It's better to fall in love

22. Farewell

"Well, you...are lovers?"

He Wanluo was tied back to the stool again, watching Xu Yingzhi gently lay Chen Sui on the sofa, and took off the windbreaker she was wearing to cover him.

"The memories you see are not all fake."

"Eh?"

He Wanluo was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that the memory he was talking about was the things he let himself see when he was on his body.

"At that time, it was a troubled time, with years of wars and wars, and there was no peace everywhere," Xu Yingzhi fell into memories. This memory that had been dusty in her heart for a hundred years was never told, but it was always engraved in her heart. I was a court painter, but was framed for having an affair with the concubine and went to jail, and the person who reported me was actually my wife who I have always loved and loved.”

"Fortunately, the minister who handled the case was Xiaoyi. He was the only one who believed in me and took pity on me when I was wronged. He used some connections to quietly rescue me and let me hide in his house. After a series of changes, I already had a good understanding of the world. Feeling so discouraged, but he dismissed a group of concubines in the mansion for me, and promised to never leave me forever. Those years were leisurely and carefree. We played the piano and painted in the mansion all day long, cooked wine and recited poems, all night long The land was relatively free to drink. Until the enemy invaded the country, all those in power fled in a hurry overnight, leaving him to guard the capital."

"That night, the soldiers approached the city, and the gunpowder smoke filled the air. The number of weapons of the enemy bandits was far greater than ours, and the bloody battle lasted until midnight."

"What happened next?" Seeing Xu Yingzhi's chatterbox opened, He Wanluo hurriedly continued to ask.

He Wanluo's history has always been bad. After thinking about it for a long time, he realized that the enemy he was talking about was probably the Eight-Power Allied Forces.If he hadn't been tied to a chair and didn't know what would happen next moment, he couldn't help but want to applaud the relationship between the two of them.

"Later I died." Although more than 100 years have passed, the memory is still fresh. When mentioning the farewell to Chen Yiran, hatred appeared in Xu Yingzhi's eyes. "There are people with ulterior motives among the soldiers who don't want to be with him The defenders of the city have long been quietly cooperating with foreign enemies. When he was defending the front line and the mansion was empty, he arrested me and forced him to surrender. Naturally, I didn’t want to be his burden, so I committed suicide under the city gate.”

He Wanluo couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. It seemed that Chen Suiyi could be regarded as a patriotic general, so he couldn't help but respect Chen Suiyi a little more.It turns out that there is such a story between them, and the relationship will be more unforgettable after experiencing life and death.

"For a long time after that, I was in a daze with no memory or consciousness. I was always a wandering soul, wandering in the world of the sun. In those years, there were more wars and dead people than living people. The three worlds were in chaos. , demons, and ghosts are all in the same space. It was Xiaoyi who found me again."

"At that time, more than 20 years had passed since I died. Xiaoyi searched many ways and got a treasure called Wuxiang Umbrella from an expert. As long as you use something with that person's breath as a lure, you can recall the person's body." Soul. Although I have been unconscious, I always follow him. He used the holy weapon to help me gather the soul, and let me attach to the corpse. The corpse will always rot. No body found."

"Hearing what you said, it seems like Chen..." He Wanluo originally wanted to call Brother Chen when he opened his mouth, but after thinking about it, Chen Suiyi is at least over 100 years old. ?”

Humans have a limited lifespan, and no matter what, they cannot live to be more than 100 years old.

"Xiaoyi and I reunited after a farewell. After a period of comfort in troubled times, we realized that he was a human being, and he would grow old and die one day. We have gone through so many ups and downs, and finally we can stay together. How can I stay together? could easily have killed him."

"Then what does that have to do with you wanting to kill me?"

"I discovered another use of the Wuxiang Umbrella. Putting it in the human body can avoid the pen of the judge and is not included in the book of life and death. But if you want to use the Wuxiang Umbrella to avoid life and death, you must use blood In order to lead, soul sacrifice, one life for one life. The soul of ordinary mortals lasts too short, and I also suffered backlash because of killing too much. Fortunately, the sky is not without me, and it was at this time that I met you .”

"If you go against the sky like this, you will be punished by heaven one day." He Wanluo finally understood why Jing Ling always said that the way of heaven is permanent, and one must obey the destiny.How many innocent people will pay the price for going against the sky once.

"You ask too much." Xu Yingzhi seemed to realize that He Wanluo was delaying time, her eyes darkened.He walked to the window to look at the moonlight, and whispered to He Wanluo with his back turned, "The time is almost up."

A full moon looms through the thin black mist outside the window, and the bright moon emits a faint halo, which slowly emerges from the clouds and mist and moves to the roof.

Xu Yingzhi walked up to the sleeping Chen Suiran, stretched out her hand to smooth up the scattered bangs on his forehead, and put her hand on his forehead. After a while, there was a faint red light flashing at the place where the palm touched the forehead, and the red light became more and more intense. Yue Sheng, then a small object emerged from Chen Yiran's forehead and landed in Xu Ying's hand.

This small half-moon-shaped object emitting a red light with hostility is the Formless Umbrella.

He Wanluo heard the name Wuxiang Umbrella at first, and always thought it should be a big umbrella. He was still thinking about how to put an umbrella into the human body, but now he saw it, and realized that although this thing is called an umbrella, it is half the hair of an umbrella. Money has nothing to do with it.

Xu Yingzhi walked towards He Wanluo, looking at him as if looking at a corpse, without emotion.He held a short-handled scimitar in his hand, and the blade was shining coldly under the moonlight. As Xu Yingzhi approached step by step, He Wanluo's heart also cooled down.

"Sacrifice with blood, use the soul as a guide, all appearances have no appearance, please see the Buddha."

Xu Yingzhi murmured, the Wuxiang Umbrella seemed to have been ordered, and flew up from his palm, hanging above He Wanluo's head, and the red light enveloped He Wanluo in it, until the red light completely enveloped He Wanluo , Xu Yingzhi raised her hand and scratched He Wanluo's arm fiercely, blood gushed out from the wound, as if attracted by the non-phase umbrella, the blood broke away from gravity, flowed upstream, and gathered on the non-phase umbrella.The moment the bright red blood came into contact with the red glowing holy vessel, it was like water touching a sponge, and disappeared instantly.

After He Wanluo's blood fused with the Wuxiang Umbrella, Xu Yingzhi avoided the arteries, and continued to make neat cuts on his arm one by one, blood poured out continuously from the skin.

It hurts.

The knife saw blood, but it was not fatal. The piercing pain made He Wanluo gradually become unconscious. The blood kept leaking from his body, and his life was lost along with it.His consciousness became more and more blurred, and he only felt that his body was slowly becoming cold.

Brother Jing, at the moment before he lost consciousness, Jing Ling's face appeared in front of He Wanluo's eyes, angry, smiling, silent, and shy blushing, one by one flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

It turns out that before people die, they will really see the person they want to see the most. Goodbye, Brother Jing...

I am so unwilling, obviously there are still a lot of things to say, and he is going to die like this.

Will Brother Jing remember him?Do you remember that there was such a troublesome guy at a certain time in his life, always causing trouble and asking him to help settle it, constantly making excuses to stay at his house and refusing to leave, always like to tease him and watch him cramped look.

Forget it, let's not remember it. Thinking about it this way, I really have a bad record, so why remember such a person will only add to the sadness.

Even if what he did could be called bad, but in order to get closer to that person, he didn't regret his bad.

It would be nice if we could meet that person again...

After coming out of the TV station, Jing Ling went non-stop to pick up the VIPs in the Monster Bar of Dreams. After turning the bar upside down, she was sure that He Wanluo was not there.Then I ran to several places and searched all the places that Shimeng often went to. Every time I searched, my heart felt cold. After several hours of searching, there was still no result.

He didn't know how much time he had left, judging from the tone of the dream just now, He Wanluo must be extremely dangerous tonight.

While she was in a hurry, the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number, Jing Ling didn't want to pay attention to it, so she hung up, and the ring rang again after a while.

"Hello? Teacher Jing?" It was Qin Tian, ​​"Have you found a leader yet?"

"Do you know where he is?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that maybe he went to meet the sponsor, the one from the Bauhinia Group."

"Thank you."

Concern is chaos, He Wanluo did mention this sponsor, but he didn't remember it in his desperation.

The Bauhinia Group, the sponsor, the missing female worker, all these things were connected, and Jing Ling felt a little heavier. He only thought that Shimeng hid the person, but he forgot that there was another demon in Xincheng.

Jing Ling didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately drove to the Bauhinia Group, when suddenly a familiar voice came from her ears.

"Brother Jing..."

The voice was almost inaudible, like a hallucination, but Jing Ling was sure he heard it.

He slammed on the brakes, and the car behind almost had no time to react, and the owner of the car behind opened the window and passed by Jing Ling cursing.

"Brother Jing...help me..."

Another sound, like a sigh, came from nowhere.

Jing Ling looked around in the car, across the green belt, he vaguely saw a person on the dark sidewalk across the road.

That person had a bully-looking baby face, wearing a black down jacket and jeans, standing blankly by the side of the road, his big round eyes staring blankly.

It's He Wanluo!