Master Xiao thinks about those years

After everyone dispersed, the corpses in front of Xu's mansion suddenly became clear.

Yan Chen clarified the reason of the incident and told Meng Huan and Jiang Yexiu, both of them hated old man Gao after they learned about it.

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are also kind, but before his death, old man Gao not only didn't say anything good, but even gave them a glass of poisoned wine.

This cup of poisoned wine came for no reason, old man Gao had no grievances with Fu Nian, since he did this, there must be other reasons that they haven't figured out.

Right now, however, they have no intention of figuring it out.

Finding the talisman is the top priority.

"If brother wants to hide, I'm afraid no one will be able to find him."

Meng Huan's face was gloomy, he knew Fu Nian's temperament very well.

"Maybe... I can find it."

Yan Chen interrupted calmly.

Meng Huan: "What way?"

Yan Chen shook his sleeves, and faintly spit out two words: "Golden thread"

In an instant, Meng Huan and Jiang Yexiu suddenly realized that the golden thread on Yan Chen's clothes was of the same texture as the rune, and the rune had used this gold thread to find Yan Chen and Meng Huan who had escaped, and the same principle, now , they can also rely on this golden thread to find the runes.

"It's not too late, let's go to the senior brother now."

Meng Huan was about to leave, but Jiang Yexiu threw his arms across: "There is one more question."

Meng Huan paused: "What?"

Jiang Yexiu raised his eyebrows: "Those corpses need to be dealt with."

"Corpse..." Meng Huan looked into the distance, the entire group of people were dead, and they really needed to be dealt with.

"Then... Mo Qing went to see Senior Brother, Brother Jiang, let me deal with these corpses with you."

Meng Huan was slow to make a decision, but Jiang Yexiu did not speak, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Yan Chen glanced at him, suddenly remembered that he was allergic to dead bodies, and couldn't help frowning: "Can you handle the dead bodies?"

"It's okay, these people just died, I don't feel anything."

Jiang Yexiu said, and put a long red stick in Yan Chen's hand: "If you find the lord, let's set off the fireworks, and Meng Huan and I will meet up when we see each other."

Yan Chen received the fireworks, nodded and left.

In the afternoon's light, Yan Chen walked out of the street while driving the illusion, sensing according to the golden thread, but he sensed several times, but he still failed to detect the aura of the rune.

Yan Chen frowned, no matter how far apart, there should be some sense.

Now, how could it not be sensed?

He walked out of the town full of suspicion, and walked farther and farther, until it was almost night and he didn't feel the breath of the symbol.

The afterglow was old, and Yan Chen stood in a barren grassland, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart.

How can I not find it?

With an annoyed mind, he activated the illusion again. He expected that there would be no change, but he didn't expect to sense such a weak aura.

Yan Chen's mind moved, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on feeling where the spiritual breath was.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

The place pointed by the spiritual breath...is the mountain of dead bodies outside the Jinshui Formation.

Yan Chen suddenly understood the reason why he couldn't detect the talisman before. The dead corpse mountain was the place where the old man Gao set up the dead corpse formation before. If the Qi is weak, it cannot block the spiritual breath.

However, in a place of dead bodies, where does Fu Nian go?

Without time to think about it, Yan Chen went forward with doubts and uneasiness.

Outside Jinshui Town, there is a mountain of dead bodies.

Like the setting sun of blood, it casts a faint scarlet shadow on the ground, combined with the dead forest and scattered bones, it is hard not to feel depressing.

"Your Highness!"

Yan Chen walked on the ground covered with rotten leaves, and made a noise.

The voice echoed throughout the forest, spreading out empty, and in the end, the only one who responded to him was himself.

"Spells!"

After all, he felt that the word "Honorable Lord" was too cold, so he called out his name aloud, as if in this way, the chance of finding him would be greater.

"Fu Nian! Where are you!"

No one responded.

"Spells!"

Still no answer.

……

Yan Chen stood in the midst of silence, Shen Ran stared blankly at the dilapidated bones and rotten leaves on the ground, his pair of phoenix eyes were all blank.

Fu Nian... Where is it?

The forest of dead corpses was vast and extremely dark, and the induction of the golden thread was cut off as early as entering the forest.

The cry was not answered, and he could not find him.

Shrouded in dazed fear, Yan Chen suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when he was locked in the Nine Cold Palace to comprehend the spirit mantra, the talisman could not find him, so he waited stubbornly outside the palace.

He participated for half a month, and Fu Nian waited for him outside the door for half a month.

When he came out of the palace, the boy had passed out outside the door due to fever.

Yan Chen was ashamed and flustered, he hastily picked up the man and was about to run to the side hall.The little boy was restless in his arms, and murmured deliriously: "Master..."

The words were chaotic, but they had a deafening effect. Yan Chen didn't know what kind of mentality Fu Nian had been waiting for him outside the door for so long, but because of this sentence, he realized that he played an extremely important role in the life of Fu Nian. Role.

In the past, it was Fu Nian who was looking for him, but now, as time has changed, it is him looking for Fu Nian.

Yan Chen is a dull person in life, he can comprehend the spirit mantra, but he is not smart in life, just like at the moment, he doesn't know how to find the talisman.

"Fu Nian—!"

Yan Chen shouted with all his strength, and the loud response spread, but the sound still stopped.

He lowered his head, and the depression in his chest forced him to call out two words: "Ling Chen..."

"Ling Chen—!"

"What the hell are you-"

In the middle of speaking, Mudi got stuck in his throat, because he felt a pair of sharp hands passing through his waist, tightly holding his waist.

Yan Chen's whole body tensed up, thinking it was the remnants of the dead bones.

Subconsciously want to make a move, but the next moment, a faint murmur came from behind.

"Master..."

Familiar voice, with infinite tenderness and embarrassment.

The master of these hands is the rune.

Yan Chen's chest rose and fell, and he was about to turn around trembling, but the hands around his waist bound him tightly, as if grabbing a straw, he couldn't move at all.

"Fu Nian, you—"

"Master...don't...go..."

The mournful whisper was pasted in his ear, like a begging.

Yan Chen's whole body trembled, and in an instant, he painfully remembered that six years ago, Fu Nian knelt at his feet, tugging on his sleeve and pleading.

"Master...don't go..."

Same words, same tone.

Yan Chen doesn't know why Fu Nian said such things to him now, he is clearly... Mo Qing, did Fu Nian misidentify him again?

Thoughts were chaotic, another whisper came to his ears.

"Master...will you...don't want me?"

Asking like a child, Yan Chen accidentally said: "...No."

"But I've turned bad...become good and bad..."

"Master, I have become bad..."

"You won't like me..."

The hoarse voice fell, and in an instant, Yan Chen felt the hands around his waist tightened again, so tight that he could hardly breathe.

Holding his talisman is like a wounded child, a child who panicked and was abandoned.

And he seemed to be the only good medicine that could heal Nawei.

Yan Chen's heart throbbed with pain, his throat rolled, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he just silently covered the pair of crossed sharp claws on his waist with his slender hands.

Fu Nian's hand was scorching hot and stained with blood, but his hand was cold. The moment he covered him, Yan Chen felt a collision of ice and fire.

The trembling was conveyed in each other's palms, Yan Chen felt that Fu Nian's hand loosened a little, he thought that the injured child was finally stable and peaceful, but unexpectedly, the next moment, Fu Nian raised his hand to cover the back of his hand, clasped him fingers, holding him tightly in his arms.

And the moment of loosening just now was just to change positions.

Now, his body was completely surrounded by the talisman.

And Fu Nianbi's hands were tighter than ever before, almost breaking his whole body.

"Fu Nian... loosen up..."

Yan Chen couldn't breathe well, and felt that he was almost suffocating.

"I don't, I let it go...you will never talk to me again..."

The voice was stubborn, Yan Chen couldn't: "I won't ignore you, even if you drive me away, I won't leave."

"You won't, Master, I killed people, I killed a lot of people...you will hate me..."

"You will hate me...what to do..."

The flustered and bewildered tone revealed the despair of being powerless.

Fu Nian's arrogance and disdain in the usual days were all crushed to powder at this moment.

He is the heinous Ye Zun in front of the world. He slaughtered his fellow disciples and founded Ye Xingyuan. He was able to smile peacefully in the face of the world's crusade and scolding.

Everyone said that he lost his heart and flesh and blood.He himself also felt that he had no heart, but once he was in front of his master in the dead of night, he suddenly felt pain.

In front of his most respected master, he is a complete beggar.

He buried his head in the dust, too low to raise his head.

"Master... I killed someone..."

He keeps repeating, repeating in sin.

"I know"

When Ling Ran said a word, the person holding Yan Chen suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, there was a helpless murmur: "Master, Master... Got it..."

"Master...you know?!"

As if he had been greatly frightened suddenly, Yan Chen felt that the hands holding him had no strength.

Fu Nian let go hastily, Yan Chen was free, and quickly turned his head, his chest felt cold, and what caught his eyes was a blood-stained beast.

Fu Nianmo was scattered, his peach blossom eyes were full of gloom, his black clothes had been torn, and there were streaks of deep red bloodstains on his bare skin, his hands, legs, and neck were all shocking.

The talisman standing in front of him lacked the calmness and indifference that he faced against Gu Changyan just now, nor the majesty of Lord Ye Xingyuan.

what happened……

Fu Nian, this is... what's wrong?

Yan Chen looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, his throat was blocked.

Just as he didn't know how to speak, the person in front of him had already folded his knees and knelt down with a "bang".

"Master... I was wrong..."

"Fu Nian knew it was wrong..."

"You hit me, you scold me..."

Fu Nian knelt in front of him and kowtowed in panic.

The ground was filthy and filthy, with all kinds of dead bodies and bones left. Fu Nian just knelt in the filth, kowtowing his head vigorously.

Ye Zun is indifferent, but in the most obscure and deepest part of his chest, he still humbly yearns for forgiveness.

But how could anyone forgive him?

Even he himself...was unwilling to forgive himself.