that we killed someone, it will definitely not be as good as ours."

"Those people have all gone, what can we do, besides, can we hide the death from the general?"

The people in the room obviously lowered their voices deliberately, but it was heard very clearly in Fu Le's ears. He glanced to the side, Yang Qian was touching his chin with one hand, his brows were knit together, and he thought, "Is someone dead? How come I haven't heard of it?"

Yang Qian raised his foot and walked into the house, Fu Le grabbed him and said, "Don't go in!"

Yang Qian felt a little strange, and turned his face around again, his eyes seemed to say to give him a reasonable explanation.

Fu Le coughed lightly and said, "We've been in the dream for a long time, we have to get out quickly, lest Shen Lang and the others worry."

Yang Qian still hesitated: "I'll take a look first."

As soon as Yang Qian took a step, he was dragged by the corner of his clothes, so he had to stop.

Fu Le said: "Have you not figured out whether this dream is real or not? Is it really a dead person? What if this is a maze, Yang Qian, we have to go."

Seeing his firm gaze, Yang Qian sighed and agreed. As soon as Fu Le led him out of Xiyuan, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

The two soldiers who went out just now walked over to meet an official. Fu Le was stunned and pulled Yang Qian away quickly, but he didn't pull him. Looking back, he saw Yang Qian staring at the official who came over.

Fu Le thought to himself, Yang Qian must have become suspicious, and immediately dodged to block his sight: "Don't be distracted, hurry up and go."

"Bitch," Fu Yangqian called to stop him, "You go first, I'll come back later."

Yang Qian stepped into Xiyuan after the official, but Fu Le tried to persuade him to follow, but it still didn't work.

The official was still telling the soldiers next to him something:

"Don't tell General Yang about this matter. After you take care of the body later, go back to rest and act as if nothing happened. I will deal with the follow-up matters, do you understand?"

"The official is right, we understand."

Yang Qian was a little strange. His soldiers didn't want to tell him that it was justifiable. Why did the officials intervene? What good is it to help them like this.

Seeing that the three of them had already stepped into the house, Yang Qian had just stepped in when he was grabbed by Fu Le who was catching up: "Yang Qian..."

Seeing him obstructing him in every possible way, Yang Qian guessed that this matter would not be simple. He waved his hands on his sleeves and wanted to go in, but he was hugged by Fu Le's waist, and he had to take back the steps he took.

Yang Qian said angrily: "What are you trying to hide from me?!"

"I……"

Before the words were finished, the official came out first, followed by the soldiers, two of them dragged one out.

Fu Le reached out to block his sight, but was pushed aside.

The dead man was pale and pained.The delicate facial features made Yang Qian's heart tremble suddenly. He stared at the corpse, but he didn't recover for a long time.

Seeing this, Fu Le rolled his eyes. This was the first time he saw him after death, and he abandoned it like a shoe. This life was really worthless.

Yang Qian said, "Is that you?"

Fuller didn't answer.

Yang Qian turned around, looked at him and said, "What else are you hiding from me?"

Fu Le shrugged and smiled reluctantly: "The only thing I didn't let you find out, I just don't want you to see me in a mess."

Yang Qian said word by word: "I don't believe it."

Fu Le was startled, then smiled: "Why don't you believe me?"

"If you don't believe it, it's just this one."

Yang Qian's gaze was so burning that Fu Le looked away.

Yang Qian stared at him and continued: "The people sent by Dongyuan have to pass before my eyes. I have never seen you at that time."

Fu Le was taken aback, he wanted to explain, but saw Yang Qian's gaze fell on the bamboo hat in his hand, thinking that he probably couldn't hide it.

Yang Qian walked away, Fu Le said anxiously, "Where are you going?"

Yang Qian raised his voice and said, "Make things clear!"

In a wilderness, the officials stood aside, looking east and west with their necks propped up, as if they were watching out for the soldiers who were busy digging.

Fu Le watched helplessly as his body was randomly thrown into the pit, and with a few handfuls of loess down, it was considered buried.

Fu Le glanced sideways at Yang Qian, and saw that his face was ashen, and he didn't have any other expressions. He didn't know whether to be thankful or sweat, but fortunately, the official didn't say anything.

But Fu Le was not so lucky this time, he would do whatever he wanted.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief after burying the good man. Only then did they feel strange why the dignified official would suddenly help them. One soldier took a knife and put it on the official's neck.

He said coldly, "Why do you, an official, help us?"

The official said calmly, "Put down the knife first."

"You speak first." The soldier pushed the blade in again.

The neck had already been scratched and bled, so the officials didn't dare to hold back and said directly: "I made a mistake in handling this matter. The general actually asked me to send him to Dongyuan."

Fu Le was startled, and thought, "It's over."

He felt a movement beside him, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Qian punched the official's face, but it missed.

Yang Qian slammed it back and forth a few times, and Fu Le realized that something was wrong with him and quickly hugged him: "You are crazy, didn't you see that it was all in vain?!"

Fu Le hugged it vigorously, and finally the person in his arms stopped struggling. Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a trace of cold dripping on his hand.

That brat is crying...

A choked sound came from the top of his head, and Yang Qian's voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for you..."

Fu Le was stunned, his eyelashes drooped, he was dead, so what's the use of being sorry, although his heart hurt like being cracked by a car, Fu Le still said softly: "It's none of your business, you don't know .”

Yang Qian didn't answer for a long time, Fu Le was very worried, and let go of his hand, wanting to see what happened to him.

Yang Qian lost all resistance and fell directly in front of the mound, digging with his bare hands. Fu Le hadn't seen such ruthlessness in a long time.

"What are you doing! Get up quickly! Why plan it?!"

"You can't be buried here. I'll find a good place for you. The woods are gloomy, cold and silent. You're all alone, and you won't be able to talk to someone in the future."

Seeing that he was dazed, Fu Le immediately stepped forward and dragged him: "Stop digging! You are afraid that I will be lonely, so you can just talk to me more in the future, am I still in front of you?"

"It's different..." Yang Qian looked at him: "You were still hot before, but now you are cold."

"Enough—" Fuller roared.

"It's safe in the ground, you are digging my grave now, are you making me a ghost and not rest in peace?!"

Yang Qian explained in a panic: "I didn't mean that..."

"Then you stop me!"

Fu Le's roar finally made Yang Qian stop. His hands were covered with mud, and mud was also on his face.

Fu Le turned his back and glanced at him: "I want to go out now. Your house is so big that I can't find the exit. If you want me to be trapped here for the rest of my life, then you can continue digging."

As he said that, Fu Le took a step first, leaving Yang Qian kneeling on the spot alone.

But this Yang Qian is not stupid, and he can still distinguish the present from the past. Fu Le wandered around the house for half a circle, and Yang Qian came back.

He looked ashamed, and his whole body was listless: "I'll take you out."

Fu Le still wanted to say a few words, seeing him like this, afraid that he would not like to hear it, so he held back.

The moment Fu Le stepped out of the mansion, he felt refreshed and thought: He has finally left here completely.Looking back, I saw Yang Qian was still standing by the door, looking at him with strange eyes.

Fu Le was a little worried, but he still pulled his lips and said in a warm voice, "What are you still doing?"

Yang Qian said very seriously: "I want to stay with you."

"Accompany with whom?"

"Accompany you."

Fu Le didn't need to think about what "you" meant. He was standing by the door and refused to come out. Naturally, what he wanted to accompany was the pile of bones buried in the loess.

Fu Le tentatively said, "Stop joking..."

Yang Qian took a deep look at him, leaving him only a back view, and walked in.

Fu Le rushed forward in shock, but was suddenly bounced open, and an enchantment formed on the door.

No, no, he can't leave him alone.

"Brave man, come out! Come out!"

Fu Le roared, and an invisible force pulled him out of the illusion.

"Fu Le?" Shen Cheng looked at the person who appeared out of nowhere and called out.

Fu Le was still shouting: "Yang Qian, leave me alone! What's the point of you going to accompany Huangtu! It's me who you should pay back..."

Seeing that he was agitated, Shen Cheng immediately held him down: "What's wrong with you? Don't get agitated, calm down first."

Fu Le grabbed Shen Cheng: "Shen Lang, Yang Qian is still inside, he refuses to come out, go and persuade him, persuade him."

Shen Cheng was a little startled and said, "How could Yang Qian be in your dream? Did you see it wrong?"

"No, it's him, even if he was crushed and placed in front of me with a pile of ashes, I can recognize him at a glance!"

Fu Le tugged at Shen Cheng, afraid that he might not believe him.

Shen Cheng frowned: "Why doesn't he want to come out?"

Fu Le lowered his eyelashes, loosened his grip slightly: "It's my fault, the person who should be protected has not been protected, and the secret that should be kept has not been kept."

Shen Cheng sat next to him, but he was also powerless. Neither Yang Qian nor Xie Jing came out. He and Fu Le were just bystanders and could not influence their thoughts. Now, they could only hope that they could do it before the hourglass ran out. Come out smoothly.