red and white

Time goes back nearly a hundred years ago.

On that day when the city was broken, Chai Shuxin grabbed Mu Gesheng at a critical moment, but he had never joined the army after all, and he was far less familiar with the battlefield than the opponent, so Mu Gesheng shook his backhand and pulled him into his arms.

In an instant, gravel fell from the sky and fell on the two of them. There was severe pain, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, Chai Shuxin was woken up by the rain.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and he lay head down in the dirt, all the bones in his body seemed to be misplaced. He simply felt his own pulse, and it was mainly the impact injury from falling from a high altitude, which could be saved.

What about Mu Gesheng?

Chai Shuxin wanted to stand up, but found that he was crushed under the pile of rubble, and his body was as heavy as a thousand weights.He had to figure out a way to get out.Chai Shuxin struggled outward, the gravel rolled down, and a hand suddenly slipped past his ear.

In an instant, the sound of rain in my ears stopped.

Only then did Chai Shuxin realize that most of the bloody smell around him was not his own.

There is one person lying on his back.

Mu Gesheng pulled him over when he fell, and blocked most of the impact of the gravel for him.

Chai Shuxin didn't know how he crawled out from under the pile of stones. The moment he regained his senses, he had dug up a whole piece of ruins.

Blood, blood everywhere, the sand and stones were covered with coagulated blood clots, which were washed down by the rain, and in the center of the bloodstains lay a person, with twisted limbs and almost no complete shape.

In normal times, no one would be able to imagine the spirited look of this crippled body when he was gazing at flowers, but that face told him without a doubt——this person is Mu Gesheng.

Chai Shuxin's hands were shaking.

He gritted his teeth tightly, but he was still trembling and couldn't hold Mu Gesheng's wrist, the blood blurred his vision, and finally he tore off the blood-stained military uniform of the other party, and lay down on the blurred flesh full of holes.

He couldn't hear a heartbeat.

The rain was pouring down, but there was a dead silence in his ears.

When Wu Nian arrived, there was only a puddle of blood left on the spot. She dipped her finger in the blood from the rain and put it in her mouth, "Damn it, this is the blood of a child."

The smell of blood was wrong, she suppressed her uneasiness, the smell of firewood was mixed in the blood, and there was still a bit of a living breath, at least one of the two was still alive - but where would they go?

Behind Wu Nian were two strands of ghosts - captured by force on the road to reincarnation.The ghost carried a stretcher on which Wu Zixu and Song Wentong were placed. Both of them were seriously injured and comatose, and they had to be treated as soon as possible. The only person who could save them now was Chai Shuxin.

But where did they go?Wu Nian forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, won't Lingshuzi die?

However, the other possibility is undoubtedly more terrifying. She lived a long time, and nothing can be hidden from a pair of eyes that can see through 900 years-if the one who died was Mu Gesheng, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

There was no longer any delay, Wu Nian was soaked by the rain, she quickly thought about where the other party might go - Mufu?Chai Fu?Wu house?Guan Shanyue?Ye Shui Zhu Hua?

It's not right, the enemy army has already entered the city, and rushing in rashly can only seek death, not to mention that the city has almost been relocated, and entering the city cannot replenish supplies, and even medicinal materials cannot be found.

Where can they go?

Can't enter the city - is it a suburban military camp?

No, no, the military camp is undoubtedly the key point to capture, and going back is tantamount to throwing oneself into a trap.

Then there is only one possibility left.

"Damn it." Wu Nian cursed, "It's raining so much, and the road is so long, don't die on the road."

She was drenched by the rain, wiped her face hastily, tapped her toes, and rushed away, followed by two wisps of remnant souls.

She should have thought that there was only one place Chai Shuxin and the two would go——

Baishui Temple,

Ginkgo Study.

Sure enough, as Wu Nian expected, the mountain road was covered in blood, and the further she walked, the more uneasy she became—the blood was far from comparable to that of a single person, and there was obviously a fierce battle nearby.

When she finally reached the gate of Baishui Temple, Wu Nian kicked the gate open, her pupils constricted suddenly.

Corpses are strewn all over the place, broken walls and ruins.

There was blood everywhere, and the sky was covered in red. Outside the meditation room, beside the well, and on the bluestone road, there were monk corpses. Some were killed by one blow, and some were dismembered. Do not rest in peace.

The century-old ancient clock was smashed to the ground, leaving half a gap, and was beaten down the steps by the rain, and several black things rolled out——the skinned human heads.

The torrential rain poured over the sky, and the blood pooled into ditches, winding and overflowing.

Infernal hell, but that's all.

Even the ghosts carrying the stretcher were so frightened that they emitted blue smoke. They were new ghosts, and they died in the flames of war. They have never seen such a tragedy.

Wu Nian stood outside the door, she was Fengdu Taisui, she was used to life and death, but she looked at the scene in the temple and didn't move for a long time.

Our family has really stayed in Fengdu for too long, she thought vaguely.

There are souls coming and going, and I almost forgot what a corpse is like.

When a person dies, the body will be cold.

cooler than rain.

At least Fengdu still has Wangchuan Water, Qinglian Lantern, and Ghost Collection Hundred Operas—when did the world start to look more like the Underworld than Fengdu?

Wu Nian felt unspeakably exhausted, and a chill came from his heart.

She is really old.

Wu Nian walked into the Ginkgo Study and found Chai Shuxin in the incense hall. There was blood everywhere in the room, but it was not from Muge—a bloody skeleton was sitting on the futon, hands clasped.

Sitting in lotus position is the sitting posture of passing away.

In front of the corpse were written eight characters in blood——

Death deserves its place, leaves fall and return to their roots.

Wu Nian recognized the handwriting, it was from the abbot of Baishui Temple.

She also recognized this method of death, skinning and cutting alive.

After an unknown amount of time, Chai Shuxin said in a hoarse voice, "A well-trained person sits upright but dies. This is called sitting."

"Don't abandon your homeland, and go to death calmly." Wu Nian was silent for a moment, and said: "If you complete your merits and virtues, you can enter the reincarnation of heaven."

"...Okay." Chai Shuxin nodded slowly, "Then please take a look, which reincarnation did he enter?"

He had just turned his back to the Xiangtang door, and the room was filled with blood, but Wu Nian didn't realize that there was another person in his arms——Mu Gesheng.

However, the face is still recognizable. Rather than saying that Chai Shuxin is hugging a corpse, it is better to say that what he is hugging is a pool of trembling flesh and blood.

Chai Shuxin didn't even ask if this person could be saved, he directly asked which reincarnation Mu Gesheng had gone to.

Wu Nian gritted his teeth, and said ruthlessly: "You are Lingshuzi, you should understand the rules of the masters, Tian Suanzi's soul will be scattered after death, and he will not enter reincarnation."

"I know." Chai Shuxin's voice seemed to be vomited from the heart, "...but to me, he is not just a fortune teller."

The sound was quickly drowned out in the torrential rain.

Wu Nian was terrified when she heard that, the two seriously injured people behind her were still waiting to be rescued, the most urgent thing was to stabilize each other—"Otherwise, our family will take you to Fengdu right now, maybe it's God's will, bah, Mu's family The boy's soul hasn't dissipated yet, you can still catch up to meet again..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Chai Shuxin interrupted her: "Master."

"Our family is here, our family is listening."

"When he came back from Fengdu, he told us that he had a dream during the seven days he was in a coma. In the dream, the paper money was like snow, and he heard the singing of sacrificial songs."

Wu Nian was taken aback.

"The sacrifice songs of the seven schools of thought originate from ancient times. The two oldest songs are "Ming" and "Soul of Ritual". Continuing the soul of life. Once this life dies, the seven schools of thought will control all matters of yin and yang from now on."

Of course Wu Nian knew this, and it was far more than that. "Soul of Ritual" is the sacrificial song sung by Wuchangzi in the past dynasties when he led the Yin soldiers after he became a knocker, and it is also one of the biggest trump cards of the Yin-Yang family.

The later General Nuo dance music also had its melody taken from it.

The yin and yang family controls the death, and the medicine family controls the life. The reason why the medicine family has the ability to restore the flesh and bones of the dead is not only the world-renowned medical skills, but "Si Ming" can even forcibly call back the soul of the dead and bring the dead back to life.

Return of the soul.

Wu Nian said in disbelief: "Back then when the Mu family kid met Yin soldiers on the Yin-Yang Ladder, he escaped death, but in the end you arrived and rescued him..."

"At that time, he was actually hopeless." Chai Shuxin said hoarsely, "I used "Siming"."

"What he heard in his dream was actually my singing."

"You're crazy!" Wu Nian exclaimed in horror, "Hundred generations of the Yao family have never used Si Ming! The Yin Yang family's sacrificial songs are only dared to be used by knocking bangs! This is going against the sky!"

Against the sky? Chai Shuxin shook his head, his hair disheveled, "All we have done has long since abandoned the destiny." "

"You're crazy." Wu Nian shook his head again and again, and said in disbelief: "Si Ming can only be used once at most, since you have used it to cure the Mu family boy, it is impossible to use it a second time."

"You don't know something." Chai Shuxin said: "Although Siming is a secret technique, the principle is actually very simple. It is nothing more than exchanging lives for lives."

"I was greedy last time, and only exchanged half of my life for him."

"Looking at it now, fortunately, the other half is left."

It's nothing more than exchanging lives for lives.

Chai Shuxin put down Mu Gesheng's body and knelt in front of Wu Nian, "I have something to ask you, junior."

Wu Nian didn't know what to say anymore. If she thought she knew Chai Shuxin well before, then the conversation just now completely overturned all her impressions. This seemingly stable junior has imperceptible calmness and madness. Perhaps Mu Gesheng was the seed that had been planted for many years. Once he died, the depression and forbearance deep in his bone marrow were blown to the surface.

Perhaps the two people in the room were no different, one was riddled with holes, and the other was dripping with blood.

At this point, she directly withdrew her idea of ​​persuading people, "You took care of the two people outside the door to our family. If you want to ask, our family will agree to you."

She can probably guess what Chai Shuxun is asking for, "Although our cultivation is exhausted, we don't know how long our family can live, but our family will protect him as long as we live."

Chai Shuxin knelt on the ground and shook his head, "This junior is not asking you for this matter."

""Siming" is a secret technique. In addition to exchanging lives for lives, it also consumes the user's cultivation during the summoning process. The junior is not a monk, but as one of the masters, he has some innate cultivation merits. The last time It's all wasted."

Chai Shuxin leaned over and kowtowed, and said in a low voice: "Your boldness, I would like to ask you for a little help with your cultivation."

Wu Nian was taken aback.

Both of them knew how much cultivation was left on her body.

Asking for a loan at this time, they all understand what it means.

The rain outside the door was like pouring, and the two stood and knelt, facing each other in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Nian sighed, walked out of the incense hall, and washed the blood off his hands in the rain.

She looked up at the rain for a moment, and said calmly: "You first rescue the two seriously injured outside to our family."

"As for what you asked for."

"Our family agrees."