Bone

Chapter 118

Floating clouds and drizzle washed away, but the deserted Jucang Mountaintop was still a mess, with blood stains all over the place.A cold wind blows from the snow, passing through the overturned woods, brushing over the broken jade stones, and blowing up sparkling dust floating in the air, like someone blowing sand.

Sese stood in the middle of such bloodstains one after another, Sanjiu tightly clutched a silver cigarette stick covered in blood mud, even though his palm was burned, he never let go, only clenched his fists hard and smashed his eyes, crying loudly.

What he was wearing was still the brocade dress that Xianjun Guijun bought for him when he was in Qinyuan, but now it was covered with all kinds of bloody scratches, dirty the delicate embroidery patterns, and stained the fine fabrics. The stitches were caused by groping through the bloodstains.

It was as if he had returned to the narrow, airtight, and dark cloth box that locked him in the first place, and he cried again and again, hesitantly.

In the few remaining memories of his life, he seldom cried like this.It is because although he is young, he has learned early on that crying is the most useless.Mother will not compromise for him just because he is crying, and buy him the same gadget he wants, or a cheap candy.Even at this moment, he still knows that crying is useless, he can't cry back to his ghost king, to the ghosts who made friends with him in the city of Qingyuan, but now, but now, he can only vent his frustration by crying bitterly. help, there is no other way.

……

The memories of the past and the present life that he finally remembered were intertwined and piled up redundantly in his mind, dragging his thinking extremely slowly, making it difficult for him to think.Slightly in a daze, Tan Fengyue didn't frown, but slowly adjusted her breathing, and walked slowly towards the source of the crying, trying to sort out the entangled thoughts in her mind bit by bit.

... who is crying?

This voice... seems to be that little ghost named Sanjiu.After he reunited with that person in this life, he was accepted as a ghost servant boy in Hongling Mountain City...

...What is he crying for?

After a trip on the same road, they finally returned to Jucang, when someone from the sect attacked——

……Then?

The chaotic brain suddenly went blank for a moment, and even the breath was suffocated.Tan Fengyue stopped abruptly, and saw bloodstains on the ground of the broad mountaintop from a distance, and Sanjiu standing in the bloodstains and weeping endlessly.

In his previous life and in this life, he has seen more than thousands of bloodstains, dripping, dry, warm, cold, scalding... but they are far from what he saw before him, making his heart tremble.

It didn't seem to be a bloodstain, but a result that he couldn't bear at all.Before he even understood the situation in front of him, his legs moved again uncontrollably, and he walked towards the bloodstain step by step as if he lost his soul.

The crying sound was mixed with the sound of the wind, and suddenly merged with the rustling and rubbing of a few strands of clothing.Shocked by the sudden soft noise, Sanjiu shivered and looked back, seeing the blue shadow in a vision blurred by tears, it was like a drowning man finally caught sight of it. A piece of driftwood ran towards Tan Fengyue without even thinking about it, almost tripped to the ground in anxiety, and the voice soaked in crying was distorted: "-Xianjun!"

The little ghost who staggered towards her rushed fiercely, but Tan Fengyue's eyes were only staring at the smeared blood on the ground in the distance, she kept walking, she just stretched out her sleeves unconsciously, and embraced him. arms.

The driftwood was firmly grasped in his hand, and his hanging heart dropped a few inches, Sanjiu cried louder, and the words he struggled to utter fell into pieces: "Xian, Xianjun! Xianjun, you are awake! Why, why is there blood everywhere...I, I searched for a long time...but I, but I can't find Guijun—I...Qingyuan...woooo—"

She couldn't hear what he was crying at all, Tan Fengyue just let him hold her arm, crying half of her azure sleeves into deep green, and walked forward in a daze.

The sky and mountain scenery in front of him is so vast, but all that is left in his eyes is the blood stain, every step he takes seems to be stepping on the clouds, he can't reach the real place, and it seems that every step is stepping on a sharp knife edge Up, the pain can be piercing.

The blood is continuous, one after another, it is difficult to distinguish the boundary, and it is even more difficult to distinguish whose blood it is, but Tan Fengyue stepped on it without looking sideways, walked towards one of the blood stains, and stood beside him.

Sanjiu cried so much that his head was dizzy, he couldn't stop sobbing, he couldn't even speak clearly, he just grabbed his sleeve and said: "I, I'm in Bailizhuang, and I saw something strange on the mountain from afar... Qi , the deeds also suddenly burned... I was afraid, I didn't think much... I rushed back... but I only saw a lot, a lot of people from the sect... I was afraid... so I hid it... Yes, someone found it Killed me... He, he held the ghost king's double swords... He didn't kill me... He, he put you in a bamboo house... Just, he took you away... Xian, Xianjun, you have not woken up ...I, I can't find Ghost Lord..."

He said a lot, but Tan Fengyue turned a deaf ear to it. He just stood beside the pool of blood with lowered eyes, as if he was frozen, only the sound of the wind whistled softly in his ears, echoing in the valley.

He looked at the pool of blood and listened quietly to the wind, as if he understood everything, but couldn't figure it out.

No need to listen carefully to what Sanjiu cried out, the wind had already told him everything.But there is no need to read what Feng Zhi said carefully, he just saw the pool of blood from a distance, and he knew it, he knew it, this is the person he once cared about, searched hard for, and met again later, but now People who are separated again.

— the one he loves.

But why?

Back then, he ascended to immortality first, and took the post of Sifeng in the Immortal Palace, forcing himself to stop caring, stop paying attention to things in the lower world, and just pretend that every wind that blows through Jucang is meeting him .But why is it that the wind is still blowing on Jucang Mountain, he is still him, and the person who should have stood by him has disappeared, leaving only this dry, dark red and brown bloodstain?

Not getting a response for a long time, Sanjiu was even more flustered, and wiped away the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand indiscriminately, looked up at him: "Xian..."

The voice is a pause.

It wasn't until this time that he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a change in the demeanor of Xianjun's body. His lips trembled, and he stepped back half a step involuntarily, loosening the clenched sleeves in his hands, and stammeringly said: "Xian, Xianjun...you... …your eyes……"

Cultivation in one life, merit in two lives, eight thunders have been borne, and one celestial bone can be forged with one.By mistake, today's Tan Fengyue has regained [-]% of her immortal status, and she is only one step away from ascending to the immortal again and regaining the immortal position. The pupils embedded in a pair of peach blossom eyes are no longer transparent and light brown. A light layer of light gold, as if shimmering with waves.

The golden pupils of the immortal are supposed to observe the sufferings of the world and understand the needs of people's hearts, but now he can only use these golden pupils to watch the blood left by his loved one, and he can't shed a single tear.

It seems like a long time, and it seems like only a moment.In a low voice, he asked Sanjiu: "...how long have I been in a coma?"

Immortals and ghosts are different, even though Sanjiu still didn't understand the reason for the change in his immortal monarch's body, the fear in his heart had already arisen, and he stumbled and squeezed out the answer from his teeth: "Three, three days..."

The voice fell, and only a suffocating silence remained in response to him.

As if someone had pushed her into the water, Sanjiu looked at Tan Fengyue's tightly pursed lips in panic, almost overwhelmed by the sense of panic creeping up from the bottom of her feet, but suddenly heard him spit out two words: "... …fine."

The wind also whimpered.Tan Fengyue lowered her head slightly, bent down slightly tremblingly, stretched out her hand to touch the blood stain, and repeated in a low voice: "...it's okay."

Slowly, in a low voice, over and over again, he repeated these two words, as if talking to himself.

The blood on the ground had already dried out, soaked into the soil, and was infected by the snow, making the fingers cold.His fingers seemed to be frozen, stiff and bent, as if he wanted to pick up the dried blood in vain, but he could only pick up a piece of nothingness covered with stains.

The coolness spread from his fingertips and palms to his heart, and his mind and heart were also empty from the cold. The only thing he could say out of his mouth was the self-comforting sentence: "It's okay."

……

Have you ever seen Xianjun lose his composure like this, Sanjiu couldn't say a word, didn't dare to move, could only sob unceasingly, and called him in a crying voice: "Xianjun!"

But he raised his hand to press his chest in a daze, and said in a low voice: "...the blood can't be picked up, and the bones are gone...Qingyuan still has...two swords...jade smoke..."

Gradually suppressing the collapse in her heart, and gradually making a decision, Tan Fengyue's eyes focused bit by bit, and she tightly squeezed Bloody in her hand, and she stood up after trying twice, still muttering: "... After death, the soul stays for seven days. Now it has been three days...it should not be too late..."

He didn't look back, he just flicked his sleeves, and a gust of wind swept in smoothly, picking up and putting together the broken jade platform like a pair of hands, straightening the fallen trees, and cleaning up the excess blood on the ground.

In the turbulent wind, he settled down, turned to the sobbing little ghost beside him, and called him softly: "Sanjiu."

With just two words, the panic in Sanjiu's heart dissipated in an instant, and tears burst into his arms again, crying loudly: "Xianjun!"

Tan Junying always has a bit of a child's heart, and he is not good at facing heartbreak at all. Fortunately, he is talking about Fengyue at this moment, which enables him to try his best to maintain his superficial calm.Tan Fengyue has a cold temper, and is not good at taking into account the mood of others, let alone comforting her. Fortunately, at this moment, he has recovered the part that belongs to Tan Junying, so that he can gently embrace the three of them in a reassuring gesture. Nine, stroking his back.

Time can't wait.

He didn't want to procrastinate for a moment, and he didn't have time to explain to Sanjiu in detail. His expression couldn't be calmer, but there was mist in his golden pupils. He pushed Sanjiu slightly away with light movements, and his voice was slightly A little hoarsely said: "I'll go to the underworld, it may be dangerous, you..."

Suddenly caught a glimpse of a strong wind that was almost condensed and wrapped Xianjun into it, Sanjiu didn't care to wipe his tears, and rushed forward to wrap his waist tightly, looking up at him: "I also agree with you!" go!"

What's so terrible about the danger, the ghost king died, and he didn't want to be left behind by the fairy king again!

"..."

Understanding the panic in his eyes, Tan Fengyue's drooping hand trembled slightly, pursed her lips, did not refute him, only raised her hand to hold him tighter, and flicked the other hand behind his head, wrapping him also into the wind.

Rising from the hem of the clothes, a fairy and a ghost gradually blurred and shattered into pieces of light spots, and the pieces fluttered into the wind, engulfed by the wind, and went to the distance.