I see the snow

If there is a moment in Mu Ziling's life when he finally hated Qin Yi.

...Probably at the moment when he watched A'Zhu die in front of his eyes.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the intense rain made Mu Ziling unable to hear the sound outside.

He struggled frantically, but it was all in vain. At some point, the outside had already quieted down.

The door and windows of Mu Ziling's room were still covered with poisonous spiders and scorpions, but most of them were dead and crushed.

There is a little skylight leaking into the room through the gap, as if the sky is about to dawn.

The Snow Harrier boy squatting on the tree watched all the struggle, at this moment, he finally jumped down from the tree.

There was water on the ground, and there was a "pop", and then, every time he took a step, there was a sound of water under his boots.

He walked into the courtyard, and the scene of last night's evil wind covering the sky and bloody rain had completely disappeared.

The rest are only small puddles, reflecting the white sky that is not yet bright.

He picked up Ah Zhu who had landed in front of Mu Ziling's gate.

A thin strip, it used to be hidden in Mu Ziling's sleeve, and no one could peek at it carefully, but now it is entangled and lying in the stagnant water, motionless.

The slender and weird pupils were still slightly open, as if they were staring at the eyes, guarding Mu Ziling until the last second.

It's so strange that a snake king can actually block thousands of ghosts.

The boy thought.

He handed the Snake King to Xue Harrier, and Xue Harrier flinched, then picked it up, and flew into the room with fluttering wings.

Mu Ziling seemed to be dead, the pillow in front of him was full of water stains, his wrists were dripping with blood, and the sticky blood soaked the edge of the bed——

"Tick tock" fell to the ground.

Not far away is a blood-stained fang of Arjuna.

Xue Harrier hovered, and gently placed A'Zhu's body on Mu Ziling's wrist——

It seems to be no different from holding it in the past, it is still cold and cool, but the flexible snake body is slightly stiff.

Mu Ziling's blood stained Ah Zhu's body, making it look as bright red and beautiful as before.

Mu Ziling remained motionless.

Snow Harrier blinked, flew out again, and landed on the boy's shoulder.

The boy stroked the snow harrier's feathers, as if comforting and rewarding.

"Is it delivered?"

the boy asked.

Snow Harrier nodded.

The young man turned his head to look at the closed quiet door, waited, then tilted his head and said, "Strange, why haven't you come out yet."

The raindrops under the eaves were dripping, falling into small puddles one after another.

He took a few steps forward, intending to knock on the door of Mu Ziling's room.But the second he took a step——

The water that was about to drop condensed in the air, and a strong yin energy suddenly exploded from the room, and countless resentments and evil thoughts came out vigorously.

All of a sudden, all the ghosts cried together, Wu Bian opened wide, and the color of the world changed instantly——

The young Xueharrier, who also practiced spiritism, felt an extremely powerful oppressive force, forcing him to bend down while clutching his chest.

"This is……"

He murmured silently, and raised his head with difficulty to look at the door of Mu Ziling's room.

I saw black air rising around me, and the bright sky darkened again.

Evil thoughts from all directions began to gather, like a curtain slowly covering the sky from the four corners.

All the newly dead ghosts on the battlefield rushed towards this place, like the eve of the gloomy storm, coming to recognize the Lord with cheers and roars.

——This is the second time that the head of a hundred ghosts has been born in the world.

A slender figure slowly walked out of the black mist. Mu Ziling's whole body was haunted by a ghostly aura, his face was as pale as death, and traces of blood were oozing from every bone knot.

On the white robe, it was like dotted with crimson roses.

The ghost who had attacked Mu Ziling just now became a blood sacrifice, and was torn into pieces by the new dead soul in the blink of an eye to show his loyalty to the ghost master——

"... Cough, you're awake."

The Xueharrier boy stood up with difficulty, looked at him and said, "You are free. I am here to—"

However, before his words fell to the ground, Mu Ziling grabbed him by the throat and lifted the young Xueyao up in the air.

"...Come...help...you."

The young man struggled to finish the words intermittently, and the snow harrier fluttered into the air.

Mu Ziling's expression was indifferent, with a sense of superiority and inviolability.

If it is said that Mu Ziling was always a little gloomy and treacherous in the past, there is no trace of "humanity" on him now.

Just like an indifferent cold jade statue.No mind, no mood.

There is no fresh breath in the whole body, only the dead breath like ashes remains.

The Xueharrier boy was pinched to the point of suffocation by him, and his toes gradually left the ground.

But strangely, despite this, the expression on his face was still unexpectedly tame, without any trace of struggle, just shivering and weakening a little bit.

The crack in Mu Ziling's heart was expanding rapidly, and his pale cheeks and slender fingers were slowly covered with a layer of rotten black air.

After the young Xueharrier completely lost consciousness in Mu Ziling's hands, Mu Ziling slightly raised his hand and threw him to the ground casually.

Mu Ziling glanced at the small courtyard that once bound him, and finally shook his fingers lightly.

However, this time, what he summoned was no longer a ghost, but an endless blue flame that suddenly burned out from the ground——

In an instant, the mansion was filled with flames, and Mu Ziling walked out of the fireworks in white clothes.

There was an evil ghost hiding in the darkness, terrified and trying to escape, but Mu Ziling snuffed out his soul with a finger hook.

"Kneel down."

Mu Ziling sneered, with a cruel smile on his face: "I never accept any apology. If you're sorry, go to hell."

On this day, the sun was covered by dark clouds, the flames of war were not extinguished, and blood flowed for thousands of miles at Chifeng Pass.

Mu Ziling traveled all the way from Chifengguan to Falling God Tower, regardless of the success, slaughtered tens of thousands of people, and gathered 700 million dead souls in one day.

It is known in history as "the arrival of the Phoenix, and the empty city of Chifeng".

After the fire was raging and Mu Ziling left, a figure slowly walked out of the woods.

At this time, most of the servants in the mansion had fled in all directions, and there was no one around.

He squatted down and sniffed the breath of the young Xueyao who had been strangled to death by Mu Ziling.

still alive.

He withdrew his fingers and carried the boy on his back.Then he walked back into the woods and disappeared very quickly.

……

On the battlefield several miles away, the fighting continued.

Screams and shouts filled everyone's nerves. Qin Yi put on armor and rode a tall black horse to kill the enemy left and right, with blood splashing all over his face.

But I don't know if it's some kind of intuition or what, Qin Yi always has an ominous premonition today.

His right eye twitched violently, as if something bad was about to happen.

He looked coldly at this Sheng Yang who knew he was going to die and charged forward.

"……wrong."

Qin Yi frowned, and suddenly murmured: "No...!"

These people are dead soldiers, knowing that it is impossible to win, but they are so desperate, the purpose is just to hold them back.

The plan behind it may have other intentions.

Qin Yi's pupils tightened instantly, and immediately shouted angrily with a halberd: "Retreat!...Retreat!!"

But it was too late, they were caught too deep in the enemy's encirclement.

Once Qin Yi retreated, Sheng Yang's people would stop him even more desperately.

"Go back first and hold the camp."

In a hurry, Qin Yi yelled as hard as he could, and ordered to his subordinates: "I am alone. If there is any change, send Mu Ziling to Shen Xingtai...!"

The target of this group is him.

Qin Yi clearly judged that he needs to explain everything in advance.

"...Your Majesty, please retreat with your subjects!"

The deputy general refused to leave alone, and said hoarsely: "I can't keep you here!"

Qin Yi wiped the blood on his face, and said in a low voice, "Before February [-]th, you must go to Shen Xingtai...Remember!!"

Then he pushed the lieutenant away and led a group of people into the encirclement.

This is February [-]th.

Sheng Yang's Guanxing Pavilion issued a secret order, ordering Wang Weiliang to protect Mu Ziling's freedom to come and go no matter what.

Because this day is the beginning of Liang Cheng's star palace breaking away from the original track and turning from bright to dark.

The fate chart is about to start turning.

The lieutenant returned to the camp with a team of troops, only to find that the entire camp had been burnt to scorched earth.

The only luck is that "Mu Ziling" is still there.

It's just a little strange, this "Mr. Mu" has his eyes closed, as if he doesn't have any consciousness, just like a puppet.

The deputy general didn't have time to think about it, and listened to Qin Yi's order, and immediately sent someone to send Mu Ziling to Shen Xingtai.At the same time, he brought reinforcements into the battlefield again to reinforce Qin Yi.

It took Qin Yi three hours to get out of trouble, and it was already dusk on February [-]th.

After he arrived at the camp, he didn't rest for half a minute, and rushed to Shen Xingtai himself.

"Gu is going to see him in person."

Qin Yi said.

Shen Xingtai Mountain is high and the road is far away, the horses and carriages are tired.

If it was for Mu Huai'an, Qin Yida could take a break before setting off, or simply wait until Mu Huai'an came back to life before sending him back to him.

But he couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt in his heart, he only thought persistently that he must go to see him.

For Mu Huai'an who is about to be resurrected...or Mu Ziling for the last time.

At the same time, Falling into the God Tower.

Mu Ziling stood at the entrance with 700 million dead souls.Here is a long and narrow valley, overgrown with wild grass and deserted.

It is rumored that a god once fell into the sky here, his weapons fell into Chifengguan, and his body was buried here.

Hence the name "Falling God's Tower".

But this place is also the junction of the connection between Wujian and the world. Once it is destroyed, there will be no kid in the world to borrow.

Mu Ziling remembered what the young man in black had asked him before leaving:

"Have you thought about the consequences?"

Yes.

Mu Ziling pursed his lips slightly, thinking, he's already thought about it.

Once he had a brief remorse and wanted to give up all of this.

But now he realizes that this is where he belongs.

... In this world, there is nothing that can hold him back.

Mu Ziling stepped into the Fallen God Tower, and at that moment, many past events emerged in his mind:

The boy by the West Lake, the water embracing his chest, the sweet scent of lotus seeds... But all of this, the moment A'Zhu's flexible and slender body slumped down, receded like a tide.

Only the cold ridiculousness and absurdity remain.

Mu Ziling walked slowly, but resolutely stepped into the canyon.

And at the first step, a thunderbolt suddenly struck him, Mu Ziling did not look sideways, and blocked it with his backhand, and thousands of ghosts roared out immediately, dispelling the thunderstorm.

He shook every step, and the thunder and lightning crazily split downwards. Mu Ziling ignored it, and although his body was extremely weak, it brought unprecedented heaven and earth to Fallen God Tower.

"Young Master Yin, Young Master Yin!"

Some ghosts who refused to return to Wujian screamed and shouted: "Why did you push us to this point! Liang Cheng's emperor loves you!"

However, Mu Ziling was unmoved. He even felt sick for a while, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted:

"Shut up! I hate him!!"

"...Hate, how could it be hate?"

The ghost bewitched: "You have been waiting for him since eight years ago... If you let us go, you will also let yourself go... Don't you want to go back with him?!"

same return...

A mocking smile appeared on Mu Ziling's face, and he said hoarsely, "No need."

"I only hope that in this life, in this life, and in the next life, I will go astray with him and never meet again!"

Finally got to this point.

The nostalgia and dreams of youth have now become strangers and the past beyond recognition.

I'm afraid that Qin Yi would stand in front of him again at this moment, holding Mu Ziling's lotus seed steaming that he had been looking forward to for the whole boyhood, Mu Ziling would just knock him down indifferently, and then leave without looking back.

"Whoever mentions his name again will die!"

Mu Ziling crushed the ghost's soul that was tempting him, and shouted to the sky: "The wind is coming——"

In an instant, the Fallen God Tower was full of wind and clouds, and the dark sky was like a whirlpool.

The young man in white robe pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other:

"Rain is coming—!"

The sky and the earth are changing color, the wind is violent and the rain is rushing.

Every inch of land that Mu Ziling walked on in Fallen God Tower is collapsing, separating, and turning into ruins at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mu Ziling was surrounded by tens of thousands of ghosts, and they protected him step by step towards the valley during the thunder and lightning.The majestic and treacherous valley is being pushed down by a mortal, wiping away inch by inch with his own hands.

During the period, some ghosts were exhausted and wanted to escape, but Mu Ziling scratched his palm and smeared blood like no limit.

The dripping blood was splattered wantonly, and the ghosts and ghosts couldn't resist the temptation, and fled back again.

They were almost carnival, wrapping around Mu Ziling's body, almost half of Mu Ziling's body was being bitten and sucked by the ghosts.

He took a hard breath, but then continued to walk forward——

Perhaps it was because his lifespan was passing by so fast, Mu Ziling's entire body was about to be exhausted, and his black hair was turning white from the tip, and it was spreading upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

...this life is coming to an end.

Mu Ziling thought vaguely that an auditory hallucination sounded in his ear, as if someone was calling him behind his back:

"Phoenix-"

It was the voice of the young Qin Yi.

However, there was no disturbance in his expression, and he had no intention of turning back at all.

The last part of this world to retain him has no effect.

It was too late, the love that was once pursued so passionately was now as low as dust in Mu Ziling's eyes.

"... Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu."

Mu Ziling murmured, and then he laughed loudly: "...It's too late, it's already too late! You didn't give me what I wanted, but now it's in my hand, and I'll feed it to the dogs too!"

His hatred was as passionate as his love, and Mu Ziling was such an unrestrained person from the beginning to the end——

When he wants love, he chases and demands desperately; but when he doesn't want it, he also never looks back.

Mu Ziling walked into Wujian step by step, taking his 700 million dead souls with him, all the sins and loves and hates in this life, at the last moment before he lost consciousness, what Mu Ziling thought of was not Qin Yi——

It's that in this world, there can finally be no more "gongziyin".