The ghosts of the good-for-nothing miko

"That bone joint was lent to me by Lin Yiyi. I thought I could use it to meet you, but unexpectedly, you came first. It's good that I don't let her see this state of dying."

"see me?"

He coughed twice, the black blood mixed with the broken unknown organs, and the smell of blood in his mouth made him gag.

Turning his head to look, Zhu Yan was lying on the side with his beard and tail intact.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he was unconscious or sleeping, but he was still snoring softly.

This guy is really lucky~

Feeling envious, I finally had time to look around. I don't know what kind of giant bird nested in the nest, standing on this steep cliff, dangerous but hidden.

I carefully recalled the scene just now in my mind, and I only remembered that Gui Che had sucked him all out, and when he fell to the ground, he saw him slowly approaching again, with a false loving expression.

The bloodshot eyes burst out due to the collision of external spiritual energy, and a blood-red mist covered the pupils. It seemed that he was even interested in his dying corpse.

Then, he lost all consciousness.

The soul wandered outside the body, and when it came back to the light, it saw Yan Ke, and then, this is what it is now.

Thinking about it, the coiled snake in front of him was indeed as rumored, with a cautious and murderous aura. This was beyond the reach of ordinary warriors, but he never killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Jiang Chen felt that by comparison, the expressionless monster in front of him made him feel a little warmer.

He couldn't help but secretly lament that his brain might have been injured by being thrown somewhere today, so he had such an understanding of the Lord of Miasma.

"Let me guess, you found me because of this bone joint, right? Because if the person who owns it is on the verge of death, you will receive the induction, so you came out of the miasma, but you didn't expect that, It was us who saved him.”

Coiled Snake nodded indifferently.

"Well, thank you for saving me."

After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he was about to stand up and bend his knees to bow. Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and his whole body hit the coiled snake, knocking him down solidly.

The snake was originally standing on the edge of the bird's nest, but was suddenly hit by a heavy object. It couldn't stabilize its body for a while, and the two of them fell from the top of the cliff.

...

I don’t know how much time has passed.

It seems like someone is talking in my ear~

"Hey, Jiang Chen."

"Hey."

"Is he dead?"

"I don't know either. When I woke up, I found that he was injured like this, and the spiritual power in his body was drained. If Coiled Snake hadn't forcibly stabilized his heart, this guy would have gone to hell to report."

"Then, if he dies, can I eat him?"

"???"

"Fish...head...soup."

"I was wrong, I was wrong~"

Then, Jiang Chen felt a very thick and warm spiritual power being poured into his body.

It's like a dry field that has been in drought for three years and suddenly gets nectar from the sky. The land goes crazy and greedily absorbs every drop of moisture.

He frowned, trying to resist the power.

No matter who wants to save himself, he must pay more spiritual power than what he has lost, because spiritual power cannot be absorbed 100%, including the part that is lost voluntarily. At this level, to the extent of exchanging lives for lives, oneself How could you be so selfish?

But he can no longer control his body.

When his body was on the verge of death, it would only maintain the only belief that it wanted to survive.

And with this belief, out of biological instinct, he becomes greedy, proactive, and even absorbs the opponent's power.

A tear slipped from Jiang Chen's cheek.

He felt as if he had lost something, something very important.

The calloused palms gently wiped his face.

"You are such a big man, why are you still crying?"

Jiang Chen opened his eyes in surprise, seeing a gray sky.

This is his own inner scene, a space created independently by his consciousness. Because he can no longer control his body, he traps himself in this area. He huddles in the corner, in this gray lifeless square room.

It belongs to the dreamland of the half-demon Jiang Chen.

His inner scene is so pale and boring.

I thought I would never dream again.

Born as a half-demon, he has only been able to create illusions and feelings that make people feel real since he was a child.

To do this, he is more delicate than others, pays more attention to feelings, pays more attention to people's hearts, pays attention to every scenery, and has the affection and righteousness of those people at his fingertips.

Just like the funniest comedians, behind the scenes, they no longer want to laugh, and they are left to die alone.

And he, too.

Fantasy is never real.

Therefore, he resisted dreaming, even though there were so many people he wanted to see.

However, dreams are so terrible. He is afraid that he will indulge in them, just like his father. Those paintings outline his life.

People who are not confused by dreams are strong. Even if it is a rare beautiful dream, they will not be disappointed with the reality of the real world because of nostalgia. But Jiang Chen is afraid. He originally thought that he was strong when he resisted, and the voice in his heart But he told himself.

He is fragile, and he who is best at weaving beauty is the most fragile, because it is too simple to obtain happiness in the illusion, and he is afraid that he will be addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.

But at this moment, Master Gou Chen appeared in his inner scene.

He cried "Wow" like a child.

He stepped forward and hugged the old man tightly.

He cried so hard that he was out of breath. He cried so much that his nose was full of tears, and Gou Chen's shoulders were wet all over.

But so what?

This is his inner scene, his dream.

He just wanted to cry so willfully and vigorously.

"I...wow...I miss you so much...wow~"

The old man patted his back carefully to calm him down so that he would not cry until he was relieved.

"Xiao Jiang Chen, this is a huge injustice."

"I...was deceived..."

Yes, he was deceived and deceived for most of his life.

"I...regret...but..."

If he hadn't been involved in this dispute, if he hadn't met Zhu Yan, if he hadn't gone to find Lin Yiyi, no one would have changed.

But is it your own decision, or is it all fate, cause and effect, or so to speak.

It's all a game.

No matter who is making the rounds.

He has become a victim, a pawn that was used and then discarded.

He couldn't breathe, and his face, which was originally sickly and pale, turned red from holding back.

Gou Chen's eyes were moist:

"Cry, cry, little Jiang Chen, just cry loudly."

I don’t know how long I cried, but my eyes were so tired and sore.

He then wiped his tears with his sleeves. Even if it was his dream, he could not rub his tears and snot on Lord Gouchen's robe like this.

"sorry."

"Silly boy, why are you sorry for me?"

The old man held his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were obvious. Only then did Jiang Chen realize that Master Gou Chen was old.

He is really very old.

Jiang Chen blames himself, how could he picture Lord Gou Chen to be so old in his dream? This is really a huge sin~

The old man patted him on the shoulder and sat down in this corner.

"Xiao Jiang Chen, let me tell you a story, a story from a long, long time ago~"