The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

"I didn't lie to you!" Heng Yan said loudly, looking straight at him impartially, with a very serious expression: "Wang Ye, he is really not Xue Shaoqing!!"

"I don't believe it!! I don't believe it!!" Shen Moyan's ghostly expression was a little frantic, and the monk didn't even see his movements clearly. The next second, the man was like a violent and bloody beast, and he pounced on him in an instant.

The sharp claws of those hands emitted bursts of cold light, and the fingertips touched the carotid artery of his neck. With a little force, the skin was pierced, and a scalding drop of blood rolled out.

"I'll kill you!!!" Shen Moyan roared like a demon from hell.

"Presumptuous!" Heng Yan flicked his sleeves violently, and a strong wind blew up all around. Shen Moyan was thrown out of the wall and fell to the ground, his internal organs were aching.

Heng Yan took a deep breath, got up and looked at him, but his eyes were a little complicated, and he lowered his head for a moment, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I have sinned."

"How is it possible..." Shen Moyan lay on the cold floor, his scarlet pupils were hollow and unable to focus, and he muttered to himself as if he couldn't hear the monk's voice: "They look the same...you also said...80 years of reincarnation... How could it not be...impossible...impossible..."

"Shen Moyan." Heng Yan sighed softly, walked forward slowly, leaned over to support his shoulders, and said sincerely: "There is nothing wrong with reincarnation in 80 years, and there is nothing wrong with them having the same appearance, but he is indeed not Xue Shaoqing."

"Why?!" Shen Moyan raised his head and looked into the monk's eyes, his body was trembling and unable to support himself, he grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers and asked hoarsely: "It's not wrong, why can't it be? Did you see it wrong? Let's go now Hospital, can you take a closer look? Maybe you made a mistake? Let’s go, let’s go to the hospital, let’s go now!”

He pulled Heng Yan's wrist and wanted to stand up, but he was caught by his hands suddenly, and his compassionate voice was like a ghost talisman from hell: "I read it right! He is not! Xue Shaoqing's soul is not in Wang Ye at all!"

"You lied!" Shen Moyan widened his eyes and shook his head in disbelief: "The body belongs to Xue Shaoqing! The reincarnation is also Xue Shaoqing! How could the soul be different! You lied to me! You lied to me!"

"I didn't lie to you!" Heng Yan frowned and closed his eyes, as if trying to calm down his emotions, he stood up and stopped looking at him, but the beads rolled faster and faster in his hands: "I saw it at the scene, the body, Reincarnation is true, but Xue Shaoqing's soul is not there! He is just a mortal who inherited Xue Shaoqing's six souls and body! His character and thinking are completely different from Xue Shaoqing's! Didn't you find it?!"

"Six souls? Body?" Shen Moyan shook his head tremblingly, and asked unwillingly: "Then who is the soul in his body now? Who occupied Shaoqing's body?"

"No one! It's just luck!" Heng Yan looked back at him, frowning, not knowing whether he should say it properly: "Xue Shaoqing is destined to be rich and powerful in three generations, the reason is this luck, no soul enters the body in this world, so it's just luck." Since he transformed this breath into his soul to reshape his fate, he will continue all the splendor endowed by his fate, and even be able to remember fragments of past lives, but he is not Xue Shaoqing after all! After he dies in this life, he will no longer be able to enter the reincarnation of the three realms, a soulless person It can't be tolerated anywhere!"

"No, no, no," Shen Moyan couldn't accept this statement at all, and his pretty face was even distorted: "What about Shaoqing? Where is Shaoqing's soul?"

"I don't know." Heng Yan sighed heavily, "Maybe he stayed in the mass grave back then and drifted away, or maybe he wasted away in this short period of time. In short," he looked at Shen Moyan and earnestly advised: "Let go, this is a God's will is irreversible."

"I don't know? God's will? Hahahahahahaha..." Shen Moyan repeated a few words silently, raised his head and laughed in vain, as if hearing the most unbelievable nonsense in the world, he staggered decadently and stood upright, watching Heng Yan's eyes burst into a deep bone hate.

"I, Qingdeng, lived alone for a hundred years just to wait for his reincarnation. Now, you tell me that Xue Shaoqing is gone...lost...and you call it God's will...? Hahahahahahahaha. ..."

"If there really are nine heavenly gods in this world, and what you call the Tathagata of the West! Then rain down the thunder and smash me to pieces! Otherwise, I will go against my long-cherished wish! I, Shen Moyan, will meet the gods and kill the gods! I will kill the gods when I meet the Buddha! I will make the whole three worlds suffer. I will be buried with you forever!"

"Boom!" There was a loud explosion in the sky, the torrential rain seemed to swallow the earth, and the dead trees outside the window were split by lightning and thunder.

"Shen Moyan, you're crazy!" Heng Yan said angrily, "You're going against the heavens in this life to live forever! Don't blame the old monk for doing justice for the heavens if you speak such wild words again!"

"Crazy? Hahahahahaha," Shen Moyan looked like a demon from hell, his crazy face was full of tears, "I've been crazy for a long time! The heavens came to take my life! Why should I not die or live in this world for a hundred years! Why? If you want me to suffer like this, I am neither human nor ghost! Liar! They are all liars!"

As soon as the words fell, the lightning fell again and split the peach trees in the courtyard. Shen Moyan stretched out his sharp claws and rushed straight to Hengyan. The cassock tore into pieces and fell to the ground. Nie Yuan, it is good for him and you to cut it off, why bother to cling to it!"

"Old bald donkey! You have never loved before, so you know how bitter love is, and you have never hated, so you know how deep hatred is!" Shen Moyan's sharp claws rubbed against the air and whizzed, forcing Heng Yan to back and dodge again and again, and his black hair was messy up to his waist Fumian: "What are you talking about saving sentient beings! What kindness and morality are you talking about! Have you ever really tasted the pain in the world!"

"I have it!!!" A vigorous palm grabbed his wrist bone in an instant, and the books in the living room were scattered all over the floor. Heng Yan tried his best to stabilize his figure with his right foot, his chest heaved violently as if something was about to gush out, and he roared heavily, panting heavily. : "I've done everything you said!!"

In an instant, he seemed to feel that he was talking too much. He gritted his teeth and adjusted his thoughts. After thinking about the days that he and Shen Moyan had been friends but not friends for many years, he finally couldn't bear to hurt others.

"I'll help you find it." Heng Yan seemed to have aged a lot, and his eyes were so bright that they dimmed again, and he looked at Shen Moyan calmly: "Don't harm others or yourself, I miss your past friendship, and I will help you find Xue Shaoqing .”

"Really?" Shen Moyan stared at him, his long and narrow eyes lit up with hope again: "Will you help me? Where can I find it? What will happen after I find it? Will Shaoqing come back?"

"After finding it, the old man will put him into Wang Ye's body, will he come back..." Heng Yan lowered his eyelids and did not want to look at him, and sighed softly: "Let's see fate..."

"Okay, okay." Shen Moyan laughed, with a shriveled grin on his pale face, he suddenly remembered something and suddenly asked, "Will Wang Ye disappear when Shaoqing comes back?" For some reason, the man appeared in his mind With a gentle face when blocking the gun, he shook his head trying to drive away the inexplicable panic.

"Yes." Heng Yan closed his eyes, feeling a sense of loss of strength: "After all, it was Xue Shaoqing's body, luck will return to the right place, Wang Ye naturally does not exist."

Shen Moyan withdrew his sharp claws, clenched his fists and pierced his nails into the flesh. He wanted to laugh but felt sad first. Before he had time to distinguish what the dull pain was, his voice subconsciously blurted out, and his eyes seemed to be clouded and confused by a veil.

"Okay, then let Shaoqing come back."

He clutched his left chest and said in a daze.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but in the next second, it was blown away by the wind and rain in the middle of the night.