Bone

Chapter 120

Huangquan is as wide as the sea, and it is difficult to see the two banks. The water body is brown and turbid, but there is no way forward. It is as cold as glacier water. , but there is pain.

The blood dripping from the wrist trickled into the water and spread out.Tan Fengyue described that she guarded Sanjiu tightly, and swam against the water until she felt the water flow suddenly rise and suddenly change rapidly, as if there was a thick barrier in front of her——

There was a lot of resistance, Tan Fengyue struggled to raise her hand, and tentatively scratched with the silver fan—the sharp edge of the fan cut through the barrier as lightly as cutting tofu.

As if a silver bottle was broken, the water suddenly burst into a deep vortex.

Caught off guard by the vortex, Tan Fengyue didn't show any panic on her face, she just held her breath to protect Sanjiu even tighter, and stretched out her hand to probe——

When his fingertips found a solid spot, he sank down suddenly, then jumped up, struggled to get out of the water, and lifted Sanjiu to the shore.

The timing was just right, and there was even room to spare.

The blood was still flowing from the wrist, and it was cut out by the countless sand and stones carried by the turbid spring water. Tan Fengyue climbed up to the shore feebly, and pressed the Quchi point on her arm in time to help herself. The bleeding stopped a bit.

Qiaoqiao fixed himself in the dying state, he rubbed his forehead slightly drowsily, took a deep breath, and looked up——

First of all, the ghost really didn't lie to him.There are lights burning along the shore, and there are clusters of nine lights every two steps, faintly illuminating the scene in front of you.

In the eyes, a scene of upside-down heaven and earth was cut by a pool of dirty spring water that fell sharply from the void, and there were jagged rocks floating in the air beside it, distorted and blurred, no living things were seen, and no one was seen. There are a lot of offerings, such as paper flowers and paper puppets, gold paper ingots, yellow flowers and fruits... spread all over the floor, looking into the distance.

As soon as Fang stood firm, Sanjiu couldn't even take care of the dirt on his body, so he jumped out eagerly, opening his mouth and howling: "Ghost Lord!——"

"—Ghost Lord!"

"Ghost Lord!—"

The sound drifted away, but no one answered, only a sound echoed in the air, beating the loneliness in the hearts of people.

...It was because he stopped the bleeding too late that he lost so much blood that he felt dizzy in his head?

... As a fairy, he broke into this realm that he should not have come to, and was tormented by the Yin Qi, so that his spirit was unstable, which caused his heart to burst into pain?

Tan Fengyue stared at the empty scene in front of her in a daze, feeling as if her chest had been torn open, and the pain was unbearable.

Back then, what did he do wrong, what did he miss, and what did he miss?

He actually made him... to wait for 67 years in such a wild and lonely place!

The water in the Yellow Spring was rushing endlessly, and the sound of the waves was rumbling, and what exploded in my ears again was the dark and sarcastic ridicule of the national teacher: You don't know!you are not here...

... Back then, he just admitted that his heart was dead, so he let go of his heart in a cool way, turned around and left, and from then on he devoted himself to cultivation until he let go of his ascension——

Are you really dead?perhaps.

But is that affection really worth letting go?I don't know.

He just no longer had any extravagant hopes, deluded himself to spend time in the fairy palace, stubbornly refused to ask about mortal affairs, and thought about waiting for that person to ascend to ascension, and then he could meet the appointment——

In the heavenly palace, the sun, moon, and stars are in the same brilliance, regardless of day and night, so you don't feel the year.Nearly 15 years have passed in the fingertips of the world...but it has been a long time since that person ascended. He finally lost his position and used the cloud well in the sky to peek into the lower world. He saw Jucang, but he didn't see his old friend.

Are you panicking?Is it urgent?No, he was just puzzled at first.How could it have been imagined that this would be the case?He only thought that maybe everyone in Jucang had entered the world, traveling far away, and getting rid of evil spirits—but why did Jucang appear desolate and uninhabited for a long time?

Driven by the doubts in his heart, he used hexagrams to figure out where the Shizong people were, but the results he got were one by one, especially Qin Nianjiu's "nothing".

So he was flustered and anxious in the end—the Heavenly Immortal Palace has a strict system, so what can he do?

In just one or two years, he offended the gods, contradicted Yan Luo, traveled through the three realms, was taken back by Di Tianjun himself several times, and broke out again and again. He ended up as a fallen immortal with broken bones.

——Countless times, he broke into the underworld to look for people, but he never thought that there was such a place... It was actually rubbing shoulders!

On the side, the yellow spring water is rushing endlessly, tirelessly, carrying away many tears in the world.At hand, the gloomy light of the burning lamp danced, reflected in Tan Fengyue's shallow golden pupils filled with daze, and completely illuminated the coldness in his heart.

"Ghost Lord!—Ghost Lord!"

……

Thirty-nine shouts from near to far, and from far to near, the sound echoed in my ears.

From the same excitement at the beginning to the obvious trembling, he didn't dare to cry anymore, for fear of hurting Xianjun's heart, he turned back full of hesitation, and held Tan Fengyue carefully. The sleeve of the sleeve: "Xianjun... well, it seems..."

Qieqi didn't dare to look at Xianjun's expression, for fear of making himself even more sad, he just hiccupped softly and couldn't continue.

Tan Fengyue is not a fool, so he naturally knew what he wanted to say but dared not - in fact, as early as when he first entered this place and saw all the mountains and rocks, he had already clearly understood in his heart - Qin Nianjiu was not here.

Ren Xiaogui suppressed sobbing, he only pressed his blood-colored thin lips lightly, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

For a moment, he let out a long and low sigh, and said two words softly, still the same sentence that could not be more self-deceiving: "...it's all right."

The dying state was uncomfortable, and he was weak from the inside out. He tried a few times in a row, and only then did he half-drag Sanjiu to stand up smoothly, and patted off the dust on the hem of his clothes, "Come here Come, even if he is not here...you should take a good look, otherwise my pain...wouldn't it be in vain?"

I feel vaguely that Xianjun's temperament seems to have changed a lot... Sanjiu couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and found out why Xianjun...seems like he won't despair...

Of course, Tan Fengyue will not despair.

Yes, in the last life, he was in despair - thinking that he lived a happy life and didn't care about anything except that person, and it was only because of that person that he despaired once.Just once, it was a big mistake, this time he has the opportunity to do it again, how could he allow the word "despair" to teach everything to come to naught?

If it's not here, it's somewhere else, you can always find it...even if that person only has a remnant soul left, even if he himself has only a remnant soul left.

can always be found.

The junction is vast and vast, far away, and between the twisted and towering mountains and rocks, two figures, a fairy and a ghost, drift slowly aimlessly.

Knowing that Xianjun is powerless right now, Sanjiu supported Tan Fengyue worriedly, hesitantly wondering whether to persuade him to leave here before making plans, or to listen to him and focus on searching this barren land first...

Obviously this place is so desolate, there is nothing else but various sacrificial items, if you stay here for too long...

Sanjiu was overly anxious, but there was no worry on his face when he was talking about Fengyue. He only counted the time in his heart, and carefully scanned every inch of the scene with a pair of golden pupils without haste.

Qin Nianjiu told him earlier that this is the end of the yang world, the source of the underworld, and the junction of the yin and yang realms, but all the people in the world burnt gold paper money, paper clothes and paper people, they will definitely flow through here... ...And he had burned a lot of things to give to his ghost brother. Perhaps he had foreseen such a result long ago, and it is unknown what will be left behind?

Knowing that the man was pure and good-natured, he would not calculate, but he clung to this unrealistic thought, which was almost ridiculous, like grasping a thin and strong spider thread, and moved forward step by step——

Suddenly, his heart twitched, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he hurried around to the back of a rock as if feeling something.

——Here, there is a slightly familiar atmosphere!It's too thin to notice, but...

He moved suddenly, and Sanjiu was caught off guard by him and staggered, and hurriedly said: "What, what, but what did you find?"

But I saw Xianjun groping for a gap in the rock, and pulled out a stack of papers from it.

Tan Fengyue's limbs were weak, and he didn't even have much strength with his fingertips. He was too eager, and many pages of paper drifted down with his movements and fell to the ground.

"This, this is...!"

Sanjiu hurriedly picked up the paper, glanced at it, and then trembled.

This page of letter paper is very familiar to him—it was all written word by word by Gui Jun who took him to read it word by word.

He shook the paper excitedly, and held it up to Tan Fengyue to see: "It was Gui Jun who burned it for his ghost brother!"

Finally remembering that Mr. Gui still had such an old friend, he turned his head excitedly and looked around, "Didn't Mr. Gui say that his brother Guichai was in this border area before? Why didn't he see anyone else?!"

"He was sent to Wangxiangtai early in the morning..." I didn't see him at Wangxiangtai just now, Tan Fengyue frowned slightly, looking at the pages of letter paper anxiously but carefully, careful not to let the blood on her wrist be stained He picked up the paper in his hand, and answered him casually: "Perhaps it was transferred elsewhere."

Sanjiu was not disappointed: "Then we will go find him! Maybe he can understand?"

Mingming guessed that the ghost messenger should obey the orders of Lord Yan Luo and be on the same path with him, Tan Fengyue flipped through the letter paper carefully, did not answer for a while, only murmured vaguely.

All the burnt letter papers were put away carefully by the ghost messenger, and they were stacked in order, without any special features, and there was no mention of any "backhands".Talking about Fengyue turned over page by page, his brows furrowed tighter, his heart gradually sank again, but he vaguely remembered something important...

The wound on his wrist was still dripping with blood, his vision began to blur a little unbearably, and his mind was a little dull, but he still refused to stop, flipping through the letter paper one by one, thinking hard about what he had missed.

In an instant, he finally had an epiphany, and turned straight to the last page. It was when they first met in Xibei, and he wrote it down in front of his face without hesitation, Strange events in Xibei Village.

It briefly described how thrilling that night was, and then mentioned lightly that he couldn't bear it, so he took on the orphan girl's 20 years of grievances.

——20 years of resentment!

The already somewhat chaotic and graying golden pupils became clear again in an instant, and Tan Fengyue clutched the letter paper tightly as if she had found a treasure.

The cause and effect of one life is over, and the retribution of karma is controlled by the way of heaven, and it is absolutely impossible to escape.According to this, his remnant soul is still there, maybe it is because he still bears the unpaid debt of 20 years!

If so...

Sanjiu noticed the change in his expression ignorantly, and seemed to have a solution, so she hastily pressed on his wrist that was still bleeding slightly, trying to stop the bleeding, without asking for details, she just said: "Xian Where did Jun think of? Let's go find it now!"

Standing still, Tan Fengyue pursed her lips slightly, put away the stack of letter papers, and put them back in their original place. Then, without hesitation, she raised her hand and flicked her wrist, the scars disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he also recovered from the dying state. Slowly pulled out.

Almost at the same time, the heavens and the earth returned to normal, Huangquan suddenly condensed, and a repulsive force suddenly arose, pushing him out of the junction——

Forcing himself to pull himself together, he protected Sanjiu immediately, and said to him, "Let's go to the Red Lotus Hell, the scene may be scary, so don't be afraid."

Split Red Lotus Hell?He had heard the story of Luo Qingyu told dozens of times by Guijun, Sanjiu vaguely guessed the pass, hurriedly hugged Xianjun tighter, and nodded vigorously: "Don't be afraid! Let's hurry—"