【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xiao Xingchen saw that Xue Yang not only knew a lot about the Yue family, but also was very close to the 12-year-old boy from the Yue family. However, both Xue Yang and the boy participated in the murder and extermination of the family, and nothing he said was credible.

Instead of struggling to distinguish the truth from the suspicious words, it is better to explore the soul of the baby who died a few days ago.There is no such concept as "lying" or "concealing the truth" in the baby's consciousness. As long as the soul has seen and left an impression, the soul-searching technique can see everything at a glance.

Regarding the soul-searching technique, Xiao Xingchen only read a few times in the book left by the old man in black. He didn't want to use it rashly without a deeper understanding, but right now this is the fastest possible way to know the truth.Generally, the dead souls will linger near their own corpses within seven days, and then re-enter the samsara and reincarnate elsewhere. If it takes two more days, when the baby soul enters the samsara, this way of knowing the truth will also disappear.

Xiao Xingchen inquired all the way, and quickly rushed to the cemetery on the outskirts of Xifu Town. Xue Yang stopped talking and appeared and disappeared not far away from him.Xiao Xingchen didn't want to care whether Xue Yang would continue to be unhappy about the matter just now, and even hoped that Xue Yang would get angry and stop pestering him.

But subconsciously, he also understood that Xue Yang's resurrection must have a purpose. If that purpose is not achieved, Xue Yang will not return him clean.

As for what the purpose is, it won't be too late to pursue it slowly in the future, right now Xiao Xingchen just wants to understand the matter of crossing the family.

Five miles east of Xifu Town, on the outskirts of Xifu Town, there is a large cemetery near the mountains and the sea. The graves of small households share a relatively large flat land, with their own steles, and the tombs are only separated by stones.Some large families set aside a separate area with good Fengshui nearby, and planted a circle of evergreen shrubs around it, as a family exclusive cemetery.

When Xiao Xingchen arrived, Xue Yang, who had disappeared for a while, reappeared, waiting for him boredly under the shade of a tree in one of the cemeteries.

The southeast corner where Xue Yang is located is surrounded by green waist-high shrubs on three sides. There is this new tomb, on which there are only bare and cold stone tablets.

It is still noon at this time, if you want to explore the soul, you have to wait for the sunset soul to appear.

Xiao Xingchen remembered another thing when he saw the tombstone.

"Xue Yang, where did Xiaojie die? Where is the body?"

"The corpse, just now, has been found and sent back to the Yue family." Xue Yang closed his eyes and said.

If Xiaojie really died unexpectedly, the murderer must have tried every means to hide the body, but he was found so soon?Xiao Xingchen glanced suspiciously at Xue Yang, who was lying on a grave with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, resting his mind, and said nothing.

Under the sun, dozens of hundreds of tombstones stand quietly, this is the place where the dead rest and the living remember.Xiao Xingchen walked around and finally returned to the baby's tombstone. He still felt that the birth and death dates engraved on the tombstone were particularly dazzling.

In the same year of birth and death, the baby was under one year old when he died.

If it is said that the death of an old man is the natural result of the ripe fruit falling, the death of a child is the flower that has withered before it blooms, which is very regrettable, and the baby who died unexpectedly is even more heartbreaking. Even grave robbers who are used to death cannot turn a blind eye Oh, how hard-hearted a baby-killer must be!

Xiao Xingchen sat cross-legged in front of the grave, quietly waiting for the sunset.

Seeing no movement around him for a long time, Xue Yang opened his eyes. Looking at Xiao Xingchen's appearance, he knew that he was practicing the method of "subduing qi". "Fu Qi" is to let the six meridians breathe. During this period, you can't feel the pulse, and you can't breathe. You can achieve the unity of heart and breath, and the state of tranquility and concentration. The higher the practice, the longer this state will last.At the same time, you can also practice "watching the mind", "visualizing", and "preserving the spirit".

These are the daily foundations of Daoist practice. The reason Xue Yang knows is because Xiao Xingchen taught him during the three years he lived with Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing in Yicheng.Probably because he noticed that he was always upset, Xiao Xingchen taught him many cultivation methods of calming the mind, including "holding the breath", "observing the mind", "visualizing", and "preserving the spirit". This kind of cultivation is all meditation in terms of appearance and behavior. Except for subduing Qi, Xue Yang can't tell which one of the other three is still being practiced by Xiao Xingchen at this time, but seeing Xiao Xingchen closing his eyes and resting, he has reached the state of concentration , Xue Yang hooked his lips, revealing his pointed canine teeth, and flew towards the white figure quickly.

In the silence, Xiao Xingchen felt a sudden gust of breeze blowing across his cheeks, lingering for a short time, before leaving suddenly, there was a strange ripple in his heart.

He vigilantly awakened his consciousness from the depths of his spiritual consciousness, opened his eyes and looked around, but saw a clear sky, white clouds floating, grass leaves still, dozens of tombstones were silent as usual, how could there be a trace of wind?The only change is that Xue Yang's position was originally ten steps away from his left front, but now it is in front of his right. Xue Yang still closed his eyes and crossed his legs, with a slight smile on his lips, as if immersed in some wonderful dream .

Other than that, nothing seemed to happen.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't ignore the strange feeling in his heart, so he didn't continue to suffocate, and just kept sitting quietly until sunset.

Another hour later, as the sky darkened, some thin ghosts appeared between the tombs. Xiao Xingchen drew a spell on the tombstone in front of him, and a baby-shaped soul in front of the tombstone gradually took shape.

The baby was still in swaddling, and there were indeed purple bruises on the neck, but the blanket was tightly wrapped, so the exact size and shape could not be seen.

Xiao Xingchen tried to touch the swaddle, but just like the ghost image would pass through his body before, Xiao Xingchen couldn't touch the dead baby in front of him. His fingers passed through the spirit body, just like passing through the void. gust of wind.

Xue Yang sat beside him tilting his head, deliberately pretending to be annoyed, "Hey! This is what to do."

At this time, as long as Xue Yang is willing to reach out, it is easy to remove the baby's swaddling clothes, but Xue Yang refuses to take the initiative to help, and it is even more impossible for Xiao Xingchen to ask him for help. Tap the tips one by one, so that you can touch the undead, and open the swaddle by yourself.

Xue Yang shook his head disdainfully, and continued to watch.

When the swaddle was opened, there were large bruises on the baby's neck, and even thick finger marks could be seen faintly. It was indeed as the tomb robber said, not like what a child did.

Xiao Xingchen's face was as deep as water, and he stretched out his hands to cover the baby's eyebrows, closed his eyes and chanted a mantra, gradually unraveling the baby's memories.

Xue Yang was not surprised to see that Xiao Xingchen's brows were getting tighter and tighter, his lips were pursed into a sharp line, and the muscles on his face became more and more stiff.He knew what Xiao Xingchen had detected in the baby's spiritual consciousness.

———In the inner room of Yue’s house, Mrs. Yue begged her husband to be more with her because of the fact that she gave birth soon, but his husband pushed hard, and Mrs. Yue fell to the ground. The man pointed at the twins to Mrs. Yue He sneered ruthlessly: "You think I don't know about the scandal you did? I don't know whose bastards these twins are!"

———Under the messy satin quilt, Mrs. Yue and another man were in a relationship. The twins were lying in the corner of the bed. One of them was probably hungry and was crying. The man said impatiently, "It's so noisy." Stretching out a sinful hand, choking the baby's cries in her throat, the pink hands and feet danced for a while and then fell silent. The man's impact on the bed became more and more joyful. Under him, the corners of the woman's eyes closed indifferently, turning a blind eye to the death of the baby.

————It was a little boy kneeling on the ground holding a dead baby. Mrs. Yue and an old nanny looked down on the boy's curled up body. She held another surviving baby in her arms, and her shrill voice was not warm: "Just Saying that you strangled to death, if you dare to reveal a single word, the life of the remaining sister will be in danger."

———It was the second baby whose bones were not cold after death, and Mrs. Yue called the little boy to take the blame again, and said domineeringly: "What do you hate so much, I gave their lives, and since I gave them, then I can take them if I want Take it back." This time, the boy no longer had any scruples, burst into tears and resentment, grabbed a dagger and stabbed the woman, but the child is no match for an adult, not to mention that the boy is already thin, and between the beatings , the thin body fell in a pool of blood.

———It was in the tomb in the bleak night, the little boy's soul finally found his sister's soul, he hugged his sister tenderly as before, with his back to the cold wind, humming a nursery rhyme: "Yangliuer live, spin the top; When the willow is green, let it fly into the air; when the willow is dead, kick the shuttlecock; when the willow sprouts..."

To the sound of nursery rhymes, Xiao Xingchen's eyelashes trembled, tears slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto her spotless skirt.

The boy Xiaojie met Xue Yang when he was singing nursery rhymes with his sister in his arms.

Xue Yang didn't even ask the boy's ins and outs, how he died, and seemed to understand the twists and turns at a glance, and asked bluntly: "Little devil, do you want to take revenge?"

***

Go home.

The dark night is like a beast, crawling around the house, the house is brightly lit, and all the lights that can be lighted are all lit, there are people who are stubborn and guilty and want to drive the night out of the door.

Even so, Mrs. Yue was still shivering, her disheveled hair was gathered loosely behind her head, and her white mourning clothes became gray, with the embarrassment of the previous night's narrow escape remaining on it. Looking around on the chair, he got as close to the young man in black as possible, but he didn't dare to touch it.

If it wasn't for the man's icy expression, with an unapproachable aura in his bones, she would have liked to cling to him and hide behind him for protection.

There were several big holes in the roof of the east hall of the Yue family, so Zichen and Mrs. Yue had to stay in the room on the south side. The coffin of the head of the Yue family still stood in the east hall as usual, and there was no one to take care of the rubble, dust and various utensils.

When Xiao Xingchen came back, all the other corpses in the yard were carried away by his relatives and friends one after another. Only one was still parked in the middle of the yard, covered by a white cloth. From the ups and downs of the white cloth, it could be seen that there was a child lying underneath.

"The people in the town helped to find the body of Yue Wenjie, the eldest son of Yue, by the river outside the town." Zichen came out and explained in time.

Xiao Xingchen remained silent, and took off the white cloth covering the corpse. Xiaojie had been dead for five days. His corpse was horribly swollen, covered in blood and mud, and a deep wound on his abdomen lay between the blood.

After the corpse was delivered, Mrs. Yue didn't come out to look at it. Zichen asked her how the wound on Xiaojie's abdomen was caused. Mrs. Yue didn't know. Zichen already had doubts in her heart, and couldn't wait to ask Xiao Xingchen:

"Xingchen, what did you find?"

Xiao Xingchen brought Zichen to a corner of the courtyard, omitting Xue Yang, and in a low voice, briefly and concisely talked about Mrs. Yue and her lover's infanticide and plantation.The more Zichen heard it, the angrier he became, and he almost pulled out Fuxue to deal with that hypocritical and vicious woman immediately, when suddenly he heard Mrs. The corpse had stood up and was walking towards the house on the south side.

Xue Yang obviously didn't follow Xiao Xingchen when he came back, but now he also appeared in the yard, standing next to the corpse, as if protecting the corpse.If Song Zichen or Xiao Xingchen wanted to be unfavorable to the murderous corpse, although Xue Yang couldn't fight them, it would be easy for him to escape immediately with Xiaojie's soul.

It was Xue Yang and Xiaojie who manipulated the murderous corpse.

With Xue Yang's help, Xiaojie's soul was attached to his body, and he was no longer restricted by the ghosts not being able to enter the house. The swollen and deformed horrible corpse, with its chaotic eyes, walked slowly and firmly, stiffly, towards the person in the house. A woman lying limp on the ground.

"Help! Help! Help——!"

Mrs. Yue couldn't say anything else, even the word "help" was weak.

Xue Yang contemptuously and provocatively glanced at the two people in the yard staring at the murderous corpse, with an expression of "I want to see if you can stop me from killing", and unscrupulously loudly ordered the murderous corpse: "Go and kill that murderous corpse!" Woman, you can kill as much as you want."

Only Xiao Xingchen and Xiaojie could hear Xue Yang's voice. Seeing the murderous corpse enter the room, Xiao Xingchen subconsciously took a step, which was blocked by Song Zichen's cross arm.

As soon as the murderous corpse stepped into the room, Song Zichen raised his hand and waved his sleeves, gathering a gust of wind to close the door.Mrs. Yue inside was so frightened that she couldn't even scream.

Different from Xiao Xingchen's hesitation and intolerance, Zichen has always been decisive, "Xingchen, this girl is not worthy of being a human being, let alone a mother! Let that child take revenge."

"Boom", something in the room fell to the ground, and Mrs. Yue's hoarse voice came out: "Don't come here, don't come here..."

Xiao Xingchen remembered what Xue Yang said ten years ago when he blamed him for helping the Chang family get ahead: "You shouldn't meddle in other people's grievances. Who is right and who is wrong, how many grievances there are, can outsiders tell clearly?" On the spot, he accepted Zichen's approach.

I haven't seen each other for ten years, but my friend's personality is the same as before.Unlike himself, overthinking and indecisive.He also believed that Mrs. Yue deserved to die, but he didn't want the scene of mother and child killing each other to happen again. At the same time, he still believed that the heinous person should be killed if he should be killed, so that he can enjoy it. .

Xiao Xingchen couldn't bear any living beings suffering in front of him, no matter good or evil.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of someone's body hitting the ground came from inside the room, and Mrs. Yue's cry for help became more fragmented, as if her throat was tightly stuck.

Xiaojie's sister, the twin babies, were also strangled in this way.

Xue Yang listened to the weird sounds in the room with great interest, Zichen's face was stern, and Xiao Xingchen's eyes were full of confusion.

His heart aches for the 12-year-old boy, what happened to him during his lifetime, and his distorted mind.I wonder if it is right or wrong to allow a child to kill his biological mother with his own hands.

At this time, the room was silent for a moment, the door was kicked open suddenly, Xiaojie's body walked out slowly, looking around blankly, the inside and outside of the room were full of bloody pain, people are not human, and families are not family.

Zichen strode forward and said sharply: "The great revenge has been avenged, I hope you stop here, we don't want to embarrass you!"

Xue Yang probed to confirm that Mrs. Yue was dead in the room, turned around and grabbed the neck of the murderous corpse, and pulled out Xiaojie's soul. The corpse immediately collapsed to the ground like a puppet with broken strings.

"Trouble you to clean up the mess slowly, we will withdraw first!"

Xue Yang took Xiaojie, one big, one small, two ghosts and went over the wall.

Xiao Xingchen didn't explain, so Zichen thought that Xiaojie himself turned into a murderous corpse to take revenge. He followed Xiao Xingchen's eyes and looked into the void, but saw nothing.

"Which direction did the ghost go?" Zichen asked.

"Ah."

"Then bury it tomorrow, and then call the soul to appease it."

"Ah."

"What's the matter with you, are you worried that he will make trouble elsewhere?"

"No," Xiao Xingchen shook his head, "That's all for Madam Yue, but the rest... I always feel that death is not a crime."

"Didn't you say that in the baby's memory fragments, you saw an old nanny who helped Mrs. Yue plan to plant the child, and two servants who helped clean up Xiaojie's body?"

"Yes"

"That's it." Zichen's voice was firm, "If you do something like this, you don't deserve to live. Don't worry about them."

Not worthy to live.Xiao Xingchen thought about this sentence.

Xue Yang said the same thing.

However, when Zichen said these words, it was more logical and persuasive.

Zichen continued: "Xiaojie and the twin babies are so innocent. Since these servants and servants can hide such a cruel thing, and even help Mrs. Yue from the side, it can be seen that they are not kind. As long as they can show their children a little bit like Taotao, With good intentions, Xiaojie will be merciful. Taotao is safe and sound, which proves that the child can distinguish between good and bad, and targeted him."

Xiao Xingchen nodded in agreement, then thought of Taotao's words: Xiaojie is a good boy, so we can't blame him.

With a long sigh, he picked up Xiaojie's body, put it back on the wooden board in the center of the yard, and covered it lightly with a white cloth.

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