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They packed things in big wooden boxes, a total of 25 boxes, and the pile was as high as a small hill. Jiang Lizhou watched the disciples finish counting in front of him, and waved them out.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help looking at Jiang Lizhou, but before he could speak, Jiang Lizhou said, "Don't worry, I've blown out this big talk, and you have to accompany me to the end."

Lin Qinghe smiled: "Don't worry about what kind of thing it is."

Jiang Lizhou gave him a hug, and said, "I'll try the White Star Lantern, if this method doesn't work—" He smiled and kissed Lin Qinghe on the face, "Then I will trouble you, sir."

Lin Qinghe blinked at him: "Let's try it first."

The unlucky ghost in the white star lamp was violently summoned again.Showing half of his head in fear, Jiang Lizhou gave it a friendly smile: "Help me."

Lingying shivered visibly to the naked eye: "You... you said."

Jiang Lizhou pointed to the dozens of large wooden boxes behind him: "Can these things be temporarily stored in the Outworld?"

Lingying didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and after looking around for a few times in a daze, he finally came to his senses, and said in horror, "I... I don't know, I've never been transported like this before..."

Jiang Lizhou interrupted it with a wave of his hand: "Don't bully me that I don't study much, I haven't had luck, have you? You are lucky today—come and try."

Lingying showed an incredulous expression, probably never seen such a righteous bully. Although the White Star Lantern is a magical weapon, for some reason, the things inside are so weak that they can't fight back. Obviously, this fight cannot be beaten. Lingying looked aggrieved, and reluctantly put his palms together in the lamp and chanted a mantra.

This egg-shaped white star lamp emits gray-purple mist faintly, and after a while, a small warehouse is shrouded in mist. Jiang Lizhou raised his eyebrows: "Maybe it really works."

As soon as he finished speaking, those wooden boxes disappeared in an instant, and before Jiang Lizhou could laugh, he was dragged into the White Star Lantern along with Lin Qinghe.

This world is clean, only the fog that covers the sky, Jiang Lizhou called Lin Qinghe a few times, and suddenly felt his hand was being held, Lin Qinghe jokingly said: "This is all right, even we have been transported in."

Jiang Lizhou snorted: "This little thing is not very good at handling things, call it out again."

He took out the egg from his bosom, knocked left and right, and then the ghost showed its head weakly: "Anything else to order?"

Jiang Lizhou pointed casually: "Please send us out, and I'll call you when we get there."

Lingying nodded, and sent the two uncles out resignedly.

Before the ground under his feet was firmly planted, the ground shook again, and Jiang Lizhou went to catch Lin Qinghe in a dizzy state: "What's going on?"

Lin Qinghe supported him, trying to clear away the fog around him: "It never went smoothly, haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

Jiang Lizhou smiled lowly: "Anyway, it's just a gamble with the White Star Lantern, whether it's successful or not, it doesn't matter so much whether it goes well or not."

The end of his words was submerged in another burst of upside-down world, and both of them couldn't stand still. Jiang Lizhou fell onto Lin Qinghe, but he didn't stand up immediately when he realized it. It’s been a while since we found our way.”

Lin Qinghe patted him: "Get up, I'm crushed to death."

Jiang Lizhou scolded him and got up in his clothes: "Your body is not good enough."

Lin Qinghe didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled.

Jiang Lizhou was covered in goosebumps when he laughed, and said, "My lord has supernatural powers, look where this is?"

At this time, the dense fog slowly dispersed, and after a long time of identification, I only knew that it was definitely not in the small warehouse in Chengzhou.

Jiang Lizhou sighed: "This white star lamp is too useless, let it bring us anything... I don't know where to throw it."

Lin Qinghe also sighed like him: "Is that 'something' you asked to bring?"

Jiang Lizhou pulled him forward: "What's the use of suing me now? You are also an accomplice."

Lin Qinghe followed him for a while, always feeling that something was wrong, and said, "Which outside world is this throwing us into?"

Jiang Lizhou pouted: "I don't know, does this place look familiar to you?"

Lin Qinghe shook his head: "I haven't seen it, but it doesn't feel very good to me."

Jiang Lizhou was about to follow the useless white star lanterns, when he raised his eyes and saw a city in front of him, the gate of the city was right in front of him, but it was obscured by the hazy fog.

Jiang Lizhou pointed it out to him: "There is a city there."

Lin Qinghe looked in the direction he pointed, and said in confusion, "It's strange, what kind of place is this?"

A gust of wind suddenly blew away the mist, and Jiang Lizhou saw a row of human heads hanging on the city gate impressively, some of them still had their eyes open, and blood flowed from their eye sockets and severed necks.

Jiang Lizhou's breathing was stagnant, and he stood there stiffly, motionless.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Lin Qinghe turned back and pulled him back, felt his hands were dead cold, touched his face again, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Lizhou's voice stuck in his throat, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words: "In front...the ones hanging on the city gate..."

In Lin Qinghe's eyes, it was just a deserted city, and he was a little confused. Seeing his ugly face, he pulled him into his arms: "What's wrong? I didn't see anything."

Jiang Lizhou couldn't even breathe. He leaned on him for a long time before he exhaled hastily and smiled bitterly: "It seems to be a tailor-made illusion for me."

Lin Qinghe's complexion also changed. After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Lizhou sighed again: "It's Dongcheng—I didn't tell you before, because I really... couldn't bear to speak."

Jiang Lizhou closed his eyes slightly, and lowered his head with a smile: "It's best not to know, I'll just see it myself, and you have to walk through this city with me."

There was no way around them now, and they were all trapped in a thick fog that seemed to force them through this nightmare land.

It is not that Lin Qinghe is ignorant of the tragedy in Dongcheng. After Li Chong sacrificed, he relied on these small and big things related to Li Chong to survive these hopeless days. He also knows what these things mean to Li Chong. It was the last straw that crushed that general.

Jiang Lizhou brushed the back of his neck with his hand, pretending to be relaxed and said: "That white star lamp, go back and boil it, you will do such harmful things."

Lin Qinghe hugged him even tighter, and said, "It's all over, it's just an illusion, fake."

Jiang Lizhou smiled reluctantly: "Yes, it's fake—let's go, Huangzhong is waiting for help."

The heavy creaking sound when the city gate was pushed open, and the dirty smell mixed with rust and blood made Jiang Lizhou's heart beat nervously.

Lin Qinghe couldn't share this kind of torture with him. There was only an empty street in front of him, and there was almost nothing scary except barrenness. In Jiang Lizhou's eyes, there were dead people everywhere, and insects and flies circling around carrion. The smell of kerosene and corpses was getting stronger and stronger, destroying his reason all the time.

He suddenly pushed Lin Qinghe away, leaned on the tree trunk and began to retch, not because of the nausea caused by the bloody environment, but because of heart palpitations and lingering guilt, which forced him to vomit his heart out to feel clean.

Lin Qinghe patted him on the back anxiously: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Lizhou couldn't speak, he couldn't spit out anything, the suffocation was stuck in his heart, he couldn't go any further, he even wanted to turn his head and leave this place, but his reason told him that there was no turning back.

He squatted halfway, unable to even raise his head, Lin Qinghe turned around and hugged him in his arms, and said, "I have been to Dongcheng once, it was very prosperous and lively, and I heard that the folk customs are better than other places, and it is almost impossible to pick up things on the way." , do not close the door at night - there is an ancestral hall in Dongcheng, which is not dedicated to any god, but to the entire Jiuli tribe."

Jiang Lizhou trembled, and Lin Qinghe stroked his eyes from the corners to the ends, and said, "Someone hates you because someone loves you, these are nothing, it's just history, you won't trap yourself in this kind of thing, Right?"

Jiang Lizhou wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. He felt ridiculous and sad at the same time. After revolving his emotions over and over in his heart, he leaned on him tiredly, and after silence, he said in a low voice: "All my life, I felt that I was unfortunate. , I feel small and self-righteous towards you, but—" He raised his hand and touched Lin Qinghe's face, "I may be your misfortune, but you are my luck among my misfortunes."

Lin Qinghe kissed his hand: "What, if I think you are unlucky, I will smash the god seal you left me on the spot, and nothing will happen now."

Jiang Lizhou lowered his head and sighed, Lin Qinghe grabbed his slipping hand and smiled: "Do you think I will listen to whoever I say? You are different."

Jiang Lizhou's head was buzzing, his heart was in a mess disturbed by this illusion, and he lay on his neck to catch his breath: "Only you smell good, I'm going to be smoked to death."

At the beginning, Lin Qinghe didn't want him to restore his memory because he was afraid of this kind of situation. He knew this person too well. Li Chong only felt that he was an idiot all his life. I'm sorry for this and that. In the nursery rhymes in the streets and alleys, he is the god of war, and in the storybook storytellers, he is a hero. Only he himself has always hated this person. His cognition of himself is one-sided and extreme, and he takes his name as a fear and bears a heavy responsibility.

Lin Qinghe also said that he is self-righteous, and he is indeed self-righteous. It is precisely because he feels that he is useless, so he wants to fight desperately against what he thinks he can protect. one.

He is unwilling to listen to the persuasion of others, insists on going his own way, is self-righteous, and exchanges all his emotions with Jiuli, soldiers, and the world, leaving only guilt. Gambling can be regarded as a little compensation.

Lin Qinghe had scolded him countless times for being paranoid and arrogant in those days, but he wanted to plant a pear forest for him, and he was determined to send him into reincarnation day and night. In the matter of loving him, I am not a paranoid.

It's just because he knows very well that in all the years when Li Chong underestimated himself, all the self-righteousness and those heart-to-hearts were given to him.

Li Chong really doesn't have much talent in how to love others. After thinking about it, he thinks that drawing a dream of a prosperous age in a pool of blood, and dividing a period of peace in a troubled world is all he can do.

So he acted arbitrarily, and never wanted to share today's battle with Lin Qinghe, and he didn't want to let him know how many people died. He only said where the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed and where the snacks were delicious, and coaxed him to lie to him, saying that he would take him another day Where to go.In fact, Li Chong never gave himself a way out, he was just a liar, in those days of despair, he told all the lies he could think of.

Maybe before he took on the burden, these lies were really the future he craved, but there was no chance to wait.