After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Seeing Fu Shiyu staring at the two dying corpses, Chu Yan sighed inwardly, took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped the blood on Fu Shiyu's chin and neck, and then grabbed Fu Shiyu's bloody left hand, After carefully wiping all the blood from between his fingers, he threw away the red handkerchief, and said calmly, "Let's go, leave the palace."

"Going out of the palace?" Fu Shiyu's eyes regained consciousness, and he asked in surprise, "I don't care about it here?"

"Hmm." Chu Yan helped him put together the loose black hair, took out the white ribbon in his arms, and tied it loosely near the end of the hair.

"The third prince is in the palace."

Fu Shiyu asked curiously: "Didn't the prince say that he gave the third prince a red foot?"

Chu Yan held Fu Shiyu's cold hand and walked out.

"Before Si Jin had sex with Shen Yanting, and there was his breath in his body. The third prince took her blood and hid it secretly on his body. Later, after those people left, he wiped the blood behind his ears. Hongbaijiao is jealous of this strange fragrance. , which left his body."

Fu Shiyu nodded, "Where are the common people who have been bewitched?"

"Alive." Chu Yan only answered two words indifferently, and didn't say anything else.

Fu Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled as if relieved: "When the matter is over, lock them up first. Since you know that Hongbaijiao is afraid of Sijin's blood, then find a breakthrough from this point, and you should be able to come up with a cure soon." way."

Chu Yan's eyes moved slightly when he heard this, and he didn't respond, but silently pulled Fu Shiyu out.

Fu Shiyu, who was immersed in his thoughts, didn't notice his strangeness, and he didn't know what to think of. His eyes lit up, and he said hastily: "Take a little bit of Sijin's blood every day, and drip it into the ears of the person who has been infected by Gu. Is it okay?" Did you draw those red feet out of your body?"

He was talking about his plan, but Chu Yan's next sentence instantly broke the confidence that Fu Shiyu had just built up.

"This method is only suitable for those who have been infected for a short time."

Fu Shiyu's eyes were startled, and he remembered what Nianqiu said just now, and then he understood in his heart.

"I thought it was too simple."

Seeing that his face became solemn again, Chu Yan's words were rarely relieved.

"Don't be too impatient, think about it after you leave the palace."

Fu Shiyu nodded absent-mindedly, knowing that he was in a panic now, and couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. He managed to calm down and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the surrounding scenery.

"Why do you want to take a long way?" Fu Shiyu asked strangely.

Chu Yan said coldly: "The other city gates are fighting, but there is no one here."

"Oh." Fu Shiyu didn't have much doubt in his heart, he answered, and followed Chu Yan to continue walking.

But within a few steps, he felt faintly as if he had overlooked something.

When he raised his eyes and saw the tall palace gate in the distance, a flash of inspiration flashed in Fu Shiyu's mind, and a subtle gleam flashed in the depths of his eyes.

wrong……

On weekdays, when eunuchs go out to the palace to buy goods, they will enter and exit through a small door, and the Hall of Supreme Harmony where the crown prince is located happens to be not far from one of the small doors. Why did Chu Yan lead him around a long way, but did not go out through that small door? .

Obviously that road is the closest, and the flames of war have not yet spread to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, so this should be a better choice. Fu Shiyu doesn't believe it. He still cares about dignity at this time. The only thing that can be explained is...

What was there he couldn't know.

This is the south gate, and that small gate is the closest to the north gate.

Sensing that the people beside him stopped, Chu Yan couldn't help clenching his palms, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Fu Shiyu raised his head, staring at him with dark eyes, "What happened?"

"..." Chu Yan remained silent.

Seeing his silence, Fu Shiyu suddenly felt tightness in his chest for no reason, always feeling that something bad was happening quietly where he didn't know.

He shook off Chu Yan's hand and strode towards another direction.

"Stop!" Chu Yan's face changed slightly, and panic and timidity appeared in his eyes for the first time, and he hurried to catch up.

He has big strides and practiced martial arts. Fu Shiyu couldn't beat him. Before he could run far, he was dragged over by Chu Yan.

"Release." Fu Shiyu looked at him expressionlessly, and said indifferently, "I'll just say it once."

Chu Yan's face froze, and he grabbed Fu Shiyu's hand like an iron hoop, and slowly let go with a little hesitation.

Fu Shiyu didn't even look at him, and ran desperately towards the south gate.

The dark clouds in the sky were black and oppressive, like an upside-down cauldron, and the surrounding scene seemed to be covered with ashes.

The inexplicable chest tightness became more and more intense, and Fu Shiyu always felt that he would faint from suffocation in the next second.

He didn't know why he was running, and he didn't know what happened. There seemed to be a voice deep in his body, driving him to run in that direction.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Shiyu supported his knees and squatted on the spot, panting heavily.

His internal strength was damaged before, and his body was also exhausted. Now this violent sprint has made his tired eyes darken.

Fu Shiyu slowed down his beating heart, and looked palely at the towering palace gate in front of him.

very quiet.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Fu Shiyu wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the breath was still stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

"I think too much..."

Like self-hypnosis, he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.

But maybe the sky suddenly wanted to make a joke, or maybe it was because everything was preordained. Fu Shiyu, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly heard a scream resounding through the sky.

This hysterical voice seemed to cut a big hole in the dead palace, instantly breaking the quiet and somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Fu Shiyu's face became paler and paler. After standing there for a while, he moved his legs stiffly and walked towards the door.

As he got closer to the palace gate, the air at the tip of Fu Shiyu's nose became thinner, his hands hanging on both sides kept shaking, and cold sweat even soaked his back.

Until passing through the vermilion gate, the scene outside was so unreservedly presented to Fu Shiyu's eyes unexpectedly.

This place is full of people, but there is no fighting.

Some of the people here were common people, some were soldiers, some were courtiers, and they all stood in a place far away from the city gate with dull expressions. Right in front of them, there was a weak and thin figure kneeling at this moment.

That person was wearing a black cloak, and the hood tightly covered her face. Compared with those people in the distance, her back was like an ant, too small to be vulnerable.

And the most shocking thing is that countless densely packed red white feet are crawling towards that figure crazily, as if smelling something delicious.

The bluestone slabs were submerged by the red hundred feet. Looking from a distance, it looked like the long street was stained with blood, and the road was paved with blood. At this glance, it was impossible to see the end.

"..." A chill came to his heart from the soles of his feet, Fu Shiyu's mind went blank, but he instinctively walked towards that person.

But before he got close, he was pulled back by a force behind him.

"do not go."

As if afraid of losing him, Chu Yan hugged his waist tightly from behind.

Fu Shiyu turned a deaf ear and kept struggling.

"Let go of me." He said hoarsely.

Chu Yan didn't dare to let go, buried his head on Fu Shiyu's shoulder, and said for the first time in an almost begging tone.

"...Please, don't go."

Fu Shiyu didn't seem to hear it. Looking at the figure covered with red feet, she let out another shrill cry.

I don't know which string in my heart was touched, Fu Shiyu's eyes were sour, and two lines of tears slid down uncontrollably.

"I beg you..."

He looked ferocious, and roared in pain: "Let go of me! Chu Xianxing! You fucking let me go!"

Chu Yan remained silent, grabbed Fu Shiyu's shoulder and turned him around, facing him.

He lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly into Fu Shiyu's red eyes, and said softly, "Don't look at it."

These three words seemed to break through the gate of the flood, and Fu Shiyu's emotions exploded. The anger eroded the rationality in his mind, and he kicked, bit, and bit Chu Yan as if venting, and he could no longer see the slightest demeanor in his usual life. .

At this time, Fu Shiyu had been driven crazy, and he looked no different from the shrew in the market.

Chu Yan's face soon had a few traces of scratched nails, a few bloody teeth marks on his neck, the brocade robe on his body was also crumpled, and the hem was full of messy footprints.

Fu Shiyu was tired from shouting and beating, and there were only two words left in his mouth.

"open!"

Chu Yan didn't let go, he hugged Fu Shiyu tightly, from the very beginning, he didn't let go a little bit, a deep gash was scratched somewhere on the back of his hand, it was bloody, it looked a bit leaky.

Fu Shiyu was finally defeated by Chu Yan's iron wall. He leaned on Chu Yan's shoulder with a tired expression, and murmured, "I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have come back."

He grabbed Chu Yan's lapel and couldn't help sobbing: "Fuck me, I shouldn't be reborn, I should die in the past!"

"You don't deserve to die."

Chu Yan pressed Fu Shiyu's head to his chest, put his chin against the top of his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not your fault, it's mine."

Looking at the struggling figure lying on the spot in the distance, he slowly closed his eyes.

——I shall bear all the guilt.

"what happened to you?"

The little girl who was washing clothes by the river raised her head and looked at the burnt man next to him, who was staring at the water absently.

The man's face was burned so badly that he couldn't see his true face, only those eyes that seemed to be unable to see any emotion remained.

Hearing the little girl's words, the man turned his face and glanced at her lightly.

"It's going to rain."

His voice was ugly, deep and rough.

"Ah?" The little girl replied blankly, looked up at the sky, and saw that the clouds were densely covered, which was indeed a harbinger of the coming rainstorm.

"If I don't finish washing before it rains, my aunt will definitely scold me again!"

As she spoke, she quickly picked up the clothes next to her and scrubbed them vigorously on the washboard.

The man withdrew his gaze from her and looked at the rippling water surface, suddenly feeling an inexplicable irritability in his heart.