I wanted to embrace my master and return home

Gu Mou said the word "roll" to Ye Xunliang twice in total, one time in Chen Xianting, when Ye Xunliang accidentally smashed the eight-treasure glass gold bottle, and the other time in the "Pomotang", Ye Xunliang killed Shi Ming, who was transformed into an illusion China time.

After saying "get out" to him for the second time, Ye Xunliang didn't come back. He had just turned 17 when he died, and his every move and smile was filled with radiance, and it was the most beautiful age for a teenager.

For the next hundred years, Gu Mou dared not easily say this word to the people around him. It was a murderous word, a heart-wrenching word.

"Okay, in another year, I will treat your ears..."

Sitting behind the screen of Jiuqu Shuisi, Gu Mou retreated from the crowd, and murmured unfocused as if he had been turned into ashes overnight.

"Why didn't you wait for me...why did you give up so soon, could waiting for me kill you?"

When Zhang Sichen came in, what he saw was such a scene. Chen Xianjun, who used to have an extraordinary demeanor, was now like a clay sculpture, sitting behind the messy files with dazed eyes, his clothes coming back from It has never been changed, and it hangs loosely on the body.

"........."

Zhang Sichen entered the palace carefully, and then carefully reported: "My lord, the demon tree has been removed, the grievances of Zhang Tingliu and Jinglang have been dissipated, the qi has returned to the heavenly veins, and the soul has entered reincarnation. The remaining 230 victims have all been rescued." .”

No one in the hall answered, he raised his eyes and saw that Gu Mou was still looking at the scattered case files on the ground, his eyes were dull, he didn't say a word, and he didn't know if he heard what he said.

Zhang Sichen sighed, and said: "...Master, you have been sitting since you came back yesterday, and the disciples are very worried about you."

Not long after, a slightly hoarse voice came from behind the screen: "Got it."

"........."

"Where is Ye Xunliang's body?"

"In...Xianzhu Peak, Elder Dan Qing sent people to guard it, and it will be buried in seven days." Zhang Sichen replied.

After waiting for a long time, no one in the hall spoke any more, Zhang Sichen hesitated for a moment, and said, "If the lord wants to take a look, no one will stop him."

Gu Mou lowered his head and was silent for a while, before muttering: "I killed the disciples of the 24th peak, how can I see Elder Danqing and Cang Mo?"

Zhang Sichen was also heartbroken when he heard this, feeling depressed and uncomfortable, he sighed, then turned around and backed out.

"No way! Mr. Ye is dead?!" The pagoda tree cake in Zhang Sirun's hand fell back onto the plate with a thud, with a look of disbelief.

"It's not a good thing, don't spread it around." Zhang Sichen picked up the Sophora japonica cake and stuffed it back into Zhang Sirun's mouth.

"No... why? With Chen Xianjun and Elder Gouyu around, how could he die?!"

"Death from an illusion, the specifics... brother still won't tell you, so you won't be able to hold your big mouth." Zhang Sichen looked helpless, and stretched out his hand to wipe off the sugar stains around his mouth. He pestered and asked Ye Gongzi where he had gone, but he didn't intend to tell him about it.

"Oh my God, what kind of illusion is this so terrifying?" Zhang Sirun widened his eyes and said worriedly: "Brother, are you not injured?"

Zhang Sichen smiled: "The illusion...is a bit difficult to deal with, but it's not too bad. I'm fine, I just saw... Si Run in my childhood."

"Me when I was a child? I don't remember what happened. Was I cute when I was a child? Wasn't I very smart and clever?" Zhang Sirun became interested when he heard this.

His eyes suddenly became gentle, and he said: "Half smart, half stupid, with a snot all day long, dirty to death."

Zhang Sirun also laughed, and retorted: "Brother lied to me! Last time you said that I was very smart when I was young, and I could wash dishes for you at the age of four!"

After finishing speaking, he put down the pastry with regret on his face: "I can't eat any more, Mr. Ye is so pitiful, he went there at such a young age, alas, even though I don't have a deep relationship with him, it hurts to hear it." He said again: "Brother, Don't you feel bad?"

Zhang Sichen was silent for a while, and said: "Brother also feels bad, but people's hearts are small, and they can only accommodate one person. Brother doesn't have the heart to feel bad for others. I just hope that you will be safe every year."

"Then if I die in the future, what will happen to my brother? Will he lock himself up from dark to dawn like Chen Xianjun?"

Zhang Sichen's complexion changed, and he raised his hand and knocked him on the head: "Don't talk nonsense, if you spend more time practicing sword every day, you don't have to worry about what you have."

Gu Mou finally went to the 24th peak. In the mourning hall of Xianzhu Peak, he saw Ye Xunliang, covered with a white cloth, standing far outside the door, not daring to step forward to take a closer look, his face ashen.

"—You came late. If you came a few days later, no one would dare to stop you from digging in the back mountain of Xianzhu Peak."

There was a sudden word behind him, and he turned his head stiffly, only to see two people walking side by side towards the mourning hall.Elder Dan Qing didn't even look at him, his face was cold, and Elder Cang Mo's expression was indescribable, the words just now were said by the latter.

It means that a few days later, when Ye Xunliang was buried, Gu Mou could only go to the tomb of Juhou Mountain. No one knew Shi Minghua’s apprentice better than him. He said that Gu Mou would go to Ju’s tomb, so Gu Mou would definitely Can do it.

Gu Mou's face was pale, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.He felt as if he had returned to the year when he was 21 years old, and the people in front of him were all elders, and he had also turned back into that child with dazed eyes and no direction.

Elder Cang Mo walked over slowly, stood in front of him, and asked, "Gu Mou, do you have any regrets?"

"Regret..." He stared at the ground, but didn't even have the strength to nod.

But what do you regret?

Regret leaving him alone in the illusion?Regret not saving him sooner?

Or is it regretful that he treated Ye Xunliang like a fool all these years and misunderstood his life?

"I told you earlier that you can't tell what you want, you can't tell what you want."

Elder Cang Mo snorted unkindly, looked at him with some sarcasm, and seemed unable to find anything to say to him, so he said bitterly: "You, you are so confused!"

Elder Danqing is over seventy years old, with gray hair, looking at Gu Mou as if looking at a hopeless person, leaving only one sentence before turning away: "Since you turned 21, we know that you I'm afraid it will take decades to understand some things, but I never thought that you are a piece of rotten wood, and people who really grow up will not use impulse as an excuse to do things that make them regret."

Gu Mou bowed his head in silence for a long time, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he said bitterly: "...I can't tell what I want, I can't tell what I want."

Yes, that's right.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Elder Cangmo, I want to gather spirits."

"You still have the face to see him?" Elder Cang Mo cast a sidelong glance at him.

"I..." He looked at the outline under the white cloth with red eyes, and said, "I want to tell him..."

What to tell him?

He choked suddenly, not knowing how to speak.

Seeing this, Elder Cang Mo had no choice but to shake his head, signaling him to move freely.

Gu Mou walked up to the corpse and lifted the white cloth with shaking hands. The man lay there quietly, his face pale and lifeless, his long eyelashes like two dead butterfly wings. He was held tightly, like a hand strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, drew a spirit-gathering talisman on top of Ye Xunliang's head at the slowest speed in his life, and then punched it into his Tianling Cap...

Time passed bit by bit, until the incense burner on the incense table had been burned for half a stick, Gu Mou recovered from his trance.

— How long has he waited for...

——Why is there no response?

Gu Mou felt a little flustered for no reason, and was stunned again. Knowing that the spell he drew just now was not wrong, he still drew a new spell seriously, and once again penetrated into Ye Xunliang's celestial spirit cover.

——Still no response.

"How...how is it possible?" Gu Mou murmured palely, and drew another spell into it.

The person lying on the couch was quiet and unresponsive. His whole body was cold and completely dead.

Gu Mou's face suddenly became uglier than that of a dead body, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch his face.It feels cold to the touch, has no breath, and is indeed dead, but why... can't gather the spirit?

The first seven have not yet passed, even if the soul is broken into 100 yuan or 1000 yuan, it will not be traceless? !

He looked at Ye Xunliang's body in disbelief, raised his hand and drew more than a dozen spirit-gathering talismans, all of which penetrated into his body, but the man seemed to have turned into a lifeless ceramic container, which no ordinary corpse should Some reactions.

How could this be? !

How can it be!

Like a thorn in the throat and a flash in the brain, Gu Mou felt cold all over his body, from head to toe, as if something had escaped his control and would never come back again.

He was a little unsteady, supported the edge of the coffin, slowly knelt down on one knee, his eyes gradually turned desperate and said to himself: "There must be something wrong, there must be something wrong..."

Elder Cang Mo, who was standing in the distance, also sensed something was wrong when he saw his appearance, and walked over with frowns: "What's wrong?"

There was a gleam of hope in Gu Mo's eyes, and he pulled him back in a hurry: "Cang Mo, you...you come to gather spirits, I may not be in a good state, so..."

"……You are joking?"

Cang Mo glanced at him strangely, but saw that his face was pale, as if his soul had been taken out, and he looked at the lying corpse in puzzlement, but he didn't find anything strange in it.

As he said that, he casually drew the Dao Juling Talisman, pierced it into Ye Xunliang's Tianling Cap, and waited for a while, but there was no response from it.

He was stunned for a moment, doubtful, and tried again, but it was still the same as before, Ye Xunliang's soul... not a trace remained, just vanished into thin air.

Cang Mo looked suspicious, and said: "What's going on, the first seven days have not passed, why did the soul enter the underworld so early."

Gu Mou bit his lip, staring at the corpse with bloodshot eyes, veins protruding from the back of his hand, and his voice was still unbelievable: "... hell?"

"Yes, the spirit-gathering talisman is a secret technique passed down by the ancestors of Tianfu Mountain. It is the most reliable. As long as a person dies within seven days, even if his soul is scattered after death, he can get three souls and four souls. It is absolutely impossible for this to happen. , the only explanation is that the soul has entered the underworld."

After finishing speaking, Cang Mo hesitated again: "But, how could the soul of a normal person enter the underworld the day after death..."

"Then, where exactly is it?" Gu Mou stared straight at the corpse, unwilling to move his eyes for half a second, his eyes almost cracked: "Where is the soul?"

Cang Mo pondered for a while, then seriously said: "Nine out of ten...hell."

"Then I'll go to the underworld and bring him back." Gu Mou said word by word with red eyes.