Sao Ke is a spectator

We entangled tirelessly all night, until the heavy curtain of the night faded, and Yang Zhuo and I stood in front of the stone gate.

Once the barrier is opened, it can be easily chipped away with a stone hammer, and with a wave of hand, the entire stone gate will be reduced to ashes.The morning light shines through the heavy dust and into the tomb that has not seen the sun for hundreds of years. The steps are pitch black, and a cramped and damp atmosphere exudes from the inside.

The will-o'-the-wisp on Yan Jun's body was enough to illuminate the entire tomb. Under the dark green light, the road leading directly to the royal coffin was eerie and long.As usual, I followed behind him, walking towards the unknown end with self-blame and expectation.

There were bursts of noise at the end of the darkness, like a wild beast struggling to break through a cage. I almost dared not open my eyes, fearing that something would jump into my eyes unexpectedly.

Recently, I often think of Mu Yang, wondering what his 400-year-old body will look like without the support of human hearts. Even though I have prepared in advance, when he really appeared in front of my eyes, I was still stunned.

What followed was unbearable heartache.

Such a scene was so eerie and frightening that even Yang Zhuo, who had seen too many ghosts, stopped in his tracks at that moment.More than a dozen talismans imprisoned his soul on a white skeleton. Mu Yang in the cage kept beating on the cage wall. After realizing our approach, the movements of his hands became more frequent.It's not because he knows who we are, but because he treats me and Yang Zhuo as food.

I walked towards him step by step, but Yang Zhuo grabbed me, and he shook his head, motioning me not to approach.He had hoped for more than 400 years across the stone wall, but he was still able to stay awake at this moment. Did the years wash away the hatred, or did the stubbornness weather the family?

Before Yu Ping died, he sewed the unsealed talisman into his sleeve, which was the only thing that could save Mu Yang.

There are hundreds of sarcophagi in the tomb, and Yu Ping's body is lying in these sarcophagi. I told Yang Zhuo about these and asked him to look for them with me.When I mentioned Yu Ping, a icy chill flashed in his eyes again. The name seemed to arouse the hatred in his heart at any moment.

I found him first, with a piece of fabric torn from his left chest.

I know that there are countless questions in Yangzhuo's heart at this moment. He only knows that I want to use Mu Yang to please him, but he doesn't know how I know how to open the enchantment, how I know that the talisman is hidden in Yu Ping's sleeve, and how I can see it at a glance. Recognize the corpse in the sarcophagus as his...

I took the release talisman and recited a few times silently, and the cloth flew straight into the cage as if it had grown wings. In an instant, dozens of talismans that imprisoned the soul were untied one after another. The skeleton shattered as if it had lost its support, and then a cluster of blue light floated out from inside.

"Mu Yang..." I yelled, and then rushed straight over.

His figure was floating like a fleeting shadow, I watched him smile at me, my fingertips couldn't touch him, and it was useless to reach out to grab him.I yelled his name, but there was no response. His remaining charm and naughtiness can be seen in the vague image.

"He will disappear in just a moment, so don't waste your efforts." He stood in front of me, his eyes were cold: "And all of this was caused by your own hands, am I right? Yu Ping... "

Seeing Yang Zhuo, I seemed to see a life-saving straw, and I said: "Aren't you the king of hell, you can save him, right, you won't let him disappear in smoke, right, he is your younger brother, Mu Chen, You have to save him, you must save him..."

He looked at me coldly, just like when he looked at Yu Ping under the city tower, like a Shura who got out of mud and blood.He broke away my fingers holding his sleeve one by one, and said through gritted teeth: "Shouldn't you be the one who should vanish into thin air?"

I'm still struggling: "I promised to let him live a long life, I want to give him a long life, I want to give him a healthy body, as long as you can save him, I will do whatever you want , as long as you save him..."

Mu Yang's soul was dissipating little by little, and the originally dark tomb was illuminated like day by the fire of the end of life.Mu Yang is like a handful of burnt firewood ashes, being lifted up one by one by the hurricane, and he can't catch anything when he reaches out to grab it.A little bit of light dust passed through the fingers, illuminating Yang Zhuo's desolate and hateful face.

The tomb gradually sank into darkness again, and my vision gradually blurred. I wiped my eyes indiscriminately, but it was still too late to see where the last speck of light fell.

A person can stubbornly stay in the memory, and it will not fade for a hundred years, but why can't it continue in time.I just hope that the soul that once existed in Mu Yang's life can be fulfilled in other ways. This time, I will not forcefully break into his life again. I only hope that everything goes well for him and he lives a long life——

"Why wasn't you the one who disappeared?" Yang Zhuo's voice sounded above my head, as if hiding a thousand years of ice, I was so cold that I couldn't stop shivering, and my whole body couldn't help but twitch.

The heinous Yu Ping, the most damned Yu Ping, has become a god now, with an immortal body, which is extremely ridiculous and absurd.I also want to know why it wasn't me who disappeared.

"The only thing Mu Yang missed was meeting you, and the only thing I did wrong...was saving you back then."

I was lying on the ground, and in front of my eyes were the colorful auspicious clouds on the hem of his black clothes, and the fire of hell surrounded by his feet, which seemed to burn endlessly.I recalled the scene when I first met him, the sky and the earth were spinning, the crowd was in an uproar, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a face with no expression, but it was such a face, thrown into the center of Yuping Lake like a boulder, and the water splashed. ripples.

He left, and the tomb also completely disappeared into darkness. I groped and crawled out of the cage, and reached out to pick up the broken bones one by one.

Mu Yang is afraid of the cold, so I will put him in the warmest place, so that he can see the sun when he looks up; Mu Yang hates noise, so I will find a unique and secluded place where no one will bother him; Yang wants to drink the most, so I will put him in the wine jar and let him smell the wine all the time; Mu Yang hates me, so I will put him in a place where he will never see me, lest he get angry again.

I carried a pile of corpses back to the Heavenly Court, and then went straight to Yuelao Palace, Luan Qing's eyes stopped on Mu Yang in my arms for a long time, I said I was going to the red bean forest, and took Mu Yang to the tree cave.

Luanqing asked me when I would take him away, and I said: "If Dai Shu can come back, then I will definitely find another good place. If I can't come back, then you can visit him occasionally instead of me, but don't say anything." Too much, he finds it noisy."

Then I went to the underworld, Dai Qi and Qing Yang were very happy to see me, and blamed me for not going to see them for so long.I said, my brother is tired of being a god and intends to return to the mortal world. This time I came to say goodbye to you. If there is a destiny, we will meet again in the vast sea of ​​people in the next life. If there is no destiny, it is not a bad thing to forget each other.

Dai Qi was a little bit reluctant, and sighed: "There is no banquet that never ends, you go!"

The ties of Ye Daishu's life were finally cut off, and the rest belonged to Yu Ping.

Passing in front of Mu Ning's door, the house was still brightly lit, I lifted the curtain and went in, only to see my mother-in-law, she said: "The princess has reincarnated a few days ago."

I nodded and smiled at her, full of gratitude.

The remaining one-and-a-half minutes of time are precious. I plan to go for a walk in the world. When I left the underworld, I asked Granny Meng for a jar of wine. I wanted to see how the third prince is doing recently. The first friend said goodbye.

It seems that being a fairy is not a beautiful thing. The noble dragons would rather live a life of ordinary people who have to do everything by themselves than stay in the heavenly court clothes and stretch out their hands to eat.When I went, he was washing the dishes, and his ten fingers dipped in Yangchun water were still like white jade. In the end, he used his hands to cook a few small dishes for me, which are home-cooked dishes regardless of the world.

I recognized the woman who lived with him at a glance. He is indeed willful, even if he is reincarnated, he will not let her go. It is rare to see a debtor like him chasing after his creditor.

When the wine was full of meaning and the words were stuck in the throat, the people sent by the Jade Emperor came to the door before the wine was finished.

Yan Yan went to experience a catastrophe, but it seemed that he had lost all the memories of the previous heavenly court. Seeing him meeting with the son of the demon king again, the two of them seemed to be speechless, and I don't know what happened in the middle what.

When Xue Su looked at him, his eyes didn't change much, thousands of words flowed in his eyes, the dull third prince had known him for more than 100 years, but he couldn't see the mystery.

My own affairs have not been resolved, so why bother to solve their worries.

When he was escorted back to the heavenly court, thousands of lights were already lit up in the world, and they flickered on and off in the snow.The heavy snow covered the traces of Prince Ping's impromptu visit and his disappointment. The last meeting before he left added 400 years of vicissitudes to the memory of Weiling City, but it is still pure as if nothing had happened. .

I still remember a sentence said by the storyteller in Luohe City: If a storyteller also tells his own story, then it is not the judge who sheds tears.