I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

"..."

A figure passed by, blocking her completely.

A hint of rust permeated silently in the night.

"Why is it so quiet?" The beggar was dissatisfied. "I really want to hear her screams."

Wen Buyu's eyes turned bloodshot, his fingertips were stuck in the mud, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, wetting the dry ground.

His face was full of despair.

"Want to save her?" The beggar said playfully, "Okay, I'll give you this chance."

He untied some of the shackles on Wen Buyu, but his meridians and spiritual power were still locked:

"Go save her, it will be too late if you delay any longer."

Wen Buyu rushed towards the room like a madman.

However, when he was about to rush to the door, he could hardly move an inch.

The villagers surrounded him, hugged his legs tightly, kowtowed to him, and cried.

"Please, Young Master Wen, give us a chance to live!"

"Please, Young Master Wen, let us go!"

"We had no choice!"

But who will give his wife a chance to survive?

Hearing this, he felt a chill all over his body, and the blood in his body froze.

It was as if he had just met them for the first time, and the way he looked at them was extremely unfamiliar.

"boom--!"

The villagers in the house slammed the door shut, completely blocking his view.

On the door frame, the house protection amulet he had drawn with his own hands was glowing faintly.

"..."

He moved his lips, but still no sound came out of his throat.

So, no one knew what Wen Buyu wanted to say that night.

A dark shadow appeared behind him like a ghost and chuckled:

"Wen Buyu, these are the people you protect."

"..."

The shadow summoned his sword, guided his hand to hold the hilt, and whispered to him to walk towards the abyss ahead:

"If you don't speak, you are unworthy of the common people."

Wen Buyu closed his eyes dejectedly and raised the sword in his hand.

……

The door was still open.

The ground was covered in blood and the corpses were still open-eyed. It seemed that no one would have expected that the immortal who was usually kind and benevolent would have such a crazy side.

"Dang Cang——"

The sword slipped out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground.

The young man staggered in one direction, his plain clothes soaked in blood, an eerie red.

In front of him, his junior sister was lying on the ground, also dressed in red.

"Big Brother," she tilted her head and smiled at him, "Don't be sad, you have already saved me."

Seeing that she was fine, Wen Buyu's gray face finally looked better, but he still looked very dazed.

He realized that his voice had returned, and he carried her on his back with great effort, and said to her as he had said when they were little:

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you out of here."

Chu Yao hugged his neck tightly, leaned on his shoulder, and said softly:

"it is good."

Not far away, the black shadow licked his lips with satisfaction. His figure was no longer as illusory as before. He only needed one step to become a solid entity.

"It's really delicious."

It has a slightly upturned tone, and seems quite happy:

"The evil energy from these kind-hearted people is still delicious."

"He is heartbroken."

The beggar laughed loudly:

"From now on, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the world of immortal cultivation."

"He is no longer the Wen Bu Yu that everyone admires."

The shadow glanced at him:

"Since I have done what I promised you, you should also fulfill your promise according to the agreement."

"of course."

The beggar looked at the young man who was stumbling away, closed his eyes contentedly, and said piously:

"I voluntarily dedicate my soul to you, please be sure to--"

"It ruined the world of cultivation."

The black shadow expanded little by little, slowly swallowing him up.

"The gods heard your wish."

Everything disappeared in silence.

The young man in black stretched lazily on the spot, his beautiful eyes and eyebrows filled with smiles.

He looked down at his hands, clasped his five fingers together, and felt the long-lost real touch.

There was a slight noise coming from under the tree beside me.

He glanced around casually.

The little girl was leaning against a tree with her eyes closed, seemingly still unconscious.

only--

"Tsk." He walked up to her and said with a half-smile, "Your hands are shaking, did you know that?"

Xiaoyu trembled even more violently and almost cried.

"I didn't see anything," she sobbed. "I really didn't see anything!"

"Open your eyes." His voice was almost bewitching, "Look at me."

Xiaoyu couldn't help but open her eyes and was stunned.

The young man smiled, his smile was like a poppy:

"Remember what I look like. You'll see me again soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a black mist and disappeared.

Xiaoyu slumped on the ground, looking blankly at the corpses all over the floor.

After a long time, a scream was heard in the quiet village.

……

The moonlight in the suburbs is colder.

His spiritual power had not yet recovered. Wen Buyu carried Chu Yao on his back and walked in the dew-covered grass, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

His expression was blank, and he seemed to be moving forward only on instinct, the soul in his body having long since disappeared.

Chu Yao said: "Big Brother, you had no choice but to kill them, I don't blame you."

Wen Bu Yu looked dazed:

"Is that right?"

Chu Yao: "Of course."

Wen Buyu's eyes were full of pain and he didn't say anything.

Chu Yao said again: "Big Brother, the dew has wet your clothes, are you cold?"

Wen Buyu shook his head.

Chu Yao was particularly talkative tonight, and she rambled on:

"The hem of your clothes is wet, so your shoes and socks must be wet too. It will be very uncomfortable to walk like this. Find a place to light a fire and warm yourself up first."

Wen Buyu still shook his head, trying to turn his numb brain around, and replied:

"I'm going to take you to see a doctor first. They didn't catch up with us. Maybe there's a conspiracy. We can't let our guard down."

Chu Yao was silent for a moment, hugged him tighter, and rubbed his neck with affection:

"Big Brother, it's almost dawn, and I'm going to marry you."

Wen Buyu forced a smile and said soothingly:

"There's no rush to get married. Wait until you recover from your injury."

Chu Yao said stubbornly:

"Right now, I want to marry you. I want to marry you."

Wen Buyu softened his voice and coaxed her:

"Ayao, I can't let you do that again..."

A little warmth flowed into his neck and merged with the red of his collar.

The hand that was holding him loosened little by little.

His voice stopped abruptly.

Chu Yao's voice was very low:

"Big Brother, marry me."

"..."

Wen Buyu put her down with trembling hands, held her shoulders with both hands, and slowly sat her down on a rock.

The moonlight was like water, shining on her face, casting a lifeless pale shadow.

The blood on his lips was blindingly red.

For a while, he hardly dared to breathe:

"Ayao..."

Chu Yao raised her distracted eyes, curved her lips to him, and carefully plucked two moonflowers with dew-filled stamens beside her:

"We are already wearing red clothes, so this should be considered as our wedding wine."

Seeing that he didn't move, she urged:

"Take it quickly."

Wen Buyu closed his eyes tightly, and tears flashed under his eyelashes.

He took one of the moonflowers.

Chu Yao held out her hand and held the cup with him, and said solemnly word by word:

"Song Chuyao and Wen Buyu are officially married and will be together forever..."

Having said this, she paused, swallowed the oath she was about to say, and spoke again:

"For the rest of your life, you should only love each other. If one of you is gone, the other... must also live well."

She tried hard to look into Wen Buyu's eyes:

"Big Brother, say you can do it."

Wen Buyu just shook his head.

Chu Yao's eyes became more distracted, and she grabbed his sleeve tightly:

"Big Brother, speak up."

Wen Buyu spoke with difficulty:

"Wen Buyu and Song Chuyao are officially married, for life..."

Chu Yao: "What about the back?"

Wen Buyu: "For the rest of our lives, we will only love each other."

"You know that's not what I want to hear."

Chu Yao sighed:

"Forget it, forget it, let's drink the wedding wine first."

If you don’t drink now, it will be too late.

Wen Buyu's eyes were red, his thin lips approached the frosty white petals, and he raised his head to drink all the dew in the stamens.

So is she.

"It's done."

Chu Yao nestled in his arms contentedly and said with a smile:

"Big Brother...I'm going to see my father."

Wen Buyu held her cold hand tightly, looked at the setting moon, and tried to raise the corners of his mouth:

"I miss Master, too."

Chu Yao said: "You are not allowed to think about it."

She coughed twice, and her voice became smaller and smaller:

"I will tell Daddy that we are married, and tell him that I have saved many people in the past three hundred years, and tell him...I am worthy of him being proud of me."

Wen Buyu gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"If only... I could see Ayin and Sangnian again..."

Chu Yao closed her eyes little by little:

"That wedding dress is so beautiful. It took me a long time to choose the style. What a pity..."

Her hand slipped from his palm, and she finally said:

"Big Brother, I don't want to die, I want to live."

"..."

The moon finally sank completely into the west.

The earth is vast and silent.

The young man didn't know how long he sat there, but suddenly he stood up.

As if returning to his childhood, he carried the little apprentice sister who had just become his wife on his back, gently lifted her up, and said with a smile:

"Ayao, the mountain gate is about to close. We have to go back quickly, otherwise the master will blame us."

"When we get back, I'll take you to Xiaoyue Peak to pick loquats."

"Senior Brother has planted a whole mountain of loquats for you. You can eat as much as you want."

The sky gradually brightened, and the last drop of cold dew fell from the tip of the leaf, soaking the young man's shoes.

His gentle expression froze, and he was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he choked up and turned his face away.

His voice was very low:

"Ayao, I'm so cold."

"..."