in love with the lord of all

"Xu Congzhang is the ancestor of the witch god."

Already knew.

"He is not weak or pitiful at all, he has been deceiving you."

nonsense.

"Xu Congzhang is a monster who takes pleasure in making fun of human suffering."

It really is nonsense.

"He's scarier than any ghost."

Xu Juvenile is cuter than anyone else.

"Xu Congzhang is not worthy of love—"

It doesn't matter, as long as he loves it.

Every word Wei Cangshan provoked, Song Qing silently refuted back in her heart.

Of course, if he hadn't seen Xu Congzhang in the mirage, he might have been successfully provoked by now, and became afraid and afraid of Xu Congzhang.

Xu Congzhang will face another betrayal, and it hurts to think about it.

— but the assumption is impossible.

Because Song Qing had seen the mirage and the real Xu Congzhang, that's why they met.

He is the one who changed Xu Congzhang's fate, and the one who brought him out without authorization, so Xu Congzhang is his responsibility.

Taking responsibility actively is different from taking responsibility passively. The former can never be voluntarily abandoned.

Song Qing wanted to interrupt Wei Cangshan, and then asked him: Since Xu Congzhang is the ancestor of the witch god, why were you summoned by Li Ruo's priest?

Of course, you will know the answer after a little thought, so there is no need to ask again.

Wei Cangshan refers to himself as "that heinous fish that slipped through the net", which is enough to explain everything.

In the mirage, Xu Congzhang was brought back to the city and awakened by accident after suffering a painful encounter.

After regaining his identity as the ancestor of the witch god, he didn't get the treatment he deserved. Instead, he was cut into blood by the greedy witch and Gu master, almost killing half of his life.

Later, someone ate Xu Congzhang's heart and drank Xu Congzhang's blood, and became a fake witch god ancestor, taking away the awe, worship and all the treatment that should belong to Xu Congzhang.

How unfair.

How miserable.

"what…"

Song Qing's heart was heavy, like a mountain was pressing down on him, and the mountain made his back hunched and he couldn't straighten up.

He thought he rescued Xu Congzhang and complacently helped him get rid of the tragic and unfair fate that followed, but he really thought that he had cheated fate, and ended up falling into the pit long ago without knowing it.

It turned out that Xu Congzhang had his heart dug out and his blood drunk long ago. It turned out that the pain he suffered in the future had already fallen on the underage Xu Congzhang.

The heavy mood and the messy mirage fragments made Song Qing suddenly think of the broken fragments that he had disapprovingly ignored in his complicated thoughts.

…The ancestor altar of the witch god, the bronze urn, and the blood clots covered in the urn, layer after layer, day after day, year after year.

Wei Cangshan's hatred and hostility peaked in an instant, so that Song Qing caught his heartbeat.

He heard—'It's just a pig whose heart was cut open'.

I didn't understand it at first, but now I understand it.

The dried blood in the bronze urn belonged to Xu Congzhang. He was once locked in the bronze urn and treated as a horrible human pig. How old are you?

The blood clots in the bronze urn could not coagulate within three or four years. How old was Xu Juvenile three or four years ago?

13? 12?

How cruel.

Song Qing turned around and hugged Xu Congzhang tightly, with sympathy, pity, tenderness and apology for being late, even though he knew he didn't need to feel sorry.

"I'm late. Xu Congzhang, I should have come back earlier, found you earlier, brought you back earlier, and I will protect you."

The next moment, he was strangled and hugged tightly, and Xu Juvenile sighed softly in his ear: "I'm so happy."

The emotions of trembling, excitement and relief came out, and it seemed that Xu Congzhang also had a heavy psychological burden.

He should also be unwilling to deceive himself, but he is afraid that he will be hated and feared if he speaks out.

Silly.

Song Qing patted Xu Congzhang's back, quite emotionally comforting, noticing that the minor's body was trembling slightly, and felt that Xu Congzhang must be terrified at ordinary times.

"Don't be afraid, I won't abandon you."

On the back that Song Qing couldn't see, Xu Congzhang's eyes were paranoid and sick.

With a panoramic view, Wei Cangshan finally understood that Song Qing would not hurt Xu Congzhang at all, and at the same time confirmed one thing: Song Qing was Xu Congzhang's weakness.

Song Qing pushed Xu Congzhang: "Release first, I have something to ask."

Xu Congzhang let go slowly, still embracing his waist with one hand and refusing to let go, his cheek resting on Song Qing's shoulder, sticky and wishing to entangle his limbs.

Song Qing looked at Wei Cangshan and asked, "Why did you deliberately harm Xu Congzhang?"

Wei Cangshan stared at him without speaking.

Song Qing continued to ask: "You stole his things, got the Gu control technique that shouldn't belong to you, deceived the granddaughter of the grass hag, and now you want to drive us apart and hurt Xu Congzhang, why?"

Wei Cangshan answered irrelevantly: "If you believe in Xu Congzhang, you will regret it sooner or later."

"No." Song Qing said lightly, "It's fine if you don't answer."

Song Qing held Xu Congzhang's arm, and asked blankly, "Can you put his heart back after cutting it out?"

Hearing this, the light in Xu Congzhang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he replied: "I can't. It's already dirty. And—"

He looked at Wei Cangshan and said softly, "His heart is a Gu worm raised by the granddaughter of the grass hag, not my original heart."

Huh?

Song Qing looked at Wei Cangshan's heart in surprise, of course she didn't see anything, but she was just puzzled that he lost half of Xu Congzhang's heart.

That's right, if the original heart still belonged to Xu Congzhang, then Wei Cangshan would not have appeared on Mount Qiluo in the first place, let alone be saved by the granddaughter of the grass ghost.

When he died, was it because his heart was empty?

The life and death Gu of the granddaughter of the grass hag compensates for the function of his heart?

Wei Cangshan stared at Xu Congzhang, and after a long while, his expression was dull, it really was a monster.

Whether it's a human, or an imposter 'Witch God Ancestor', how could it be the opponent of a real monster?

Figured this out, Wei Cangshan looked at Song Qing again, showing sympathy at this time, the human in front of him didn't even know what kind of monster he provoked, right?

It's so pitiful to treat Xu Congzhang as a weak and pitiful underage, and to show sympathy and pity for it.

Song Qing was still puzzled: "Why?"

Wei Cangshan couldn't reply, because the Gu worms that acted as his heart were being eaten up bit by bit, and the severe pain caused him to fall to the ground, his body curled up, and his pupils gradually dilated.

It turned out that after the butterfly shattered into spots of light, it actually entered his heart, and was planted with Gu unconsciously.

Life and death Gu couldn't resist Xu Congzhang's butterflies, being devoured was like a heart being devoured bit by bit by worms, the feeling of thousands of ants devouring a heart is just like that.

The butterfly ate the life-death Gu, then tore open his chest, stretched out its wings, treated his body like a chrysalis, absorbed all the nutrients and discarded it.

Wei Cangshan reluctantly pulled his lips into a smile, and the figure of the grass hag's granddaughter seemed to appear in his slack pupils.

She turned her head, smiled gently, and then died.

Then he heard Song Qing's question again, and thought to himself, it's probably "all people have partiality and anger".

Partial to what you love, venting anger to what you hate, burning your heart with anger, like falling into a nose.

Xu Congzhang raised his hand to cover Song Qing's eyes, and whispered in his ear, "Don't look, ugly."

The cold and indifferent eyes fell on the already stiff Wei Cangshan, the opponent's chest was torn open, and the huge blue butterfly pulled out its wings, spread its wings for a few laps, and then shattered into light spots in mid-air.

Before Wei Cangshan died, he mouthed something to Xu Congzhang: "Song Qing sympathizes with you, but doesn't love you."

Xu Congzhang was not provoked, but tilted his head, touching Song Qing's face with the top of his head, the corners of his lips slowly raised, silently and nakedly laughing at the stupidity and uselessness of human beings who love to provoke him.

"Dead?" Song Qing asked.

"Well, it's dead, the Gu worms are eating it back, the corpse is ugly, don't look at it."

"Oh."

Song Qing was pushed out of the radio room by Xu Congzhang covering her eyes, and was led out of the corridor before she took off her hands covering her eyes, still full of puzzlement about Wei Cangshan's actions.

He couldn't think of love at all, so after he figured out all the joints, he couldn't understand Wei Cangshan's purpose.

Get Xu Congzhang's heart, and then abandon it.

After his death, he was rescued by the granddaughter of the grass hag who loved him deeply. With a Gu worm pretending to be a heart, he made such a big battle in human society, and was even bitten by the Gu worm, just to expose Xu Congzhang in front of him?

Unable to figure it out, Song Qing turned to ask Xu Congzhang.

Xu Congzhang said with a smile: "Maybe because he is unwilling."

Song Qing thought about it, and felt that this answer was probably the most suitable.

No matter what the reason for not being reconciled, it is always not reconciled.

The two walked out, but the people in the shopping mall had been evacuated long ago, with a few police officers left scattered, and a large army waiting for orders outside.

Seeing the yellow team from a distance, people hurried up to ask about it. Song Qing only described that the mastermind Wei Cangshan was eaten by Gu insects and died in the broadcasting room. Except for the flying insects all over the shopping mall, there was no harm.

Team Huang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words: "Song Qing, thank you very much."

Song Qing didn't respond, she pulled off her bonnet, and left with Xu Congzhang first.

Team Huang was melancholy for a moment, and immediately got up and reported the situation to the top, ready to kill the flying insects all over the mall.

..

After returning home, Song Qing suddenly realized that they were going to buy winter clothes!

As a result, the winter clothes were still unsuccessful, but there was no need to buy them.

Because after Xu Congzhang's identity as the ancestor of the witch god was exposed, he seldom pretended.

He didn't like to wear thick clothes at first, but now he just wears a long shirt and trousers every day, and often walks barefoot, anyway, he is not cold.

Song Qing often thought that he would automatically generate heat, and every time she would rush up to hold Xu Congzhang's hands and cheeks with a serious expression, only to quickly push away when she found it was colder than the iron railing outside.

Feeling depressed.

Xu Congzhang stretched his five fingers, Song Qing's remaining warmth remained in his palm, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, it was so warm.

Three days later, Song Qing accidentally heard that Pacific Department Store had closed. The news reported that it had been acquired, and planned to close for repairs before reopening. As for Fang Ting and others, there was no report.

I only heard from gossip that those people were greatly frightened, and they often talked nonsense, saying that they had worms on their tongues. Anyway, their spirits had collapsed, and they might spend the rest of their lives in a mental hospital.

The incident in the department store that day was finally officially explained as the work of terrorists, and only one person died.

Those who witnessed the scene and watched the live broadcast all acquiesced to the official explanation, and did not dare to talk nonsense on the Internet. Related posts were deleted, and related incidents remained silent.

After all, misfortune comes from the mouth.

Within half a month after that day, the country quickly introduced the relevant cyber violence supervision bill, which was implemented soon.

The Internet atmosphere has been rectified, and the environment has improved a lot.

Wednesday afternoon, the sun was warm.

Song Qing received an email, and the front of the email was Team Huang's explanation.

He said it was an email in Miao language found on Li Ruo's computer, which had been translated and sent to Song Qing for viewing.

Song Qing thought for a while and clicked on the email.

The author has something to say: Although Wei Cangshan is dead, he can continue to make troubles, and he must be resurrected from death.