After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

The extremely cold valley is covered with heavy snow all the year round, and it is frozen for thousands of miles. The surrounding scenery is even more desolate. It seems that this place has been forgotten outside the secular world, and no one knows or mentions it.

And Zhuang Yue lived in such a place, living in a cave at the foot of a snow mountain all day long.

"It's time to leave." The envoy came again today, reminding me tirelessly.

Zhuang Yue had never seen this person, nor had he heard it mentioned by the previous guard.

He has never appeared in the past, but these days he often speaks in Zhuang Yue's mind, and the number of times he appears is very frequent, as if he exists beside Zhuang Yue.

Zhuang Yue once asked him why he had to leave by himself.

The messenger said that he had a very close friendship with the previous caretaker. Before she left, she specially told the messenger that when Zhuang Yue should leave, she must urge him to return to the real world as soon as possible.

Zhuang Yue yawned sleepily, sat up from the cold stone bed, glanced at the snow-flooded cave outside, and said dejectedly: "It's a good day, start from the passage."

After finishing speaking, he heard the messenger laugh in his mind.

Zhuang Yue said lightly, "What are you laughing at?"

The messenger smiled and said, "Why do you always say such weird words?"

Zhuang Yue didn't answer, took the shovel next to the stone bed, and began to shovel the snow at the entrance of the cave without any image.

Hearing that he was panting heavily from exhaustion, the messenger suddenly asked, "Why don't you live in another place?"

In his opinion, after all, this extremely cold valley is not suitable as a residence at all. It is freezing in the sky, there are no people in Liao, and in addition to shoveling snow every day, you have to suffer from the cold wind when you go out. It is really not a good place.

Zhuang Yue shoveled a path through the entrance of the cave, threw the shovel casually, and said something indifferently.

"Get used to it."

His words were plain, but in the ears of others, they could hear an indescribable sadness.

"..." The envoy didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't speak again.

Zhuang Yue stretched his waist, looked at the endless snow field in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered, "I can finally leave this ghost place."

"A ghostly place?" The emissary asked strangely, "Don't you like this place?"

"Who said I like it." Zhuang Yue rolled his eyes and complained: "I'm talking about getting used to it."

"Oh." The messenger replied dryly, and suddenly remembered what he said just now, and said happily, "Are you planning to go back to the real world?"

"..." Zhuang Yue didn't respond, just said "let's go", and then went to the extremely cold valley with his hands behind his back.

As soon as he got out of the extremely cold valley, Zhuang Yue found a carriage and wandered leisurely on the road. At first, the messenger was very anxious and would remind him that time was running out, and he was also led away by this man later, not only did he never mention leaving If so, I also discussed the scene along the way with Zhuang Yue.

It wasn't until a month later that the emissary realized belatedly that he had been tricked by Zhuang Yue.

"We must leave today!" The envoy issued an ultimatum.

Zhuang Yue smiled, said nothing, and parked the carriage in Sanhe Town.

"Got it, I'm going somewhere first."

Just as the messenger was about to ask him where he was, Zhuang Yue saw him walking into a brothel.

"Hey, you!" the messenger called him angrily.

Zhuang Yue turned a deaf ear, avoiding his eyes and ears, and quietly walked into the backyard of the brothel.

At this moment, there was a little girl in common clothes who was drying clothes in the yard. When she saw a handsome white-haired man walking in, she stopped what she was doing and asked with some fear, "Who are you?"

Zhuang Yue threw her two oranges that he picked casually on the side of the road from his arms, and said gently: "Little girl, have you ever seen an ugly monster with burns all over?"

The little girl took the orange in a panic, and when she heard what he said, she wrinkled her face and argued angrily: "That brother is not ugly!"

"Okay, okay." Zhuang Yue refused to argue with her, and asked again: "Do you know where that beautiful man who was burned?"

The little girl scratched her head and said with some distress, "My brother is gone."

"He said he was going to find someone, and he never came back."

Zhuang Yue narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The little girl thought about it carefully for a moment, and then answered uncertainly: "Find someone who is very similar to me."

"I said I don't have a sister, but that brother didn't listen, and finally left."

Zhuang Yue's eyes were deep, and after a long silence, he threw two candies at the little girl and said with a smile, "Thank you."

After speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave.

The little girl hurriedly stopped him, "Brother, if you see him, can you tell that brother, if you can't find him, come back here."

Zhuang Yue turned his back to her and sighed deeply.

"He's not coming back."

Zhuang Yue suddenly shouted: "Mianmian."

Shi Mianmian was a little surprised, wondering why this person knew her name.

But Zhuang Yue, who was still standing in front of him just now, disappeared silently from the little girl's sight like a gust of wind.

"Live well, this is the fulfillment of the lifelong wish of those two people."

The little girl's eyes widened in shock, and she was about to ask the man why she knew her name, but after a while, she looked at the orange and candy in her hand blankly, unable to remember what happened just now.

Zhuang Yue walked down the river bank, and within a short distance, he found Shen Yanting's body, which had been soaked white.

He suffered multiple stab wounds on his body, and died for a month. His body had already begun to rot, and the stench was coming out of his nostrils. The food is still complete, this may be Shen Yanting's last bit of luck.

Zhuang Yue covered his nose, recalling that when he saw the child for the first time, he was thin and small, but his brows and eyes followed his scholar father's, with a scholarly air like a literati.

It's a pity that many years later, when we met again, that bookish air was gone, only the vicious hatred left in the bones remained.

He took off his outer shirt, wrapped Shen Yanting's body inside, then held his breath, carried it on his shoulders, and started walking into the forest.

"Where are you going?" The messenger, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

Zhuang Yue said coldly: "Buried."

The messenger wanted to ask why he wasn't buried on the spot, but seeing that Zhuang Yue obviously didn't intend to answer, he didn't bother to make any more effort.

Zhuang Yue carried Shen Yanting's body on his shoulders, avoided crowded places, and walked to a Zhuangzi at the foot of the mountain. The place is surrounded by mountains, the scenery is beautiful, and it is far away from the hustle and bustle, so it is very quiet.

Just behind Zhuangzi, there is a tomb that looks quite new. The tombstone in front is engraved with the tomb of the younger sister Fu Chaoluo and the elder brother Fu Shiyuli.

Zhuang Yue glanced at the tombstone at Chaoluo, and carried Shen Yanting's body to the back mountain. He didn't come out until late at night, went to the yard to steal a hoe, and quietly buried Shen Yanting's body next to Chaoluo, and then After stepping on the ground above, seeing that there was no abnormality, he put the hoe back into the village.

"You can leave now." The messenger said.

"Well." Zhuang Yue said with a smile: "Now go to the last place."

The envoy's words sounded a little irritated, "You must leave before dawn!"

"It doesn't need to be dawn." Zhuang Yue said with deep eyes, "That place is not far from here."

He left Zhuangzi and walked all the way. After about a stick of incense, he came to a village that had been abandoned for a long time.

The late spring night is still a bit cool, as if even the moon above his head is emitting a cool light, Zhuang Yue's waist-hanging white hair is particularly dazzling at night.

He walked familiarly to the most remote earthen house, opened the secret door, and went directly into the dark tomb.

"Cough, cough..." Zhuang Yue coughed twice choked by the dust on the ground, walked to the heavy stone door, stretched out his hand and slowly pushed it away.

There is a huge sandalwood coffin in the center of the stone room, with weird and complicated patterns engraved on the outside, like a mysterious and treacherous symbol from ancient times.

From the moment he entered the village, the emissary fell into a long silence, as if he had disappeared. It was not until Zhuang Yue pushed the coffin lid that he spoke in a flat tone.

"You... guessed it?"

Zhuang Yue leaned against the coffin and joked: "Your acting skills are so bad, it's hard for me not to guess."

The messenger was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "No."

"You didn't guess it, you knew it when I came."

Zhuang Yue stroked the patterns on the coffin and said with a smile, "Why do you say that?"

The messenger said coldly, "You woke me up."

"After I died, you put my soul in the Extremely Cold Valley. This is the secret of your unwillingness to leave the Extremely Cold Valley."

Zhuang Yue suddenly laughed when he heard this, and said mockingly: "General Yan, it's a pity to go to war with your talent."

"If you want me to say, you should make up a storybook."

"Then tell me!" The envoy was aroused by his words, and asked aggressively, "Why did you leave my soul in the extremely cold valley!"

"And why have you refused to leave for so many years! You clearly treat me, treat me..."

At the end, he didn't know what to think of, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally his voice seemed to be drowned by the waves, disappearing into the silent tomb.

"How do you know the real world?" Zhuang Yue asked.

The envoy was still angry and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhuang Yue waited a little impatiently, and urged: "Hurry up."

"..." The messenger was a little unhappy, but seeing that Zhuang Yue was angry, he still replied: "Mrs. Xi seemed to have her own consciousness back then, and she told me everything about you."

Zhuang Yue wondered, Mrs. Xi was his separated soul, and logically speaking, it should be controlled by him, why did he tell Yan Chu these things.

"In addition..." the messenger hesitated and said, "She also told me that you didn't like Shen Yanting, and you were just acting for me back then, in order to make me leave you."

"The person you like is actually"

"Hehehe—" Zhuang Yue's deep laughter interrupted the envoy's words.

"What are you laughing at?" the messenger asked in confusion.

Zhuang Yue wiped the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but say, "Could it be that you want to say that I like you?"

"Stop joking."

He held his forehead, as if he couldn't help laughing, and it took a long time before he said with difficulty: "The reason why I performed that scene in front of your eyes is just to let you not bother me."

"..." The messenger fell into another stiff silence.

"What happened to Mrs. Xi?" he asked.

Zhuang Yue said expressionlessly: "Just find someone to watch you."

"As for keeping your soul in the Extremely Cold Valley, it's because you failed my mission. I was angry, but I couldn't find a way to vent it, so I put your soul in the Extremely Cold Valley, so that I can torture you well."

"You..." The envoy's words couldn't tell whether it was shock or sadness for a moment. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he stopped everything and asked slowly, "Then why don't you continue to torture me?"

"Because I plan to go back." Zhuang Yue said indifferently: "So I plan to let you go to reincarnation."

The envoy hummed, "Then let me watch you leave."

"Get out!" Zhuang Yue looked annoyed.

"If you stay any longer, I won't leave!"

The messenger's patience was exhausted, and he said angrily: "Can you stop making fun of your own life!"

"I'm not joking." Zhuang Yue said indifferently: "If you don't leave, I won't leave."

"You!" The envoy was so angry that there was a grinding of teeth in the air, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his violent voice, "You won't lie to me, will you?"

Zhuang Yue sighed, pretending to be helpless and said: "In the next life, I will vote to compile a storybook, get out!"

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Yue felt a deep and hot gaze lingering on his face, and after that gaze disappeared, the breath of the messenger also slowly disappeared.

"are you still there?"

Zhuang Yue called out, "Yan Chu?"

"Yan Qingchuan?"

"gone……"

He murmured absentmindedly.

Then looking at the empty tomb, Zhuang Yue finally seemed to have let go of all the burdens on his body, and for the first time there was a heartfelt smile on his face.

Zhuang Yue turned around slowly on the spot, and a red wedding dress was draped over the white underwear on his body.

His complexion was like snow, his eyebrows and eyes were very pale, the fiery red clothes made his face finally a bit bloody, and the cinnabar mole on his forehead became more and more clear and scarlet, like a cluster of flames ignited between his eyebrows.

He raised his legs, walked into the coffin, put Mrs. Xi's skeleton outside the coffin, and then lay down beside Yan Chu's bones, quietly looking at the dark stone chamber in front of him.

After a long time, he picked up the knife in his sleeve, and slowly cut a deep gash on his wrist. The blood flowed into the coffin along his arm, and soon flowed slowly along the nicks on the side of the coffin. The symbol instantly turned into a strange blood color, and it seemed to be still emitting a strange red light when viewed closely.

"idiot."

Zhuang Yue closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc.

"Even the people in your bridal chamber can't tell the difference, and want to ask me if I love you or not."

After speaking, he seemed to be tired, his eyes closed more and more tightly, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, the blood stained his wedding dress more vividly, as if he was in a pool of blood, but the expression between his eyebrows The cinnabar mole gradually faded away.

The blood-soaked white bones suddenly moved slightly, and then a horrifying scene happened.

The motionless white bone suddenly seemed to be endowed with some external power, and it slowly turned sideways, then raised a hand with only a skeleton, and gently placed it on Zhuang Yue's waist. It's like holding Zhuang Yue in his arms.

"...you are the idiot."