The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

3.

I saw a man in a white prison uniform standing in the clutter on the ground. He was about 50 years old. His face was pale and lifeless. The broken wound around his neck was sewn with rough threads. Only a pair of blood red eyes gleamed sinisterly. of light.

Chen Kuang saw Wraith's face clearly, his arms loosened and he slumped on the bed: "Qin... Qin Taifu..."

The resentful spirit gave Chen Kuang a hard look, showing his murderous intent.

It divided into three again, two rushed to stop Gu Zhizhou and Fu Ziqiu, and the other rushed towards Chen Kuang.

Fu Ziqiu drew a spell out of thin air, and a few long nails suddenly shot out from the ring between his fingers, directly nailing a clone of the wraith to the pillar.

Over there, Gu Zhizhou pierced with a slanted sword, and the silver-blue sword light flashed, and immediately pierced the clone standing in front of him.

Wraith flung herself on the bed, one of her skinny and white arms was broken, the cut was filled with black air, there was no flesh and blood inside, only empty skin and a skeleton.

It raised its other hand, and the black air turned into a black ribbon, wrapping around Chen Kuang's neck very quickly, and then clenched its fist tightly, with just a little more force, it could tear off Chen Kuang's head.

Gu Zhizhou slashed at him with a sword, and the sword energy cut off the continuous evil energy like a strong wind, and the black ribbon immediately fell apart.

The resentful spirit was unwilling to let it go, and the resentment rose to the peak, gushing out from under the palm.

Gu Zhizhou immediately blocked it with his sword, and the wound on his shoulder burst open instantly, blood splattered, and the resentment penetrated into the flesh and blood along the wound, and there was a burst of bone-piercing pain.

In Fu Ziqiu's hand, a round fan was transformed into a fan with a long handle. The fan surface was made of black gauze, inlaid with golden acacia, and the fan bones were adorned with a few strings of tassels, which swayed with his movements.It is rumored that the demon king has a ghost fan called "Lan Ting", which can make ghosts fly away with one blow.

Holding the fan and waving, the cold and devilish energy pierced through the skin like a steel needle and a sharp arrow, and the wraith was overturned, and soon there was only an empty skeleton left.

It's funny to say that the two haven't seen each other for 100 years, and when they met, they confronted each other, and the gully in their hearts was deeper than the sea.He only thought that he would never see each other until death, but he didn't expect that today is different from the past, and they can fight side by side again.

The black-red devilish energy is entangled with the azure blue aura, as if inseparable.It permeates finely and inch by inch, from the flesh to the bone and blood, lingering and lingering.

The situation reversed.

Wraith gradually became overwhelmed.

Fu Ziqiu was the first to stop, and the black ring came out from his finger. It spun in mid-air and became bigger. It moved to the top of the wraith's head, and it was about to lock it.

A small stone hit from the side, and with a "thump", it forcibly smashed the ring away.

Fu Ziqiu reached out to catch it, and the ring quickly shrank and slipped back between his fingers.

Another shadow engulfed in black air came out from the crack of the window, cut off Gu Zhizhou's attack with one palm, quickly grabbed Wraith by the collar, and took it back two steps.Then he raised his hand and waved his feet, sporadic flames ignited from the ground, directly blocking Fu Ziqiu's rushing footsteps.

Gu Zhizhou was about to step on it without thinking, but Fu Ziqiu grabbed him.

"Don't go," Fu Ziqiu clasped Gu Zhizhou's forearm: "This fire can burn the soul."

Gu Zhizhou abruptly took back the steps he had taken, and the black shadow took the opportunity to jump out of the window with the resentful spirit to escape.

Fu Ziqiu let go of Gu Zhizhou, silently squeezed the formula, the black fan glowed red, and then he slapped his feet.

Within a few breaths, the fire was extinguished, leaving only a wisp of green smoke.

Seeing that the fire was extinguished, Gu Zhizhou immediately chased him out, but this time Fu Ziqiu did not stop him.

He walked up to the golden pillar on which a clone of the wraith was nailed, took out a Qiankun bag from his waist, and put it in.

After dealing with all this, Fu Ziqiu was just about to appease the frightened old emperor when the sound of a long sword falling to the ground suddenly came from outside the room.

Fu Ziqiu frowned, snapped his fingers to make the emperor fall asleep, and then pushed the door and walked out.

Going down the long steps, Gu Zhizhou didn't walk very far, Xiaohe lost its luster and fell to the ground a little slumped.His back shoulder was stained with blood, and his navy blue coat was torn by sharp claws, exposing the hideous flesh and blood inside.

Embarrassed, dazzling, and somewhat unspeakably pitiful.

Gu Zhizhou's feet were a little soft, and as soon as he went out, he saw the guards lying on the ground.

The black shadow and the wraith vanished without a trace in an instant, Gu Zhizhou didn't catch up, he couldn't even hold his sword after walking a few steps, and leaned against the stone platform, clutching the wound on his back shoulder.

He was a little anxious, unwilling to let go of the resentful spirit, more because Fu Ziqiu was in the room a few steps away, he was always proud, and he didn't want to be so embarrassing in front of that person.

Gu Zhizhou stimulated the true energy in his body, and a ray of pure spiritual power flowed into his palm, and he was about to put it on his shoulder to heal his wounds, when suddenly a palm wind swept over him, blowing his spiritual power into thin air.

The force was not heavy, but he was thrown sideways, and he was suddenly tilted on the stone platform.

Fu Ziqiu hurriedly walked over from behind, Gu Zhizhou became even angrier when he saw him, and immediately said, "What the hell are you doing!"

But Gu Zhizhou's face was pale at the moment, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his imposing manner was slightly inferior, like a kitten who was anxious to scratch someone after being provoked.

"How dare you use your spiritual power with resentment in your body, do you want to die?" Fu Ziqiu said, grabbing Gu Zhizhou's back with both hands, and tore open a hole.

Gu Zhizhou was startled, and quickly covered his shoulders.

"Fu Ziqiu!" Gu Zhizhou roared in a panic, without any strength: "Why are you crazy!"

Fu Ziqiu slapped that hand away and sneered, is this person mentally ill?I really think about it a lot, I haven't seen it before taking a bath together all day long, I don't know what it is to be hypocritical.

The wound on Gu Zhizhou's back was extremely deep, thick bones could be seen faintly, and there was also a fierce black aura.It stands to reason that with Gu Zhizhou's cultivation base, ordinary resentful spirits can't hurt him at all, even if they are hurt, they should heal themselves after a while, let alone such an injury.

Only the fierce ghosts who sacrificed their souls to hell, in order to achieve the obsession imprinted in their hearts before death, grow stronger in hatred and resentment, and turn into extremely vicious vengeful spirits, can they have the ability to hurt the ascended God.

Next to Gu Zhizhou's ear was the roar of embarrassment and anger, but under his palm was a trembling body.

Stained with blood and wounded, but still stubbornly proud, refusing to bow his head to death.

Fu Ziqiu closed his eyes slightly, grasping Gu Zhizhou's slap in greeting, only he knew whether the surge in his heart was a turbulent wave or a stormy wave, but what he spit out was rain hitting the plantain: "I'm not that interested in you."

The eight words hit my heart little by little, piercing through the thin paper, leaving only wounds that could not heal.

Gu Zhizhou was stunned, going back in time, the warm candlelight filled the lonely room.

The light-colored tulle dimly reflected two overlapping figures on the bed, the smell of alcohol was lingering, and the scorching fragrance was everywhere.The out-of-control man focused on pleasing the body under his palm, wrapping and devouring it, and the overflowing love drowned his head and face.

then what?

A hot slap, a cold and hurt look in the eyes, and a heart-wrenching sentence——

"I'm not that interested in you."

Fu Ziqiu stared at the wound, his brows furrowed into a river, and he didn't know whether he was worried about the wound or the troublesome wraith.

"There is a problem with this wraith."

"I want you to tell me." Gu Zhizhou waved him away, just as the resentful spirit scratched through the flesh, an extremely vicious resentment invaded the tendons along the wound, and he felt something was wrong at that moment.

Gu Zhizhou grabbed the broken rags to cover his shoulders, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Only then did Fu Ziqiu shift his gaze to Gu Zhizhou's bloodless face: "Help."

Gu Zhizhou sneered: "Are you sure you didn't come to see a joke?"

Fu Ziqiu knew that this person was stingy, so he didn't bother to retort: ​​"You can say whatever you like."

When Gu Zhizhou was injured, he would bark his teeth and claws: "Don't be so yin and yang! Let me tell you, the resentful spirits came up from your realm, evil things, evil people, you, the devil, can hardly escape the blame!"

Fu Ziqiu's forehead twitched violently, his thin lips were pursed, his teeth itching with hatred.

Heh, Gu Zhizhou is Gu Zhizhou, this mean mouth is really annoying for a hundred years.

Fu Ziqiu told himself not to be as knowledgeable as this person, and the one who "repays grievances with virtue" smiled back: "Yes, when the evil people catch the evil things, they will plead guilty to the Emperor of Heaven. Don't bother Mr. Xue. You don't have the energy to be ashamed." Worry about whether the two defenders can catch the Wraith."

After hearing this, Gu Zhizhou didn't bring it up in one breath, his chest was stuffy, which made his heart flustered.He was so angry that he couldn't get up or down. After holding it in for a long time, he began to cough, and suddenly a fishy sweetness appeared in his throat. He couldn't hold it back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fu Ziqiu subconsciously supported the crumbling Gu Zhizhou, saw the bright red on his lips, and exaggeratedly expressed surprise: "Are you vomiting blood because of my anger?"

Gu Zhizhou really wanted to hit someone, but he ran out of energy to show his teeth and claws, and the corners of his lips were still stained with blood, and his voice was wrong: "...Get lost."

Fu Ziqiu sneered: "Are you sure you want me to get out? If I get out, you can't even get to the door."

What he said was ugly, but he held Gu Zhizhou's arm and said coldly: "Shut up your stinking mouth and stop the meeting."

Gu Zhizhou was so angry that the veins in his neck suddenly popped up, but he knew in his heart that this was not the time to be arrogant.He kept his mouth shut obediently, put his uninjured shoulder against Fu Ziqiu's chest, and took advantage of the three-point strength of his body to walk in a nonchalant manner.

Walking slowly, Fu Ziqiu looked impatient, but he didn't rush, he was very patient.

That's right, this person has always been patient, and he is the only one who is impatient.

Thinking about it, Gu Zhizhou felt a little dazed, as if a long, long time ago, they also cuddled up to each other, supported each other's injured bodies, and walked through the long years.

When did that happen.

Gu Zhizhou seldom thinks about this, doesn't want to think about it, dare not think about it.Afraid of stepping into it, falling into the cage of memories, and facing the cold reality soberly.

He has been fighting alone for so long, why has he ever needed the protection of others?

He doesn't want it, it's enough to have himself.

Gu Zhizhou refused to leave again, pushing Fu Ziqiu's chest.The shoulders that had just been warmed suddenly left, and even felt a little uncomfortable.He looked at Fu Ziqiu suspiciously, his weak face armed with 12 points of toughness: "I don't need your help."

Fu Ziqiu stood still, the hand that was half encircling Gu Zhizhou's waist moved to his back because of this refusal.He looked at Gu Zhizhou fixedly, eager to tell whether this person's heart was hot or cold.

After watching for a long time, he finally remembered, where does Gu Zhizhou have a heart?His conscience was eaten by dogs, and the patch on this man's chest was completely black.

The hand on Gu Zhizhou's back gradually became stiff. He moved and felt that he should retract it, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the terrible wound, oozing blood and black air.

Therefore, Fu Ziqiu didn't give Gu Zhizhou another chance to refuse, he put his hands across his knees and hugged him up.

Gu Zhizhou didn't expect Fu Ziqiu's actions, his eyes widened: "Fu..."

"Listen." Fu Ziqiu said coldly: "I don't want to touch you at all. There is a difference between you and me. The only remaining friendship is for the sake of Master. You know each other." Come on, accept it when you see it."

The burst of exclamation hadn't stopped yet, Gu Zhizhou couldn't bear the tough and irresistible attitude of this man.Before he could fully react, he heard Fu Ziqiu say a long list, which seemed to be an unbearable warning, and also seemed to be an ultimatum.

But there are so many words, only one sentence caught my heart.

He grabbed Fu Ziqiu's collar with all his strength and pulled the wound on his back shoulder so hard that he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

"You..." Gu Zhizhou slowed down, staring with a pair of eyes, and said viciously: "You are not worthy of mentioning Master."

But Fu Ziqiu laughed out loud: "Whether you deserve it or not, I'm still Master's apprentice, no matter how much you hate me, you can't change it."

Gu Zhizhou suddenly lost his strength, but turned his head to the side stubbornly: "From the day you broke your sword and fell into a demon, you are no longer Lingji's person."

The scabbed scar was torn apart inch by inch, revealing the scarlet flesh and blood inside. It was clear that no more blood would flow out, but the pain at that time could be clearly felt.

Some things and some people are gaps that even time cannot restore. Even though it seems to have been repaired neatly, there are still thin traces left, which seem to show in this way how tragic it has been. No matter how you cover it up afterwards, it is just a self-deceiving whitewash.

Very fake.

Fu Ziqiu didn't distinguish any more, but the color in his eyes became darker.

He carried Gu Zhizhou back to the Dragon Hall nearby, the emperor's bedroom was very big, Chen Kuang was lying unconscious on the bed, Fu Ziqiu put Gu Zhizhou on the soft bed outside.

Fu Ziqiu pulled away the rags on his body, and in just a short while, the wound was already festered by the black air, and the five finger prints that were originally dry and crisp were almost connected into a piece of rotten flesh.

Gu Zhizhou turned his face sideways and asked, "What do you want... um..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Ziqiu suddenly leaned over——

He pressed Gu Zhizhou's shoulder with one hand, wrapped his waist with the other, pressed his cold lips against the shocking wound, sucked lightly, and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

A drop of cold sweat slipped down Gu Zhizhou's graceful jaw, but he tightly clutched the silk quilt under his palm, gritted his teeth, ignored the softness between his lips and tongue, and held back the painful cry that was about to blurt.

Fu Ziqiu didn't make a sound, and concentrated on sucking out the grievance in his wound, without controlling his strength, as if he wanted to complete a task urgently, and then he would die of old age.

Gu Zhizhou's nose suddenly became sore from the severe pain, this scene seemed familiar, he had dreamed it more than once, but the person in the dream was clearly gentle and careful, for fear of hurting him.

At that time, they were still brothers and sisters who loved each other. The first time they went down the mountain to practice, they met the thousand-year-old snake demon.

The two joined forces to fight against the snake monster from dark to dawn, and finally cut off the snake's head and dissected the snake's gall.

That time, they were all injured to varying degrees.Gu Zhizhou was bitten by the snake demon while protecting Fu Ziqiu, and a big circle of blood was biting his ankle.

Fu Ziqiu's anxious eye circles were red, and he smiled and comforted him.

Later, Fu Ziqiu removed his shoes and socks, and held his calf to suck the poisoned blood for him.

Gu Zhizhou didn't stop him, but felt the fiery lips and tongue approaching cautiously, it couldn't be lighter.

The skin on the ankle was fragile and sensitive, and he couldn't remember whether the wound hurt or not. Only the place where Fu Ziqiu had sucked it felt numb, and he could clearly dream about it for many years.

At that time, the temperature on his body was still hot, and the sincerity in his eyes was also frank.Brothers and friends are respectful, and there is no hypocrisy involved.

Fu Ziqiu handled it almost the same, wiping off the blood on his mouth casually, his complexion was too fair, and the red spot was too coquettish.

Then he conjured up a dagger, pointed at the rotten flesh on Gu Zhizhou's back shoulder, and said without emotion: "I dug up this rotten flesh for you, just bear the pain."

The sharp point of the dagger pierced into the flesh, and when it was dug hard, it brought out a stench.

Gu Zhizhou was about to collapse, and the veins on his forehead burst out.Continuous pain spread from his back to his heart, and he wept a tear in the repeated abuse.

The teardrops fell down Xuejun's harsh face, hit the back of his clenched hands, and then flowed along the layer of skin into the silk under the palm, spreading shallow water marks.

Like a drop of rain falling on the desert, it is small and powerless, and cannot even splash the flying smoke when it enters the dust.

It was thinking back then that Fu Ziqiu didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his mouth, he just looked at him and asked nervously, "Zhizhou, does it hurt?"

The dagger cut through the carrion, cut through the palm of his hand, and the dripping blood was smeared on Gu Zhizhou's back without hesitation.

Caress over the bone, and it will grow bone.When it enters the meat, pure blood will be produced.

The underside of the palm turned from uneven to smooth, and in the blink of an eye, the horrible wound was smoothed out, and the skin as white as jade glowed radiantly, without leaving any traces.

The pain of growing new flesh is a thousand times more intense than cutting flesh.

"Hand." Fu Ziqiu said concisely.

Gu Zhizhou loosened his clenched fingertips, that hand was corroded by the will-o'-the-wisp at night, and it was almost rotten.

Seeing that he was not moving, Fu Ziqiu simply grabbed Gu Zhizhou's wrist.

Gu Zhizhou's face was covered with sweat, and he couldn't tell which drop was a tear, he said weakly, "...what are you doing?"

"If you still want to hold a sword, don't talk nonsense."

Fu Ziqiu gave a warning, and directly held Gu Zhizhou's with his bloody hand.

The taste was cold, hard, and stinging.

"Hiss—" Gu Zhizhou couldn't help gasping, and shouted, "Take it easy!"

Probably because the momentum was weak at this time, the voice sounded like a coquettish, Fu Ziqiu gave a "tsk" and said sarcastically: "Mr. Neg Xue is still afraid of pain? I will treat you as a brawn and iron bone, invulnerable."

Gu Zhizhou immediately retorted: "Don't take personal revenge!"

Fu Ziqiu snorted coldly, in the end he had relaxed his grip.After a while, he let go, and the hand had returned to its original shape.

When he got off the couch, the piece of clothing on Gu Zhizhou's shoulder was torn into shape, hanging on his body like a rag.Fu Ziqiu took a look, then looked away, untied the black robe and threw it to Gu Zhizhou, turned around and left without saying a word, not wanting to stay for a moment.

Gu Zhizhou froze in place, slowly shook out the clothes and put them on his body, and tied the knots.

He heard Yan Yun's voice from outside the hall: "Master Mozun? You are here too!"

Gu Zhizhou hurried out: "What's the matter?"

Qi Wu said: "Zi's time has passed, Fulong Formation is stable, and no resentful spirits have left."

"what?"

Fu Ziqiu said: "It's that mysterious man just now, he's not a ghost, so naturally there's no need to be afraid of Fulong Formation."

Yan Yun could hardly speak: "Ah, the resentful spirit has escaped again."

Qi Wu gave him a white look, grasping the key point: "What mysterious person?"

Gu Zhizhou said: "I was about to catch the wraith just now, but a mysterious person suddenly appeared and rescued it."

Qi Wu pondered and said: "In this case, that person is likely to be the person who planned all this behind the scenes. If the blow fails, the resentful spirit will come again, and the emperor will die sooner or later."

Yan Yun said: "Such a big scene, according to the urination of ordinary people, it is time to find someone to get rid of ghosts tomorrow."

Gu Zhizhou said: "Wu Ling has a grudge against Chen Kuang. Just now, when they fought, the mysterious man clearly had the ability to kill him, but he wanted to use the hand of Wraith Ling. I have two guesses: First, Chen Kuang died, and he did a lot to Wraith Ling. The benefit, obviously, is to calm his grievances and greatly increase his strength. Second, there are reasons why the mysterious person can't do it himself, for example, if he does it, we will be able to see through his identity."

"But after the [-]th day, the gate of life is closed, and the way of killing Chen Kuang by resentful spirits is no longer feasible." Qi Wu picked up Gu Zhizhou's words: "Then, they will have to find another way. After tonight, the fate of heaven will increase. Send people to protect Chen Kuang, so they want to get close to him, and then wait for an opportunity to take him out of the palace to let the resentful spirits do it. The best way is to mix with the people who exorcise ghosts. There are many capable people and strange people in the world, and this can hide their identity , can also confuse the public, killing two birds with one stone.”

Several people looked at each other and suddenly made a decision.