ghost oath

The road he walked was covered in patches of blackened blood.

This is a very strange feeling. It seems that there is nothing under his feet, floating in the void, and it seems that everything exists. Every time he takes a step, he can hear the echo.

He seemed to have forgotten things, like who he was and why he was here.

But he still remembers one thing, that is to go forward, always, go forward.

But what lies ahead?Faintly, there seemed to be a red flickering light.

Then let's go, go to the end, and see what's there at the end.

Obstacles gradually appeared along the road. Humans wielding crude weapons, with pale faces and twisted arms, came crookedly. He dodged, then dodged, and finally waved impatiently. Cutting into the flesh, blood spurted out, and the fragile human limbs fell down.

He held a knife in his hand, a black, slender ancient knife, and if you look carefully, there is a slight golden glow.He tried to wave it around and played with his hands a few times, but unexpectedly it looked good, the blade was sharp, and when he held it in his hand, he looked like a king looking down on the world. Make him comfortable.

in the way?It doesn't matter, just cut it, and there is a knife in your hand, isn't it because of this?

The people standing in the way are getting stronger and stronger, and sometimes he has to work hard, fight for a long time, and even pay the price of a few wounds before he can move on.

He walked for a long time and traveled a long distance, but he never looked back, leaving only blood stains all over the place.

The blood-red light at the end became more and more clear, and finally, at a certain point in time, he split the last obstacle blocking the way, and stepped forward to the end of fate.

"Mo Chuan..." A low voice said in a sigh-like tone.

Mo Chuan?He was a little dazed, but vaguely felt kind, who is this?What does it have to do with him?Memory is like a rolling ocean tide, one wave at a time, bringing up things buried deep in the mud.

"Do you want to live?" the voice continued to ask, with demagogic power.

"Am I... dead?" He frowned, looking down at himself.The golden long knife, the surface of the knife was still stained with warm blood and unknown dirty marks, the blade was still sharp, with a bloodthirsty breath, the handle was firmly held by him in his hand, he tried to loosen it He let go of his palm, but found that his palm was completely disobedient, and he was still holding the long knife.The clothes and skin were covered with dark red and sticky. If nothing else, the face was the same. Such thick blood stains were like the last soldiers on the ancient battlefield. They used blood as their clothes and their kills as their souls.

It really doesn't look like a living person, more like a ghost crawling out of a pool of blood.

"You're dead, but you're also alive."

"I'm dead, how can I be alive?" He asked in confusion.

"There is still a long distance between life and death." The voice paused and explained patiently, "Look, at the end of this road is the world of the living, and behind you are the undead." of the city."

"Between the two is a long road of blood. You are strong enough to get here. You only need to take one more step forward to be alive again." The voice spoke softly, as if all this was just a fun game game.

"...Why should I come back to life?" He thought for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"Why don't you want to live?" The voice was a little surprised, but also curious, "Everyone in this world wants to live. It's good to live, the sun is shining, and flowers are everywhere."

"I don't remember anything. For me, living is meaningless." Tired of standing, he simply sat down cross-legged, the knife in his hand seemed to loosen a little, and it was no longer firmly attached to his palm.

"Ah..." the voice exclaimed, and suddenly became happy again, "That's very simple, I can remind you of everything."

After finishing speaking, there was a snap of fingers in the empty air, the sound of the wind whistling suddenly, the sound of fighting and the sound of heart-piercing roar came intertwined and rushed.

"Mo Chuan!" It was a familiar, male voice.

"Snapped!"

The knife in his hand fell with the sound, and the tide finally completed its biggest sweep, washing a deeply buried shell on the beach.The moonlight poured out, and the smooth shell slowly opened, with bright pearls inside.

Mo Chuan's gaze swept over the long knife that fell to the ground, the blood-stained clothes, and finally the blood-stained palm. The lost memories came back one by one, and he was finally no longer a lost traveler.

"Now, do you want to live?" The voice spoke again, seductively intoxicating.

"Tell me the conditions." Mo Chuan replied in a hoarse voice.

"Ah! I like such moments~" The person hidden in the air seemed to turn around joyfully, and happily sent out the devil's invitation, "It's very simple, take your knife, and thank me forever, Mai Take the last step and get out of here! You will get a second life!"

The long knife on the ground shone with golden lights, beautiful and sharp.This is a murder weapon, but also a beautiful weapon that seduces people. No one can deny its strength and its coldness.

Mo Chuan lowered his eyelids and looked at it quietly, but he didn't reach out his hand.

"What's the matter?" He didn't move for a long time, his voice was a little anxious, and he couldn't help urging, "Don't you love this knife?"

"I don't love it." Mo Chuan replied coldly, "The knife is a murder weapon, and I'm not easy to kill."

"Then you don't love Bai Ming?" the voice continued to ask.

"I love it." As if thinking of something beautiful, the corners of Mo Chuan's mouth rose slightly.

"Then pick up the knife!" The voice was happy again, with a slap in the end, "Pick up the knife, and you can go back to him, and you can love him! You can even love him more, because This time, you will be his kind, fighting side by side with him, instead of being a cowardly, fragile human being who can only be protected by him!"

"No." There was nothing in the air, Mo Chuan only looked at the place where the voice came from, and said softly.

"What did you say!" The voice turned sharply down, and finally got angry.

"I said no." Mo Chuan didn't care about the sudden pressure in the air, lowered his eyes, and sat quietly, "I won't be resurrected, and I won't become his kind."

……

"Promise me, Mo Chuan, no matter what happens, you can't promise him..."

"you swear……"

……

"He doesn't need the same kind, and he doesn't need someone to fight side by side with him. Compared with the same kind, he needs a pure, real human being to accompany him, warm him, and take care of him. He doesn't need me to live again, if I'm dead, he won't do anything to bring me back to life, he'll just remember me forever, until he dies too."

……

"Then if... one day, I'm the one who died... what would you do?"

"I will always remember you until I die too."

……

"What he needs is redemption, not companionship." The young man raised his eyes, and the dark pupils seemed to flow with the Milky Way, the stars were shining brightly, dazzling and gorgeous, "If I die forever, it will happen to him, the biggest Redemption."

The voice was silent for a long time, so long that Mo Chuan was in a trance.

Then, the void shattered into pieces, the blood path behind him suddenly disappeared, the long knife in his hand burst suddenly, and the exit in front of him turned into nothingness. Everything disappeared without a trace like a false environment.

His body fell suddenly, and in the boundless black hole, Mo Chuan slowly closed his eyes.

"Mo Chuan! Mo Chuan!"

He was always awake amidst the hoarse calling. Mo Chuan struggled to open his eyes and blinked vigorously before finally seeing the man who called his name clearly.

Surrounded by barren and strange cemeteries where not a single blade of grass grew, but kneeling in front of him and carefully surrounding him was that handsome and sharp man.It's just that this man looks very excited now, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and overflowing joy that is about to boil.

"I'm fine." Mo Chuan whispered.

I'm fine, I just went through a long kill and teased a haughty devil by the way.

I just thought for a while that I was dead, that the long time can only be maintained by memory.

Opening your eyes and seeing you right in front of you is probably the best thing ever.

"Chiye...where?"

"He left suddenly, as if he was injured." Bai Sujin looked at him greedily, feeling uncontrollably grateful, "What happened to you? I thought you..."

"It's nothing, I just imitated you and held that long knife..." Mo Chuan looked down, the golden long knife passing through his chest in his memory was like an illusion, his chest was clean, what? Nothing, only the cold, bone-chilling feeling remained.

His words were ambiguous, but Bai Sujin understood his meaning in an instant. This powerful man suddenly felt sad and uncontrollable at this moment. It was a mixture of pride, emotion, sadness, and many other things. In this world, there may be many people who have walked that long, seemingly endless road of blood, have been bewitched by that mysterious voice, and have suffered for the choice between life and death, including him.But Mo Chuan made the most correct but also the most difficult choice.

Not everyone can choose to die, and not everyone can refuse the temptation of rebirth.Love, family, friendship... In the world of the living, there are too many things that bind people's hearts, no matter which one it is, it is hard to let go...

Do you want to live?

I do not want.

Bai Sujin hugged Mo Chuan tightly. There is no need to talk about some sacrifices in this world, but they both understand.

Chi Ye has left, but the matter of the Mo family has not been resolved.

"Go to the ancestral house." Mo Chuan whispered in Bai Sujin's ear, "Wang Yunming, there is a problem..."

At this time, his body was so weak that he could hardly move, but his mind was clearer than ever. Some things that he couldn't understand at first quickly became clear under the high-speed thinking, which made him immediately aware that something was wrong.

Bai Sujin didn't say much, just picked him up by the waist, and quickly walked towards the Mo family's ancestral house.

After the two left, a black glow suddenly appeared on the empty cemetery, and Chi Ye reappeared, with a serious expression on his face, and he spoke respectfully, but directed at the empty air, "Sir, are you okay? "

"It's nothing." If Mo Chuan was here, he would probably have realized immediately that this voice was the one he heard when he was in a coma. "I didn't expect this Mo family to be the only exception I've encountered over the years."

"..." Chi Ye didn't answer, but just bent slightly, looking in awe.

"Let's go, don't worry about the affairs of the Mo family."

"Yes."

A gust of wind swept by, and the dark graveyard became empty again.