The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Yan Jinping woke up from the darkness.

He was still sitting on the wood, pressing the rough bark with his palm.

Blood and fire, struggle and unwillingness, trust and betrayal, stars and quagmire...

They were all left in that night 15 years ago.

He touched his heart lightly, there is no pain there now, the injury has healed early, Yan Jinping, as a former mountain god, his body's self-healing ability is very good, if it is not a serious injury like losing his heart, generally speaking, he would be helpless No way.

Tunan is a dead hand.

"Do you regret it?" Jianmu asked him curiously after watching the whole fun, very satisfied.

You regret trusting Tunan, regret answering their call.Even earlier, do you regret agreeing to the Tunan people's request to be their mountain god?

Are you disappointed in them?

"...I don't regret it." Yan Jinping blinked his eyes slowly, his thoughts had just escaped from that unpleasant memory, he thought for a while, and then said to Jianmu, "Do it again, I will go .”

He also went to Tunan City, to the game that was specially set up for him.

Jian Mu suddenly realized: "Understood, you are a fool."

Yan Jinping: "...Don't think that with Bai Ze guarding me, I dare not beat you."

Only humans create gods, and humans naturally have the right to choose what they believe in.Strictly speaking, the Tunan people just changed the god they believed in from Yan Jinping to Tunan, which is a bit stupid at best, not very bad.

However, the consequences of the choice must be borne by themselves.

The gods are different, and the new god Tunan is ruthless. If he doesn't go, Tunan will not be able to gain the people's faith in a legitimate way, and maybe he will kill the entire city of Tunan.It is not without precedent to prove the way by killing.

Out of emotion, reason and heart, Yan Jinping would never let him do this.

There are not only ignorant people in that city, but also parents, husbands and wives, close friends, and children who don’t know anything and lie in swaddling clothes.

The mistakes are too deep, and it is impossible not to repeat them.

He lost because he was not capable enough, he missed a move, and he couldn't blame others.

But if there is a chance to do it again... He must first wring the head of that little beast of Tunan when they meet.

Yan Jinping curled up his fingers and almost picked off a piece of Jianmu's bark.

"What about the belief? What about the position of the mountain god?" Jianmu asked again, "Don't you hate the Tunan people for treating you like that?"

They wished Yan Jinping the mountain god, and listened to the words of Tunan's family and dragged him off the altar and cut him to pieces. Could it be that Yan Jinping has never felt any resentment in his heart all these years?Is he a saint?

Jianmu didn't believe it.

"It can't be said that there was none at all." Yan Jinping slowly recalled his state of mind at the time, and replied, "I really couldn't understand at first, how could there be such stupid people in the world, and they were a group... After staying there for 15 years, I can almost figure out what I couldn’t figure out before.”

Ordinary people, especially those who live in a closed environment, have relatively simple thoughts, are prone to credulity, and are more likely to love with love and hate with hatred.

The people in Tunan City almost never communicate with the outside world. They are very simple and believe that seeing is believing. Therefore, after seeing the 'evidence' Tunan gave them, they never doubted it.

For them at that time, Yan Jinping was a monster who cannibalized people, a terrible liar, and the chief culprit who caused them to lose their loved ones.

It would be really embarrassing if they could still greet Yan Jinping with a smile.

Presumably, they still firmly believe in the new mountain god who brought them a bright future.

"As for the mountain god...it's nothing. I'm not such a waste who lives by faith. I don't have it in the first place, so I don't care if I lose it." Yan Jinping tapped on the tree trunk again, "After watching the excitement, are you satisfied? Can the fruit be given to you? Have I got it? I'm in a hurry to use it."

Jian Mu was very generous, before he could stretch out his hand, he wrapped the fruit in a leaf and handed it to him.

The flesh is red and bright in color - what is wrapped here is the seed of Jianmu.

"How did you survive last time?" Jianmu watched Yan Jinping take the fruit, and asked curiously, "The heart is gone. In this case, there is no possibility of escape, right?"

"..." Yan Jinping took a look at Jianmu, only to feel that this broken wooden pile revealed a smell of gossip from the roots to the leaves. The old widow, who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, is very annoying.

Fifteen years ago, he took Shen Lianxing a hairband, with two pieces of shiny white jade hanging from both ends of the hairband.The child is young, so the person who gave him the hairband probably didn't say anything, Xiao Shen Lianxing naturally didn't know the value of the two pieces of jade.

Jade is an ordinary good jade, but the charm attached to it is a rare and rare thing. I don't know where Shen Lianxing got it from.

When Yan Jinping lost his heart and was dying, one of them barely protected his weak breath, and the other directly entered his body, filling a temporary heart and maintaining the functioning of Yan Jinping's body functions.

But after all, it is not original, and there is nothing to do if it is not suitable for use.That's why Yan Jinping has such a half-damaged body.

It's good enough to survive, he doesn't ask too much.

"That kid saved me last time." There's no need to explain these things to Jianmu in such detail, Yan Jinping just said at last, "I owe him now, but he doesn't know about it yet."

He patted the trunk again, put the fruit in his sleeve and put it away, and said hello: "Okay, then I'm leaving?"

"You—" Jian Mu might want to ask him how he wants to go down, or he might still want to know the details.However, Yan Jinping had achieved his goal, and he no longer wanted to continue talking nonsense with it.

The young man stood up holding the tree trunk, lowered his head to estimate the distance between the branch under his feet and the ground, and felt that there was no major problem, so he let go of the hand holding the tree trunk, rolled up the sleeves on both sides that were in the way, and accompanied him Ye Feng, Hong Yue, and Jian Mu jumped off the branches at the shocked call.

When I came up, I didn’t want to climb a tree and I couldn’t fly. There was no other way. When I went down, I couldn’t fall to my death anyway. It’s not Yan Jinping’s style to find the way slowly, so it’s better to just jump to the ground and come faster.

He landed lightly—the wide sleeves were still undone, and fluttered to the ground together with the hem of his robe, kicking up a cloud of ashes.

"He came back sooner than I predicted." Bai Ze knew it when Yan Jinping broke free from his memories, Wen Sheng said to Shen Lianxing, "This is a good thing, it means that he was not much influenced by Jian Mu. "

"...What impact will it have?" Shen Lianxing asked him, "Didn't he go to pick the fruit? Could it be that he still has to pass the Jianmu test? He didn't mention it to me in advance."

"It's not a test." Bai Ze smiled, "Don't worry, it's not a difficult task for Jinping, it's just that before getting the seeds, you have to go through a small process... Jianmu is so lonely After a long time, I can’t communicate with him, I’m afraid I’ll have to pester him for a while before I’m willing to give him the fruit.”

"As for what he went through." Bai Ze said again, "You might as well ask him yourself."

Jian Mu was behind him, and when Bai Ze uttered the last syllable, he turned his head slightly to the left without warning.

Yan Jinping just landed on the ground at this time, stepped on a small stone, and flew past Bai Ze's right cheek.

Shen Lianxing looked up, but he still didn't see the end of Jianmu, and wondered: "...Did you jump off just now?"

How high did you jump from to bounce the stone so far?

"Yes." Yan Jinping didn't take it seriously, and took out the fruit and handed it to Shen Lianxing, "Take it, this is the fruit of Jianmu... You can just wash and eat the outer layer, it is good for the body of ordinary people, and the inside is The seeds of Jianmu."

"Can you live a long life if you eat it?" Shen Lianxing took the fruit carefully, looked at it curiously, stuffed it into his pocket, and asked Yan Jinping, "Is anything wrong, Jinping?"

That's it.

"If you eat it, you will live forever." Yan Jinping glanced at him, and did not refute his title, as he acquiesced, "What can I do? It's just picking a fruit."

He's not a brat who would yell for a long time to kill a snake, just to get a fruit, Shen Lianxing must have underestimated him too much.

"Are you leaving?" Bai Ze asked aside.

"Wait a minute, this is for you." Yan Jinping took out two more bookworms from his sleeves, tied them together with ropes and stuffed them into Bai Ze's arms, "When you're free...you can listen to Jianmu more, I'll see him I'm going to be idle soon, and if I stay in this ghostly place for three to five hundred years, even a god will go crazy. What's more, he is still a child now, you can forget about it by yourself, don't get involved with him."

Bai Ze didn't refuse either, and smiled with his eyes closed: "It seems that you don't get along very well."

"It's okay." Yan Jinping replied calmly, "Stay with him for a while, and he will be able to ask about my ancestors."

"But it's okay to ask." He added, "Anyway, I don't have eight generations of ancestors."

The two bookworms fell into Bai Ze's arms on their backs, and it took a lot of effort to turn back together.

Shen Lianxing stretched out his head to look, and on the back of one was written "My father is the emperor's palm gauze fairy and the God of Yunmengze, love and hatred", and the other was "Where did the little fox go after the king of ghosts?", The name is so long and nonsense, from the first word to the last word, it really needs a lot of gossip, a lot of gossip, a lot of gossip.

Shen Lianxing: "...Where do these books come from? Has anyone really written them?"

Does this ghost thing really exist?

"It's Rongling's private collection." Yan Jinping explained, "She is a banyan tree, and she has a good relationship with Bixian. The aesthetics of trees should be similar, and this type of tree is definitely suitable for Jianmu.”

Shen Lianxing was dubious.

He has never met Jian Mu, but he is more or less a respectable character in the world, would he really like this kind of thing?

Bai Ze was very natural. Although he couldn't see it, it was obviously impossible for him not to know what the two bookworms had in their stomachs, and he still accepted it with a normal expression.

"Thank you." He said gently, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

"You're welcome." Yan Jinping wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but for some reason, his hand stopped in mid-air, and instead he waved it to disperse some dust that was still flying around, "It's not easy for you..."

Bai Ze smiled and said nothing.