The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

Yunzheng burst into tears. He looked at Xie Shu, the guilt in his eyes almost turned into reality.

Snapped--

He slapped himself hard on the face, "I almost killed you!"

Xie Shu's brows twitched, and when he saw that he was about to slap his face again, he raised his hand to strangle his wrist.

"I'm alive."

Xie Shu stared at him intently: "Calm down, don't scare me."

Yun Zheng stiffly twitched the corners of his lips.

Xie Shu didn't dare to relax at all. From the corner of his eye, he saw two burly figures wearing armor appearing, it was Shen Tu Yulei.

On the other side, a small white head squeezed out of the tea cup, it was Bai Xue.

Xie Shu felt relieved and said to Yun Zheng: "I'm just a mortal and can't stand too much stimulation. If you don't want to scare me to death, just be normal."

"Okay." Yunzheng's voice was hoarse, but his body relaxed.

"You...have remembered everything now?"

"Well... I remembered everything." Yun Zheng closed his eyes in pain, his mind filled with chaotic memories.

In that battle ten years ago, he watched his father die from thousands of arrows piercing his heart. He fought with all his strength to the end, but still could not escape death.

After his death, his soul wandered on the battlefield. It was not until then that he saw the true face of that battle and the real murderer hidden behind the prairie people.

The souls of him and a hundred thousand soldiers were taken away by the Wu tribe. His soul was suppressed, his obsession was stripped away, and he became a puppet...

Hands stained with sin...

Xie Shu looked at him and felt that the person in front of him was in pieces, always on the verge of collapse.

Xie Shuqiang calmed down, not daring to act rashly, and silently looked at his little sister Bai Xue.

Xiao Baixue nodded silently, pulled herself out of the teacup, quietly floated to the corner, quickly wrote down the insinuation secretary, and sent it to the North, thousands of miles away.

north.

Qing Wu suddenly felt strong heart palpitations.

Then Secretary Yinwen came from underground. Qingwu raised her hand and saw the news from Xiao Baixue, her pupils trembled.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Chenyan held her hand.

Qingwu swallowed her saliva, and couldn't tell whether she was excited or scared: "Little Baixue just sent me a message, brother, his soul has returned to his place..."

Xiao Chenyan's body also stiffened, and he held her hand tightly, "Don't be afraid."

Qingwu took a few deep breaths and looked around, rarely showing panic: "Where is the lake? A well can also be used..."

After she finished speaking, she thought for a moment and said, "The northern border has been frozen in ice and snow for a long time. I really..."

Xiao Chenyan saw that she was so anxious that she had lost consciousness, so he took her back to the military camp first. Originally, they were going to meet the Hundred Thousand Heroic Souls, but now that Yun Zheng's soul had returned, they could only postpone it for a while.

The two teleported back to the military camp. Xiao Chenyan brought a basin of hot water, but it was too cold in the north. Seeing that the basin of water was about to freeze, Qingwu made a secret with one hand, and the water gurgled up and turned into a water mirror.

She suddenly became nervous and hurriedly waved to Xiao Chenyan:

"Come here! Come here quickly!"

Xiao Chenyan was dragged to the water mirror by her, but she hid behind him, pricking up her ears and not daring to show her head.

Xiao Chenyan couldn't laugh or cry, and ripples appeared in the water mirror.

Thousands of miles away in the Yamen of Dali Temple, Xiao Baixue suddenly walked over and poked his eldest brother.

Xie Shu looked at her, and the little girl immediately looked away, pointed at the water basin in the house, and then pointed at Yunzheng.

Xie Shu probably understood, and smiled at the little girl: "Thank you, sister."

Xiao Baixue tensed up, turned around and ran away, jumping into the brush wash without choosing a way, splashing water.

Xie Shu laughed and pulled Yunzheng, who was still feeling sad, toward the basin. He saw slight ripples in the basin, and Xiao Chenyan's face gradually emerged.

Yun Zheng's rabbit-like red eyes fell into Xiao Chenyan's sight, and the two brothers stared at each other through the water curtain.

Xiao Chenyan was the first to speak: "Your soul has returned to its place, how do you feel?"

Yun Zheng tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It's not good." He tried to give Xiao Chenyan a smile, but the look was really ugly: "I acted like a fool before, let you see the joke."

"It's okay." Xiao Chenyan looked at him quietly: "Will he die again?"

Yunzheng pursed his lips. Now that his soul had returned, he naturally knew what the Wu Clan had done to him. He shook his head and said: "The obsession is still there, but the soul has returned. Now I can't explain what I am." What."

"But I feel like I'm still far from death."

"That's good." Xiao Chenyan nodded and looked at him with a smile in his tone: "Azheng, Wu Zhen is dead, and the Wu clan on the grassland has been destroyed."

Yun Zheng's eyes became brighter and he clenched his fists.

"The souls of one hundred thousand heroes who died in the war were also welcomed back."

"W-what did you say?" Yun Zheng was so excited that he almost knocked over the basin. He hugged the basin in a hurry and burst into the water with tears.

"Are their souls still intact?"

"Well... the soul is in peace, Azheng, are you coming to the north?" Xiao Chenyan asked softly: "Come to welcome your Pao Ze and send them home."

Yunzheng nodded vigorously. This broken body and bruised soul seemed to be filled with life again.

Qing Wu hid behind Xiao Chenyan, listening to his few words to stabilize her elder brother, feeling astringent in her heart.

Sure enough, the person who knew her eldest brother best in the world was this stinky inkstone. The two of them were fighting each other, and a pair of pants was not in vain.

After Yun Zheng regained his composure, his first smile after waking up finally appeared on his face.

He wiped the tears off his face indiscriminately, his lips trembled, and he still asked the strongest obsession in his heart: "My little sister... do you know where my little sister is?"

Yunzheng knew that the Wu clan used him to plot against Xiao Chenyan and Xie Shu, but he never let out the slightest hint about Qingwu.

Even now that his soul has returned, Yunzheng still doesn't know that his best friend has abducted his own sister.

Xiao Chenyan hummed, turned his head and said behind him: "Come out, he won't die if he sees you now."

Yun Zheng's eyes were wide open, staring directly behind Xiao Chenyan.

On his shoulder, a furry head slowly appeared. It was a beautiful little face, and the look between the eyebrows and eyes was so familiar.

The shadow of the naughty little bad guy in Yunzheng's memory gradually overlapped.

His favorite little sister always likes to jump on him and climb on his shoulders, making noises about riding a big horse.

Whenever he teased her and said that he would leave her at home and not take her out to play, he would burst into tears and chase after him, crying: Big brother is the bad guy!

At the same time, she hugged his legs tightly and coquettishly said: Big brother is the best, can you play with Wuwu, big brother?

"Wuwu..." Yunzheng called out her name in a hoarse voice.

Qingwu wanted to cooperate and cry. She wanted to cry, but she had no tears.

All he could do was suck his nose, make a sound that looked like he was crying but not crying, but also laugh but not smile, and said with a loud sound:

"Brother, you still look so ugly when you cry..."

"It's exactly the same as when I was a kid..."