I am neither beautiful nor crazy

Jiang Yu dreamed that he was walking on the street, and the street was crowded with people.

This is a place that he has never set foot in before, not the streets and alleys of the capital, if he had to describe it, it is probably halfway up the mountain.

People's dress is also very different from today's.

It's obviously just a false dream put together by intention, but Jiang Yu feels a strong sense of reality in it.

Including the surrounding scenery, including your own feelings.

He felt like he didn't belong here.

The people around laughed, chatted and greeted each other.But no matter who it is, the eyes are full of inner fear and desire.

Everyone, Jiang Yu was forced to see clearly.

He saw the man drinking and clinking glasses with his neighbors, thinking about how to snatch their family's priceless ancestral treasure; He figured out how to steal money from home, and then ran away with his friends.

A sense of physiological disgust arises spontaneously. He doesn't want to look up, doesn't want to see these people's eyes, and doesn't want to stay in this crowded market for a while.

He walked quickly along the street in one direction, but there seemed to be more and more people around him.The fear in everyone's eyes rushed into his mind, making his eyes go black, and he even wanted to spit out all the tea he drank in the morning.

Inadvertently lowering his head, he saw a jade stone hanging on his chest, which was clear and transparent, with an emerald green luster.

But it's not red.

In a daze, he seemed to see everyone walking beside him, staring at him with a smile, but the malice in their eyes was not concealed.

But when he suddenly raised his head, he realized that everything was just an illusion.The people around were still laughing and making noise like no one else was there, no one knew about his supernatural powers, and no one deliberately contained the malice in their hearts.

He started running forward.

But he knew he couldn't escape.

As long as there are people, he can't escape.

The next moment, the surrounding situation changed suddenly, and everyone on the street disappeared instantly. The clear sky that was as bright as day in the last second suddenly darkened, and the piercing rain fell on the head and face.

And Jiang Yu also discovered without any surprise that he was covered in blood and fell into the rain.

He has had this dream too many times.

17 years, countless times.

He knew that someone would walk slowly towards his body and say in a hoarse voice, "You coward."

He also knew that no matter how hard he tried to raise his head, due to excessive pain and weakness, he could barely see the man's shoes.

So this time, he didn't raise his head at all, and didn't struggle. He just submerged in the water indifferently, watching the horrific amount of bleeding wash away along the water, and plunged into the already scarlet soil.

The rush of the water is fierce.

It was only then that Jiang Yu noticed that his location might be a sloping mountain road.

The man walked up to him.

The rain on his face stopped suddenly, maybe the man held up an umbrella.

Jiang Yu waited for him to repeat that sentence, but after a long silence, he just squatted down silently and fully supported the entire umbrella beside Jiang Yu.

Due to excessive blood loss, Jiang Yu's senses became dull, and it took him a while to realize what the other party had done.

He saw the jade on his chest soaked in blood, and the emerald green jade body seemed to be stained by the blood, and bright red blood streaks gradually spread out of it.

He tried hard to widen his eyes to see, but found powerlessly that his pupils had gradually lost focus, and a strand of temple hair was hit by the rain in front of his eyes, bringing a crisp-itchy and cold uncomfortable touch.

The man stretched out his hand to help him brush away the broken hair in front of his eyes. His fingertips had obvious calluses, and he pressed the skin of Jiang Yu's forehead inch by inch, and he seemed to be trembling obviously.

Trembling to Jiangyu, even when delirious, it is hard to ignore.

He suddenly shuddered and opened his eyes suddenly.

The tents in northern Xinjiang are far from those in the mansion in the capital. There is always a cool breeze seeping in in the middle of the night, and Jiangyu will always wake up suddenly when his body is slightly cold.

Subconsciously looking down at his chest, he remembered that the blood jade had been handed over to Gu Yuan, and he had told Gu Yuan before that if he wanted to come to find...

The despair and negative emotions in the dream were still clogging his chest, Jiang Yu softly moved his frozen limbs, and walked out of the tent softly.

The cold air that hit his face forced him to wake up in an instant, and there was no one outside the tent except for a few soldiers on duty.A full moon in the sky exudes beautiful fluorescence.

On the night of the full moon, all kinds of ghosts come out, revenge for revenge, revenge for revenge.

The moon is full tonight.

Jiang Chibin lay alone in the barracks tent, wrapping himself tightly with a quilt.If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that his forehead is covered with fine cold sweat, and his head is constantly swinging from side to side, as if he is troubled by a nightmare.

There was an unclosed book beside his pillow, on which was written the detailed military situation that he was going to report back to the capital: the army and horses along the way were ambushed by the northern bandits, His Royal Highness the crown prince was killed by the enemy's poisonous arrow in his chest.

In his dream, he saw the tent door being opened, and then a person walked in.

Probably not people.

He was covered in blood, his white clothes were so dirty and tattered that he couldn't see the original color clearly, his hair was disheveled covering his eyes, only a very long feathered arrow stuck straight into his chest.

"You...don't come here." Jiang Chibin was so frightened that he was about to reach out for his sword.

The man suddenly opened his mouth, his voice was no different from His Highness the Crown Prince's, but his usual gentle and elegant voice seemed to be blocked and rubbed by blood and hatred, making it sound particularly hoarse and ferocious.

"You still have the nerve to write... the arrows shot by the enemy." The blood man said, "I saw with my own eyes that you shot this arrow from behind, and the feathered arrows you used are not very similar to the arrows used by the Beikou. Similarly, you can see the flaws with a little inspection. You have to burn the corpses on the entire narrow road in order to avoid people's eyes and ears."

"I... I didn't burn, I didn't burn in the end, I..."

He woke up suddenly from the dream and sat up.

The clothes behind him were already drenched in cold sweat, his face turned pale with fright, and he stretched out his trembling hands, intending to burn the half-written volume beside the couch.

A gust of cold wind invaded, and he looked out of the tent door like a frightened bird, only to see that the curtain was lifted by a corner, and there was no one outside the door.

At the same time, he heard a strange voice calling in a low voice, "Second Brother..."

again and again.

He hadn't fully recovered from the horrible dream just now, and he almost lost control when he heard this voice, and he was not in the mood to think about whether the voice belonged to His Royal Highness.

Putting on his clothes with trembling hands, he held the saber and walked out with modest steps.

who is it.he wants to ask.

But he suddenly discovered in horror that his throat was so tight that he couldn't make a sound, and the wound on his forearm was even more painful.

He opened the bandage and saw that the wounds that had nearly healed during the day were all torn apart, showing a hideous purple-black color.

He followed the sound and walked out of the tent door.

The soldiers who were supposed to be patrolling here had disappeared, but he seemed to have never seen them.

The voice seemed to know that he had walked out of the tent, so it also came from a farther place, leading him to a remote place.

However, due to the extreme oppression and collapse of his spirit, he unexpectedly walked past this and that voice. It seemed that only in this way could the prince's resentment completely disappear from his side.

Gradually away from the camp, he walked near the pile of corpses.

The pile of corpses was full of corpses recovered from the battle, and the corpse posing as the prince was dug out from here.

Jiang Chibin opened his mouth again, but found that his throat seemed to be tightly blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Like completely dumb.

Why is it suddenly dumb.

Thinking back to the weird state of the wound on his forearm, and the layers of medicine that the Taoist priest of Beijiang had applied thickly over the past few days, he suddenly had a terrible guess in his heart.

It's a pity that there is no time for him to doubt anyone anymore.

At this moment, a person walked out from behind the pile of corpses, and Jiang Chibin suddenly opened his eyes wide.

——It was almost the same as the ghost in the dream.

The white clothes that were supposed to be clean and tidy were completely stained with blood, and his face was covered in blood, making it almost impossible to discern the original appearance in the night.

But if he hadn't been so frightened that he completely lost his ability to think at this time, it shouldn't be difficult to find that this person is slightly different from the prince in terms of voice, height, and body shape.

"Where is my body?" the man said in a dark voice.

Jiang Chibin was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a plop. He wanted to speak but his voice was hoarse. He couldn't even yell for help.

The man looked suspicious at his appearance, "You can't talk anymore?"

He nodded sharply.

"why?"

He shook his head.

"If you can't say it, just write it." The man actually threw down a blood-stained pen and paper.

He wrote quickly, and the messy cursive handwriting revealed the master's current state of extreme fear, "I really didn't burn your body, I really didn't burn it, it was really lost, obviously...Obviously I let you They took good care of them in the camp, but they disappeared out of thin air. Big Brother... Big Brother, you can't kill me."

"Brother?" The voice was hoarse and sarcastic, "If you still recognize me as an elder brother, how can you shoot a poisonous arrow into my chest, and then write in the book that this is a hidden arrow from the Northern Bandits? He can deliberately fall into the enemy's trap for his own selfishness, regardless of whether the soldiers live or die."

Jiang Yu sneered, and continued, "Look back, among these piles of corpses, which one didn't die because of you, and which one didn't hate you to the bone! If they have spirits after death like me, they will come to ask you to ask for it." Life."

Before the words fell, there seemed to be an echo, a fierce wind blew past, and there seemed to be a mournful howl in the empty snow field, which was creepy.

"You want to save me, I know I'm wrong." Jiang Chibin walked forward on his knees, wanting to reach out to grab Jiang Yu's clothes, but he didn't dare, "I didn't sell you for that incident 17 years ago. Keep this a secret. Now...now you have to save me, you can't..."

Seeing the words "17 years ago", the man paused visibly to the naked eye.

Seeing the effectiveness of this bitter trick, Jiang Chibin instantly beamed with joy.

"Of course I can forgive you, but you have to do one thing."

"What, what is it?" His breathing was a little short of excitement.

"Admit what you have done." Jiang Yu paused every word, "Admit that you killed me by shooting an arrow, admit that you lied about the previous military situation, and admit that my body was stolen, instead of just looking for a body type Similar to me, and one more—"

Every time Jiang Yu said something, Jiang Chibin's complexion turned paler. He has always believed in ghosts and gods, and now he sees that the "Prince Ghost" knows everything about him, even the fact that he wanted to find a similar corpse to impersonate him. They all knew it well, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"One more thing." Jiang Yu bent slightly, and said deceitfully, "The secret of 17 years ago is also revealed."

Jiang Chibin seemed to be frozen all over, and he could barely hold the pen with his hand.If you confess all these things...especially what happened 17 years ago, how is it different from a capital crime?

As if seeing his doubts, the man's voice sounded above his head again, accompanied by a cruel judgment, "I only stripped your voice now, but if you don't act according to what I said, I will gradually take it away." Your ears, eyes, and heart."

He gave a low laugh, which made people feel hairy, "Until you go to hell with me."

"I'll write." Jiang Chibin wrote slowly on the paper, with a smile uglier than crying.

He desperately suppressed his breathing and heartbeat, tried his best to control the penholder, and slowly wrote down the details about the prince's arrow on the paper.

Every word is stained with blood, and every sentence is punishing.

"Hua Ya." The voice was light and light.

Just as Jiang Chibin was about to press it with trembling fingers, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

If the person in front of him is really a ghost, how can he use a pen and paper to force himself to draw a bet? In addition, if the hoarseness is really a ghost, then why is this "ghost" so surprised when he sees that he can't speak? ?

The heart and lungs that were so frightened were suddenly replaced by excitement and anger. Almost instantly, he pulled out the saber beside him and stood up, stabbing straight at the pretending man opposite him.

And Jiang Yu had expected him to act like this.

In a blink of an eye, he pulled out the soft sword hidden in his cuff, and directly met the opponent's fierce blade at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, but he eliminated the opponent's hasty and scattered sword intent with four or two strokes.

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Chibin suddenly saw the real body of the "ghost" in front of him, and was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked.

Jiangyu is a sick and useless vase, how could he use a sword!

Without giving him a chance to react, Jiang Yu took advantage of the situation to draw a sword flower while retracting the sword, and then stabbed at the opponent's eyes again with lightning speed.

This is not a temptation, not a maneuver, but an arrow on the string, one hit will kill.

The soft sword was like a runaway horse, like a falcon piercing through the air, its movements were crisp and neat, without any muddle.

Like the evil poisonous snake in hell, it finally showed its gorgeous patterns and spit out poisonous letters.All the camouflage and masks were savagely torn off, leaving only a bloody heart full of hatred.

Forbearance of more than ten years of enmity, all in this one sword.

Jiang Chibin watched helplessly as the tip of the sword magnified in front of his eyes, but his body seemed to be frozen as if he could not move an inch.

For the first time in his life, he felt such strong helplessness and panic, life and death crisis and powerlessness.

In the matter of life and death, those extraneous possessions that were once squeezed to the point of bleeding were like a joke.

He closed his eyes.

--bass.

The tip of the sword that was close at hand was suddenly bounced away by an unknown force, and a small phantom flashed across the eyes.Jiang Yu suddenly followed the phantom, and saw it hit the ground hard, bounced and rolled a few times, and finally stopped.

It's a tiny pebble.

he came.

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