The bright moon sits on the ground

In the boundless rain, the voices of Xie Mu and Xu Lang could hardly be heard.

They seemed to be arguing, but in the end Xu Lang was persuaded by Xie Mu, with a sullen face, and didn't speak again.

Nie Qiu stood at a distance and watched helplessly as the child-like ghost swallowed blood into its belly.

Immediately, the ghost floated into the air, covered his face with one hand, and curled up slightly, as if in great pain.On his body, shallow yang energy and surging yin energy are intertwined, the ultimate yin and the ultimate yang collide and intertwine, and the rolled out air flow almost tears him apart. The spirit body swayed in the thunderstorm wind, blurring as if covered by a layer of mist.

The world is spinning, and the feeling of suffocation at the time of death is repeated at this moment.

Xie Mu felt as if he was about to dissipate, and a sense of fear and emptiness emerged spontaneously.

However, compared to this, what scares him more is the unspeakable thoughts about killing in his mind.

Want to take away the souls of everyone on this ship.

He wanted to kill that boy with an extremely yin physique, and borrow his body to return his yang.

Want to walk in the crowd normally? Want to bask in the sun normally.

Xie Mu opened his mouth, roared silently, pinched his neck, and forced himself to swallow these evil thoughts.

However, like a poisonous snake, the evil thoughts that had been lurking for decades surged up and wrapped around his heart in an instant, revealing sharp fangs, and biting down viciously, injecting the venom called resentment into it.

Whether it was before or now, no matter what time it is, he is the most sensible and promising one. Get rich.

He didn't ask anyone for help, and he didn't give in to anyone.

But now—anyone is fine, anyone is fine, is there anyone who can save him?Is there anyone who can help him?

He cannot be a demon driven by evil thoughts.

The Square Sky Mirror fell to the ground with a clang, and the mirror was facing up, reflecting the restless soul in the air.

The mirror surface, which was originally as dark as midnight, suddenly had a faint light.

Gentle and gentle, without saying a word, he gathered the young celestial master in the mirror.

Xie Mu was in so much pain that he couldn't even hold the square mirror, but he still stretched out a hand and firmly held the five-clawed golden dragon hanging in the air.

He doesn't want to let go.

He can't let go either.

He couldn't give up just yet.

Staying at the foot of the mountain, standing on the ashes and bones for a long time, waiting for decades.

He often carries a square mirror in his pocket, looks up at the silent sky, and then at the cold ground, opens his mouth, but finds that no one can speak, no one recognizes him, and no one is worthy of his opening. For a long time, I almost couldn't even speak, so I had to wander alone, lonely.

Xie Mu slowly recalled again, the deepest part of his memory was the scene that made him feel heart-piercing the most.

He stood in the distance, quietly watching his father and mother wipe away his tears and burn all his favorite things. Yuemo was holding his newborn younger brother in his arms. He couldn't tell what it was like at that time. Qianyan Wanyu just turned into a sentence that heaven and man are forever separated.

Since then, he did not and did not dare to see them again.

That tiger puppet that he loved since he was a child and would never let go...

It was also long ago, mixed with ashes, and gradually turned into a part of the dust.

It became his deep and lonely obsession, forever stuck in his memory and engraved in his soul.

If someday all this will come to naught, let tonight be the time.

He saw the abyss, he fell into the abyss, he filled the abyss with his body, and comforted the resentful ghosts and spirits.

If I don't cross it, who can cross it?

The raindrops in the air stagnated for a moment, then fell mercilessly again.

The other people on this boat and Xie Mu are not only separated from the yang world and the underworld, but also separated by layers of mirrors.

The mirror reflects distorted ghosts struggling with themselves, the dark sky filled with thunder and lightning, and the gradually gathering water corpses, reflecting this purgatory-like scene.

Tiandao watched coldly.

Xu Lang summoned a trembling ghost to guard him, and took the boy further away to hide.

Seeing Xie Mu's appearance from a distance gradually turning into a green-faced evil spirit who couldn't distinguish the human form, he sighed leisurely.

Nie Qiu frowned, and looked at Xie Mu in the air from another direction.

It stands to reason that any Taoist or celestial master should stop Xie Mu's crazy move at this time.

"If you are controlled by evil thoughts, you are completely evil ghosts."

"And I was human, and just thinking about it, I'll never be like that."

But not long ago, Xie Mu said such words to him.

Seeing Xu Lang's final appearance, Yue Mo also acquiesced to Xie Mu's actions.

Nie Qiu thought, he should trust Xie Mu.

I don't know if such a desperate gamble is a wise choice.

He weighed the light Hanshuang knife in his hand, closed his eyes and raised his face, taking a deep breath in the rain.

The fishy smell in the air, the wet smell of rain, gloomy, damp, and depressing.

The soft rustling sound of water corpses gathering came from all directions.

As time passed, his consciousness loosened for a moment, and Lian Gui returned to the copper bell.

He can only activate the red ghost now.

Nie Qiu opened his eyes and asked, "Shen Chuping, how long can you hold on?"

Shen Chuping's blood-stained iron claws pressed against the railing. He breathed heavily in pain and fatigue. After hearing Nie Qiu's words, he straightened up with great difficulty, "As long as Mr. Nie can last, I can last as long as I can." .”

"Okay." He didn't say those words of persuasion, Shen Chuping would not listen.

Xie Mu is so disgusted and afraid of losing control.But he willingly chose the path of degeneration, believed in his own will, and believed in everyone on the boat, believing that they could understand his actions and would not stop him.

And they entrusted their trust to Xie Mu from the beginning.

Now that this is the case, what choice is there?

Believe in this lonely and tenacious soul, believe that he can stick to his heart and not be eroded by resentment.

"Xie Mu needs time." Nie Qiu caressed the blade inch by inch, wiping off the water stains on it, "I already feel that my body is gradually dissolving like a weathered rock... I can't say how long I can last, Maybe I will lose consciousness in the next moment, but now I can only go forward blindly and stupidly."

Go ahead to dangers.

He stepped forward, swung the Hanshuang knife with his arm, and slashed the blade towards the water corpse in front of him.

Shen Chuping twitched the corners of his mouth, forced a smile, and greeted him without saying a word.

The light of the knife was sharp, and the sound of the hunting wind pierced through the heavy and muddy rainwater. With a sound of "clang", the water corpse in front of him was cut into two pieces, and turned into water droplets in an instant, mixing with the accumulated water on the ground. There, it doesn't look like it.The black and hard iron claws penetrated into the chest of the water corpse, grabbed and tore, and another water corpse fell down.

Nie Qiu moved his fingers, and suddenly felt one or two drops of bone-chilling water splashing on his face.

The water corpses are cold, and their tears are almost biting.

Nie Qiu raised his hand to wipe away the drops of water slowly flowing down his cheeks.

He could already clearly feel the temperature, that is to say, the effectiveness of the Gu worms gradually faded away, gradually returning to nothingness.

The body is heavy, and with just a slight movement, the many and dense wounds on the body will be affected.

The rain is getting heavier, and the drops of water falling from the clouds seem to form a thread, and the end of the thread is Xiayan City in the mist.

The rain flooded over his eyebrows and meandered down his cheeks, covering the sight of those eyes.

"Shen Chuping?" Nie Qiu called out, his voice becoming more precarious in the wind and rain.

No one responded.

In the world, it seemed that he was the only one left.

Suddenly there was a sound of broken mirror, and the rain curtain was swept away with a stumble.

The bean-sized raindrops seemed to stagnate in the air for a moment, just to let him hear the crisp sound, and then poured down again.

It is the light that can only be seen in the sky when the dawn breaks. It is soft and bright. It shines out from the small square mirror, dispelling the biting coldness of the night, dispelling the heavy and difficult-to-dissolve resentment from the water corpse, and dispelling the haze in the heart. For a clear bird song, the huge wings covering the sky and the sun flew up into the sky with the help of the hurricane.

Nie Qiu squinted his eyes and looked, Shen Chuping half leaned on the railing, not knowing whether he was alive or dead; the boy hid in the cabin, only showing one eye to look out from the gap; Xu Lang stood in front of the door with a dull expression; And Xie Mu... Xie Mu is no longer in human form, with sharp nails turned outwards, the clothes on his body were torn into strips of cloth, his whole body glowed with light, there was a horn on his forehead, and the fangs in his mouth were exposed outside his lips , sharp and hard, with a pair of protruding round eyes no different from a red ghost.However, what is reassuring is that there is no turbulent complex emotion in those eyes, only a clear and bright moon.

The green air is like a cloud, and it is born with light.

With his palm facing outwards, he grasped the five-clawed golden dragon in the air with five fingers.

At a speed visible to Nie Qiu's naked eyes, the sticky and filthy Yin Qi like wet mud was peeled off layer by layer, revealing the unique bright light of gold, as if it was a ray of morning light tearing apart the dark air. The sky, shining softly in the rain curtain, attracted everyone's attention.

The rampantly growing fangs swept slightly on his lips, and the evil ghost opened his mouth and read a few words.

"The dust has settled."

As soon as the words fell, only a few very inconspicuous voices rang out, and then they were drowned out by the sound of rain.

The body of the water corpse gradually melted as if being burned by a flame, and the facial features all fused together, and in an instant, it was glued together with the body, its shape could not be distinguished, and it sank slowly.

The entire water corpse on the Guilian boat turned into water again, and lowered down, and finally only one mouth was left, opening and closing.

Thousands of words, only one sentence——

"Thank you Xiaotian Xiangshi, thank you very much."

On that ferocious face, the eyebrows moved, and finally stretched out.

"It's easy to do." Xie Mu opened his arms, bent his body, cupped his hands and said softly, "The road to Huangquan is long, walk slowly."

It seemed a bit nondescript that the ferocious ghost made such an action.

But the tens of thousands of mountains and rivers carried by Yingying in his eyes, with decades of heavy memories, all fell out.

Xie Mu maintained that posture and hung in the air, without looking up for a long time.

It wasn't until all the corpses in the water turned into stagnant water and dispersed one after another that he raised his face covered with blood and tears, looked up at the rainy sky, as if looking at another world, and murmured: "Wait!" After this rain, it should be dawn.”

The torrential rain that fell all night should have gone away with the sound of thunder.

Nie Qiu pressed the wound on his abdomen, staggered over and tried Shen Chuping's pulse. Although the beating was not obvious, there were still some ups and downs. He probably passed out. Fortunately, there were boys in the cabin and Qin Rongchong attracted the attention of the water corpses, and they had no time to care about Shen Chuping, so they told him to take his life back.

As soon as he was discouraged, his tense body relaxed, and he felt a heart-piercing pain.

The Gu insect on the back of the neck jumped up and down, propping up the flesh and then falling down.

This Gu worm has deceived his body, making it think that all limbs and bones have been exhausted...

During such a period of time, Nie Qiu's body did not heal itself at all.

He let out a deep breath, recalled the red ghost, inserted two fingers into the wound on the back of his neck, and forcibly dug out the two Gu worms from the flesh and blood.

Immediately, Nie Qiu turned his head to look at Xu Lang who was not far away, and said with a smile, "Master, I will leave the rest to you."

Before Xu Lang could answer in the future, he saw his uneasy disciple fall down as soon as his body softened.

The Hanshuang Knife fell to the ground with a clang, and lay down together with its owner in the stagnant pool of blood.

Nie Qiu fell into darkness.

The author has something to say: sunny after rain.