The emperor's loyal dog, oh, ran away?

In recent days, there have been rumors of ghosts in Hanzhou City.

First, a few days ago, several people who had bled to death from their seven orifices were found in a cloth shop, and then in the middle of the night, some people saw the water ghost crawling out of the well with their own eyes. They heard that the evil ghost writhed like a water snake with long hair, teeth and claws, and was completely black. Limbs and limbs, only a pair of bloody eyes can be seen turning around.

But everyone who met them was frightened mad, bedridden and full of nonsense.

Rumors spread in the city that the supply of ghost-suppressing yellow talismans on the Taoist side in the city was in short supply, and the doors and windows of every household were closed early at night, for fear that the water ghost would come to the door.

The water ghost in the rumors was exactly Li Rang who hid under water all day long, and only crawled out of the well in the dead of night to find some wound medicine to eat to keep his life alive.

He has been soaking in the water for four days, and the night is cold, so it will be fine for him to stay there for a while with his whole body wet and cold. His time is approaching, and he tried to leave secret signs in several places, so as not to be found by those who came to meet him. Not his case.

He changed a well every day, and the two wells he stayed in before were sealed by people doing rituals. He didn't know the rumors in the city, he only knew that his time was running out.

On the last day, he stopped staying at the bottom of the well. After soaking for several days, his body was swollen, the poison gradually spread, his limbs became numb, and he couldn't control his limbs. Only when you are very close can you see the appearance of [-]% or [-]% clearly.

He might be going blind.

No, he should be dead.

Before he died, he wanted to write a letter to the emperor. He was a very ordinary person, and he was the only one who still missed him at this time.

He returned to the previous foothold and lit a lot of lamps, but the stronger the surrounding light, the more distracted his eyes became. The light and shadow divided everything into four or five parts and stacked them together in a mess, which he couldn't see clearly.

But without light, even the outlines were hard to discern.

He fumbled to dry his hands, changed into clean clothes, spread paper and pens, and looked at the layers of double images in front of him, Xiang Yaojue's face appeared in front of his eyes.

About his story, Li Rang can talk about it for three days and three nights. It is all Xiang Yao's formula in his eyes, and he does not intend to share it with others.

He is a lonely, proud, intelligent and conceited man.

Everything about him, good or bad, fascinated him. The days he stayed by his side were too long. Go back to the place where they met and drop a house.

Now this can be regarded as a wish.

A dead man is not qualified to study essays. When the emperor occasionally feels interested, he will let him listen to a few verses or write a few words.

He learned some, but it was difficult to put together a formal letter from the bits and pieces.

After picking up the pen, he thought carefully about every word. If he could write, he had to be correct and rigorous.

[Ba Ye’s personal message: let’s find an idea, West Street × Yu (password) in the city, let’s get rid of the enemy if we encounter them by chance.Let the poisoning be incomprehensible and unable to report in person, Ba Yean. 】

Neither should it be too explicit to prevent others from taking it. After deliberation, he wrote down a few short sentences. He stared at the paper with wide eyes and tried to write it out from memory. His vision was blurred and it was difficult for him to see clearly. Pain, blood gushing up his throat, he quickly turned his head and coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood.

He wiped off the blood with one hand, sealed the letter carefully, called the pigeons, and took a long time to tie the letter tightly.

When the carrier pigeon flew away, a smile slowly spread on his lips. If only he was that carrier pigeon, he would have wings, so he could break through the sky and fly to the emperor in the deep palace.

He still needs to completely eliminate his own traces, and must not leave any hidden dangers for the emperor.

He burned all his belongings, and then discredited and turned out of the city. As long as he died in the wilderness and was eaten by the birds and beasts, no one would be able to find out who he was.

He kept walking towards the remote place all the way, the only thing he didn't lose was the Snow Blowing Sword that the emperor bestowed on him.

He held the sword tightly all the way, but he still couldn't abandon it.

This sword is ordinary and has no imprint. It is just the first sword that was fully forged when the emperor learned to smelt. It is a blunt sword full of defects. No one should recognize it?No, as the emperor's guard, he should understand that anything related to the emperor may bring him danger.

He must, lose this sword.

He was holding the sword tightly in his palm, and suddenly began to hurt, the wound hurt, his eyes hurt, and his internal organs, especially the chest cavity, were sharply torn.He coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood...

He has already entered the forest, and the smell of blood will probably attract wild beasts soon, so there is no time to hesitate.

I'm sorry, Fubuki... I'm sorry...

A tear fell from the corner of his eyes, and his legs couldn't support anymore. He dug a hole on the ground and buried Fubuki in it. He didn't have time to hesitate, and continued to walk deeper.

He faintly heard another ringing in his ear, he didn't know how far he was away from Fuxue, his legs had already lost feeling, and after walking a few steps, his knees were weak and he knelt down, he was still holding on, dragging, even crawling to Farther, farther.

Until he fell to the ground again, but couldn't get up again, may his emperor be safe and happy.