Immortal Hero: I Have a Coffin

The young man sat alone in the room, weeping helplessly, the blush at the corners of his eyes slowly faded away like rouge, which made his pale cheeks shocking.The water-colored tears connected the crow-colored eyelashes together, moving up and down like a small fan, and big teardrops rolled out of the foggy eyes.

Through the small opening of the window, Yang Hong looked at the young man in the room fascinatedly, his eyes moved to the slightly open neckline of the young man little by little, and he could vaguely see the delicate collarbone that moved slightly as he sobbed, just like his master Fragile beauty, people want to break and destroy.

"It's really a charming scenery." After quietly admiring it for a long time, Yang Hong looked away, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Ran, "It's just that Junior Brother Bai suddenly decided to provoke this child today? He has always put on a gentle appearance, today Junior Brother Bai really surprised me."

Even though Yang Hong made it clear, Bai Ran didn't feel embarrassed at all, he smiled slightly and said, "To tell the truth, Senior Brother Yang, I was also very surprised by myself."

People like Ye Jiuqiu in the Yin Corpse Sect really make people angry.It is even more disturbing to see him innocently looking like he doesn't understand anything.What he said to Ye Jiuqiu today was not what he originally planned to say.But looking at Ye Jiuqiu's ignorant and trusting eyes when he looked at him, those warm and clean eyes that shouldn't belong to the Infernal Corpse Sect, he couldn't control the desire to destroy and said those words on purpose.

He was really surprised at himself that such an adult would still go with his emotions.

Bai Ran pulled the corner of his lips indiscriminately, but he didn't regret it.

Seeing the child's tragic discoloration, for some reason, the irritability full of destructive desires became particularly pleasant.

Yang Hong took a deep look at him, then suddenly patted him on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "Whether it's accidental or not, Junior Brother Bai did a beautiful job today! If it wasn't so, how would I see this scenery!" He laughed loudly , turned around and left, "Brother Bai, is there anything else to do next? I have a cultivation method that I want to discuss with my brother. I don't know if my brother will appreciate it or not?"

"It's an honor." Bai Ran agreed.

He followed Yang Hong, and when he left, he glanced unconsciously at Ye Jiuqiu's hut.

The young man curled up into a ball, already crying in a daze, wiping his tears away with his sleeves, his eyes, nose and cheeks were flushed from rubbing, he was in a pitiful state, and there was no beauty in it.

Is this the charming scenery that Yang Hong said?

I don't know that when Yang Hong looked at the beauty, Bai Ran raised the corners of his lips mockingly with the filter effect in his eyes, but after he blinked, he naturally pressed back a gentle and amiable smile.

The cultivation conditions of the direct disciples of Tianmo Palace are excellent, so they have the time to spend their minds on this kind of place.He followed Yang Hong, thinking with a smile, there is really no way, for Yang Hong, this period of time is leisure and play, but for him it is not.He was born in the Yin Corpse Sect, and if he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with a genius like Yang Hong, he could only use all means to work hard.

He didn't look back, and followed Yang Hong with a leisurely and comfortable expression, chatting about major and minor matters in the cultivation world, walking all the way.

In the room, Ye Jiuqiu was already curled up on the couch, falling asleep with tears in his eyes.

Ever since he came to Yin Corpse Sect, the emotions accumulated in his heart finally reached the limit, and they collapsed and exploded under Bai Ran's intentional stimulation.

The panic of being suddenly taken captive, the hesitation of being far away from home, the longing for family members, the fear of the Infernal Corpse, the loneliness and helplessness of being alone, the grievance of being indifferent and hostile... Suppressed, suppressed, and finally couldn't bear it anymore .

Heart tired, mentally tired, obviously still hungry, but didn't want to eat anything, dazedly closed the eyes that were still crying, and hid in sleep as if escaping.

No one here would care about him. From day to night, the hut in the miasma stood alone, and no one would think of approaching him.

late at night.

The sky was as black as ink, and the sky over the Yin Corpse Sect was covered with overcast clouds. The moon was clearly invisible, but at the bottom of the valley where the Yin Corpse Sect was located, there was moonlight pouring down like quicksilver, dyeing every plant and tree in the Yin Corpse Sect with a gloomy whiteness. color.

Ye Jiuqiu was still asleep in the room, his tears had stopped, but the eye sockets were red and swollen, it looked like he had cried hard.

He also didn't sleep well in his dream, he was curled up in a half-lying position, biting his lower lip tightly, as if he was competing with someone.

His black coffin was placed under the window. The dark coffin body seemed to be able to swallow light, and it was like a ghost in the room half covered by the moonlight, making it difficult to detect.

Suddenly, there was movement in the black coffin.

With a slight "creak", the coffin lid was pushed open by an invisible force.A figure sat up from it, with black hair like a waterfall, and pale complexion that was even whiter under the moonlight, as if you could see the flesh and bones under the skin.

He slowly stood up and stepped out of the black coffin.There was no sound.

He walked step by step towards the bed where Ye Jiuqiu was, and walked into the darkness of the room from the moonlight.

Finally, he stood still in front of Ye Jiuqiu's bed.

He lowered his head, and his long hair fell by Ye Jiuqiu's hand.His right face was covered with a bone mask, and his left face was covered with black runes, making it impossible to read his expression.But his eyes were very focused, and only Ye Jiuqiu's face was reflected in his dark eyes.

He looked at Ye Jiuqiu in silence for a long time, then slowly stretched out his hand, and touched Ye Jiuqiu's face with his pitch-black nails, gently tracing the outline of the face bit by bit.

It was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

It is this face that has summoned so many disasters.

Finally, his fingers rested on the corners of Ye Jiuqiu's bright red eyes.

Are you scared?Are you wronged?miss family?

Every day, when you talk about family and friends, the more you mention them, the more I want to kill you with my own hands.

Innocent!madness!waste!coward!

They all died because of you, how dare you mention it in that tone!

A dark and destructive storm was brewing in his eyes, but his nails were like the whispers of a sympathizer, quietly and gently depicting the beautiful arc of Ye Jiuqiu's upturned eyes.

It only needs to scratch this layer of skin lightly, and the person will die.

It only takes him one thought, and this person's life will end at this moment.

All he needs to do is move his fingers...

He hooked his fingers, and gently rubbed the dry water marks at the corners of Ye Jiuqiu's eyes with his fingertips, then withdrew his hand.

No, I will not kill you.

If it kills you, your life is too good.From now on, there will be no more pain and sorrow, no more madness and despair, no more looking at the smug faces of despicable people, no more dragging down who hurts who kills who...

Why are you better off than me?

I want the road I walked, you have to walk it too!

I want all my resentment and pain to be imposed on you!

I want to watch you die like me, hopeless!

"It's too cheap for you to die now." He leaned close to Ye Jiuqiu's ear, whispering secretly and coolly.

Standing up, he stared at Ye Jiuqiu's eyes that were swollen from crying, and said in a low voice, "By the way, you were bullied today, didn't you?"

"Why didn't you tell Master?"

"I know what you're thinking. The young master's self-esteem, right? Even though he has suffered a little bit of grievance at home, he still has to find someone to sue everywhere. Why does he have a worthless arrogance here?" He seemed to be thinking Ask yourself and answer, "Don't want to be said to have a backer? Don't want to be treated specially? Want to gain recognition and respect from others?"

"Naive! Overreaching!"

"Why don't you use it if you have a backer? Your ability is far from the level of relying on yourself?"

"Do you know how miserable you would be just relying on the current you?"

He paused, and the corners of his lips curled up in joy: "Ye Jiuqiu, this is just the beginning."

Turning around, he walked towards the black coffin, but after taking two steps, he found that his hair was being pulled.Looking back, it was Ye Jiuqiu who somehow grabbed a strand of his hair in his hand, wrapped it around his fingers, and held it tightly.

"Let go!" He reprimanded in a low voice, but after the words fell, he realized that he didn't know who he was speaking to.The culprit was still lying on the bed and fast asleep.

Damn guy!Really kill you!

He walked back to the bed in a terrifying manner, but quickly moved Ye Jiuqiu's fingers away with extremely gentle movements, pulled back his hair, then strode back to the black coffin to lie down, and closed the coffin lid with a "swipe" .

Anyway, this idiot is about to stumble, there is no need for him to take action!

Ye Jiuqiu felt that he had a dream.

In the dream, someone gently caressed his cheek, the fingertips were as cold as frost, but the movement was extremely gentle, as if comforting, which made people nostalgic.

The man still said a lot of words in his ears, he had no memory of the specific content, but he felt that those words sounded very sad, and the person who said those words was also very sad, which was stronger than his current sadness. How much, it made him want to comfort him in turn.

In the morning, he opened his eyes, sat up on the couch, and then lay there in a daze.The shadow of the person in the dream was all over his head, his nose was sore, but it was no longer for himself, but for that person.

Who was he dreaming about?Ye Jiuqiu hugged his knees and thought in a daze, does he know that person?

If you know him, why can't you remember?If you don't know him, why is there such a strong emotion left in the dream?

It wasn't until he was so hungry that he let out a "grunt" that he woke up from the trance.

"I'll always remember." He said to himself, and quickly jumped out of bed to wash.After yesterday's suppressed emotions, I cried a lot, as if I had vented them all.

Already here, besides cultivating hard to the point where you can leave, what else can you do?

Isn't this something we already understood?

Ye Jiuqiu thought, the first three challenges of picking dead corpses, cultivating, and going home, now there are only two left.

Practice, go home.

He will work hard until that moment.