Mr. Fu is always too annoying

On the other side, feeling Xue Ling's sword intent, before Rao She and the others could react, the white cat had already rushed towards the direction of the sword intent.

Bai Ying flitted in front of the bronze platform, and instantly disappeared from the sight of several people.

"..."

After a brief silence, Rao She came back to his senses first, and turned his head to look at the three people beside him: "How do we go?"

Should I go to the bottom of the blood pool to find the boss first, or go to Xue Ling first?

"Go to Xue Ling first."

Su Xuan quickly made a decision, she pointed to the blood pool, her voice was very calm: "There is a mechanism inside, it should only sink when it boils like just now, but we don't know what is the medium that triggers it to boil, Can't get through now."

Rao She looked in the direction of her finger, Xue Ling's old bronze sword was thrown into the pool of blood at some point, and now it was floating on the surface of the pool.

They all knew how heavy Xue Ling's sword was, and it couldn't sink, so it was even more impossible given their weight.

It is best not to do things that are futile, because doing them is also futile.

After thinking about this clearly, the few people stopped hesitating and rushed towards the direction where the white cat left. Before leaving, they didn't forget the old bronze sword, took it out and wiped off the blood, and let Fan Xiu carry it on his back again.

The path the white cat took when it left was not difficult to find, because it lost a lot of hair when it hit the copper coffin just now, and it scattered from its body when it ran, leaving traces of cat hair along the way.

A few people posted the amulets and searched along the cat's hair drop route, and finally stopped in front of another tomb. This tomb was different from the ones they had seen before. It was not wood or stone. The structure is made of bronze, and the color is heavy without leaving any gaps. It is more like a cage than a tomb.

Now, someone forcibly opened a gap in this cage. The edge of the gap is smooth and flat, as if made by a sharp weapon, and there is still a sword intent on it.

And what was perceived by everyone along with the sword intent was Xue Ling's evil spirit that was on the verge of berserk.

worse.

Thinking of the terrifying appearance of Xue Ling's indiscriminate attack when he entered the evil spirit, Rao She felt sorry for him, but he didn't dare to be negligent. He hugged the Taiji flag tightly and rushed in, followed by Fan Xiu and others, and entered with him. the burial chamber.

After entering, I saw the white cat first.

It was forcibly pushed back to its original shape by the evil spirit around it. A pitiful little one was clinging to Xue Ling's body and kept calling for its master, but Xue Ling was already half-entangled in the evil spirit, so he couldn't hear it speak or see it. , holding the sword and standing there expressionlessly, pointing the tip of the sword at the person opposite.

Or rather, ghosts.

The man was wearing a black embroidered shirt, with handsome features and a tall and straight figure. He looked at Xue Ling from the air, and he had a pair of beautiful eyes, which were lingering and transparent. The eyes on him are still gentle.

Xue Ling used to love his gaze like this the most, it was his youthful joy and the hope of success in everything, because of this gaze, he sent out his heart and all his longing and expectations, and the result?

What qualifications do you have, what face do you have, to still look at me like this?

Xue Ling's heart surged with hostility, and the evil spirit surrounding his body turned into a black mist under such violent emotions, like countless evil spirits with claws and claws, sweeping towards the surroundings with sharp coldness.

The white cat was unprepared, and was instantly knocked several meters away by the black mist. Although Sheng Yang had no entity, Rao She stood on the side and clearly saw his body become transparent for a moment when the black mist pierced through it.

This is obviously the appearance of an unstable soul.

His unstable soul also means that Xue Ling's life is in danger, but Xue Ling's situation is much better than Rao She imagined——

The person who was stimulated into evil just by seeing his original body's tombstone before, is not completely out of control in front of Shengyang, and the improvement is not at 01:30.

But not being completely out of control doesn't mean you don't need to worry about it. After all, it's very dangerous to go crazy on the verge of getting out of control.

Fan Xiu looked away from Xue Ling and lowered his voice: "Rao She."

The two have worked together for many years, and they have reached a tacit understanding in some matters to the extent that they can understand without saying it. Rao She nodded, quietly approached Xue Ling, and then took out a stack of Qingxin Talismans and pasted them on him like many times before.

If one is not enough, ten cards are enough, if ten cards are not enough, twenty cards are enough, if twenty cards are not enough, go straight to fifty cards.

I have done a lot of things like passion talismans, and it is not usually handy. After a circle of talisman papers is lowered, the evil spirit surging in the tomb spreads in all directions. Most of the evil lines on Xue Ling's face disappeared, and his eyes gradually recovered. Tomb-sweeping day.

Rao She sneaked a few glances, felt that Xue Ling's consciousness and rationality should have stabilized, and then tentatively opened his mouth holding the Tai Chi banner: "... Xue Ling?"

Xue Ling stood there silently, without responding, and without looking back, the tip of the bronze sword was still pointing at Sheng Yang from a distance, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

A few people couldn't help becoming nervous again, for fear that Xue Ling would be unable to control the evil spirit on his body. They were anxious, but saw Xue Ling suddenly retracted his sword, and looked away, calmly looking at them: "Why are you here?"

This kind of calm was too unexpected, Rao She was taken aback, but Fan Xiu didn't care about it.

"We should ask you this, right?"

Fan Xiu met his eyes, with a rare serious expression: "Running to Duling without saying anything, what do you want to do? You are such an old man, and you run away from home even if you have a disagreement. Come on, do you think it's appropriate for you to do this?"

Xue Ling pursed his lips, stood there with lowered eyebrows, and did not speak.

Rao She felt distressed seeing him like this, so he quietly pulled off Fan Xiu's sleeve from behind, and said in a low voice, "Don't scold people as soon as you come up. It’s understandable, it’s good that people are fine, isn’t it?”

Fan Xiu's expression softened a little, but he didn't intend to let this matter go, his eyes still stopped on Xue Ling, and he asked seriously: "Let's not talk about anything else, Xue Ling, let me just ask, are you coming back this time? What exactly do you want to do?"

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden silence around him.

It took a long time before I heard Xue Ling's voice, the voice was soft and indifferent, as if floating from a distance.

"...Actually, I didn't want to do anything."

He came to cross the mausoleum, but he just wanted to ask Qin Shengyang why.

Why do you do this to me?

How did Xue Yanzhi feel sorry for you, so that you made you treat me like this?

This question has been buried in Xue Ling's heart for too long. He has been thinking about this question since the day he was pushed into the magic circle by his beloved and turned into ashes. He gritted his teeth and cultivated in resentment and hatred, just to ask Sheng Yang for an answer after reshaping his flesh and blood, but when that day really came, he was afraid.

He was afraid that the person he loved would look at him with mocking and indifferent eyes, and say those cruel words that he couldn't bear at all.

So he escaped and left Duling in a panic and cowardly manner. After wandering like a wandering spirit for more than 1000 years, he finally arrived at the Monster Bureau.

That is his second home.

Here, he has new friends, a new family, and starts a new life. This life is peaceful and peaceful, so beautiful. Slowly, slowly, he seldom thinks about the past .

He thought he let it go, thought he didn't care anymore, but the facts told him that he still cared a lot, he cared so much that he hadn't shown his original shape to others for thousands of years, he cared so much that just by looking at it, he couldn't control his emotions and was about to be killed. Stimulated to the point of death.

How ridiculous.

Xue Ling hated himself like this. He kept thinking about it during the time when Jingyun was watching the Qingsha, and finally decided to come back and ask Shengyang to ask the question that made him escape for thousands of years. Make a complete break with the past.

But he overestimated himself.

Xue Ling thought he could face Shengyang calmly, but when he got to that point, everything was out of his control. When he saw Shengyang, he thought of the shock and despair when he was pushed off the magic circle. He sighed, thinking that it seemed to be the same at that time, he raised his head in the sound of Chengyang, and was just about to smile at him, when he saw a hand appearing in front of him, pushing him back hard.

That hand, the one that belonged to his beloved, who once folded flowers and hair for him, and was kissed countless times by him, when he was full of trust and most defenseless, pushed him to the ground without leaving any room. In the abyss.

Resentment, resentment, despair, violence.

A lot of unbearable things have been buried in my heart for many years to break free, driving Xue Ling to go crazy, wishing I could, wishing I could...

I wish I could tear the person in front of me into pieces and bring him into the abyss together.

But that was not his intention.

He had finally come out of the abyss, and he cherished the present life more than anyone else.

Fortunately, Rao She and they came in time.

Xue Ling closed his eyes, unwilling to think about those things again, and after standing there silent for a while, he suddenly laughed at himself.

"never mind."

His voice was so low that even Fan Xiu, who was closest to him, couldn't hear him clearly. He wanted to ask, but Xue Ling had already turned around and said to them in a very calm tone: "Let's go."

He didn't want to stay here for another second, and he didn't want to see the person behind him again, and he no longer wanted to know the answer to the question he wanted to ask.

...he is still a coward after all.

Xue Ling thought about this with self-deprecation, and felt that he was ridiculous and embarrassed. He didn't want to talk anymore, so he walked outside with his sword in hand.

Just after taking two steps, I suddenly heard a "bang" behind me.

It's Shengyang.

Fearing that Xue Ling would fall into evil because of him, after the initial sound, Sheng Yang did not make a sound, and kept looking at him with gentle and obscure eyes behind Xue Ling, until now, when he heard Xue Ling use Said in such a calm tone that he wanted to leave, he could no longer restrain himself, rushed outside eagerly and in a panic, wanting to go to Xue Ling's side.

But it's no use rushing.

There is an enchantment around him, but it doesn't seem to be to resist external disturbances, but to trap him. Cheng Yang bumped into it a few times, and the enchantment was not damaged at all, but he was hit back by the impact and became injured. translucent.

The heart-piercing pain pierced into the heart, and Xue Ling's body stopped suddenly. The person who had survived the bite of thousands of ghosts couldn't bear the pain at this time, and half-kneeled on the ground with a pale face.

"Don't move!"

Rao She became anxious for a moment, roared in the direction of Shengyang, took out the soul-suppressing talisman and pasted it on Xue Ling's body without counting. There was no room for him to slow down.

Rao She and Xue Ling have known each other for so many years, seeing the latter's calm and calm appearance, and suddenly seeing his weak and pale side, his eyes turned red with pain: "How are you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Xue Ling pressed his sword against the ground, stood up unsteadily, his face was terribly pale, "What's going on? I..."

In the middle of speaking, as if suddenly realizing something, Xue Ling turned his head and looked at Sheng Yang suddenly. The latter's eyes never moved away from him, and he was looking at him helplessly. Their eyes met, and after a while, Xue Ling suddenly smiled.

"Qin Shengyang."

He looked at the people in the distance, smiled miserably, and said the following words almost word for word: "How can I be sorry for you, so that you treated me like that when you were alive, and you still don't let me go after death?"

This sentence buried in the bottom of my heart for thousands of years, after experiencing countless sufferings and struggles, was finally asked at such an even more unbearable time.