Zha Gong's evolutionary path

"Recently, there are two new souls in a thousand. Among them, 120 people died of accidents, 76 people died of serious diseases, 390 people died of illness, 45 people committed suicide, and 25 people accidentally ended their lifespan early..." In the middle of the judge's reading, he stopped worriedly, looked at the pale Ying Moyan on the seat, "Yan Jun, is there any problem? My lord's complexion is very ugly."

Yan Luo, who was sitting in the front row of Yan Luo Hall, raised his head and looked at their Lord Yan Jun after hearing the words.Sure enough, Ying Moyan's already pale and solemn face became paler at some point under the illumination of the soul-inducing lamps on both sides, her silent lips were tightly pressed, and there was a trace of black in the bright red color of her lips. color.

Ying Moyan's fingers hidden under the sleeves of the wide robe were tightly clenched, his body was still straight, and he replied in a calm voice: "Nothing, continue."

The judge looked at him, he was standing closest to Ying Moyan, and he could feel that Yan Jun's complexion had become a little strange since half an hour ago, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly.But he paid attention, but couldn't find any more obvious signs.

The others, because they were far away from the throne of Hades, and each was hidden in the shadows, heard that Lord Yan's voice was safe and his attitude was as dignified as before, so they didn't take it seriously.After the judge finished announcing the number of new souls and handing out the sorted merit books, there was a slight sound of judgment in the hall.

The judge listened clearly one by one, took notes with cinnabar, and then forwarded it to Ying Moyan.

Ying Moyan hid one hand under the case, and put the other hand on the table, taking the verdict with a blank expression.His hands are steady, his eyes are still staring and indifferent, with a look of indifference, he turns over the remonstrance and glances at it, then writes down his pen.

Ying Moyan concealed himself very well, even though half an hour ago, there was a strange and severe contraction pain from his abdomen, and it became more and more severe, almost making him unable to help stretching out his hand to press his abdomen - he still didn't show it on his face. Mountain Dew, calm as if this body that was suffering strange pain was not his own.

Except for his pallor, he looked the same as usual.

It wasn't until the end of this long discussion meeting, when Ying Moyan stood up with the support of the table, that his stomach twitched violently, and Yan Jun's cold eyes trembled violently, flashing a gleam of pain.Fortunately, he grabbed the corner of the table in time, lowered his head, and his long black hair fell to his cheeks, covering up a subtle painful expression on his handsome face.

How could it be... so painful.

He walked back to his bedroom along the long corridor, waved away all the servants, staggered to the side of the bed, and knelt down sweating.

The image of Yan Shuli with his head raised high in the wind and snow cave was printed on the water mirror. General Xuanjia's tense figure and the pain in his abdomen, and this head Ying Moyan was holding the thin quilt and biting it tightly. The situation of lip flaps is surprisingly similar.

There is no second person in the bedroom, Ying Moyan no longer has to endure as hard as in the palace, he bit his lip, straightened up heavily, and let out a slight, suppressed panting.

"Hmm..." Sweat ran down the tip of her tall nose, and Ying Moyan was pulled tightly by the pain that surpassed each other, her legs were kneeling and trembling, and her eyes were covered with white mist.

He knew that Yan Shu had a child in his womb, but he didn't understand why the person who left the child was Lin Gongru?To be exact, it was Lin Gongru in the first life who was thrown off the Zhuxian Terrace, Lin Gongru who entered reincarnation for the first time——

From the time Lin Gongru arrived in that life, he had a direct physical connection with Yan Shuli. When Yan Shuli had an attack, and when he was in pain, he was also accompanied by the pain.

Gradually, from a fairy who does not know pain and emotional fluctuations, he becomes able to appreciate the suffering of the human heart and the pain of the human body,

Is this what the Seven Emotions will gradually return to, and what they have to bear——

Yan Shuli's violent panting gradually subsided into weakness and calmness, and Ying Moyan leaned against the side of the bed, with cold sweat soaking through the thick cloak on her body.He didn't even have the energy to take another look at the water mirror, until Yan Shuli clinging to Lin Gongru's spear and committing suicide on the snow, he turned around and stared blankly at the doomed scene.

Nothing touched his heart, he knew that this was the fateful ending.

However, Lin Gongru held Yan Shuli in his arms, and walked slowly towards the depths of the snow mountain with one deep foot and one shallow foot; Lin Gongru knelt in the knee-deep snow, dug his fingers into it, and dug out a big hole, and the bright red blood was on the ground. Shocking traces were left on the snow.

He hugged Yan Shuli, who was breathless, and slowly lowered him into the snow pit gently and carefully—his figure gradually became transparent, but Lin Gongru turned a blind eye to it, as if he was burying his most beloved person, doing it properly Follow all links, and refuse to omit a single step.

Ying Moyan stared at him through the water mirror, Yan Jun had always been indifferent and calm, his mirror-like pupils seemed to have cracked a gap, leaking out bits and pieces of pain and struggle.

Without realizing it, he held the water mirror tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he lingered on the image of Lin Gongru that appeared, as if he wanted to touch the man through the thin and distant mirror. The face of death.

After all, his finger didn't touch it through time and space. Lin Gongru's fingertips slid across the brows, corners of eyes, and lips of Yan Shuli, who was quietly closing his eyes, and slowly disappeared without a trace in the wind and snow.

Suining was stained with blood that was gradually drying up and solidified, following his master's wishes, lying quietly beside Yan Shuli.

As the snow fell heavier and heavier, the figures of Yan Shuli and the spear gradually disappeared.

Ying Moyan closed her eyes.

He leaned against the bed, drowsy for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly he was startled and opened his blurred eyes.

General Xuanjia, with slender eyebrows and bright eyes, seemed to still carry the frosty air of Li Yuexue Mountain that would not melt all year round, standing silently in front of him.

Ying Moyan raised his head, and met Yan Shuli's eyes, and for a while, neither of them spoke first.

Ying Moyan waited for him to sigh or resent herself like Ye Mingjue and the others, but Yan Shuli was just silent.It was as if the fetus in his womb had lasted for more than five months, the country he had lost in the struggle between the two countries, the forbidden love affair that he knew was impossible and still had a glimmer of hope, had already wiped out all his vigor and vitality. The power of emotion.

He looked down at Ying Moyan from a high position, the thoroughness and clarity in his eyes showed that he had remembered everything, but he didn't want to talk to Ying Moyan for a while.

He moved closer to Ying Moyan, intending to attribute it to him without saying a word.

Ying Moyan suddenly said: "When Gu Jian disappeared, he didn't say a word." He stepped back, as if he wanted to avoid Yan Shuli.

"When you come back, you should know clearly that once you return to your original body, you will no longer have self-awareness. Are you willing? Are you willing...so you will never see..."

Those three words were stuck in his throat, and Ying Moyan suddenly panicked. Where did this heart-wrenching painful emotion come from, and when did it invade his heart, so that once he imagined that possibility? What if he couldn't even catch his breath?

Yan Shuli lowered his eyes, even though he had turned into a ghost, a wisp of emotion, his face still looked heroic.

He lowered his eyes, but still didn't say a word, Ying Moyan said again: "Do you hate me? You must hate me a lot, right? Changsun Yu said that in the past, I let the Soul Eater whip out the seven emotions from my body, scattered the world, and wandered hundreds of times. Years later, each had their own chances—but in order to secure my position as the Lord of the Underworld, I forced you to return one by one..."

Why was it that Lin Gongru was the one who collected the seven emotions he found?

Yan Shuli remained silent and approached him.

With her back leaning heavily against the wall, Ying Moyan had nowhere to hide, and her teeth clenched her lips tightly.Yan Shuli caught a glimpse of a trace of blood biting from his lips, and looked down, seeing the bloody aura concealed under the night-black cloak of the Lord of the Underworld.

He suddenly realized that Ying Moyan also endured everything that was so painful that he suffered in the cave.General Xuanjia slowly stretched out his hand to caress his abdomen, then squatted down, gently stroking Ying Moyan's flat lower abdomen with his pale and transparent fingers.

His fingers naturally penetrated the past, and as soon as the two touched, Yan Shuli's figure gradually became blurred like water droplets dissolved in the sea.He sighed softly, and said: "Here... you and Lin Gongru once had a... child who was also destined to have no part—"

In a word, the stone broke the sky, like a shocking thunderbolt flashing down from the sky.

Ying Moyan's body tensed up, countless broken and exploded fragments flashed across his memory, the scorching gaze from the Hundred Flowers Banquet staring at him, the crazy and fierce kiss that fell on the side of his neck, The suffocation in the chest that could not be breathed in a hurry, the desperate and broken roar when being pushed into the darkened room——

The flood of memories exploded in his heart like fireworks hitting head-on. With a sudden flash, it illuminated a sleepy mind, and glimpsed the auspicious feathers of the past that had been dusty for thousands of years; At the same moment, it disappeared as quickly as when it came. After the fireworks exploded, the ground was filled with cold and speechless ashes.

The brilliant colors just now, the thousands of pictures that fly by quickly, and the thrilling emotions are intertwined, just like the mechanism that has been sealed at the same time, suddenly disappearing into nothingness.

He opened his eyes in horror, and Yan Shuli's figure had disappeared into his body, and everything returned to loneliness.