【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

The bloody wraith stood between Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen, like a bloody abyss.

On the other side of the abyss, the white-clothed figure stood up in horror, his expression was beyond the words "sorrowful and indignant". He lay on the boulder beside him, bent over to retch, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood. His immortal posture was gone.

On the other side of the abyss, the lonely soul with the broken arm remained motionless as if he had been frozen. He crossed the dark red mass and stared at the Taoist priest who was vomiting blood. For the first time, he hated his unrestrained killing in the past.

He knew that the Taoist priest who was so kind, gentle and merciful that day, who entered the world with a heart of innocence, would never tolerate him committing such a crime even when he was closest to him.

Xiao Xingchen had Xue Yang's memory, so naturally he recognized Chang Ping at a glance, but it didn't trigger any more specific memories of this massacre, because Xue Yang was already crazy at that time, except for thinking about Xiao Xingchen. The corpse, the broken soul, and other things are just passing away. Even such a cruel execution is just a smear of blood, and it has never been taken to heart.

Until today, when Xiao Xingchen summoned the dead resentful spirit in the state of tragic death that day, Xue Yang felt that it was frightening.

There was a smear of blood on the corner of Xiao Xingchen's mouth, his lips trembled, he couldn't stand upright, he hunched over and sat down again on the spot.It seems that the whole person is only an empty shell, with no strength at all.

The wraith attracted by the technique unconsciously approached slowly, and sat opposite Xiao Xingchen in the formation that had already been drawn.

Excessive, or to continue.

Reluctantly restraining himself, Xiao Xingchen aimed his palm at the forehead of the wraith, Xue Yang woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't look!"

The mouth is dry, and the voice of this sentence is hoarse.Xue Yang recalled that when he was in Ling Chi Changping, he still pretended to be Xiao Xingchen at first, and he didn't show his true colors until the white clothes were covered with blood and Chang Ping was powerless to resist.

Xiao Xingchen will definitely see this scene in Chang Ping's spiritual consciousness, as well as the cruel image of himself inflicting torture.

Xue Yang said, "No...Xiao Xingchen, you can't detect this vengeful spirit."

Xiao Xingchen's face was pale, expressionless: "Get out of the way!"

Xue Yang said: "Isn't it just to find out the life of the resentful spirit and record his comfort? I can do it too! I will empathize with him, and I will pass it on to you!"

Chang Ping couldn't see, she recognized Xue Yang only from the voice, she was instantly furious, and rushed towards Xue Yang viciously, but was restrained by the formation and couldn't break free, she let out a terrifying roar, the voice was unspeakable , because he has no tongue.

Xiao Xingchen said: "Empathy? Can you see how much this resentful spirit hates you? Do you still dare to empathize with him?"

"I just know how much he hates me, that's why I can't let you explore my soul."

Xue Yang made up his mind, and immediately drew his soul into his soul, leaving no room for Xiao Xingchen to stop him for a moment.

For a while, Xue Yang entered Chang Ping's spiritual consciousness, and immediately felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand but couldn't move it. Somewhere, the whole body presents a standing cross.

When Chang Ping was Ling Chi back then, it was just like this.

In front of him was a familiar figure in white, very young, with a three-finger-wide white damask covering his eyes, and the lower half of his face was very handsome.

However, on the handsome face, there was a weird smile that had never been seen before. This person held Shuanghua in his hand, and walked towards him slowly, and could not help sticking the cold blade to his leg.

Shuanghua's famous sword chopping stone and cutting iron is easy, but at this time, it is stained with blood, slowly and lightly, cutting back and forth between flesh and blood.

"what--!"

Caught off guard and suffering this torture at the very beginning of empathy, Xue Yang couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and when he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt strange——what came out of his mouth was his own voice, not Chang Ping's!

Empathy is just to enter the spiritual consciousness of others, hear what others hear, and feel what others feel. You should have no existence and can't make a sound.

Looking down, he saw that the clothes on his body were also his own, and then looked at the hand nailed to the stone pillar on the left. It was bloody, but it was true, with only four fingers. The only difference from the present world was that the right arm was still alive.

At this moment, the man in white in front of him tore off the white silk that was covering his eyes, and threw it aside, his lips curled up, baring his teeth, and said, "Look clearly, who am I?"

Xue Yang looked at him, saw him clearly, and also saw his own reflection in his dark and gloomy eyes.

Two identical faces, just different ages.

This situation is the self ten years ago, and the self ten years after Ling Chi.

"No... this is not empathy, what's going on?! I want to go out!"

Xue Yang closed his eyes and wanted to return to reality to see what was going on, but the spells used to end empathy didn't work, he felt a pain in his stomach, and the Shuanghua sword pierced again, holding Shuanghua's hand to control the strength , deliberately let Shuanghua sink into the flesh and blood inch by inch, which was his favorite method in the past.

Opening his eyes, there was still the face with a cruel smile in front of him. He had never seen himself from another perspective like this. It felt familiar and strange. It was completely like another person was punishing him, and he couldn't help the pain. Scolding: "Xue Yang, you bastard..."

How long was the process of Ling Chi and Chang Ping?He can't remember.But judging by the unhurried posture of the torturer in front of him, the delay time will definitely not be short.

Could it be that he had to end Ling Chi before he could go back?

Xue Yang gave a wry smile, he never expected that he would have to endure the torture he inflicted on others in the past today.

There was a crazy light in the young Xue Yang's eyes: "Laugh? Laugh hard. After a while, you will never be able to laugh again."

Exactly the same voice, exactly the same face, only more aggressive and vicious, exactly the same as when Ling Chi Changping was a few years ago, a sword cut through his lapel, and said: "Before you die, remember my name well, always remember it .”

The sharp blade, one stroke at a time, engraved on his chest, writing the word "Xue Yang" bloody.

Still not satisfied, and left a blank space next to it, engraving "Xiao Xingchen".

The two names were deliberately written huge, and the strokes spread all over the entire chest. Every wound was deep enough to see the bone, and the red blood kept gushing out, converging into a stream and flowing down the body. I laughed idiotically at my masterpiece.

He screamed in pain and was crushed between Xue Yang's teeth.

All of this was indeed what he had done.At that time, Xiao Xingchen had just died, and he was almost insane, and no matter how much he vented, he couldn't relieve his hatred.

Xue Yang was drenched in blood and was nailed to the stone pillar. He suddenly raised his head and burst out laughing, then stared at his young self in front of him.

"It was you who killed the Taoist priest. What are you blaming others for? Killing indiscriminately to vent your anger, now it seems ridiculous. Unexpectedly, ten years later, you will regret what you did to death!"

"Talky?" The young Xue Yang slightly raised his eyebrows, squeezed his cheeks hard to force his mouth to open wide, Shuanghua poked into his mouth with an icy coolness, "You know, I hate people who talk too much the most .”

There was a sharp pain at the base of his tongue, and the gushing blood choked his trachea. Xue Yang coughed fiercely, and half of the soft flesh in his mouth splashed with blood onto the torturer's white clothes, bursting into spots of scarlet.

In the agony, he wanted to remind this young Xue Yang: You shouldn't let the priest's white clothes be stained with blood, not at any time.

He has never been a person who can open his heart to others. Now that he sees himself ten years ago, he can't help but want to confide in himself.

About years of regret and pain, years of obsession and nostalgia.

However, without a tongue, there was only a broken moan in his mouth.

"Stare at me?" The young Xue Yang was unscrupulous, and continued to perform cruel and bloodthirsty actions. He raised Shuanghua again, aimed at his eyes, and said affectionately: "Try it too, how does it feel to have your eyes gouged out?"

***

Time passed bit by bit, the moon was completely covered by dark clouds, Xiao Xingchen felt more and more uneasy.

After another half an hour, the bloody wraith changed, the dark red color gradually separated from his body, and entered Xue Yang's body like smoke, and the wraith turned into a white silhouette.

Xiao Xingchen was startled, he didn't expect that the soul would be reincarnated before the ceremony was over.

But Xue Yang hadn't woken up yet.

Wraith slowly stood up, Xiao Xingchen also stood up, and asked tentatively, "Chang Ping?"

A few drops of rain fell on the spread paper, and the sound changed from sparse to fine, and then wet the entire paper.The hand of the white silhouette brushed over, and a line of blood-red writing on the edge of the paper stood out:

The illusion is lingering, and I don't wake up all day long.

"What?!" Xiao Xingchen's clear black and white eyes were a little more bloody, "You mean...you want to trap Xue Yang in an illusion?"

Xiao Xingchen was dumbfounded, frowning and staring at the silhouette, his voice was like a rushing river: "How long? How long will it take to wake up?"

The white silhouette shrugged his shoulders and seemed to laugh for a while, but did not answer.

Back then, Chang Ping asked Xiao Xingchen to investigate the catastrophe of exterminating the family, and under the pressure of the Jin family, he turned his back on his words and exonerated Xue Yang. Unexpectedly, the murderer of the extermination of the family was not relentless because of this, and actually killed Chang Ping Ling Chi.

It was Chang Ping's father, not Chang Ping, who crushed Xue Yang's finger while sitting on the bullock cart. How could Chang Ping not hate him?

Originally, monks had undergone requiem rituals before they were alive, and it was difficult to turn into ghosts after death. However, Ling Chi's tragic death was full of resentment. After all, Chang Ping was obsessed with seeking revenge and lingering until today. In order to create a phantom mirror to trap Xue Yang in it, at this moment his wish has come true, and he can voluntarily re-enter reincarnation without going through the transcendence ceremony.

The white silhouette no longer lingered, turned into a burst of starlight, scattered into the night, and ended the turbulence of this life.

His enemy was trapped in the illusion, repeatedly suffering from Ling Chi and suffering in purgatory.

Although it is called an illusion, it only exists in the spiritual consciousness. In fact, the five senses inside are extremely real, and even if injured in the illusion, the spirit body will be damaged.

Xiao Xingchen turned his head with great difficulty, and looked at the lonely soul with a broken arm lying on the side with a pale face.

For a moment, Xue Yang's figure overlapped with the blood-red outline of the wraith just now.

In the illusion, Xue Yang would also turn into that bloody mess.

Xiao Xingchen rushed over and shouted next to the unconscious ghost: "Xue Yang! Xue Yang!!!"

Only the sound of Xiaoxiao rain answered him.

An unprecedented biting sadness occupied his whole body.

In this case, who can be blamed?

Blame Chang Ping?Because of a frivolous violence by my father when he was young, his family was wiped out. He failed to catch the murderer, but died tragically. He practiced Taoism all his life and finally turned into a ghost.

Blame Xue Yang himself?Since he was a child, he relied on the word "vicious" to fight his way out of survival. No one taught him, and his mind was distorted. Could it be that he was born voluntarily?

When he was blind, Xue Yang obviously had countless opportunities to kill the killer, but he insisted on spending three years with him. Those peaceful and warm days were not because Xue Yang still had a secret attachment buried in his heart that he dared not admit. ?

Pale fingertips clenched into fists in pain, Xiao Xingchen fell to the ground, lying on Xue Yang's body, buried his head in his arms, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, with a splitting headache.

"Xue Yang, you shouldn't have rescued me back..."

The rain drenched the white clothes, sticking to his body cold and damp.

The night rain in late autumn was cold to the bone.

Xiao Xingchen tried various methods to wake Xue Yang up, but it was all in vain. Xue Yang's eyes were closed tightly, his lips were bloodless, and from time to time he twitched and struggled as if suffering severe pain, unconsciously moaning in pain.

When Chen Xibao found this place, he saw a haggard white-clothed celestial elder in the misty night rain, holding a comatose black-clothed ghost with a severed arm in his arms, kneeling on the ground like a cold stone statue, motionless.

The white clothes were stained with mud, without realizing it.There is a kind of overwhelming desolation and despair, pervading around the black and white figures.

Chen Xibao approached with an oiled paper umbrella to shield them from the rain above their heads.

"Immortal Elder, is Brother Gui injured?"

"……No."

"Then what's the matter?"

"Atonement for his past."

Xiao Xingchen looked straight ahead, his eyes were blank and empty, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.

Chen Xibao didn't know what the so-called "redemption" was about, but he was also infected with bitterness when he saw the handsome fairy head and the vicious ghost turned into their current appearance.

"Elder Immortal, otherwise, let's take Brother Gui into the house first, it's so cold outside."

Xiao Xingchen was finally moved. He raised his head to stare at the bitter rain in the sky, and asked, "Can the soul feel the rain?"

Chen Xibao, who wandered in the form of a soul for a while, replied: "Anything that passes through a soul will have a feeling."

Xiao Xingchen nodded slowly: "You go back first, after midnight, I will take him back."

Chen Xibao hesitated for a moment, but still stood still: "If it doesn't become a burden, I hope to stay here with the fairy. I wonder if I can help?"

After a pause, Xiao Xingchen looked at Xue Yang and said, "Then please support him and hold the umbrella for him. Wait a while for the resentful spirits to gather. Don't worry, I'm here."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Xingchen gently handed over Xue Yang to him, and then covered Xue Yang with the rain cape he brought.

Standing in the rain dressed in white, he drew out a long black sword, and leaped out like a white crane spreading its wings, holding a sword flower. The black sword was surrounded by a layer of blue and white light, and the sword style was like a rainbow. Wherever the white clothes danced, a layer of wind shield was built.

Chen Xibao heard ghosts crying and howling wolves approaching from far away amidst the wind and rain, the voices became more and more louder, and occasionally a loud scream almost pierced the eardrum.Between the front, back, left, and right tree shadows, many gray shadows can be seen vaguely, men and women, extremely fierce.

The dark rainy night, like splashed ink, makes people wonder whether the world has been so dark since ancient times, and will never usher in the light.

The clear sword light and the dusty white clothes are small and almost swallowed by the darkness, but the sword style does not stop for a moment, and the sword light is resolute, blocking all the wraiths who want to break through the shield and come to seek revenge.

The figure in white is painful but firm.

There is only him in the world.

Only he can cross the lonely soul of evil.