Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Shen Gurong stared blankly at Shen Fuji for a long time, then suddenly turned around and fled.

There seemed to be countless ghosts chasing him behind him, Shen Gurong lost his mind, and went straight out of Fengdu, running forward without looking back.

Shen Fuji and Shen Wanglan looked at each other.

Shen Wanglan murmured softly, "Is he not going to help?"

Shen Fuji rubbed his little head, he didn't feel discouraged, but the light in his eyes dimmed a bit, he said softly: "It's love for others to help, it's duty not to help, you can't feel dissatisfied."

Wang Lan was also very obedient, nodded, raised her hand to hold her father's finger, and comforted her with a milky voice: "When Wang Lan grows up, help Dad find the little uncle, and he will definitely be found."

Shen Fuji nodded in relief, took his hand and carried the small lamp as he passed by the ghost who was still so crushed that he couldn't stand up, and walked home slowly.

Shen Gurong panicked and made no choice but to break into the gray mist.

His mind was blank, and he was running away like crazy at first, but in the end his legs became weaker and weaker, his steps became slower and slower, and finally he staggered and fell down in a boundless wilderness.

Shen Gurong knelt on the ground with his knees weak, his five fingers were almost sunk into the ground with his hands on the ground, he gasped heavily, staring at his five fingers with slack eyes, Shen Fuji's words almost shattered his eardrums like beating a drum .

"My brother's name is Shen Gurong, and my younger sister is Shen Xiwu."

"I've been looking for my brother and sister. They went to Lantern Street to watch lanterns."

"Sorry, I don't remember what they looked like."

My brother's name is Shen Gurong...

Lantern Street to see lanterns.

Shen Gurong's pupils trembled violently, and large tears rolled down from the eye sockets, instantly wet the icicles of his eyes.

The wet feeling stuck to the eyes and cheeks, and Shen Gurong wept for a long time before slowly stretching out his hand to tear off the icicle from the eyes and throwing it aside.

Shen Gurong covered his eyes with trembling hands, and murmured: "I didn't see anything..."

He covered his eyes and when his vision was completely plunged into darkness, he heard the screams of those ghost towns and the faint gasps in his ears again as if he was hitting a ghost.

"Gu Rong..."

In a trance, it seemed that someone raised his hand to cover his eyes, and gently brushed his cheek with his sleeve, and the faint scent of books and sandalwood from nowhere lingered in his nostrils.

"Don't look."

"Just get some sleep and you'll be fine."

"Don't... look."

Shen Gurong's eyes widened in horror, she let out a scream and suddenly put down the hand covering her eyes, and then covered her ears desperately.

"I didn't hear anything."

It seemed that if he didn't look or listen, he was still the young master of the Shen family who was looking forward to returning home.

"I just want to go home." He cried softly, as if begging for something, "This is not my world, I, I just want to go home..."

While half dreaming and half awake, Shen Gurong suddenly froze, as if remembering something.

Come back home?

Shen Fengxue once gave him the key to go home...

That blob of light!

Trembling, Shen Gurong searched for the ball of light on his body, and finally found the ball of light given to him by Shen Fengxue in the chaos.

The ball of light seemed to be a semicircle, slightly emitting a warm light, slightly illuminating Shen Gurong's line of sight.

He raised his hand and grasped the light ball, as if holding the last ray of hope.

As long as he crushed the light, he could go home.

Go back to Tangcheng.

Go back to your parents and brother.

He would go back to the day of the Lantern Festival, lead his younger sister through Lantern Street, and then return home safely.

The elder brother was holding a small lamp at the gate of the mansion to light the way home for him, and scolded him with a smile not to go home so late in the future.

he will come home.

Shen Gurong believed so firmly.

At this time, he seemed to be the addict who relied on Hanshisan in Huicheng City, holding the light ball tightly, his eyes were full of urgency and inexplicable excitement, as if he was looking at the last hope of life.

As long as he crushes the ball of light, it can prove that what he has seen and heard today is just an absurd drama. No, the ten years he has been in this world are all illusory worlds in the storybook.

Only returning to Tangcheng is real.

Shen Gurong's knuckles turned white, and he held the ball of light firmly.

The moment he was about to be crushed, Shen Fengxue's previous words suddenly rang in his ears.

"Can you abandon Mu Ji?"

"Can you give up everything in this world?"

For a moment, Shen Gurong's pupils became clear as if in a daze, and he knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the ball of light in his hand for a long time, and gradually recognized what the ball of light was.

Shen Gurong suddenly collapsed, he cried bitterly, and pressed his internal organs tightly as if scraped into pieces by a blunt knife, the pain made him cry uncontrollably.

The ball of light in his hand is not the key to go home at all.

It was the half of the Yuan Dan in Shen Fengxue's body.

Crushing the Yuan Dan means killing Shen Fengxue.

No wonder when Shen Fengxue gave it to him, she asked him if he could give up everything?

If he could give up Mu Ji and everything in this world, it would be equivalent to giving up his own life.

Shen Gurong's face was full of tears, and he took a slight breath as if he was about to faint from the pain. He wanted to cry, but he could only let out a choked cry; he wanted to shout, but his throat could only let out a dying sob.

The hand holding Yuan Dan trembled slightly, and Shen Gurong's knuckles turned white, but he dared not use any more strength.

"Shen Fengxue..."

Shen Gurong looked like a dying beast, holding Yuan Dan and bent down deeply, almost pressing his forehead into the dirty soil.

He whispered Shen Fengxue's name like crazy, but couldn't say anything else.

After an unknown amount of time, someone whispered softly in his ear.

Shen Gurong raised her head with tears all over her face.

Shen Fengxue was dressed in Tsing Yi, standing in front of him, looking at him with downcast eyes full of pity.

Shen Gurong's face was full of tears, but he still struggled to get up, rushed to him quickly, stretched out his hand and strangled Shen Fengxue's neck, and pressed him to the ground.

The two fell into the mud, and the dust stained their white hair and Tsing Yi.

Shen Gurong was crying expressionlessly, her whole body pressed against Shen Fengxue's body, pinching Shen Fengxue's neck with her ten fingers, but trembling and daring not to use force.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his jaw clenched tightly, and said in a cold voice: "You lied to me."

Shen Fengxue's white hair was spread loosely on the ground, his face was still full of pity and see-through sorrow.

Shen Gurong's voice was trembling, but his face was strangely calm: "You promised me to save Yu Xinghe and Mu Yu, and send me out of this world."

Shen Fengxue laughed suddenly, he didn't feel afraid even if he was pinched, his lifeless eyes moved slightly, and said: "When did I promise you?"

Shen Gurong was taken aback.

He thought that after coming to this world, everything he did was due to the dream he had.

In the dream, Shen Fengxue was dressed in blood and said to him: "We must save him."

"Shen Gurong, save... Fengxue."

Shen Gurong stared blankly at the person who looked exactly like him, her mind went blank, and tears fell on Shen Fengxue's pale face one by one.

His lips trembled, and he murmured: "I remember, you asked me to save... whoever was saved. That's right, Fengxue, Shen Fengxue, you asked me to save you, I... I saved, I obviously changed Your fate."

Changing the fate of Mu Ban and Yu Xinghe, Shen Fengxue's fate will also change accordingly.

"I... I'm done..." Shen Gurong looked at him almost in despair, "I saved you, look..."

Shen Fengxue looked at him silently.

The strength in Shen Gurong's hand became more relaxed, he was full of confusion, and shook his head slightly, a few strands of white hair stuck to his pale face.

"I'm not you." He tried desperately to convince himself, "I am Shen Gurong, you are Shen Fengxue, we are not the same person, I was forcibly dragged into this world by you..."

"There..." Shen Gurong raised his hand and pointed in a random direction, saying incoherently, "It's not Huitang City over there! I saw the words on the plaque, it's Fengdu! Fengdu! How could it be Huitang City?" Woolen cloth?"

As he spoke, he became more and more frightened, and finally broke down and whimpered: "Feng is not returning to Tangcheng, and I am not you..."

That ghost wasn't his brother either...

Shen Fengxue raised his hand, and gently brushed the white hair soaked in tears on Shen Gurong's face behind his ears, and said softly: "I said before, you are not a loser, I have always been in your heart."

Shen Gurong's face was full of despair, and when he heard this sentence, he suddenly became ruthless. He exerted some strength with his hand again, and trembled with ruthlessness and fear: "You are not me, you are Shen Fengxue, Fengxue, No, it's not my handwriting, I haven't reached the crown yet, my parents and husband didn't pick my handwriting for me..."

Without taking the words, Shen Fengxue is a completely different person from him.

Shen Gurong began to try to deceive himself and others with a name that didn't represent anything at all.

Shen Fengxue looked at him sadly, raised his hand and gently touched his face: "Why can't you accept it?"

Shen Gurong's tears fell down, and she choked with sobs: "Tell me, tell me, all of this is false. I will believe what you say..."

Shen Fengxue said: "Even if I tell you it's a lie, do you really believe it?"

He didn't believe that Shen Gurong had already seen the truth of the matter, and that he was willing to deceive himself, which was a lie.

Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, and then looked at him pretending to be fierce, but in fact, his heart was already crushed like powder, so he could only make this fierce look with a ferocious expression.

It seems that if he doesn't admit it, the truth will not exist.

Shen Fengxue completely disregarded the trembling hands on her neck, gently bullied her body, leaned into Shen Gurong's ear, and said in a low voice: "You didn't reach the crown back then, so you really didn't have words."

Shen Gurong was stunned, vaguely having a bad premonition, he was about to let go of his hands and struggle, but Shen Fengxue's hands slightly exerted force, almost hugging Shen Gurong in his arms.

He gently hugged Shen Gurong's shoulders, as if he didn't want him to escape, and said word by word: "Fengxue."

Shen Gurong suddenly remembered Zhuchi who was always by his side.

On the bamboo chi, there are two characters.

Bong snow.

Shen Fengxue said softly: "You never know what your name is, but you only know that Mr. Mr. calls him. Today I will tell you what his name is."

Shen Gurong suddenly became terrified, and his hands tightly strangled Shen Fengxue's neck, as if he wanted to strangle him to death in his own hands before he could say that name, so that he would not be able to say a word again.

But Shen Fengxue was not affected at all, even though Shen Gurong had exhausted all his strength, he could still hear Shen Fengxue speak cruelly in his ear.

"His surname is Mu."'Shen Gurong' said, "His name is Mu Fengxue."

Shen Gurong was stunned.

"You call this name, just to atone for your sin."

"When you put on Tsing Yi, you are just deceiving yourself to live in his place."

'Shen Gurong' did not give him a chance to escape, every word was like a knife, and a knife fell on Shen Gurong, forcing the countless lies he had woven for himself, and pouring the truth of the matter into his blood dripping blood .

"Back then, the whole city of Tangcheng was slaughtered by thirteen plague ghosts. There were 130 nine people in the city, and you were the only one who survived."

"Mu Fengxue died tragically to save you, and you have been crazy for a long time. I am you who are crazy, and I am also a demon that you have gradually grown out of your obsession for many years. I can do everything you don't want to do for you, and bear everything you want to escape. It can also kill all ghost cultivators in the world for you."

"The 'rescue him' you heard in your dream does not refer to me, Mu Ji, or Yu Xinghe, but Mu Fengxue, who has long since died."

"I can do anything for you, but the only thing I can't do is bring people back to life."

"Jing Shilu can't either."

The heart demon 'Shen Gurong' looked at him expressionlessly, her scarlet pupils shrunk slightly, and two lines of tears slowly flowed from her beautiful eyes, which seemed to coincide with the tears on Shen Gurong's face in a trance.

Shen Gurong suddenly screamed and screamed, holding the neck of the person in front of him tightly, hissing like crazy: "Shut up! Shut up—"

There was a sudden lump in his throat.

A gust of wind blew towards him wrapped in gray mist, Shen Gurong sat alone in the gray mist, his clothes were messed up, and his white hair was spread all over the floor.

There is no Shen Fengxue around.

He was at a loss for a long time before he suddenly realized that what his hands were pinching was not Shen Fengxue's neck, but his own.

He was using his hands hard, his joints turned white, and he was strangling his neck tightly.

Shen Gurong was at a loss for a moment. After understanding the situation in front of him, instead of letting go, he let out a horrific laugh, and then tightened his grip, as if trying to strangle himself to death in this wilderness.

Shen Gurong's tears kept sliding down like beads with a broken thread. He pinched himself so hard that he couldn't breathe, but his heart, which had been scraping fiercely like a blunt knife, suddenly lost all feeling.

He is in no pain at all.

Whether it's crushing Yuan Dan, or strangling himself to death...

Don't they all go home?

The clear chill came towards us with the smell of dew, and countless bright red Taoist companions broke through the thick gray mist around Shen Gurong and spread their wings.

In the next moment, Mu Ji rushed over quickly.

The spirit butterfly transformed into a Taoist companion danced lightly in the black mist, and slowly landed on Shen Gurong's white hair that was lying on the ground, while the others all flew in mid-air, slowly dispelling the thick mist.

Mu Ji stretched out his hand to hug Shen Gurong in his arms, holding Shen Gurong's hand that was still exerting force, trying to make him let go of the ten fingers that were trying to kill himself.

His face was full of fear, and his voice was trembling with crying. While trying to separate Shen Gurong's hand, he murmured as if begging: "Master, I'm here."

I am coming.