Death Spell

Chapter 200

After listening to Sang Xie's words, Le Wenyao seemed to be completely baptized after listening to a Bible or Buddhist scriptures.The woman in front of you can be said to be safe with her, or she wants to kill you and you don't know how she died.

Whether it's the strategy or the control over people, it's all beyond her imagination, and it's not just the simple cunning and scheming that she thought before.Such Sang Xie is scary, but Le Wenyao is not afraid at all.

Looking back on the past, the performance of her and the witch, it turned out that they both hid themselves too deeply.The purpose is to not let myself and the forensic sister be aware of the unreachable distance.

The old man, the old man, all say that people live their whole life, and the smartest time is not when they are young, nor when they are brave and adaptable when starting a business, but when they become old people.

And the demon girl and the witch, who have lived for so long and are such talented people, how could they not understand those principles?

But after knowing this, Le Wenyao is not envious, but more distressed.

"Wen Yao?" Sang Xie thought that the girl still had a lot of questions to ask, but found that she was sitting on the bed and had been lost in thought. She put down the chess pieces and sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

Le Wenyao regained his composure, and looked at the woman in front of him like this, his eyes gradually turned red.

This reaction frightened Sang Xie, raised his hands to hold his face, and hurriedly said, "Wen Yao, what's wrong with you?"

Tears finally ran across Le Wenyao's face, dripping on the quilt, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, "Bitch, you've been living like this, aren't you tired?"

Sang Xie was not only surprised by Le Wenyao's reaction, but also rare.She was afraid that after confessing, this girl would be afraid of her and jealous of her. In Sang Xie's view, this kind of reaction was too pleasantly surprised.

Sang Xie said with a faint smile: "With you here, I'm not tired at all."

"You went to work with my uncle not just to protect Le family, right?" Le Wenyao covered Sang Xie's monstrous and cold face, and brushed her thumb over the tearless mole under her eyes, "At that time, you Do you and the witch have a... plan?"

Sang Xie wiped the tears from the corners of Le Wenyao's eyes, and said softly: "Not yet, after all...Ya didn't know that you and Tang Song would appear again. She just took care of her old friends according to the usual practice. For those eight people in your family She knew the word a long time ago. If she didn't say it, one is because the Le family has very strict rules and will not spread the matter to the outside world. The other is that she believes that your Le family has the ability to protect this secret."

"So that's the case. Now that I know it, why..."

"Because Ya knows that no matter what those eight characters are, the conclusion is killing. She doesn't want to, and she doesn't want to."

Hearing this, Le Wenyao immediately became nervous, after all, she lost the parchment.

"But now those eight characters have been taken away by Jiang You, no wonder Grandpa insisted that I enter at the age of 30, and the sorceress probably let me in." Le Wenyao frowned, looked at Sang Xie, and asked, "Is it?"

Sang Xie nodded without denying it: "However, before this matter, Ya also figured out the eight characters, that person is bound to get it."

"Why do you say that?" After finishing speaking, Le Wenyao suddenly realized, "That's right, if she didn't figure it out, she wouldn't ask Grandpa to hide something from me. It's all my fault."

"How could it be Wen Yao's fault? Since he took it away, he will naturally make subsequent moves. Let's just wait and see." Sang Xie comforted him gently.

Since they know so much, they must have a way to deal with it.

"Then what are we going to do next?"

"After dealing with some follow-up, I will take you to find them." Sang Xie smiled and said, "It's all over, are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat. Although the craftsmanship is not as elegant, it can still be eaten."

"I'm very hungry...but I don't need you to do it. Isn't there Uncle Wang?" Le Wenyao looked at Sang Xie's expression suddenly gloomy, and had a bad premonition. Be prepared, many people may die tonight.

"Witch!?"

"Bringing you back yesterday was still a step late."

When Sang Xie carried Le Wenyao back to Yayuan, she could smell the smell of blood all over the courtyard. She settled Le Wenyao and found Uncle Wang following the blood.

Heisha stood beside him quietly, as if sending him off for the last time.

There was a mess all around. Although Uncle Wang was old, after all, he was taught by Anya, and he had been entangled with her for some time.

The purpose was to protect Heisha from being attacked. From the scars on Uncle Wang's body, Sang Xie recognized that the perpetrator was Ruan Fengling.

"How did this happen! Why did this happen? Uncle Wang...he is already so old." At this moment, Le Wenyao's mind was full of Uncle Wang's kind smile. Such a good old man, why did this happen?She grabbed Sang Xie, "Could it be that these witches can't be counted?"

Sang Xie raised her hand to wipe away the tears from Le Wenyao's eyes. She and Uncle Wang had only met each other a few times, that's all.As for Uncle Wang, it is self-evident that Anya is sad to see him grow up since she was a child.

I still remember how she collapsed when Ge Nie died in front of her.She hated herself so much that she knew the result, but she couldn't fight against the sky and help them escape this catastrophe.

"So what if you can figure it out?" Sang Xie sneered weakly, "Like quicksand, have you started counting down to live?"

Le Wenyao froze in place with red eyes.

"If changing one's life is really that simple, why wouldn't Ya not do it?" Sang Xie sighed, "She knows that the price of changing one's life will affect the fate of subsequent lives."

Le Wenyao: "..."

"In her view, death...is just a reincarnation. If you change your lifespan for this life, it will affect your future life. People are more than this life. In her opinion, it is not worth it." Sang Xie knew this explanation, Le Wenyao didn't necessarily understand, and patiently said: "The fate of a person is determined by the sky, but Ya just saw the result in advance, but he couldn't change it. Looking at it from another angle, if we don't know anything, do we just accept it instead? It's like Your grandfather's departure, your parents' departure."

Le Wenyao: "..."

"I'm sorry, Wen Yao. I know this metaphor is inappropriate."

"No, you're telling the truth. I just feel uncomfortable, and the sorceress must feel even more uncomfortable when you say that." Le Wenyao said, feeling a little unhappy, looking at Sang Xie, "Then Uncle Wang... "

"I've already put his body in the crystal coffin, and she will arrange it when Ya comes back." Sang Xie touched her head affectionately, the heir of the Le family who rarely experiences life and death, and lives carefree, maybe This is just the beginning, and her existence is to minimize Le Wenyao's damage.

"Not only Uncle Wang, but I can't even contact Wang Tu. I'm afraid that many people will disappear in this city S these few days."

Not knowing whether it was Sang Xie's action or hearing these words, Le Wenyao looked at Sang Xie, unable to hold back her emotions anymore.

"The witch..."

"I'm here."

Le Wenyao pursed her lips tightly, and said seriously, "I want you to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you won't be able to..."

Seeing that Sang Xie's expression was slightly condensed, Le Wenyao kissed her softly. Although it was just scratching the surface, it was extremely precious to Sang Xie.

"...Wen Yao?"

"I don't care about the illusion, and I don't care about the fate. I don't want you to say things that I don't like to hear. I don't allow you to have trouble, and I don't want you to die. Any of us will be safe." Le Wenyao knelt on the bed , leaned over and hugged Sang Xie tightly, "I know it's naive to say that, but I just don't want to, I just don't want to. You once promised me that you would protect everything I want to protect for me. No, I want you to protect yourself, do you agree, can you do it?"

Sang Xie was hugged tightly by Le Wenyao like this, no matter it was these words or this action, she was surprised.The brows and eyes became soft, took a deep breath, and squeezed out an unusually beautiful smile.

She deepens the hug.

"Okay, I promise you."

……

Outside Xiaoyao Valley, on the solitary ridge covered with thick snow, where the biting cold wind goes, it is extremely chilly.

Anya was wearing a one-piece cyan cotton robe and a pure white cloak, the hem of which fluttered in the wind.With a leap, he returned to Xiaoyao Valley.

She was carrying a bamboo basket in her hand. When she was passing the wooden bridge, she lowered her eyebrows and listened to the steady breathing in Tang Song's room. She made sure that Tang Song was still sleeping, so she turned and walked to a place ten steps away from the pear blossom tree. , put down the bamboo basket, lifted the head pocket of the cloak, squatted down and dug out a jar of wine, facing the direction of Yayuan, lit the paper money, and put it into the pit where the wine was buried.

He took out two plates from the bamboo basket, Uncle Wang usually liked to eat, lit three sticks of incense, stood aside, and the thin smoke curled up.Anya snapped open the wine jar and spilled the wine outside the pit, the color of the soil gradually darkened with the wine.

"This pear blossom wine was originally buried for you. Thank you for taking care of me these years. In the next life, I will also keep you safe. Uncle Wang, please drink this wine from me!" After speaking, Anya held the altar in her hands and raised her head After taking a big sip, he drank in a hurry, coughed slightly, but held back, and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.

I just felt unbearable in my chest, and a tear fell.

Under the pear tree, paper ash is flying with the wind, accompanied by the mist in the hot spring pool, and the petals of crabapple petals fluctuating with the wind, creating a different scene.

More than half of the fragrance has passed, and the sacrificial wine has already seeped into the soil, slowly disappearing.

Ever since she was under the curse of immortality, Anya has been reluctant to associate with others. To her, other people's lives are nothing but looking back.

And this willingness or unwillingness has experienced the departure of many people.

From the extreme pain to the numbness, he really responded to Sang Xie's words.

The human heart is soft and kind at first, but it will harden and become strong in the end.

The sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the bamboo forest, reflecting the white snow, and dyed Xiaoyao Valley with a layer of dizzying white light.The mist in the valley rises and dissipates with the wind, and the petals also fall into the hot spring pool with the wind. Even the slightest sound cannot escape Anya's ears and eyes.

She sighed.

"I know you are most worried about Wang Tu at this moment, I agree with you, I will try my best to find him."

……

"...Well." In the bamboo house, Tang Song was sweating profusely, and the red line between his eyebrows was wider than before.

"Ya, let's go."

"Don't...don't come here."

"don't want……"

Tang Song turned over suddenly, opened a pair of absent-minded eyes, his face was tense, and stared straight at the bamboo ceiling.

The bamboo door was pushed open by Anya, and she sat on the edge of the bed, worried: "I'm here, I'm here, are you having a nightmare again?"

Tang Song closed his eyes, looked at the face close at hand, and smiled weakly: "Ya...you are here."

"Sleeping stupidly? If it's not me, who else will come?"

Tang Song propped himself up, leaned lightly on Anya's body, smelled the scent of incense on Anya's body, and asked softly, "Did you just come back from outside?"

"I went out. Seeing that you are weak, I bought some things for you."

Tang Song had already recovered from the nightmare, straightened up and tilted his head to look at Anya, dressed in ancient clothes, suddenly laughed: "Is that how you dress?"

"Huh?" Anya lowered her eyebrows and looked at the clothes, she was slightly taken aback, because of Uncle Wang's affairs, she didn't care about it, now recalling the seller's strange eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable, raised her eyebrows to look at her, and said angrily: "You Still laughing, who is to blame?"

"Blame me, blame me." A beautiful smile appeared on Tang Song's lips, "Ya, I'm hungry."

Anya had nothing to do with her, and smiled softly: "Then you lie down for a while, I'll bring you something to eat when I've made it."

"Ah."

Tang Song watched Anya leave, and did not wait for her obediently on the bed, but got off the couch, put on a coat, opened the window, sat quietly under the window sill, stared at the scenery outside the window, put his left hand on his veins, Lost in thought.

After five days of recuperation, Tang Song's body gradually recovered. Since there is no modern high-definition mirror in Xiaoyao Valley, there is an antique bronze mirror. Tang Song did not find the red line between her eyebrows.

However, her feeling in Anya's eyes was changing little by little, so subtle that she couldn't tell what was different.

Today, he even took out a list full of herbs and handed it to Anya, asking her to buy it from outside.

Anya looked at so many kinds of medicinal materials, and worried: "You are a doctor, you want these medicinal materials, but you feel unwell?"

"Look carefully, what kind of medicinal materials are these that I want you to buy?" Tang Song smiled and shook his head, "I want to put these medicinal herbs into my diet and to regulate my body. Don't you Also proficient in some medical principles, how can I deceive you, huh?"