Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Fu Tong's gaze fell slightly, and landed on the stone stele engraved with the three seal characters [Long Xun Mountain] next to it.

This was engraved on it by Fu Qianyuan when he just learned to write the three characters Long Xunshan. Over the years, many things have changed, and many people have changed, but it remains the same as before, a little worn away by the wind and snow There is no trace of it.

Much better than him and Fu Qianyuan.

Fu Tong laughed at himself, stopped looking at it, and slowly walked past the stone tablet. The edge of the stone tablet was connected with an enchantment. As soon as he passed by, what he saw in front of him changed instantly.

From the outside, Longxun Mountain is still the old Longxun Mountain, standing silently in the years, as if it has not changed over the years, but what you see after entering is dead branches and snow, lifeless, just like what Canghuai said before It, which lost Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan, is dying quietly.

It turns out that the only thing that can be regarded as eternal is the inconspicuous stone tablet outside.

Fu Tong fell silent, and walked up the mountain step by step. At this time, it was just after [-]:[-], and it was dawn in Longxun Mountain. The end of the sky was still gray, but it was bright nearby, as if all the lights in the world It just stopped on him.

Fu Tong looked at it, and suddenly remembered that the day he left Longxun Mountain seemed to be the same. He walked down the mountain with Wen Rong. Nine years after.

At that time, he walked from the darkness to the dawn, and now he is going from the dawn to the end of the gray.

And what will happen at the end, who knows?

Fu Tong lowered his eyes, stepped on the dead branches against the wind and snow, and continued to walk up the mountain. He did not know how many times he had walked this road before. Every grass and tree around him grew up with him, but now they are withered and withered. It was so thorough that Fu Tong could hardly recognize their appearance.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Just like Meng Qi is to Fu Tong.

Fu Tong walked slowly step by step. After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

His and Fu Qianyuan's home used to be there.

Fu Tong stopped, stood at the corner and looked there for a long time, finally closed his eyes, and walked over in silence.

Many years ago, this was his favorite place to come. When he was free, he would always coquettishly pester Fu Qianyuan and let the latter accompany him to lie on the edge of the cliff and wait for the sunrise to watch the sunset. Fu Tong loves the brightness here, but now, When he walked in, the first thing he felt was darkness.

Darkness with a fishy smell.

Ugly and ferocious spirits crowded there densely, filling the ground and the sky.

Hearing the sound of dead branches being crushed behind them, they turned their heads, and Qi Qi looked at Fu Tong. The moment they caught sight of him, their eyes filled with malice. Everyone who passed by ripped it off and sank with them in the foul, fetid mud.

These malicious Fu Tong are all too familiar, and he even remembers some of the ghostly appearances in them, more than 500 years ago, in the same place, in the same situation, they also appeared in front of him with the same posture.

No wonder I didn't see it all the way, so I was waiting here.

Fu Tong was not surprised, he glanced at them lightly, took out the map, or the teleportation array, he found in the bronze coffin, and said in a calm voice, "I have tried all kinds of troubles to get me here, but the person is not there. What about photos?"

When he asked the words, what responded to him was countless sharp laughter.

"Little monster, are you back?"

"After so many years, you are still so useless, you can't even find a place to go, and you can only come back in despair in the end."

"Of course he's coming back. Where else can he go, an incompetent little monster like him?"

"Yes, yes, he is only worthy of lingering in such a dilapidated place."

"..."

Their laughter and ridicule lingered endlessly in his ears, Fu Tong listened, and felt as if he had returned to the past in a trance.

He hid in the corner in a state of embarrassment, his body was covered in blood and mud, and they were condescendingly entangled around him just like now, mocking and insulting, the voice was so sharp, piercing his heart dripping with blood.

That was his nightmare.

His most unbearable past, his weakest self, and his most hopeless moments were all immersed in this dream and could not rest in peace.

Fu Tong looked at them coldly. The nightmare from the past came back again, which made him almost unable to control the hostility in his heart, or in other words, he could no longer control it.

The blue pattern on the back of his chest seemed to be on fire, scorching hot, the blood all over his body was boiling, and a thin layer of blood mist was covering his eyes, everything around him was enveloped in this layer of blood mist, It was so hideous, it was extremely unbearable.

But his unbearable and bitterness is the carnival of these spirits in front of him.

They were laughing, their voices getting shriller,

"Have you seen what he looks like now? It's ugly. No wonder Fu Qianyuan wants to leave him. Who would like such a person?"

"Look at you, you used to be cowardly, but now you are extremely ugly."

"You thought it would be good to come back? Wake up, do you really think you can come back?"

"Little monster, don't look at us with such hostile eyes, you actually know it, you and we are actually the same person in the bones."

"Stop standing in the light despicably, that's not the place you deserve to be. The dark, dirty corner where you can't see the light is your final return."

These words are so familiar, and they haven't disappeared after so many years.

When he was still Meng Qi, they said he was incompetent, that he was useless, that it was only natural that he was left behind, and that Fu Qianyuan would never come back.

Now that he is Fu Tong, they say he is despicable, that he is unbearable, that he is a monster, that he has nothing, and that he only deserves to stay in a dark and dirty corner.

Fu Tong pursed his lips, lowered his head amidst the sarcasm around him, and remained silent.

The lines on the back of his chest are getting hotter and hotter, and everything burning will be out of control. The heavy-colored evil lines spread from the side of his face, and the evil spirit surrounding his body is getting heavier and heavier, falling into the eyes of the surrounding spirits. Glancing at each other, the maliciousness that succeeded appeared in the eyes, the laughter became more and more sharp, and the words that came out became more and more cruel.

But Fu Tong didn't speak.

Just like many years ago, he was blocked here with their malice, unable to resist, he could only hold himself silently and shrink in the corner.

This kind of him undoubtedly made the spirits around him even more excited. They laughed wantonly and poked at Fu Tongxin word by word.

At some point, the wind on the mountain became stronger.

The snow on the dead branches was blown off by the wind and hit the face of the person under the tree, which was painful. ,

After talking for so long and so much, I still haven't gotten any response from Fu Tong. These ghosts feel like they are singing a one-man show, and they are getting bored. They look at each other, and when they are about to do something further, they suddenly see Fu Tong move. .

He took a step forward and slowly raised his head. Most of his face was covered by evil lines, and the evil energy around him condensed into a black mist, which almost drowned his whole body: "Originally, I didn't intend to do anything to you, but It’s just a running dog, there’s no need.”

"But now, I don't think so."

He lowered his hand and held the Qianyuan knife in his hand with a blank expression. Although his pupils were scarlet, they were not ferocious or mad, and looked forward indifferently.

"I've been away from Longxun Mountain for too long, and it's been too long since I left the name Meng Qi. It's been so long that I can hardly remember what Meng Qi looks like, but I miss him very much."

"It's rare that so many people remember him and know his name, so...stay and spend time with him."

His voice had no waves, it rang softly amidst the rustling wind, it was too calm, without any deterrent force at all.

Most of the ghosts here don't know Fu Tong, and their impression of him is from Xizhao. If they don't take him seriously, they naturally don't take his words to heart.

After a brief silence, they laughed again, but a few spirits suddenly chose to remain silent after hearing Fu Tong's words, and took a step back subconsciously.

These spirits were the ones Fu Tong had seen before.

They looked at Fu Tong, and suddenly remembered that they had seen this scene many years ago.

At that time, just like now, they stood here condescendingly, watching Meng Qi hiding over there in embarrassment, full of pride and disdain in their hearts, because he was really too weak, weaker than many cubs they had seen .

This kind of weakness made them unscrupulous, and no one felt that he was a threat, but on that day, at that moment, this person who was regarded as a waste by them suddenly stood up, raised the knife, and gave them a faint look .

What kind of look was that?

Indifferent, silent, without a trace of emotion, looking at them is no different from looking at a dead person.

They will always remember that look in his eyes, and behind this look, there is the sky full of knife light, endless blood flow and flesh and blood wreckage all over the place.

They escaped with all their efforts at the beginning, hiding in the mountains and living in fear all day long, for fear that Meng Qi would find him, but they never saw him, and in so many years of peace, they gradually forgot the fear they once had, and were photographed by Xizhao. Bewitched, came here again.

And now, the past is coming back, and so is the fear.

Several ghosts looked at each other in fear, and each saw fear and panic in each other's eyes. The desire for life and the fear of death overwhelmed everything, and they suddenly woke up, no longer thinking about what Xi Zhao told them. Those words that were full of temptation, turned around and fled down the mountain amidst the harsh laughter around.

One step, two steps...the corner was within easy reach, and the cries of knives were already heard behind them, and the warm blood was sprinkled on them with the cries of knives, and then cooled down instantly amidst the screams around them.

Such coldness pierced into their hearts, making them shiver uncontrollably, and fled towards the corner even more frantically.

Just a little, just a little.

Just a little bit, they can escape and leave this place like last time, this time they will never listen to anyone again, and they will never take a step closer to Long Xunshan.

But sometimes, the choice has already determined the result in advance, even if their wishes are more eager, in the end, it is still a little bit worse.

When they were only one step away from the corner, a knife stabbed into the ground from midair, blocking their last retreat.

The surrounding wind and snow rose again, and Fu Tong's voice sounded in the wind, so soft, but it made people's hearts feel like ice was frozen, chilling the bones.

"Where else do you want to go?"

"Now is not the past. No one I want to keep can escape."

Despair spread rapidly in their hearts, and several spirits looked at the buzzing knife in front of them, knowing that they couldn't escape, and slowly turned their heads.

Turning around, he saw Fu Tong.

He stood among the corpses with a knife in his hand. The knife was soaked in blood, and the blood fell straight down like broken threads, but his body was spotless, and he smiled slowly at them.

That smile is so beautiful, hidden in the wind and snow, hidden in the blood and bones, there is a kind of bloody beauty.

And with this kind of beauty, after this smile, he slowly raised his knife towards them.

The sky is full of wind and snow, drinking blood and long blades.

It was the last picture they saw in their life.