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Wang Xi: He has lived for more than a hundred years, but he doesn't remember his clansmen or himself.

PS: There will be a Spring Festival congratulatory message tomorrow

Qu Liying's eyes followed Gan Yi back and forth in the hall several times, the sound of footsteps falling in her ears was no different from hypnosis, and she didn't know whether it was to comfort Gan Yi or herself, she opened her mouth Said: "Meng Qian has never been indifferent to the Lord, so he shouldn't disobey the orders of the Lord this time. Maybe it's just a sudden important matter in the army..."

"The truth is that he is worried about his loyalty!" Gan Yi said angrily, "When Su Shengyi covered the sky with one hand in the past, he dared to challenge Gu Laiqiu and never restrained himself. Finally, he hoped that Su Shengyi would die. Where did he go? Can you still make a big conspiracy if you can't bear it?"

"But I don't understand, my lord has always regarded Gu Xiaowu as an ant, why is he walking on eggshells now?"

"I want to ask you something."

"Sir, please speak."

"Even if your daughter betrays you, can you kill her?"

Qu Liying was speechless.

At the right time, the butler outside the door rushed to report: "I searched all over the prime minister's mansion in the military camp, but I just didn't ask about Commander Meng! The two men who were originally staying at the mansion also disappeared for no reason. However, the guy cutting firewood at the back door saw Commander Meng going out with two hooded figures..."

Gan Yi was furious and threw the teacup: "Call all those freeloaders in the house to the truth!"

The butler was in a hurry and obediently withdrew.

Nangong Yuqi stood tall and straight, with the sword finger of his right hand resting on the center of Qiyue's eyebrows. Chang Ming had already sent Chu Guangliang and Xing Sheng to find Lu Qiu Eryang urgently. Hurriedly picking up the comatose Yijing, seeing that his senior brother was busy with the killer, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He wanted to call his senior brother several times, but Nangong Yuqi's unfocused appearance made him swallow the words painfully, and he couldn't bear to live. Looking at Yijing Yixi's aging face.

Nangong Yuqi finally withdrew his hands and stepped forward to hug the unconscious Qiyue.

"Brother!"

Nangong Yuqi tilted his head slightly, seeing Chang Ming's appearance of weeping in the corner of his eyes, he finally turned his head away unbearably, and shook his head silently.

"The lifespan of ghosts for generations is too short to stand, not to mention his lifespan is already long... Now that the power of the ghosts is stimulated every day, it will definitely lead to such evil results." Nangong Yuqi looked down at Qiyue and said hoarsely: "I can only hope that Qiyue wakes up as soon as possible , if you are lucky enough to remember the past, there may be a glimmer of life."

"Who are you talking about?" Chang Ming heard a familiar name, looked at his brother's back in disbelief, and asked, "Qiyue?"

"Severo Qiyue."

"He's not..." A person who should have died a hundred years ago.

"I don't know how he survived to this day, but if I could have known that he was still alive one day earlier...how could the Sifulo family come to this day?"

"What about this young man? He also has a pair of scarlet eyes. Could it be that he is also from the Sifuluo family?"

Nangong Yuqi pondered for a while, not knowing the truth, but Qiyue woke up quickly.

"I remember you..." Qiyue said hoarsely, her eyes slowly fell on Nangong Yuqi.

"Do you remember me?" Nangong Yuqi said in surprise, "Are you awake?"

"I don't remember you..." Si Fuluo Qiyue shook his head in pain, "This face is very familiar, but I can't remember your name..."

"Nangong Yuqi."

Qiyue didn't respond to him.

"Then what do you remember?"

"Only the knife, and blood, and Si Fuluo."

"Qiyue...ancestor", Chang Ming called him tentatively, causing the two people beside him to turn their heads back, "His name is Sifuluo Yijing, he is a descendant of the Sifuluo clan, after the power of demons and ghosts is activated, he is only dying, you Is there a way?"

"Ghost..." Hearing this address, Qiyue narrowed his eyes slightly. Compared with his hundred-year-old Er's face, Yijing was more like the person who wasted time.

Qiyue's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Blood."

"Blood?" Chang Ming and Nangong Yuqi asked in unison.

"Drinking blood can save ghosts."

Nangong Yuqi suddenly understood the frightening truth.

Li Changming, who suddenly felt that the willows were dark and bright, didn't think too much about it, but decisively drew out the dagger with his right hand, and was about to stab his left hand.

"useless."

Qiyue's voice stopped him, and a trace of grief flashed across Nangong Yuqi's face.

"Your blood is not enough, you need more people, hundreds of thousands. After he wakes up, if he can drink five buckets of human blood every month, he will live for a hundred years. If he loses a bowl or a drop, he will not be able to escape madness. sooner or later."

"Boom!—"

Chang Ming stared blankly at Qiyue, his right hand trembled because he couldn't hold the dagger steadily and dropped it to the ground, but the dull sound only got a long silence.

He had no choice but to bury Yijing.

"Use my blood." Qiyue said lightly.

"Qiyue!" Nangong Yuqi subconsciously reached out to stop him, but withdrew his hand again.

"You know my name...but I still don't remember your name." Qiyue moved the corner of her mouth, as if she wanted to show a wry smile, but the sluggishness left on her face by the years was still lingering.

"You don't have enough blood." Chang Ming bit his lower lip and spoke with difficulty.

Qiyue said, "Maybe it's enough. I'm the ghost with the longest lifespan."

"But..." Nangong Yuqi whispered in his ear.

"Although I don't remember you, I remember all the efforts that the Sifuluo family made for the ghosts in the past... When you woke me up, those cries and deaths flooded up... I have lived for more than a hundred years, killing people. Like numbness, drinking countless blood... completely reduced to a heartless walking corpse, I should be the one who has committed the most serious crimes."

"You don't know what you're doing!" Nangong Yuqi said, heartbroken, "Who caused you to be like this!"

"But I know now." Qiyue said to Nangong Yuqi in a flat tone, propped himself up, intending to walk towards Yijing.

"Don't come here!"

Qiyue stopped in her tracks.

Finally, Chang Ming couldn't even hide his crying, but he still wiped away his tears, resting his forehead on Yijing's shoulder, unable to find the warmth of the past, so he could only cry in a low voice.

"Live... Take that young man to Huacheng to find your clansmen, no one will torture you anymore."

Chang Ming thought, the years to come will only torture me alone.

Then he completely lost consciousness.

Nangong Yuqi watched Qiyue put down Chang Ming slowly, and asked himself: "What's this person's name?"

"Li Changming."

"What about him? Sifu Luo Yijing?"

"Correct."

"It's from Jing Zi's generation, he should be Wang Xi's uncle." Qiyue chuckled lightly, and picked up the dagger that Chang Ming had abandoned on the ground, "I don't know what he will be like in the future, but if he still needs to rely on human blood Let the suzerain of this generation imprison him... or execute him in secret."

Qiyue looked up at Nangong Yuqi who had already been expressionless, and said to him: "I still haven't thought of you, maybe I will know who you are after a while... Take Chang Ming and Wang Xi and leave for now, later Come pick up Yijing again."

"Didn't you say you'd remember who I am after a while?"

"Don't get your hopes up. Go, don't watch me die."

"Where's Qiyue?" Wang Xi opened his eyes in a daze, and asked before he could see who the people in front of him were.

"He's dead," the man said to him.

Wang Xi suddenly jumped up from the bed.

Nangong Yuqi glanced at him, and then said, "To save your uncle."

"My uncle?"

"If you can still move, come with me."

Going out and turning around a corridor, the two stopped in front of a door one after another, and heard a person inside say weakly: "But what should I do? You can't be red-eyed at the sight of blood, won't people notice this sooner or later?"

"I'll find another way to do this." Nangong Yuqi pushed the door open and walked in, helping Xingcheng to sit down. When Yijing saw the two coming, he reluctantly stood up to greet them. His eyes wandered back and forth between the two, and finally turned to Nangong Yuqi said: "I feel like old friends at first sight with my husband."

"At that time, you were still young. I went through the Lost City occasionally to visit the Sifuluo family, and your family Junqing found a ghost, please help me."

"Thank you sir for saving your life." Yijing saluted deeply, but Nangong Yuqi shook his head and waved his hands, just asking Yijing if he knew Wangxi.

"Changming told me," Yijing asked Wangxi, "What's your name?"

"My name is Wangxi." Wangxi raised his eyes and saw that he seemed guilty, so he comforted him, "Mr. Nangong told me clearly about the matter of Qiyue, so there is nothing wrong with it... If he is dead, uncle can live a good life." , for him, it might not be a relief."

"What is the explanation for this?" Yijing had other guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out, so he had to ask him: "Where is your family? Are there any other clansmen?"

"Sifuluo clan, why would you ever want Junqing to see your son with such scarlet eyes?" Wang Xi asked back: "If you can know that the clansmen who escaped from birth in the past have a peaceful life, give birth to offspring, and have a happy family, those Those who die are suffering, and there is no regret."

Yijing was about to ask carefully, but Changming walked in and told him, "Brother Chengjing is here."

When the news of the burning of the Yellow Springs Forest spread to Huacheng, Cheng Jing felt restless day and night, and finally bid farewell to Ji Liudan who came in the starry night. When he saw Yi Jing, he still described it as haggard, and his scarlet eyes made him full. sad.

Xing Cheng said that he would go out to see Chu Guangliang, so he would not disturb these people and talk about the past.

Some escaped from birth, but others fell forever.

"All the clansmen who stayed behind were arrested by Yan Qiguo, even Qiyue was no exception. They discovered the power of ghosts in Qiyue, and after the country was subjugated, they took the Sifuluo people to hide in the forest of Huangquan in an attempt to make Qiyue Those clansmen gave birth to more ghosts for them, hoping to restore the country."

"They didn't die?" Cheng Jing felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Neither dead nor alive," Wang Xi said in a flat tone, "There are only three kinds of people in that isolated Huangquan forest, the high-ranking people, the few ghosts, and Sifuluo, who is not as good as pigs and dogs—no one remembers. Whose name is it? It’s just called ‘Sfuruo’. Sfuruo was bound by those heavy iron chains when he was born, just like a cow and a horse waiting for a leash when they fall to the ground. His whole life is only labor and sex. ...Sifu Luo had more and more children, and their iron chains were no longer enough, so they decided to kill those who could not bear any more children."

There was only silence in the room, but Yijing heard the crying and longing vaguely from a distance. He knew that it was just his own auditory hallucination, but Wangxi's calm voice was like endless darkness, numb. , Desperate, people can't see the left and right, can't see themselves, just look around with the instinct of the eyes, and finally fall into a long sleep tired.

"They accidentally discovered that if a ghost fails to drink human blood in its thirties, it will die insane, so those who live longer than 30 years old don't need to waste food. When a ghost is born, they find that the ghost Eyes can be awakened after the age of six, so those clansmen who are born weak and not conducive to childbearing can't live until the age of six, and then they find that the ghost can only be the master of Xing..."

"Stop talking!" Chang Ming finally couldn't bear to listen any more.

Wang Xi glanced at him, and said: "Every surprise they have is the knife that slaughtered Si Fuluo. Those dead people shouted at Qiyue, hoping that Qiyue would wake up again after drinking their blood , but their blood is only in exchange for seven hundred years of lost souls."

"He lived for more than 100 years..." Nangong Yuqi whispered the fact beside him.

"Yes, more than 100 years." Wang Xi moved the corner of his mouth, but it was piercing pain, "The ghost should not be able to survive, but he has been tortured by those people for a long time. He doesn't remember anyone, and he doesn't remember himself. Relying on the instinct of survival to drink blood, prolonging his lifespan, has also become their pride, but only one Qiyue is not enough, if you want to restore the country, you need more demons."

Chang Ming wanted to ask him a lot, wanted to ask him, is there no way out?Is it irresistible?How many people have died over the years?

But he knew in his heart, why bother to ask.

He didn't know what kind of situation Wang Xi was talking about day and night, and he didn't want to see the blood dripping. He subconsciously looked at the restful scene and the successful scene with his head bowed silently. He was only thinking about the two resignation letters. Going far away, no matter Jiang Yuan enters the court or is alive and Xingzhu is in power, he will be the wind and rain outside the window, even if he is living a life of being looked down upon when he was young.

Even if he is destined to be a worthless Jiang Yuan who can be bullied by others in this life, he doesn't want to see Yijing become the second Sifu Luo Qiyue - if the imperial court finds out about this, they must not let Yijing go.

The time when he rode the battlefield in the past allowed him to die proudly, but now the world is falling and the earth is falling apart, so he begged to live in humiliation.

But living is too difficult.

Organize your thoughts:

1. Ghosts generally don’t live to be 30 years old, but Yijing is now 40 years old;

2. As explained earlier, Nangong Yuqi knew Yijing and helped Yijing suppress his talent, otherwise Yijing would also be crazy and bloodthirsty, and die young;

3. When the three goblins gathered at the table, Yijing's goblin power was fully activated immediately, so he died quickly, and Wangxi didn't die because he was under 30 years old, and Qiyue didn't die because he drank blood all year round;

4. 100 years ago, Qiyue, as the suzerain, sent his clansmen to escape, but he and some of them were captured by the subjugated people. He could run away, but he couldn't let his clansmen who were in trouble with him leave them alone, and was tortured like this in the end;

5. Meng Qian's investigation of Huangquan Forest is also one of the triggers.He sent troops to surround the Yellow Spring Forest, making the Sifuluo family think that they were going to become slaves from the old dynasty to the new dynasty. They realized that they could not get rid of this fate and had nowhere to escape. The last fire and the subjugated people To die together also breaks the concerns of the demons and ghosts, allowing them to be free forever.