Murong paper on the snow mountain

"Didn't you say... that he was buried long ago?"

"It was King Ning who buried General Xie." Yan Yu said coldly, "I thought it was wrong, so I dug it up secretly. The severed limbs have been sewn up by a skilled craftsman, and soaked in red medicine. It seems to be in good condition. However, His Royal Highness King Ning may not know about this matter. Now that King Ning is trapped in Hannan, if it is 'General Xie' who leads the troops to rescue him at that time, I don't know if he will be punished again. me."

"In short, it's all evil fate. Whoever we meet, it's all evil fate."

Indeed, it is evil fate.

……

In the cold hall, bright candles were burning.Murongzhi caressed the pitch-black coffin, lowered his eyes.

I did this just for Zhao Zhao.

Just for Zhao Zhao.If it wasn't for that child, I wouldn't even want to see you again.

That's all.Anyway, it's just a shell.

The person lying in the coffin, probably because of being soaked in the potion, looked even more alive than the last time I saw it.Seeing Murong Zhi dazed in a daze, Yan Yuliang said: "Palace Master sees the old friend again, naturally he will feel sad, if you want Yuliang to avoid..."

"No, it's okay."

No reluctance, no sadness.

It's just a person who betrayed his heart in the past, so there's nothing to be sad about.

"Get up."

Get up, open your eyes, and save your King Ning.

Since you died to save him, you should be content to save him once after death, right?

……

Yan Yuliang had long heard that the corpse-controlling technique was against the sky, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't help being surprised.

This Xie Lu... This Xie Lu really sat up from the coffin following Murong Zhi's slight raise of his hand, and it wasn't the rigid zombie he imagined - that person seemed to have just woken up from a long dream, and even had a puzzled face He looked at his hands carefully, turned his head, and blinked his eyes in a daze.

It doesn't have the ghostly aura of a corpse at all, it's almost like it's really brought back to life.

What Yan Yuliang didn't see was that Murong Zhi beside the coffin had froze for a long time, looking at the person in the coffin in horror, his lips were trembling, and his face was even paler.

He has held corpses for many years, and he knows exactly what zombies look like when they are raised.

When lifting the corpse, it was always what he wanted the corpse to do in his heart, and the corpse would do it.Although it is possible to have a natural posture, and although it is not totally unresponsive to outside voices, sitting up like Zhao Zhao's mother before is the normal state of getting up.

But in front of him...but what did he see right now?

Xie Lv just turned his head and looked straight at him?There was a faint light in those eyes, as if they were alive.

"A paper."

The word lightly is more like Jiao Lei exploding.

No!Impossible, absolutely impossible!There's no way a zombie can talk, how could he, how could he...

The wrist was grabbed.The man's hands were very cold, the temperature of a dead person that Murong Zhi was familiar with, but the knuckles that grabbed him were obviously strong.

"Ah Zhi, I... am I dead?"

Listening to his question like that, he didn't know how to answer it.

"So now I... have really become Ah Zhi's little zombie?"

That was Xie Lu's voice, and it was also Xie Lu's demeanor, more like what Xie Lu would say, and even the wry smile on his face was what Xie Lu should have.

But all of this is simply impossible!How can a corpse talk?There has never been such a thing in the past!

Murong Zhi subconsciously wanted to take away the hand held by that person.But the man looked at him and smiled, got up neatly, sat directly on the half-closed coffin lid, then stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, and hugged him fully.

"Azhi," Xie Lu's voice was muffled, full of tenderness: "Did I... make you sad again?"

……

If it is said that the scarred heart has scabs and scars, and has become calm and cold, then it is just a firm hug, and suddenly everything becomes bloody again.

Anger, grievance, suffocation.

Sadness, pain, and overwhelming things that I don't know should be called resentment or longing.

Obviously, all this should have ended long ago.

It should have been... over.

Even if this corpse can see and speak, it is still dead, so it can no longer be Xie Lu.Even if it’s Xie Li, even if it’s Xie Li—

Even for Xie Lu, it's already over, isn't it?

why did you lie to me.

Murong Zhi gritted his teeth, and finally asked such a question uselessly.

Because he was really scared.Afraid that Xie Lu would simply say "I didn't lie to you", even without any evidence, he would be doomed again.There is no one in this world who doesn't lie to him, he knows it clearly, but he is still greedy for the little peace of mind that this embrace gives, even he feels that he is absurd.

Enough is enough.I do not want it.

It's obviously fake, and it's obvious that it's fake.

He pushed the person who was holding him away forcefully.Only then did he realize that as long as he wanted to, he had the strength to push that person away.

Xie Lv's expression was a little dazed, a little distressingly confused, while Murong Zhi gathered all his thoughts, and once again imposed his consciousness on the man in front of him——

Since you are the zombie I created, you naturally have to listen to me. You are not allowed to watch what I don’t tell you to see, and you are not allowed to say what I don’t tell you to say!Who allows you to still call me "A Zhi"?Who allowed you to hug me? !

"... Ah Zhi?"

Do you still dare to call me?

"What's wrong with you, Zhi? Zhi, I..."

The corpse stretched out its hand to him, but that hand finally froze as if hanging in the air, only an inch away from touching him.A little bit of bright light finally began to slowly disappear from the eyes of the corpse, and the hand finally fell down, obediently hanging by the side.

The expression on Xie Lu's face disappeared, and his body stood up straight. This is what a zombie slave should look like.

"What's wrong with General Xie?"

Yan Yuliang was puzzled to see him suddenly turned into a puppet, but Murong Zhi smiled, even though it was uglier than crying.

"Palace Master Murong, General Xie, what is he doing..."

"Heh...hehe..."

Suddenly, a few extremely eerie laughs came from my ears, echoing in the empty hall, accompanied by a gust of gloomy wind, which made the candlelight flicker.

Yan Yuliang's back shivered, the voice was not Murong Zhi, but it came from behind, in a split second, he turned around and held his breath, and put the folding fan horizontally in front of him, only to see the gloomy corner of the innermost Buddhist hall, the half-transparent The gauze curtain was lifted lightly, beside the Buddha statue, there seemed to be someone standing gloomy.

Focusing on the drama, he seemed to be a tall man in black Taoist uniform. The wide black cloak covered most of his cheeks, but it couldn't stop his black hair from dragging to the ground, like a ghost in the night.

"Paper. I didn't expect that."

"You are actually unmoved, huh, don't you like him very much?"

"What, is it possible that you changed your mind during the short time you went to Miaojiang? Your little apprentice doesn't look too good. Zhi, your vision for selecting people is really getting worse and worse. "

Murong Zhi's whole back was wet and cold from the moment he heard the laughter that he had always feared the most in his heart. His whole body seemed to be frozen in place, and he didn't even dare to look back.

But it was only for a moment, the man was already sticking to his back like a ghost, and the sharp nails caressed his cheeks, leaving two light blood marks.

"I don't want to be obediently by my side, but I can look at these vulgar things. I have lived for so long, but I am still moved by the sweet words of these young children over and over again. Paper, you, you, what are you doing?" What do you want me to tell you?"

"Master...Master?"

Murong Zhi's chin was pinched by that finger, and he raised his head in confusion, standing quietly in front of Xie Lv's body.

He suddenly understood—the words of Xie Lv just now, the way he looked at himself—there is only one person in the world who can control the corpse as if it were alive, and can completely confuse the real one, only...

Accompanied by the low and dumb smile that penetrated deep into the bone marrow behind him.He finally turned his head slowly. After more than 20 years of absence, the man's pupils were still as dark as the ink night and flickered with a touch of madness.

Master, it is still the same as before.

Completely, nothing has changed.

But, but... how is this possible?

It is clear that when Master left the palace, he was at least 30 years old anyway, and now he should be over [-] years old, why is that face still exactly the same as in memory, without aging at all?

The black-haired man didn't care about Murong Zhi's doubts, but narrowed his eyes and looked at the zombie man standing in front of him with his hands behind his back. After looking at it for a long time, he snorted: "Sure enough, even though it's a vulgar thing, it's born Good skin."

"Your little apprentice is also good-looking. Thinking about it this way, those people in Maple Leaf Villa are all beauties. I can't blame you for liking it."

"It's just... paper."

"When my teacher grounded you to listen to the Snow Palace, the original intention was to make you reflect on yourself. Who knows that you look so honest, but you can't sit still, and you have changed one after another. The past 20 years have been considered nourishing and carefree. Right? Now... have you played enough? Do you know how to calm down?"

... grounded?Let me reflect?

Murong Zhi was confused.Master...what is he talking about, why can't I understand?

"Oh, by the way, I haven't returned your 'past' to you, of course you won't remember it."

past?Murong Zhi was even more puzzled, did I... forget something?

"It's time, paper, I'm going to remind you of who you are and whose 'thing' you are. For all eternity, you can't... escape from my grasp."