Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

In the ancient tomb

Shen Cheng's face was pale, and the corners of his eyes were dry. He took off all the silk cloth, made a simple bed for Xie Jing, and put him on it.

It's been two days...he's guarded him for two days...

Shen Cheng stared at Xie Jing's sleeping face intently, he couldn't care how long he hadn't closed his eyes, all of this was not important anymore.

He got up, picked up a curved piece of wood beside him, and walked to the edge of the cliff. Water droplets slowly dripped on the piece of wood along the cliff, making a clear ticking sound.

I don't know how long Xie Jing will be in a coma. He hasn't eaten a ration for two days and is hanging by this mountain spring. If he doesn't come out again, let alone whether there will be any danger in the illusion, this person will also be killed in a few days. Starve to death.

Shen Cheng frowned, feeling a chill in his palms, raised his eyes to see that the spring water had overflowed, then put away his hands and walked back.

No matter what, he had to try his best to extend Xie Jing's life.

Shen Cheng sighed, and before he walked in, he saw the person who was lying well suddenly bleeding from the seven orifices, Shen Cheng was startled, dropped the piece of wood, and rushed to Xie Jing's side.

"Xie Jing! Xie Jing, wake up! Wake up!"

"Damn it." Shen Cheng gritted his teeth, turned Xie Jing over, tapped him on the back a few times, the flow of blood slowed down instantly, but it still popped up from time to time.

"Blood from the seven orifices, catastrophe!"

Shen Cheng's eyes were fixed, and he looked at the coffin placed above the mourning hall.

The heavy rubbing sound of wooden planks was like thunder, Shen Cheng opened the coffin, and all he saw was a skeleton.

The mourning hall is filled with quilt wine, the curtains are tied with concentric knots, and the coffin is embroidered with lovebirds. All signs indicate that there should be two people buried here, how could there be only one?And there is still a wild ghost lingering here, so it could be that the person buried here is really not Mo Luo Yixuan.

Shen Cheng took out a talisman and put it in front of his eyes, and made a pinch. His originally black pupils instantly turned golden, and he could recognize how many ghosts there were by seeing the remaining breath of ghosts.

There are two kinds of breaths floating in the coffin, the purple smoke is the worst, covering the whole coffin, and there is a little white light, which is only as big as a nail shell, which can be easily overlooked if you don't look carefully.

Recovering the black pupils again, Shen Cheng immediately moved to the corpse's left ring finger, and that was where the white light was emitted just now.

"Bone ring?!" Shen Cheng was startled.

The pain of evisceration can be tolerated, I am afraid that the hatred of this wild ghost has reached the point where it cannot be diminished.

Xie Jing, you have to hold on...

fantasy territory

Since the competition in the arena, Xie Jing found that the rhythm of the illusion has been much faster. The original daily life has become a report of major events every year, and the time span is very large.

"It's not good, it's not good, the enemy has raided!!"

"Blow the horn!!"

Xie Jing was lying under a tree and sleeping, when she was suddenly awakened by the noise around her, she opened her eyes and saw that she was actually in the barracks.

Let me go, the scene changes too quickly, why are you in the tent again.

Xie Jing raised his eyes and saw a person sitting on the high platform. At this moment, he could see the person clearly. Isn't this person Yi Xuan?

"Report—the enemy is found ahead!" A soldier ran in in a panic. This scene should be what he saw when he entered the illusion for the first time.

Sure enough, the scene changed, and he was between the two armies again.

Although I have experienced it once, being pointed at with a sword is still very intrusive. Xie Jing was almost scared to death.

Finally, when the horn sounded, Xie Jing felt that she was almost done.

He followed Mo Luo with a ghost face into the camp, and a voice came from behind the screen in the tent.

"Has anyone noticed?"

"Not yet."

After the two asked and answered, a figure stepped out from behind the screen.

After Xie Jing saw who it was, her heart skipped a beat.

Damn, why is Yi Xuan? !Who is this man with a ghost face?Could it be...

The ghost-masked man reached out to take off the mask, and a cold and handsome face fell into Xie Jing's eyes.

Yan Nanzhi? !

Yan Nanzhi put the mask on the table, walked behind the screen with the clothes he had prepared, and when he came out again, he had already changed into loose robes, and his whole body was clean.

Yi Xuan also put on the blood-stained armor: "Nanzhi, thank you for your hard work."

Yan Nanzhi smiled: "It's okay. According to the rules, I, the son of a traitor, is not qualified to go to the battlefield. This will also make me enjoy myself."

Yi Xuan lowered his eyelashes, with a look of guilt flashing in his eyes: "But, you earned military merit for me."

Yan Nan was stunned, and then knelt in front of Yi Xuan: "General, I am your secret guard, and it is my duty to protect you. Going to the battlefield for you is to block those eyeless swords for you. I just did my duty, you don't need to feel guilty."

Yi Xuan pursed his lips and said with moist corners of his eyes: "Nanzhi, when we calm down the border, shall we go back to the capital and open a painting shop? I will make paintings, and you will sell them."

"it is good."

Yan Nanzhi was a prisoner and it was not appropriate to make a public announcement, and he was Yi Xuan's secret guard, so he couldn't easily show his face in front of others, so the two of them just chatted briefly, and Yan Nanzhi left the military tent.

"Master, you are here."

As soon as Yannan left, a man came to the military tent.

"General." Guo Yi saluted, and his eyes fell on Yi Xuan who was wearing armor.

"General, Master Hou flew a pigeon to send a letter, saying that the time has come, and it should be broken if it should be broken."

Yi Xuan was wiping the bloody sword blade in his hand in recognition, and listened to this.

"Father's news is really well-informed. He knew so quickly that we are approaching the last city."

The military master said again: "The marquis also said that he has made the second son the eldest son, and the second son will inherit the title."

"The bastard who brought home halfway?!"

Seeing his gloomy face, Jun Ye didn't speak.

Yi Xuan sneered a few times: "As expected of my father, he pushed people to a dead end. He is telling me to keep my military position, otherwise I will have nothing in the future. He is really my good father."

Jun Ye continued: "Hou Ye did this to prevent the general from causing future troubles, and I ask the general to handle it as appropriate."

Yi Xuan's eyes sank when he heard this: "You write back to him and say that I understand."

"Yes."

In the 32nd year of Jiaxu, the army led by Yi Xuan won a big victory. The enemy army was defeated and fled in a panic. Yi Xuan planned to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and Yan Nanzhi was ordered to fight.

When seeing Yan Nanzhi leading the military order, Xie Jing really wanted to rush up to stop him, and he did, but unfortunately all he could do was just watch Yan Nanzhi pass through his body .

All of this is just a chess game arranged by Yi Xuan, what is chasing after the victory, the chasing is not the enemy at all, there are a large number of hidden guards ambushing in the deep mountains, waiting to take the head of his head and replace him The position of the Yi family army.

The so-called brotherhood is nothing but a stepping stone in front of power...

Xie Jing looked at the person sitting on the high platform, his eyelashes drooping, and his expression was completely invisible. He had been like this since he gave the order, and the atmosphere in the tent was bitingly cold besides being depressed.

Every minute and every second is hard to bear. Xie Jing was holding her heart in fear, when suddenly the bench on the stage rang, Xie Jing was startled.

"Prepare the horse!!"

Yi Xuan picked up the sword on the table and rushed out.

The military master was taken aback, and hurriedly shouted: "General! General!!!"

Xie Jing also panicked: "Yan Nanzhi, send me there quickly!"

After Xie Jing shouted, no one answered.

He went on to say: "I know you are Yan Nanzhi, if you come out, at least give me a word!"

Suddenly there was a sneer in my mind: "You want to see me die that much?"

Xie Jing froze for a moment: "You..."

The wild ghost smiled: "Look, look, anyway, everyone who saw me die is dead."

Before Xie Jing could react, he had already come to a small hillside, and all he could see was a vast fire.

"This is……"

The wild ghost said: "Did you see it? I am the one standing in the fire."

Xie Jing said anxiously: "Why don't you resist, don't you run away?! Are you standing there waiting to die?!"

The voice of the wild ghost was surprisingly calm: "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. Do you know the feeling of being disheartened?"

Xie Jing didn't speak again this time, feeling disheartened...he knew...

The roar of the horse came from the side. Looking sideways, I saw Yi Xuan fell off the horse. Before he had time to stand upright, he ran down the mountain anxiously, but he stumbled and fell to the ground again, breaking his knee and his face. There was also a slit on it.

Then the roar of the horse resounded throughout the hillside, and the military master also arrived.

Xie Jing said to the wild ghost: "He seems to regret it..."

The wild ghost looked at this scene, and his voice was still calm: "Do you know why I let you psychic?"

Xie Jing was taken aback: "Why?"

The wild ghost said: "Because I still have Yi Xuan's soul in my body."

Xie Jing looked at him in disbelief: "What did you do afterwards?"

The wild ghost answered irrelevantly and asked, "Actually, I just want to see if this man has any regrets about his choice."

After speaking, the wild ghost smiled at Xie Jing: "Remember what I said earlier? Everyone who saw me die will die, including you."

The wild ghost put away his smiling face, Xie Jing felt his scalp go numb, and before he had time to ask, the wild ghost disappeared before Xie Jing's eyes.

"Enjoy the last plot I have arranged for you, human."

"Yan Nanzhi! Yan Nanzhi!!"

"Xie Jing!" Shen Cheng looked at Xie Jing who suddenly coughed up blood, and hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the corner of his clothes in a panic.

"Yan Nanzhi... Yan Nanzhi..." Xie Jing kept mumbling.

Yannan's...

Shen Cheng's gaze sank, as expected he guessed right, the memories of the two were all attached to Xie Jing alone, Xie Jing was probably at the limit of what his body could bear.

Shen Cheng hugged Xie Jing tightly, and begged: "Xie Jing, you have to hold on, you must hold on, I'll save you, I'll find a way to save you."

Shen Cheng took a look at the ring in his hand, and then he clenched it tightly, the spikes on it pierced Shen Cheng's palm full of blood.

Yi Xuan, it's up to you whether you can save Xie Jing, help me Yi Xuan, help me stop Yan Nanzhi.

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