[Comprehensive] Who is the one who abandons me

People, Bai Zhao is also worthy of the annals of history.

Resurrected

Bai Zhao's world gradually turned into darkness amid the rumble of palaces collapsing, mountains shaking and the ground shaking.

I don't know if it was stone or bronze that fell on his body. After the initial burst of severe pain, Bai Zhao didn't feel the pain anymore.

so strange...

Since she came to the Qin Dynasty, she has maintained the Zanpakuto's liberated state - she doesn't know how many people want her life, but she knows very well that if she is not careful, it will become a mass grave The unidentified corpse.Even if she knew that this state of always releasing the Zanpakuto would hurt her body, she couldn't stop it. She needed the ability of "longevity" to transfer the damage.

Since then, she seems to have rarely been injured, but Changsheng can only transfer the injury, can't do anything to the pain, and even makes her more sensitive to the pain.Over the past few years, she has experienced almost all kinds of pain, from decapitation to heart dissection, from her legs being broken every inch of her fingers to shreds by sharp wire mesh. Sometimes she even suspects that this kind of pain alone can kill her .

Because there will be no wounds on her body, Bai Zhao sometimes does not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries. There is no doubt that her strategy is successful. Ma Zhong survived, and even won the title of "immortal".God knows that at that time, Bai Zhaoduo hoped that the ability of longevity was to transfer pain instead of transfer injury. Every time the battle ended, the pain would linger on the nerve endings for a long time. The body seemed to remember the pain, and sometimes she would even produce her own body An illusion that has been riddled with holes.

No matter how many times, Bai Zhao couldn't "get used to" the pain, every time she felt the pain, she could even feel the body's own fear of pain, the uncontrollable urgency of wanting to escape from the battlefield.

Bai Zhao could still feel something falling on her back, but she couldn't feel any pain. After a while, Bai Zhao felt that she couldn't even hear those noisy voices, and the color blocks that were still shaking in front of her eyes disappeared. Now, there is only darkness without fingers.

A burst of fatigue surged up, Bai Zhao's heart relaxed, and finally he stopped thinking about anything, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Bai Zhao's world sank into dead darkness, without a ray of light or sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Zhao slowly woke up in the darkness.

It was a very strange experience.

Bai Zhao felt as if she was in the water, sinking and floating, she was floating with the current in a daze, with no direction, no purpose, just floating like that, without thinking and unable to think.Gradually, Bai Zhao began to be unable to remember his past experiences, and could only vaguely think that he was not in this strange place at first, and later, Bai Zhao couldn't even remember who he was, and he didn't know who he was. After a long time, Bai Zhao even lost the concept of "I", as if she belonged here in the first place, a member of these countless water droplets, regardless of each other.

To an unconscious being, a second is no different from a year.

Time becomes an empty concept.

Time flows slowly like the water here, and I don't know how long it has passed, suddenly something tore the darkness, a little light appeared somewhere, and then, a sound came in.

The voice gradually became irritable from the beginning, and the owner of the voice was very dissatisfied with the lack of response for a long time.The hole that tore through the space gradually narrowed, and the incoming sound also gradually became smaller. After a while, something condensed in the air, forming an invisible thing, grabbing towards the endless water.

Like waves in the sea, the originally quiet flowing water suddenly rolled up a wall of water.

Something slashed down towards the water wall, and the water wall was split in half, and then that thing grabbed something from the water and quickly disappeared into the space gap.

The gap narrowed rapidly, and the entire space returned to darkness and silence again, and the flowing water returned to its previous appearance, flowing slowly, as if it had never changed.

The pale-skinned young man clasped his handprints in his hands, with a little white light condensed on his fingertips, and he was chanting something in a low voice, speaking so fast that it was almost impossible to recognize every syllable.There are strange patterns on his face, like patterns of flames passing through his eyes, echoing with his blue robe decorated with wonderful patterns, giving people a feeling of mystery.

The young man suddenly sped up his speech again, his hands changed his handprints very quickly, his ten fingers formed an afterimage in the air, and the white light gradually brightened, the radiance was cold and bright, as if the young man held the full moon in his hand. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his movements, and gently tapped the girl's forehead on the couch with the fluorescent light in his right hand.

The fluorescence slowly sank, and the girl's body was gradually surrounded by bright light, and in the next moment, all the light disappeared, and she was still sleeping peacefully.

The young man clasped the girl's right wrist with his hand. After a while, he showed an expression that was between ridicule and regret, and put his hands into his sleeves again. The expression quickly disappeared, and changed back to a face of indifference.

The young man walked to the door and raised his voice to the outside, "Mr. Yan, I have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?"

The young man waiting outside the door was dressed in blue and white dark clothes. It was none other than Yan Lu who was said by Bai Zhao to be a Confucian disciple but dressed like a Taoist in the past. He was also the second head of Xiaoshengxianzhuang in the past.

Hearing this, Yan Lu's heart tightened again, but he was somewhat relieved, and bowed his hands in a serious salute.

"Thank you Mr. Xinghun."

The young man in blue snorted coldly, as if he felt that it was very boring, and he stopped being a joke, and said bluntly: "The good news is that I have rescued her, and she will wake up tomorrow at the most. The bad news is that she may not remember you anymore." .”

Yan Lu was stunned for a moment, feeling a little empty in his heart, he didn't know if it was sad or what.

"...don't remember... next?"

Xinghun looked at Yan Lu's expression coldly, couldn't help but feel a little amused, and kindly added a sentence.

"Mr. Yan doesn't have to be like this, let alone you, she may not even remember who she is."

Yan Lu's pupils shrank immediately, as if he was hit hard by something in his heart, he blurted out: "How could this be?"

Xinghun sneered, "Does Mr. Yan think that there is no price to pay for resurrection? Of course, there may be a one in a million possibility. She still remembers something, but I advise Mr. Yan not to have such delusions."

Yin Yang Yong Jue

The words "resurrected from the dead" hit Yan Lu's heart hard, and he was at a loss for words. He couldn't help but recall the time when he found Bai Zhao from the ruins of Xianyang...

Xianyang collapsed, and the whole city was buried deep underground. It took him several days and nights to find Bai Zhao from the ruins of the palace. At that time, her clothes were completely soaked in blood, and she was crushed under the broken rafters, with all her limbs broken. Her breath was as thin as silk, and anyone with a little knowledge of medicine could tell that her life was not long. He took her out of the ruins and begged to see Duanmu Rong.Duan Murong did not disappoint Yan Lu, she concealed the news that Bai Zhao was still alive, and healed Bai Zhao's trauma, but Bai Zhao was still unconscious.

Yan Lu asked, "Why didn't you wake up on Eleven?"

Duan Murong shook her head and sighed: "I have the ability to kill, but I don't have the ability to save. Although Bai Zhao's body is not dead, it can't be regarded as alive. Lihun's body will eventually die completely. Reviving the dead, reversing yin and yang It's beyond my ability. Mr. Yan is willing to save Bai Zhao, and I thanked Mr. for her, but unfortunately...Mr. Yan should prepare for her funeral."

Yan Lu was shocked.

"...Leaving the soul? Bringing the dead back to life? What is the meaning of this?"

"...that's the literal meaning." Duanmu Rong stretched out his hand to brush Bai Zhao's cheek, straightened her hair, and sighed, "Mr. Went to the netherworld. If you want her to wake up, you have to retrieve her soul, reattach her body, and renew her life. This is "returning from the dead". Not to mention that when the soul possesses the body, it will inevitably be painful, just like ten thousand ants Devouring the body, who in this world has the ability to reverse yin and yang, and confuse life and death? Even if he has that ability, would he be willing to perform this unnatural resurrection technique for Bai Zhao? Mr. Yan has put in so much painstaking efforts, I feel the same way, but it's a pity, Fate waits."

Yan Lu was silent for a long time, feeling somewhat unwilling.

"...Is there really... no other way?"

Duan Murong pondered for a moment, then suddenly waved his sleeves, a layer of frost quickly formed on Bai Zhao's body, and then the ice layer thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and stopped when it was about one finger thick.

Yan Lu turned pale with shock.

Duan Murong stopped Yan Lu's movements, and said in a low voice: "This method of freezing the body temporarily preserves a trace of vitality, but if the soul cannot be recovered within a year, it will eventually rot. I just remembered that since five years ago The mirage set sail, and the Yinyang family disappeared... The Han family will never act for Bai Zhao, if there is any hope, it must be the Yinyang family. But I don't know where they are at the moment."

"In Dongpu..." Yan Lu murmured, "The Yin Yang family is in Dongpu right now..."

Duanmu Rong couldn't help being taken aback, "How would you know?!"

Yan Lu glanced at Bai Zhao, and said with a complicated expression: "Eleven once said that Xinghun's luck is not bad. He didn't sink into the sea and survived to Dongpu."

After thinking about it for a while, Duanmurong understood what was going on with Yan Lu's expression. It was obvious that Eleven had contacted Xinghun before, probably not just once or twice.Although it is not the time to laugh at this moment, she wants to laugh a little bit.

"...Since that's the case, it's easy. If Mr. Yan still wants to save Bai Zhao, I can let Mr. Yan use the power of the emissary of the great man to save Bai Zhao."