Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

It was the first time in Shen Gurong's memory that he saw a picture that went against everything he knew in his life.

Behind him is a raging fire, cutting off all his ways of life.

In front of him is the battle between monks and ghost cultivators beyond his cognition.

The gentleman is dressed in green clothes, holding a bamboo chi, pointing his toes on the river, his face is like sinking water, and every move is full of fierce killing moves; while the water ghost seems to turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, wrapped in the water in the river. The lanterns fell all over the sky, like a heavy rain.

And after the lantern fell to the ground, the flame didn't shake a bit, and it was still burning.

Shen Gurong hugged Shen Xiwu tightly, Shen Xiwu was still closing her eyes, when she heard the strange voice next to her ear, she said in fear, "Brother, can I open my eyes?"

Shen Gurong's face was pale, her lips were trembling, she was stunned for a long time before she nodded.

"it is good."

Only then did Shen Xiwu open her eyes and threw herself into his arms, choked up and said, "Brother, I'm afraid, when can we go home?"

Shen Gurong looked at her blankly, and recalled Mr. Cai's words in his ears.

"They're all dead."

all dead...

died?

There was a loud buzzing in Shen Gurong's ear.

He has lived for 16 years, and the most violent thunder he has ever seen in his life is less than one ten-thousandth of the sound in his ears at this time.

The heart seems to be empty, the cold wind blows from the back of the heart, passes through the body and blows from the heart, the cold wind pours into the limbs and bones.

He wanted to try his best to convince himself that this was a dream, but there was no such real feeling in the dream, Xiwu's hand was still holding him tightly, as if he was his only support.

And he... is really just my sister's last support.

Shen Gurong suddenly calmed down strangely, his trembling body suddenly stopped shaking, just now he was desperately trying to convince himself not to believe what happened now, but now he is trying to convince himself to accept it quickly.

Be quicker to accept, slower to collapse.

He held Shen Xiwu's hand, as if he was holding the last sliver of reason.

He can't go crazy now, he can't escape, because he still has to protect Shen Xiwu.

If even he died, there would be no one to protect Xi Wu.

Shen Gurong forcibly suppressed his fear and sorrow in his heart, what he himself thought was impossible, was miraculously done at that moment.

Shen Gurong hugged Shen Xiwu expressionlessly, the water stains thrown up by the water ghost wet his whole body, he stroked the black hair on his cheek carelessly, hugged Xiwu and hid aside Under the bridge hole.

The storyteller, who was often under the overpass, was completely unrecognizable at this time and fell by the river, half of his body was in the river, and the black blood stained the river.

Shen Gurong forcibly held back the vomiting, hugged Xiwu and hid in an extremely dark place.

The master is still fighting with the water ghost, and the whole city of Huitang has gradually become silent, only the sound of the scorching fire resounding in his ears, mixed with... a low growl like a wild animal.

Shen Gurong suddenly covered Shen Xiwu's ears.

Shen Xiwu was very obedient, probably knew something, even held her breath, and trusted her brother wholeheartedly.

Shen Gu Rong breathed lightly, and the sound of heavy footsteps came slowly from his ears.

The voice sounded from above his head very quickly, Shen Gurong raised his head slightly, and found that the bridge above his head was trembling weakly.

He didn't dare to go out, because he couldn't be sure whether the people outside were people or ghosts.

The whole city was in such a miserable state, he didn't dare to have any naive thoughts about this world.

Sure enough, the thing that walked over the bridge quickly walked over. It seemed to smell the breath of people, and its footsteps moved towards the bridge hole little by little.

When Shen Gurong saw the appearance of the plague ghost, he almost stopped breathing.

The plague ghost's face was full of red marks, and it looked like a large area of ​​birthmarks, but its face was too ugly, its fangs were wide open, and its pupils were ghostly. Even though Shen Gurong had completely hidden himself in the darkness, he was still killed by it. I saw it at a glance.

Shen Gurong originally thought that she was hiding a good idea, but it suddenly became ridiculous.

He jumped up from the bridge hole and ran forward holding Xi Wu.

The Plague Ghost followed without blinking. Its legs seemed to be in shackles. When it walked, it would make the sound of heavy chains colliding. It followed behind, and the sound was very permeating.

But thanks to the shackles, the plague ghost walked very slowly.

Shen Gurong took the opportunity to run along the river to the moat.

He remembered that there was a small path leading to the outside of the city. In order to avoid the punishment of copying books, he and his friends secretly ran out of the city along this path to play.

Shen Gurong originally thought that he had completely controlled his emotions and was calm enough, but when he ran, his face was still covered with tears.

Weeping expressionlessly, he led Xi Wu and ran quickly towards the path made of stones.

Although it is a trail, it is actually just a few stones every few steps on the water surface, not even a road.

The moat is fast-moving, and the river passes through the soles of the feet, as if it can wash away the stones under the feet.

Shen Gurong stepped up with Xi Wu in his arms, but just halfway there, the stone under his feet probably couldn't support the weight of the two of them, it slipped suddenly, Shen Gurong's pupils shrank, and at the very moment, he tried his best to push Shen Gurong away. Xi Wu threw it onto the next stone, and his whole body crashed into the rushing river.

Shen Xiwu screamed: "Brother!"

Shen Gurong's whole body was submerged in the river water. The river water that had not yet started to spring was icy cold. He only had a little water, and he struggled not to let himself be drowned, but the river water was too fast, and he hit the river one after another. He was hit by a rock, causing him severe pain all over his body, and he drank an unknown amount of water in a hurry.

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, a hand suddenly stretched out and pulled him out of the icy river.

Shen Gurong was on the verge of death at this time, almost drowning.

He was so angry that the first thing he did when he came back to his senses was to hold on to the man's arm, and said with difficulty: "Xiwu..."

The person who rescued him was Mr.

The husband held his hand, but he didn't know what to do. It was as if Shen Gurong's painful body had been gently touched by something, and the feeling of sleepiness and powerlessness disappeared in an instant.

He blinked his wet eyelashes, and said in a low voice, "Sir?"

Mr. helped him up, and said in a low voice: "I can't interfere with the cause and effect of the Three Realms, sorry."

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, and wanted to ask, then why did you save me?Doesn't saving people already have karma?

But at this moment, he didn't care much about it, he hurriedly thanked his husband, and hurriedly walked on the path of the moat.

Fortunately, Xi Wu was still standing on the rock, with his back to him, his shoulders trembling slightly, looking terrified.

Shen Gurong's heart softened, and she walked over step by step with sore legs, and said softly: "Xiwu, don't be afraid, brother will be by your side right away."

Brother will be by your side right away.

It was the last sentence Shen Xiwu heard in this life.

When Shen Gurong was about to walk into Shen Xiwu by a stone, Mr. stepped on the water and came slowly, standing on the stone in front of Shen Gurong, stopping his progress.

Shen Gurong thought he was here to help her pick up Xiwu, so she forced a smile and said, "Sir, just give Xiwu to me."

His sister is soft-tempered, timid and weak, so she must be extremely worried about him for a while.

But as long as he comforts her well and gives her a round bead, she won't be afraid anymore.

His sister has always been sensible and easy to coax.

Shen Gurong was thinking about it, when she heard her husband say in that calm tone again, "She's not your sister anymore."

The corners of Shen Gurong's lips froze.

The gentleman turned sideways slightly, and Shen Xiwu, who was only a stone away, was trembling all over, turning his head little by little, slowly revealing a pair of gloomy ghost pupils.

Shen Gurong was stunned, he said dully: "Xiwu?"

The gentleman said: "She has been infected with the virus, if she can't survive, she will die."

Shen Gurong was like a puppet on a string, dumbfounded, looking at his stern-faced younger sister dumbly, and instinctively said following her husband's words: "What if we get through it?"

"Get over it, she will be the next plague ghost, and the other thirteen plague ghosts will come and devour her."

Shen Gurong looked at her husband and said expressionlessly, "I don't understand."

Mr.: "Gu Rong..."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Shen Gurong pointed at Shen Xiwu, but at this moment, his hand was strangely steady as a rock, "Xiwu, isn't it there?"

Mr. looked at him pityingly.

Shen Gurong tilted her head and said dully: "She's just one step away from me."

Just one more step forward, and he could take her sister home.

He said, as if he couldn't see Mr. on that rock, and he was about to step over here.

As soon as his feet stepped on the side of the stone, he was hugged by Mr. Wang.

This hug seemed to cut off all the puppet threads that did not exist on Shen Gurong's body, he completely collapsed, and wanted to rush towards Shen Xiwu like crazy.

"Evening Mist!"

"Let go of me! She's my sister, I'll meet her soon!"

"Twilight—"

He screamed heart-piercingly, the headband that tied his hair had long since been washed away by the water, and at this moment his black hair was disheveled, looking like a lunatic.

Compared with Xiwu, who was trapped by the husband, he was more like a ghost.

The master stopped him firmly to prevent him from going crazy, but the last string of Shen Gurong's rationality broke on Shen Xiwu, and the fear and sadness that he had suppressed before came out like a tide.

His heart was hurting, his head was hurting, and his whole body felt as if he was being pricked with needles.

For so many years, Shen Gurong had never felt so much pain.

In the end, the husband raised his hand towards Shen Xiwu. Shen Xiwu, who was still struggling ferociously, seemed to be cut off his breath in an instant, entangled all over, and collapsed limply on the small stone.

This is the best relief.

Shen Gurong's voice stopped abruptly when Shen Xiwu fell down.

He stared blankly, and the hand that was desperately stretched forward suddenly dropped.

Shen Gurong's whole body was limp, as if all her strength had been sucked out, she fell limply into the arms of her husband.

Mr. picked him up and stepped on the stone step by step to leave.

Shen Gurong stayed there for a long time, then suddenly exhausted all her strength, rushed forward and hugged her husband's neck, and bit her shoulder with all her strength.

Blood came out in one gulp, instantly staining the green shirt red.

The husband continued to walk forward without changing his face, holding him, as if the pain was nothing at all.

With Shen Gurong in his arms, he walked across the ground littered with corpses, and the city was full of flames.

The thirteen plague ghosts could no longer detect the presence of any living people returning to the city, and they were killing each other in the sea of ​​corpses.

While shedding tears, Shen Gurong numbly bit her husband's shoulder, with such force that a little blood oozes from the corner of his lips.

The husband carried him into his own mustard seeds. The house was located in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, surrounded by smog, and three characters could be vaguely seen on the plaque in the small courtyard.

Pan Jiangju.

The gentleman put Shen Gurong in the soft chair, gently stroked his messy hair, and said, "Gu Rong, I can only save you."

Shen Gurong was covered in blood all over his body and face, he looked at the husband blankly, wondering if he heard what he said.

He looked at it and suddenly smiled.

"Save me alone?"

Shen Gurong's eyes were wide open, his pupils were dull, as if he was in a daze, but his voice was softer than ever - as if he didn't want to copy books on weekdays, and his tone was acting like a baby to his husband.

"But I don't want to live."