Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and his colleagues——Stars sinking into the sea [Rebirth]

Xue Yang didn't have any sense of reality until he followed Xiao Xingchen back to the Yizhuang where they had lived for several years.

The yizhuang they lived in used to belong to a single old man. Although the utensils were simple and outdated, they were all available. On the right side of the lobby where the coffins and corpses were originally placed was a small wing room, where the only bed in the yizhuang was placed.

The low bed was against the wall, because Xue Yang was injured, this bed was always occupied by Xue Yang, and Xiao Xingchen spread straw and cotton on the floor at the other end of the room to rest.

The night flower hunt this time was not long, and there were still a few hours before dawn, so both of them lay down early to rest on their own before dawn.

Xue Yang lay on his side on the bed, staring at Xiao Xingchen on the ground.Xiao Xingchen is quite well-bred, and his sleeping position is very obedient, with his hands folded in front of his body, what he does when he sleeps doesn't change much when he wakes up.The weather was getting colder, so he only had an extra layer of coat covered. The white clothes were better than the snow. From a distance, he looked like a dead person waiting to be sacrificed.

Xue Yang felt chest tightness because of the feeling that "Xiao Xingchen is a dead person", but he didn't feel that this feeling was ominous. After all, he had seen the real dead Xiao Xingchen with his own eyes—the face was covered with blood from hollow eye sockets, and the neck was covered with blood. There was a line of blood, and the chest was also soaked red with blood, much more embarrassing than lying on the ground now.Xue Yang even thought that it would be good if Xiao Xingchen could be half as decent and peaceful as he is now when he dies.

Xiao Xingchen, who was lying on the ground like a dead person, suddenly said, "You have walked too much today, your leg injury is still unhealed, so don't go out with me tomorrow night."

Xue Yang was taken aback for a moment, and he responded with a low voice. The two stopped talking, and soon Xiao Xingchen fell into a deep sleep.

Xue Yang was actually very tired too, but he couldn't bear to close his eyes. He looked at Xiao Xingchen with a good look, thinking that this dream was much longer than the ones he had done before, and the scene in front of him was not as blurred as the ones he had seen before. The star dust is more vivid, no longer the cold and lifeless appearance in other dreams.

In fact, he didn't have a few dreams about Xiao Xingchen.After Xiao Xingchen's death, his soul was shattered. I don't know if it's because people who have lost their souls can't fall asleep. Xue Yang dreamed about Xiao Xingchen over and over again, but he didn't see Xiao Xingchen's figure a few times, even his back. Extravagance, often only a cloud of white phantom is vaguely captured, and Xue Yang walks a few steps forward and the phantom disappears.Most of the time, he only dreamed that he was standing alone in front of a black coffin for a long time, and remained silent for a long time, not knowing when it would be.In the daytime when there is no dream to rely on, if he misses it too much, he will open the coffin to take a look, just to keep the corpse intact, and he dare not look at it too many times.

What he experienced in these few hours was unprecedented in eight years. He didn't want to close his eyes, for fear that he would wake up too soon, and it would be nothing.

However, when his eyes turned red and he heard the cock crow, Xue Yang felt at a loss again.

This dream is really too long.Xue Yang looked at his left hand and thought.

This night, he was only focused on looking at Xiao Xingchen, and it was only now that the sky was breaking before he could think about the previous matter.He thought of Yicheng shrouded in dense fog, of all the ways he had pretended to be Xiao Xingchen, of the spirit-locking pouch he had been hiding in his bosom, and finally thought of the fact that his left arm had been severed and he hadn’t snatched the spirit-locking pouch back from Lan Wangji’s hand. The bloody moment.

He remembered that he seemed to feel the light of the teleportation talisman before he closed his eyes. He was seriously injured, and he should have lost blood to death in the light circle.

Yes, he remembered something weird.

—He should have become a dead man.

Dead people don't dream.

So what is this?

At this time Xiao Xingchen also woke up, greeted him, and went out to fetch water and cook.

Xue Yang limped to the door in a daze, watching Xiao Xingchen fumble to fetch water from the water tank in the courtyard, and then went back to the house to light the fire.

When Xiao Xingchen passed Xue Yang with the firewood in his arms, Xue Yang suddenly leaned on him. Xiao Xingchen held the firewood with one hand, and hurriedly supported the weightless Xue Yang with the other hand, and asked in surprise, "Is everything okay?" ?”

Xue Yang grabbed his outstretched hand, put half of his body on Xiao Xingchen's body, hugged him to support his body, stood up slowly, and said in an apologetic tone, "I didn't stand firmly all of a sudden, how many times?" There is an offense, Daoist. Didn’t it overwhelm you?”

Xiao Xingchen shook his head indifferently, and asked concerned: "But the leg injury got worse?"

Xue Yang said no, Xiao Xingchen continued to work with confidence.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't see, and Xue Yang just stood there and watched him light the fire, and didn't feel like helping.He shook the right hand that had just grabbed Xiao Xingchen's forearm, and seemed to be able to feel the warmth and softness of the other's skin through the clothes.Xue Yang silently put his weight on the injured leg again. After standing there for an unknown amount of time, a numb pain came from the wound.

Xiao Xingchen who has warmth, and himself who feels pain.

To say it was a dream would be too real.

Xue Yang had even more doubts in his heart.

He blocked Xiao Xingchen's sword yesterday, murdered and set fire, lied and deceived, all thinking that he was in a dream, doing these things just as he wanted, but never thought about how he would deal with himself if this was not a dream.

He didn't doubt the memory of his death from blood loss. Whether it was the injury of a broken arm or the pain of losing the spirit lock bag, it was extremely clear and real. He must have died.In his cognition, the most likely reason for a dead person to return to the world is to seize the body, but this body is his own, so it has nothing to do with the body. The strange situation that reappeared at this time and space.

Xue Yang didn't know what to do, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He can live anywhere, and now it's not too difficult to take one step at a time.

After a period of time, Xue Yang gradually accepted the status quo, he would occasionally talk to Xiao Xingchen, and occasionally walk around the Yizhuang, looking for some details, and checking one by one with the things in his memory.

Life in Yizhuang is peaceful as usual. The pots, pans, tables, chairs and benches here are exactly the same as in memory, even the positions of the empty coffins in the lobby are the same. The only difference is that there is no little liar pretending to be blind in Yizhuang .

Xue Yang didn't care about the life and death of others. One more person or one less person didn't mean much to him. The groping these days made him vaguely sure that he was reborn in the past. Although he didn't know the reason, but he could stay with Xiao Xingchen for a while longer. He didn't have any opinions, and he didn't have any thoughts about getting to the bottom of it. He muddled along and gradually managed to sleep through the night.