NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Ji Ke turned her head amidst Wen Ran's exclamation. She was stunned for less than half a second, and her face quickly turned pale.

Because of the distraction, the ghost vine was tightly wrapped around the Shenshui sword, Ji Ke didn't care to draw the sword, and leaned over and jumped towards the place where Yan Liang fell. At that moment, he instinctively didn't think about his own way of life.

It's just a deep and sad premonition that his senior Yan is going to disappear. If he doesn't make a final fight, betting his life, that person will really disappear.

Everything happened so suddenly that Jiang Zhao even stopped breathing. He quickly glanced at Du Yu who was holding the soul-sealing dagger and stood there indifferently. Chase the brother who jumped into the sea of ​​lifelessness.

At this moment, Yan Liang has not completely lost his mind, his five senses have become chaotic and blurred, and all his senses are concentrated in the wound in his throat. The pain is worse than when he was surrounded by the fire and burned, and the gurgling blood is worse than the tongue of flames licking his skin. Still scorching hot.

But this kind of pain is not unfamiliar at all, it seems to be familiar, it seems to have been deeply felt at an unknown moment...

He was still holding the pendant in his hand, and the amber was soaked in the blood in his palm, and lost its original warm and clear luster, becoming chaotic, dim and with a deadly coquettish charm.

Yan Liang's soul and bright red blood gradually flowed away, dispersed in the wind like flying blood fireflies, he purified countless souls, he did not expect his soul to disperse but he was powerless.

I don't know whether the ashes in this book are taken seriously or not.

His mind became more and more blurred. Before Yan Liang completely lost consciousness, he exerted his last bit of strength to make a decision. The hurricane blew up and lifted the falling Ji Ke up. Sprint away through the gap in the world.

After all, he created the world with his own hands. Now that he has walked through it himself, he has developed feelings for these fictional characters day and night. Even if he can't see it, he still hopes that they will have a good ending.

Thinking endlessly, Yan Liang's consciousness stopped completely, and he sank into the sea of ​​lifeless, the land of ghosts.

Ji Ke was held tightly in the mouth by the Flamingo. The more he struggled, the deeper the sharp bird's teeth pierced him. His sternum had been pierced, but he tried to escape to find Yan Liang as if he couldn't feel the pain. .

If not for the last sliver of reason, he would have killed the Flamingo with his own hands.

Ji Ke went from being unable to believe this fact that has become a fact, to finally giving up on herself and thinking, if you want to see people, you must see dead bodies. There is always hope if you can see and touch, not like this now...

Nothing... doesn't exist anymore.

With nowhere to go, all hope is lost.

Originally, he was trying his best to hold on, but now that Senior Yan is gone, the strength supporting him collapsed in an instant, blood was bleeding from all over his body, the heart-piercing grief and unwillingness turned into a mouthful of black blood in his throat, and he spit it out Finally, Ji Ke finally couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

Jiang Zhao's body never stopped shaking, and he didn't even notice when the Flamingo brought them out of the silent city.

Here in the human world, the mountains and rains have just started, and birds are singing everywhere.

The Flamingo brought them to the valley, and then they degenerated into a puff of red smoke and dispersed.

Jiang Zhao placed the unconscious senior brother firmly in the dry grass in the shade, and Wen Ran behind her was crying hoarsely. She was held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and she had never experienced such a terrible change. There is nowhere to be sad and nowhere, I just hope it's just a dream, crying and waking up and everything will pass, Brother Liang will still be good-tempered to retaliate against her waywardness, and Young Master Du will also chirp with her, even if it is The silent and frightening Mr. Ji will also serve them a table of delicious meals.

She couldn't accept that all of this had ceased to exist with brother Liang's death.

At a loss, she suddenly grabbed Du Yu, who was neither sad nor happy, and without using her spiritual power, punched and kicked indiscriminately, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter with you?! Why is there such an ominous situation?" Why are you able to attack Brother Liang..."

When it came to the end, she had no strength or courage. In fact, everyone could see that Du Yu was hit by the exorcism, and he couldn't help what he did, and this memory would not be erased. He would always remember it forever, even with He could never forget the feeling of the Soul-Sealing Dagger piercing Brother Liang's throat.

Jiang Zhao saw that the girl was almost venting, so he stepped forward to hold Du Yu, looked deeply into the peach blossom eyes as deep as a pool of death, and gestured very seriously and slowly: "A Yu, in the future, your life will not be the same. better off.

There is deep sorrow and pity in Jiang Zhao's eyes. No one knows Du Yu's thoughts towards Yan Liang better than him. The resentment and hatred of kicking his beloved into ashes into Wushenghai with his own hands is not something ordinary people can bear.

From today onwards, this kind of misery will accompany Du Yu's life.

There was a trace of ripples in the gray and dull peach eyes, which gradually condensed into beads, one drop, two drops, bean-sized teardrops rolled down continuously, and couldn't stop.

Jiang Zhao raised his hand to wipe away his tears, his fingertips were wet and cold with tears, and he gestured firmly: But, I will be with you.

Even if senior brother is in trouble, I will protect you to the end.

Du Yu's lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all.

Then, he threw himself into Jiang Zhao's arms like a puppet with broken strings.

When everything became quiet, the moon was rising in the mountains and the birds were singing, and everything was silent, Jiang Zhao tied the red string that was half tied with an amber pendant that he had picked up earlier to Ji Ke's wrist.

He deliberately didn't wash off the blood stains on the red rope.

……

Ups and downs in the emptiness and darkness of the sea of ​​lifelessness for a long time, Yan Liang did not disappear as expected, nor did he experience the pain of ghosts and bone erosion in his own setting, he just felt desolate and confused, his own consciousness was like a ray of nothingness Existence, drifting in the boundless darkness, after a long time, green spots of light began to appear around, flickering sporadically, passing by little by little, like fireflies on a summer night.

The spots of light gradually gather densely, converging to form a river, and the river of light trickles into the depths of the sea of ​​inanimate, forming a sea of ​​light in the darkest place.

Yan Liang sank into the sea of ​​light, his soul became transparent and light, he guessed vaguely, this was probably the legendary Wangchuan?

Is it Wangchuan? No one can give the answer. In the sea of ​​light, you can’t feel the passage of time. When he opens his eyes again, he already has a physical body, his five senses are awakened, he can breathe, he can move his limbs, and his body is heavy. The feeling of being alive.

To be precise, Yan Liang did not come back to life, but entered Guanghai's Dream River.

Man is a creature of time and memory. Using dreams as a medium, he penetrates the obstruction of time to reach the dusty memory, and enters the body of the "once" in the form of a spirit body. He observes what he sees and hears what he says, and he cannot act. To change is to recall memory in the most direct and profound way.

The past here may be this life, or the previous life, or the starting point of reincarnation.

Through this body, Yan Liang smelled the long-lost fresh air, and there was a rotten stench in the bone-soaked chill. The heavy snow was blowing, and he stood in the wind and snow, wearing only a thin long gown under the snow-white fox fur. Fortunately, this body does not have the problem of being afraid of the cold, and the abundant spiritual power flows continuously in the limbs and bones. This is the health that Yan Liang, who was born with an incomplete soul and a weak body, has never experienced.

"Second son, the Yueliang Valley has been covered by heavy snow, and the corpses who died in battle should not be able to turn into ghosts..." The speaker lowered his head slightly, presumably his status was lower than his.

The second young master smiled indifferently: "Shouldn't I, I'll find out after I go and have a look. If you're afraid, just wait here."

The man frowned in disbelief: "Of course I want to follow the Second Young Master, if someone wants to plot against me, I will also..."

The Second Young Master cut off his words impatiently: "Okay, okay, you've said this ten thousand times, I'm protecting you."

After a pause, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Ah Cheng, how about we pick up some beautiful corpses and bring them back to the spirit kiln to refine ghouls?"

Ah Cheng was so frightened that he was about to cry: "Second Young Master, if you throw these nonsense things into the Lingyao again, Missy will definitely kill me."

The second son grinned: "That's just right, the ghoul made from your corpse, Ah Cheng, will be useful and obedient."

Ah Cheng rolled his eyes, and he didn't want to talk anymore, the second son smiled even more happily, and he was already planning to add some more ghosts to the spiritual kiln.

Yan Liang was amused in his heart, he who was born in nowhere, is really a brat.

While talking, the two had reached the so-called Yueliang Valley, filled with evil spirits, making people breathless, Ah Cheng showed a horrified look on his face and said, "How could this be?! Clearly, Xuetian's corpse won't turn into a spirit of resentment." ..."

The second young master showed a look that I knew was so, and said calmly: "That is a normal situation, but Yue Lianggu was a fierce battle. Everyone knows that brother-in-law is ruthless. The people of the Yan family died tragically. It’s strange not to transform into spirits if you don’t resent.”

Yan family?Yan Liang's heart skipped a beat, but on second thought, the cycle of life and death is very complicated, maybe it's just a coincidence.

The look of disdain on Ah Cheng's face disappeared in a flash, and he nodded sadly: "This subordinate believes that the position of Patriarch should belong to the second son..."

"Ah Cheng, you know I'm used to being at ease, and I'm most afraid of these things, so don't say such things again."

Ah Cheng nodded, his lips pursed into a line and he remained silent.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the sky was violently pale, but the second young master didn't care. He even put his own fox fur on Ah Cheng's shoulders, and said with a smile: "This is in the way, you put it away for me first."

Without giving Ah Cheng any leeway to refute, the second young master took out his soul and performed purification techniques on those corpses that were frozen blue and purple. Ah Cheng took out a paper umbrella painted with blue flowers from somewhere, and propped it up on one side. In the secluded and snowless world, standing aside and covering the fox fur tightly, his eyes were full of unwillingness and emotion.

Yan Liang smiled wryly to himself, it turned out that he was also a soul-purifying person, and it really was a karmic cycle, everything was inevitable.

"Hey, Ah Cheng, there are living people here." The soul needle in the second son's hand paused, and his tone was joyful but not surprised. In the ruins of the battlefield in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, blood condensed into ice and bones were everywhere. The living person was dug out, but the second son seemed to have expected it, and accepted it as a matter of course.

This feeling and scene seemed familiar, Yan Liang was secretly startled.

"I'm afraid it didn't turn into a ghoul? How is it possible..." Ah Cheng shook his head in disbelief, but he clearly saw a fair and delicate child in the red snow buried in the corpse pile, his face was red with cold and his lips were white His eyes were gray, but his eyes were slightly open, and the dark pupils were full of fear and vigilance.

"Ah Cheng, look at the emblem on his skirt."

"It's actually our Ji family?!"

"I'm afraid it's a descendant of some student."

Through the eyes of the Second Young Master, Yan Liang could clearly see that the pattern tattooed on the skirt of the child was exactly the blue flower totem tattooed on his face that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

The Ji family...we...?

Later, Yan Liang learned that his name in that life was Ji Ke through a few words.