【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xiao Xingchen's face was full of disgust, Xue Yang immediately thought of Song Zichen, and felt that Xiao Xingchen must hate Xue Yang.

As expected of a good friend, even the expression of loathing him is so consistent.But----

"Since you hate me so much, why did you agree to go with me? Why don't you go to Wei Wuxian with your good friend and discuss how to eliminate me?"

Xiao Xingchen was dazed for a while, then withdrew his glaring gaze at Xue Yang, and landed on the half-cut wooden sword that had fallen to the ground, as if trying to find the answer in his heart.

Xue Yang waited and waited, but in the end he didn't get any answer, not even mentioning the reason of "supervision", Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang walked past each other and continued on their way.

Behind Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang waved his arm and threw away the severed Shuanghua wooden sword in his hand. He was still angry and kicked the other half of the ground far away.

A wooden sword, two corpses, fell pitifully in the grass.

It's a pity that this Shuanghua wooden sword was carved with his only hand for more than ten days before it was completed.

In fact, Xue Yang had already been mentally prepared for how a person like Xiao Xingchen would treat someone like Xue Yang. What Xingchen said was somewhat harsh.

Especially that sentence——I treated you sincerely back then, not you.

Those were the three years that Xue Yang could not forget before he died, and until he died, he was still holding the last candy Xiao Xingchen gave him.

Xue Yang was extremely depressed, so he found a place to sleep. Over the years, his temper had really changed, and when he woke up, his anger was gone, and he felt that making a fuss was really boring.

Wouldn't it be better for Xiao Xingchen to vent out his anger?I am most afraid that he will be bored in his heart, if he kills himself again, that is the most terrifying.

If he hates it, he can hate it. Anyway, I made up my mind to follow closely, so that he can never get rid of it.

After thinking through this link, Xue Yang followed the soul induction again.

It was dusk, and after a short walk, I was in a pavilion by the roadside, and I saw the man in white clothes sitting in the center, meditating to adjust his breath, a stick of burning incense, and pens, inks, papers and inkstones, all placed in front of him.

As expected, Xiao Xingchen didn't go far, and was doing the practice of summoning the soul again to save the wraith.

Xue Yang really hoped that this time, he didn't kill the wraith Xiao Xingchen brought over, nor did he use tricks to trick Xiao Xingchen into killing him, but this possibility is really slim.

Regardless of whether he was alive or dead, he never thought that it was wrong for him to kill, the weak preyed on the strong, and the victor was king.But now, just because Xiao Xingchen was bored, he began to regret killing hundreds of people without restraint during his lifetime.

Hundreds of wraiths, when will they finish crossing over!

Xue Yang sighed dejectedly, and sat next to Xiao Xingchen, resting his chin on his back and watching Xiao Xingchen's profile quietly.

After rebirth, Xiao Xingchen's appearance is as young and handsome as ten years ago, even the light lip color has not changed in the slightest, and his body posture is still the same, even if he sits casually, he looks quite graceful.

Xue Yang wanted to think of something beautiful for comparison, but what could he think of?Regardless of whether he was alive or after death, his surroundings seemed to be a puddle of mud. When he was alive, he was with evil friends and corpses all day long. Gouging out eyes and tongues, cutting off people's hands and feet was a daily routine. After death, he was entangled by resentful spirits every night. He really couldn't think of anything good, if he had to think about it, he could only think of that blind person in Yicheng three years ago, who didn't know he was Xue Yang's Xiao Xingchen.

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Thirteen years ago, Xue Yang was chased to a dead end by Jin Guangyao and his men, and escaped by pretending to be dead.

However, he almost died, if he hadn't met Xiao Xingchen.

This Taoist priest was far less energetic than when he met him before. He became thin and solitary, his eyes were wrapped in layers of bandages, his Shuanghua saber was also wrapped in a white cloth, and three words were written all over his body: Unwilling.

With only a dust whisk in hand, it is as white as ever.

Surprisingly, the stinking Taoist is so thin, but still has the strength to carry him; the stinking Taoist is so depressed, he still has the mood to save him.

The former enemy, the savior, and the upside-down role change are really ridiculous, but the Taoist priest is blind, and Xue Yang can only enjoy this vicious happiness to himself.

How easy it is to cheat a blind man's trust, all you need is a fake name, and a little trickery, and the stinky Taoist priest will agree to anything.

Apart from watching the Taoist heal his wounds meticulously, there are more fun things to do.

"Daozhang, how about picking me up tonight?"

The smelly Taoist is so naive, he thought that the people he saved would repay his kindness, without any doubt.

Xue Yang randomly picked a village that was not pleasing to the eye, cut off the villagers' tongues, and sprinkled poisonous corpse powder. In this way, the blind Taoist priest would naturally follow Shuanghua's guidance and treat the villagers as walking corpses.

He wanted to laugh several times when he saw Gao Jie, who always claimed to be righteous and killed harm for the people, killing people.

But this game was very interesting at the beginning, but after a long time, it gradually became boring. Not only was it boring, but it was also troublesome, and it required cutting tongues and spewing poison.

Under Xiao Xingchen's meticulous care, Xue Yang became lazy, and his injury healed extremely quickly.

Just when Jin Guangyao came to look for him, he said that cleaning up the house was just for others to see, and even if Xiao Xingchen hadn’t rescued him, he had already made arrangements after chasing and killing him. cooperate.

Naturally, refining Yinhu Talisman, making murderous corpses, and helping Jin Guangyao deal with all kinds of troublesome miscellaneous things from time to time are Xue Yang's best things.

There is no friendship, it's just mutual use.Jin Guangyao is completely untrustworthy, but it is natural and convenient for someone to provide resources for refining Yinhu Talisman and practicing magic.

Yicheng is a good place to refine murderous corpses, but it is too far away from Jin Guangyao, so it is inconvenient to cooperate.

Xue Yang hesitated between going and not going.

"Alan and Aqing, you two stay safe and don't quarrel. I'm going night hunting."

The smelly Taoist didn't know anything about it, he still had three meals a day, hunted regularly at night, and had a happy face, as if he was very satisfied with the current life.She didn't look as thin and depressed as when she first rescued him. It turned out that there was flesh on the sunken cheeks, and dimples appeared when she smiled.

Xue Yang has been a bully on the streets all year round, doing whatever he wants, with a weird temper, as if he has nowhere to vent his hostility. The followers of him are always terrified. Often because of a trivial matter, Xue Yang will turn his face and deny anyone, and kill and set fire at any time.But because of Xue Yang's notoriety, with his name, he can pretend to be a tiger and do evil, so the young people are willing to endure Xue Yang's arrogance and eccentricity.

But in Xue Yang's eyes, no matter who obeyed him or disobeyed him, none of them were pleasing to the eye, useless, and all rubbish. Later, those subordinates who flattered him were turned into murderous corpses.

Being with the corpse puppet is like a fish in water.It only takes a few instructions to control the murderous corpse. The murderous corpse is a dead thing, without emotions, without pain, and will not do unnecessary things.Xue Yang's butcher knife became more and more unrestrained.

But in front of the blind Taoist priest, in order to hide his identity, he had to be scruples. After holding back for a long time, it was inevitable that his anger would suddenly surge, and more than once, evil thoughts would only arise.

The stinky Taoist made soup tonight, and he didn't know if he poisoned him in front of him. Maybe he would serve it to him himself, and he would say thank you.

The stinking Taoist is blind, so he will inevitably need help to pass things. The hand he stretches out is slender and white, which is really beautiful. Next time he stretches it out and chops it off with a knife, what expression will the owner of the hand turn into?

The smelly Taoist’s eyes are bleeding again, disgusting, his eyes bleed when he mentions his friend, he must be spoiled and raised since childhood, that’s why he is so fragile, a little old injury, it won’t last long, sooner or later, one day, I will let his friend die before him.

There was also that little blind man named A-Qing, who was noisy and always quarreled with me, why not cut off her tongue and feed it to the dogs.

Like this, there are countless evil thoughts without reason, just the evil fire in my heart, and I want to vent it.

But I don't know why, I always think about it in my heart, but I never do it.

The winter wind was howling, and the three of them gathered around the fire to keep warm. In this strange and warm atmosphere, Xue Yang unconsciously began to tell stories.

"Once upon a time, there was a little child who liked to eat sweet things, but he couldn't eat them. One day, he sat in front of a step, not knowing what to do. There was a shop across the way, and a man was sitting there. Eat inside and wait for someone. When you see this kid, beckon him over."

"The kid was ignorant, and when he saw someone waving at him, he ran over. The man pointed to a plate of snacks on the table and said to him: Do you want to eat? Of course the kid wants to eat it. He nodded, and he gave it to him." This child has a piece of paper: If you want to eat, send this to a room in a certain place, and I will give it to you after delivery."

"He was illiterate, so he took the paper and sent it to a designated place. He opened the door, and a burly man came out. He took the paper, hit him so that his face was full of nosebleeds, pulled his hair, and asked: Who is called?" Did you bring something like this here?"

"He was scared and pointed the direction. The big man walked back to the store with his hair in his hand. The man had already run away. The unfinished snacks on the table were also taken away by the shop assistants. The big man was furious, knocked down several tables in the store, cursed and left."

"The child is very anxious. He ran away, was beaten, and his hair was pulled all the way. His scalp was almost pulled off. It's okay if he can't eat snacks. He asked the buddy: Where's my snack?"

"The guy was smashed into the store, and he was very angry. A few slaps knocked him out of the door, and his ears were buzzing. He got up and walked for a while. Guess what? What a coincidence, and he met the man named The man who delivered the letter."

What happened later, Xue Yang didn't want to talk about it, he just felt a dull pain where his little finger was broken.It turns out that the old wound that has healed will really hurt again, just like the eyes of a stinky Taoist priest.

Before the story was finished, A-Qing was still indignant: "That man who asked someone to deliver the letter is really annoying!"

Xiao Xingchen said: "No matter what happened later, since you are safe now, you don't need to be too depressed about the past."

The stinking Taoist really doesn't understand anything, he is high above the ground, and he is hypocritical.

"I'm not depressed about the past. It's just that the little blind man stole my candies every day and ate them up. I couldn't help thinking of the time when I couldn't eat them."

The next day, a candy lay quietly on the edge of the pillow, where he could see it as soon as he opened his eyes.

The third day, the fourth day... From that night on, Xiao Xingchen gave Xue Yang and A-Qing each a candy every day.

what is this?compensate?comfort?Can you make up for what you missed a long time ago?Xiao Xingchen is really a good person who does good deeds blindly.

However, Xue Yang no longer screamed in his heart that he was a Taoist, but changed his name: Xiao Xingchen.

Xiao Xingchen, Xiao Xingchen.It sounds a little nice after reading it too much.

It's a pity that I can't read it out loud in front of my face.

Another message came from Jin Guangyao, asking him what he planned to do and when he would go back. In order to express his sincerity in wishing to continue working together, Jin Guangyao had prepared a lot of high-quality magical artifacts, manuscripts of sorcery, and a large number of people, waiting for him to go back and complete them. dead body.

Xue Yang was restless, thinking about it, there was no reason why he should continue to wrong him and stay in this ruined city incognito.

recuperating?revenge?He couldn't justify a single reason. Recently, he didn't bother to make trouble for Xiao Xingchen's night hunting.

In this charity village, he should have been the one who laid the trap, but he gradually felt that he was being entangled little by little by another person's net woven with sugar and warmth.

No, it's time to end this grievance.Why not take advantage of Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing's fast asleep in the middle of the night, and burn them and the house together?

Once the fire is completely burned, he can go back to his old job and continue to kill and refine corpses. After all, that is his day.

Xue Yang excused that the weather was bad and it might rain, so he moved dry firewood and straw into the house, lit a cluster of fire in the middle of the night and was about to make a move, but Xiao Xingchen suddenly woke up.