Fusheng Chronicle

Only a loud noise was heard in the distance.A thick layer of powder fell from the wall, and the flickering fire flickered.In the small room, Ji Weiran turned his head and showed a charming smile: "Sheng Xiao, you can stay with me."

His tone was irresistible.After all, now that Zhou Shengxiao's every move is in his hands, he thinks that he has a chance to win.People are animals afraid of death, even the most powerful and indifferent people.Because it's human nature.

It's a pity that what Ji Weiran met was Zhou Shengxiao who had lived in this world for a thousand years and had no interest in life.

Zhou Shengxiao said lightly: "If I disagree, will you kill me?"

Ji Weiran smiled and said: "It's just death, you can still accompany me through the long years."

The implication is to kill him.

Zhou Shengxiao stopped talking and sat quietly.If this person really had a way to make him disappear from this world, he would not wish for it.Death is not necessarily a torture, just like for those patients who suffer from cancer every day, death is a relief.

He's lived long enough.There was nothing to keep him waiting.

Just die peacefully like this.Maybe reincarnation, forget the unbearable memories of the millennium, and live a happier life.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Ji Weiran asked.

Zhou Shengxiao: "You can kill me."

"You think I'll let you die so easily?" Ji Weiran said sarcastically, "You lied to me and waited for a thousand years, and I will spend the rest of my life to torture you! Make your life worse than death!"

Zhou Shengxiao did not speak.He bent his back slightly, caught a glimpse of the human bones in the corner, and suddenly understood something.The person who called himself Ji Weiran lived for a thousand years like him, or even longer than him.And it is impossible for there to be so many people who are born immortal in this world, Ji Weiran must have used other methods if he wanted to survive.

He once read in an ancient book that by guarding other people's tombs and stealing their life essence, one can obtain the law of longevity.This kind of method is extremely vicious. It is necessary to find a feng shui buried tomb, and then dig out the owner's body and swallow it, and then perform the strange art of dunjia, which is the so-called embedding flowers and trees, to bring the reincarnation of the owner of the tomb to life. Owned by oneself, so as to achieve longevity.

This tomb is clearly the tomb of a prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty!Both the records in the classics and the burial specifications here have proved this point, but this Ji Weiran claimed to be the "Son of Zhou", which has to be doubted.

After a long time, Zhou Shengxiao said: "Actually, I have lived for a thousand years. But the dynasty I belong to is after the Zhou Dynasty, and I don't remember the things you told me."

Ji Weiran froze for a moment, then said in disbelief: "You, you are not reincarnated?"

Zhou Shengxiao stared at him, and suddenly found a small gash on this person's clean and flawless face.Ji Weiran's appearance can be said to be very handsome, perhaps due to the royal family's genes, he was born extraordinary, even though his body was hollowed out by wine and lust, he was raised back after longevity.

Even Ji Weiran's appearance is a bit androgynous. He has fair skin and a thin body, and he has no masculine majesty at all.Probably because of staying in this gloomy underground for a long time, the whole person is also stained with a strange yin.

Such a beautiful woman suddenly had an ugly cut on her face, how could it not be shocking.Ji Weiran himself didn't notice it, and frowned: "How did you live for such a long time?"

"Your face." Zhou Shengxiao avoided answering.

Ji Weiran stretched out his hand suspiciously to touch it, his face froze, and the opening suddenly became more violent.It has spread to half of the cheek, like a bottomless deep hole, oozing dark red blood.

He seemed a little flustered, and immediately lowered his head, covered his cheeks with his sleeves, and said in a muffled voice, "Turn your head away, don't look!"

Zhou Sheng and Xiao Yiyan turned their heads and did not look at him.The moment that beautiful face was broken, he couldn't help but think of a painted skin he saw many years ago.Born without a face, only bones.Constantly tear off the skin of others and use it for yourself.

Can everything obtained in this way be called beautiful?

No matter how beautiful that face is, it is just an illusion.

The room was silent.A bronze censer was placed on the stone platform, with half a stick of saliva burning inside.A faint white mist rises mistyly, enveloping the entire room.

The flames danced and the fragrance filled the air.Zhou Shengxiao held a piece of oracle bone inscriptions in his hand, and was studying the words on it.With his back turned to him, Ji Weiran kept moaning in pain, but he didn't know what he was doing.

Zhou Shengxiao had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't say anything.If, as the old bronze monster said, his life was closely connected with this tomb, then Ji Weiran might be the only one who killed him.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the incense is gone.Ji Weiran's body trembled slightly, and when he finally turned around, the black robe was stained with blood.It's just that face, but it has returned to its former beauty.

"You..." he said dryly.

"Finished?" Zhou Shengxiao raised his head, showing his sharp jaw, "Then let's play chess."

Zhou Shengxiao found a set of jade chess from a corner, probably Ji Wei later collected it.For the rest of my life, it is indeed too lonely to live here alone.He played chess alone, playing a game of chess that he would never win.

After wiping away the dust, the accumulated ash floated in the air, showing a transparent liquid under the shadowy light of the fire.Zhou Shengxiao sat on the stone platform, raised his cuffs, and gently picked up a jade with his jade-like fingers and dropped it.

Ji Weiran let out a long sigh, and then sat down.Once upon a time, he also longed to play chess with his beloved under the peach blossoms in spring.The white clouds fluttered, the breeze blew, and the man lowered his eyes and raised his hands, which always moved his heart.

But times have changed.He is no longer the Ji Weiran he was back then.They have become strangers to each other and are getting farther and farther apart.

This game of chess has been played all day and night, and it is hard to part.

The remnant chess is broken, and the black and white two sons are clearly separated.Both of them are excellent chess players, and they would not choose to give up, so they continued to play.

"Sheng Xiao, I will definitely win this game."

Ji Weiran smiled lightly, his sleeves were scattered, revealing a white arm.He fell sunspots, and the situation changed accordingly, becoming more and more confusing.

Zhou Shengxiao's face remained unchanged, and he made another move, which broke the opponent's game.He was originally very good at chess, but he just realized the hostility after meeting this person in front of him.

The broken emotions in my heart spread bit by bit.Something slowly filled the whole body, and there seemed to be a vague premonition.He frowned slightly, a little confused.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise from far and near.

"Bang!" The voice exploded in my ears.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a man stood among the messy ruins.The white shirt had been stained gray-black, and he was wearing a pair of desert boots, stained with mottled blood.

Against the light and shadow, the man's face could not be seen clearly.Until he gradually walked forward, revealing the bloody and tearful face.

The man held a bronze sword in his left hand. He looked at Zhou Shengxiao, who seemed to be separated by a thousand years, and smiled slightly: "Long time no see."

Ji Weiran stood up in astonishment, and the broken chess pieces on the table fell to the ground, and the chess pieces scattered all over the floor.

The author has something to say:

It's raining today, and I'm writing today's update while listening to a sad radio station.There are many things I want to tell you, but I can't say them all at once.

It's really a long story.

You need to read it patiently.

Good night, sweet dreams.