Chapter 30 Liancheng
Chapter 30 Liancheng
Lan Yuyan found several people and moved Qiao Sheng's body to Wang's house.He and Gu Huai also planned to go there together.
On the way, Gu Huai asked Lan Yuyan worriedly: "Then can Qiao Sheng do it alone?"
"As long as he doesn't look back on the road, and doesn't extinguish the candle that holds Liancheng's life, there will be no problem."
Gu Huai sighed lightly: "Oh, I still don't trust him."
Lan Yuyan hugged him with one arm: "Don't think so much, it depends on the good fortune of the two of them, if he really can't do it, then none of us can do it."
"How about this?" Gu Huai gently pushed Lan Yuyan's hand away, "I will look for Qiao Sheng along the road and escort him back to the Wang's house. You go to the Wang's house to set up a formation and wait for us."
"Don't be stupid, even if Qiao Sheng will encounter some troubles on the road, what's the use of you going?"
Gu Huai lowered his head and thought: "It's a little bit of help. Mr. Lan, please go, I'll go over there to find Qiao Sheng."
After all, without giving Lan Yuyan a chance to speak, she quickly ran in the opposite direction.
Lan Yuyan looked at Gu Huaiyuan's back, her eyes were covered with a thick layer of shadow.
Gu Huai ran along that road for a long time, and when he was exhausted, he saw a warm red light shining in the darkness in the distance, slowly approaching in his direction.
Gu Huai thought that this must be Qiao Sheng who was holding a candle, so he quickened his pace and ran towards the candle.
The moonlight shone coldly, illuminating the scene in front of him, Gu Huai stopped walking, and his hair stood on end.
I saw that ball of candlelight was floating in the air and moving forward, not being held up by anyone, and the fiery red hot wax dripped down to the ground.
Gu Huai swallowed nervously. Although he knew that the invisible ghost belonged to Qiao Sheng and Liancheng, his heart was still a little hairy.
The candle slowly drifted past him, Gu Huai was stunned for a moment, and quickly chased after him.
Gu Huai followed behind them cautiously, while vigilantly paying attention to the situation on the road, while walking lightly, so as not to disturb the two ghosts in front of him.
Seeing that they were about to reach the Wang's house safely, Gu Huai just put his heart in his throat when he saw an angry person rushing out of the alley ahead.
The man was dressed in a red robe with a ferocious expression, and holding a sword in his hand, he stood straddling the middle of the road, blocking their way.
Gu Huai panicked, and called out palely, "Brother Hua Cheng."
The corner of Wang Huacheng's mouth curled up into a weird smile, and he looked Gu Huai up and down: "Brother Zihong is in such a hurry, where are you going? Hey, why do you see me as if you saw a ghost? Baicheng like this."
Gu Huai clenched his fists: "Brother Huacheng, why bother to ask questions knowingly?"
Wang Huacheng snorted coldly, and moved his eyes to the hanging candle, with a murderous look gradually rising in his eyes.I saw the candle light flicker and began to move back slowly.
Gu Huai took two steps forward to block the candlelight: "Brother Hua Cheng, calm down, we have to go back to Liancheng now, if we fail this time, there will be no second chance."
"Liancheng is my wife, there is no need for this outsider to save her."
Wang Huacheng drew out a gleaming silver sword, and left the scabbard on the ground.
"What are you going to do? Don't you want Liancheng to come back to life? Don't you love her very much?" Gu Huai looked at the gloomy Wang Huacheng in fear.
"I love her, but I'm not stupid. I can see that her heart is not with me. In this case," Wang Huacheng raised one corner of his mouth, smiling sadly and sinisterly, "It's better to die."
As soon as the words fell, he raised his sword and charged towards Gu Huai.
Gu Huai didn't have a sharp weapon for self-defense, he only hid a close-fitting short knife in his cuff, and the short knife had no advantage against the sword in Wang Huacheng's hand.But Gu Huai suddenly thought that every time he encountered danger in the past, that short knife would turn into a long knife that cut iron like mud.
He decisively drew out the short knife, and blocked Wang Huacheng's stabbing sword. With a "bang", it made his tiger's mouth hurt, and the one-foot-long knife was directly sent flying.Wang Huacheng withdrew his hand and stabbed Gu Huai's arm with the blade.
Wang Huacheng looked at the blood dripping down Gu Huai's arm, and his eyes regained some clarity: "Get out of the way, stop meddling, I don't want to hurt you."
Gu Huai covered the wound and shouted: "You will regret it like this!"
"I won't!" Wang Huacheng grabbed his front and threw him aside.Gu Huai was already groggy and weak, but when Wang Huacheng picked him up like this, he was thrown out and hit a wall on one side.
Wang Huacheng walked towards the candlelight step by step: "If I don't do this, I will regret it, so I just let you go? Seeing you two come back to life and make a loving couple? What do you think of me? You are not in love Well, then go to hell and be a pair of fateful mandarin ducks!"
Wang Huacheng waved his arm and split the candle in front of him in half.The candle fell to the ground feebly, and the originally bright flame suddenly dimmed.
Wang Huacheng looked down at the dying candle flames on the ground, a complex expression flashed across his face.
Gu Huai ran towards the candle on the ground, thinking that it must not be extinguished.But before touching the candle, it was knocked to the ground by a gust of wind.He struggled to get up, and saw a circle of deep purple resentment surrounding the candle, gently holding up the weak candle flame.At the same time, his short knife that fell on the ground also stretched instantly.
It turns out that the knife can only grow longer when it touches resentment. Gu Huai looked at the knife on the ground and fell into deep thought.
The color of that group of resentment is getting darker and thicker.It was spinning rapidly in the air, and there was a mournful roar from it.
"Wang Huacheng, I want to die with you!"
Wang Huacheng felt a gust of wind blowing, and his back felt cold. Although he couldn't see the ghost's resentment, his expression changed, and he subconsciously turned his head and ran away.
As soon as the thick purple resentment was going to chase after the king, Gu Huai got up and shouted: "Young Master Qiao, don't forget that the most important thing now is to send Liancheng back. Time is running out, and this candle may not last long. We need to hurry up."
The purple gradually faded and finally turned white and disappeared into the air.
Qiao Sheng's soul continued to hold the flame forward, and the flame in his hand became weaker and weaker.Finally, they arrived at Wang's house.
The door of Wang's house was open, and there were two bodies of Qiao Sheng and Liancheng placed side by side inside, with red candles placed around their bodies.Beside him stands a Taoist priest with a goatee, waving a battered flag.
Qiao Sheng's soul held the dots of fire and walked to the side of the body.
The Taoist stroked his beard and nodded. He waved the flag and drew a golden light to strike the few remaining candles in the air. The candles shattered and turned into two rays of light, which penetrated into the bodies of Qiao Sheng and Liancheng respectively. .
On the ground, Qiao Sheng's and Lian Cheng's bloodless faces gradually turned rosy.Suddenly, the two of them moved their fingers and slowly opened their eyes.
There were exclamations all around.
Qiao Sheng got up on his feet, looked around in confusion, saw Liancheng lying beside him, and quickly helped her up.
Liancheng leaned against Qiao Sheng's arms, looked at him affectionately, parted his red lips lightly, and called out, "Qiao Lang, am I dreaming?"
Qiao Sheng looked at the woman in his arms tenderly, tears streaming down his face before he could speak.
Liancheng's onion-like fingers caressed Qiao Sheng's face, wiping away his tears.
Gu Huai watched this scene from a distance, and let out a long breath.At this time, he saw a red figure flashing past.
Gu Huai quickly caught up with that figure, and while chasing, he shouted, "Brother Huacheng, where are you going?"
Wang Huacheng ignored him and just ran forward desperately.As a result, a stone just protruded from the grass in front of him, which tripped him to the ground.
Gu Huai caught up with Wang Huacheng, grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, only to see that Wang Huacheng was out of breath from crying.
Gu Huai felt sore, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Hua Cheng, don't be too sad."
Wang Huacheng pursed his lips, plunged into Gu Huai's arms, and burst into tears desperately.While crying, he howled inarticulately: "What did I do wrong, why did you do this to me?"
Gu Huai patted his back lightly, listening to his cries quietly.
"Why doesn't Liancheng like me? I like her so much... I, Wang Huacheng, can't compare to that nerd?"
Wang Huacheng got out of Gu Huai's arms, his eyes were red and swollen, and he twitched and asked, "Am I really so annoying that Liancheng would not want to marry me?"
Gu Huai smiled and shook his head: "Of course not, you are handsome and rich, but it's just that you can't force yourself to do things like feelings."
"Well," Wang Huacheng wiped the tears off his face with the back of his hand, looked at Gu Huai and asked, "Then do you hate me?"
Gu Huai was stunned for a moment: "What stupid things are you talking about? How could I hate you?"
After Gu Huai finished speaking, he grabbed Wang Huacheng's arm and pulled him up.As a result, the moment he stood up, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.
Wang Huacheng looked at Gu Huai who had suddenly fainted, hurriedly supported him, and shouted in panic: "Gu Huai, what's the matter with you, don't scare me, wake up!"
Suddenly, a green light flashed, and a slender arm snatched Gu Huai into his arms.
The author has something to say:
The story of Liancheng is over in this chapter. This should be the longest story so far. Wang Huacheng should still live in the future stories as a role model/laugh and cry.
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