After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

According to the legend, after death, a person will be guided by the Bianhua to reincarnation. This place does not look like a human world, so he is... dead?

"Is this hell?" he asked, fear now gone.

"Do not."

"Am I dead?"

"No."

No?

"What is this place. Who are you?"

The man was silent and did not answer.

"Patta" a little wetness fell on the bridge of the nose.

It's raining?He stretched out his hand to touch it, and what landed on his fingertips was not water, but a bright red.He licked it lightly.A fishy smell rushed straight to the base of the tongue.

This is not rain, this is blood!

The blood rain turned from small to large, and became pouring in an instant. The thick smell of blood rose from the soil, almost suffocating him, but the red flowers at his feet seemed to have absorbed enough nutrients, becoming more and more coquettish , scorching.

He finally understood the source of that ominous aura.

"The manjusawa flower here was originally a snow-white mandala flower." The man in black said slowly, picked a flower from his side, sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, showing a little nostalgic look.

The rain of blood soaked Fang Qian, but passed straight through the man's body and fell into the soil under his feet.

If Fang Qian didn't feel the danger, he would almost be confused by this beautiful picture.

He asked cautiously, "How did they turn red?"

"Because he died." The man said lightly, and the enchanting flowers between his fingers turned into powder in an instant.

"Who died?"

"Yan Qing."

Yan Qing?Who is Yan Qing?

He knew that this man was not an ordinary person at all, but this was the only person he saw in the illusion that he could communicate with. He searched for every trace of courage in his body and asked, "Did you lock me up here?" ?”

The man's pale black eyes are like a pair of glass, shining brightly: "Yes. He has returned to me, I need your body."

It turns out the truth is like this.A cage that repeats endlessly and cannot break free, just because this man needs his body.

He could hardly open his eyes under the pouring blood, his body trembling uncontrollably: "Give me back my body."

"impossible."

"Then let me go."

"Impossible." The man rejected him again.He looked down at him with no pity, no disgust, only indifference, like looking at an ant.

Anger was burning in his chest, washing away the fear, he clenched his fists: "You took my body, my life! Why do you torture me like this!"

The man was silent for a while, but his figure gradually faded away.

"No! Don't go!" He rushed up, but hit an invisible barrier, and was bounced back suddenly. The sharp pain came from the place where he collided. With a cry of pain, he fell to the ground, crushed flowers.

"Please, let me go."

Fang Qian choked up, hating his own weakness.

Zhang Yan waited anxiously until midnight, and finally He Lanjue woke up.

He tentatively called out "He Lanjue?"

The young man smiled slightly: "Huh? What's the matter?"

A hanging heart finally came to rest, Zhang Yan hugged him firmly: "It's good that you're fine."

Zhang Yan hugged him tighter and tighter, so He Lanjue had no choice but to pat Zhang Yan on the back: "Honey, if you don't let me go, I'm going to suffocate."

Zhang Yan finally let go of his hand: "You bastard, you scared me to death, I thought you would never come back."

There was still a bit of shock on Zhang Yan's face, He Lanjue looked at him, his heart felt warm, he couldn't help but kissed his lips: "For you, I will definitely come back."

Zhang Yan's face turned serious: "Tell me honestly, is Fang Qian still alive? His soul is still in your body? Your headache is also because of him?" He always thought that what He Lanjue occupied was just a A body without a soul.But what he saw today was obviously Fang Qian.

Facing this series of questions, He Lanjue was silent for a moment, and gave an affirmative answer: "Yes."

"You just found out, too?"

If Fang Qian had been around all the time, then He Lanjue would not be reviving the dead, but seizing someone else's body.

How is this possible!He saw Fang Qian's brains falling out with his own eyes, and he was sure to die at that level.

"I always knew." He Lanjue said calmly.

"Know it all along?!"

"I need Fang Qian's soul to cover my breath."

A person is obviously dead, but is forced to stay in the body. This kind of thing that is so horrifying to even think about it, has been happening around him all the time.

Zhang Yan was dumbfounded: "So...you have been trapping his soul in your body?!"

He suddenly felt that He Lanjue in front of him was a little strange, his body seemed to be thrown into a cold storage, it was completely cold from inside to outside.

"Zhang Yan, don't be afraid of me." Sensing his fear, He Lanjue moved a little closer to him.

Zhang Yan resisted his approach: "Let Fang Qian go."

He Lanjue showed bitterness: "I can't do it. Zhang Yan, do you know how many people are chasing and killing me? How many people want to pull me out of this body and make me die?"

"It's been so long, maybe no one is chasing you at all?"

He Lanjue lowered his head and said in a low voice, "You don't understand."

Zhang Yan was about to say something more, when he suddenly caught the red light in He Lanjue's eyes, he said in disbelief, "Are you trying to erase my memory?!"

He Lanjue's dark eyes trembled slightly, and after a while, he retreated to his original place: "I won't treat you like this, go to sleep, Zhang Yan, it's already very late."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yan only felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and the darkness quickly invaded his vision.

The moon outside the window rose from high to east, and Bing Po appeared from the void, and said softly: "My lord, there is still time to go back now."

"I won't go back." He Lanjue said indifferently, looking at Zhang Yan in his sleep, the light in his eyes flickered like gentle waves in a river.

From the moment he fell in love with Yan Qing, he never regretted it.Whether it is a god, a human, or a demon, no matter how long time passes, it will not change.

His voice was as low as a sigh: "Bing Po, you are still young, when you meet someone, you will understand..."

"I'm not young anymore." Bing Po protested softly, "I'm already a thousand years old. How many mortals can live a thousand years?"

How can he not understand these things that ordinary people can understand?

"Because their lives are short, they understand the meaning of possession and loss. Gods, demons, demons, our lifespans are too long. If we don't know the end of death, we can't experience life. Sometimes, 1 years It's the same as a moment. Sometimes, a moment is equal to 1 years."

This time, Bing Po was silent.

He really didn't understand what the Lord said.

He stared blankly at He Lanjue, watching him lightly kiss Zhang Yan's lips.The movements are so gentle, as if Zhang Yan, a big man, is fragile.

His body felt chills intermittently, and his chest felt sore and painful. It was different from anger or sadness. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

He whispered: "What's the point of all this?"

As long as he leaves Zhang Yan, He Lanjue can retreat completely and continue to be his Demon Emperor.But staying in the human world, with such a fragile soul, he has only two endings.Disappear, or go completely insane.

He Lanjue sighed lightly: "Perhaps, everything has no meaning in the first place. The so-called meaning is nothing more than persistence."

Peach blossoms are blooming in large swaths, pink and snow white, surrounded by clouds, swaying in the warm wind, and the falling petals are like jade butterflies, dancing for a while before falling reluctantly into the dust.

The wind is filled with the scent of flowers and grass, and the afternoon sun shines lazily on people.Because it is not a weekend, there are not many people in the park.

Sitting on the grass, Yin An couldn't help sighing, and then looked at Wu Qin: "So this is the park, it's so nice." After finishing speaking, he took out a piece of chicken wing from the family bucket that he took out, and started to chew on it. The smell of fried chicken filled the air again.

"Just say what you want." Wu Qin, who was sitting beside him, looked at the artificial lake in the middle of the park.

Yin An rarely put down the fried chicken: "Brother, how do you know what I think?"

"You have 'I want to tell Master them' written all over your face."

"Isn't it right? Brother Zhang Yan and the others have a problem. If it's an ordinary monster, it's fine. If it's really the Demon Emperor, he might have refined Brother Zhang Yan's body in this effort." Yin An said seriously.

"How is it possible?" Wu Qin smiled disdainfully.

"Brother, I don't understand. You clearly know that Zhang Yan may be possessed by a monster, why do you keep denying and hiding it?"

Wu Qin suddenly turned his head, his eyes under the fluffy bangs were deep and deep: "Do you know what the consequences of being possessed by the Demon Emperor are?"

"What's the consequence? The damage will be bigger during the exorcism?" Yin Anman said nonchalantly.

Wu Qin stared at him silently, with a gloomy face.Yin An felt guilty from this gaze, and asked weakly, "Isn't it?"

Wu Qin sighed: "If it is true, then Zhang Yan, from soul to body, will disappear from this world."

"What?!" Yin An was so frightened that he didn't even eat fried chicken.

"I don't believe Cang Yun and those old men. In the past half a month, they have killed three people who were possessed by monsters."

Yin An's body froze, and he didn't know whether to be thankful that there were three less threats to world peace, or to mourn for those three unlucky humans, but when he thought about it, it might be Zhang Yan who died, a kind of man whose throat was strangled. Bad feelings came over me.

"I have to confirm it myself again." Wu Qin said.

The sound of the phone vibrating suddenly sounded, Wu Qin took out the phone and read the message, then put it back in: "Get up, a new task is here."

"Okay." Yin An stood up frustrated.

A little girl pointed to the peach grove by the artificial lake, and exclaimed excitedly, "Mom, look!! The peach tree is blooming again! It's so beautiful!"

"How is it possible, baby, it's already May, and the peach blossoms are all thankful...ah? Really! Oh baby, don't run so fast, be careful of falling." The young mother immediately chased after her.

The mother and daughter ran past them.Yin An looked back at the red cloud made of flowers, and complained in a low voice: "Brother, your breath is leaking." You know, self-control is the basic skill of cultivation.

No one responded to him, Yin An turned around and saw that Wu Qin had already walked a long way.

"Ahh—brother, wait for me—" the boy at Bird's Nest Head yelled at the back, picked up the family bucket and chased after him.