Reborn as the shadow of the old Gong

In the dark and damp forest, under the towering trees that covered the sky and the sun, Mo Jingxuan was floating in the air, looking down at the man kneeling on the rotten leaves holding a bone.

The man I haven't seen for a long time is still as silent as before, but his face is no longer what Mo Jingxuan remembered. At this moment, the breath of the man is like that of a dead person, without the fluctuation that a living person should have.

Looking at such a man, Mo Jingxuan felt an indescribable soreness in his heart. At this moment, he thought how much his soul could shed tears...

How I wish my soul could cry, even if he is a man, as long as, as long as it can relieve the sourness and regret in my heart... let him do whatever.

It has been nearly three years, neither reincarnated nor dissipated, he has been trapped in this desolate place like a virgin forest in the state of a soul for nearly three years, but the man still found him, even if there is only one bone left, the man still relies on With that little clue, he recognized him.

"Xiao..." Mo Jingxuan slowly floated towards the man, the violent ups and downs of emotions caused the body in the state of soul to fluctuate for the first time in a long time.

Reaching out to touch the man's thin cheek, it penetrated as expected. Even so, Mo Jingxuan still caressed the man's face over and over again, even though they didn't have any real contact with each other, "Xiao... go back... go back... ..."

The breeze blew through the leaves, bringing up a rustling sound, mixed with Mo Jingxuan's inner call, as far away as the last echo of an echo, like a dream, like a hallucination.

The man with his head down suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky in a daze, with a flash of uncertainty in his eyes, "Is that you, Jing Xuan?"

The few people who stood far away and didn't get close all had sadness in their eyes when they saw the man raised his head and called that man's name.

"He's already dead..." the only woman among the group murmured.

"Jingxuan..." The man bowed his head in disappointment when he didn't get an answer, and submerged himself in the darkness again.

"Go back...live well...go back..." Mo Jingxuan called in his heart over and over again, hoping for a miracle to happen again.

The wind blew slowly again as he wished, and the rustling sound helped Mo Jingxuan bring the words he wanted to convey to the man, "Go back...live well..."

The man raised his head again, and this time he clearly heard "Jing Xuan, are you there?" The man's voice was hoarse, and his tone was cautious, as if a little louder would scare someone away.

"Go back...go back...live well..." Youyuan's voice sounded again and again.

This time everyone heard it, but compared to the man's eyes that suddenly brightened, they rubbed their hairy arms.

The man shook his head slightly towards the sky, his dead-like and indifferent eyes rubbed a little water at this moment, "Jing Xuan, come back with me, okay? Medicine, I will be quiet, as long as you are still well, I will not lock you up, I can lock myself up, I will not be out of control when I lock myself up, after that you can go wherever you want, wherever you want Okay, as long as...as long as you promise to come back to me...you can go anywhere you want? No, no, you can only stay by my side, you can't leave my side, no, you can't leave, Can’t leave, I won’t allow you to leave, do you hear me!!”

The forest was quiet, only the rustling of leaves occasionally sounded, and no one responded to the man's words, as if everything he heard just now was just an illusion.

Xiao Ying repeated his words, and began to talk to himself in agitation, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he lowered his head slowly, looking blankly at the bone in his arms, as if suddenly realizing something, the expression on his face changed. The pain seemed to turn into substance, "I killed you, I killed you..." As he spoke, the man could no longer control himself, buried his face in the bone in his arms, and let out a painful roar like a beast from his throat With a sound, drops of transparent liquid ran across the cheeks, soaking the white bones in his arms.

"Xiao...forgive you, forgive you..." The way the man roared in pain brought Mo Jingxuan back to his senses, he could only say forgive over and over again, trying to call back the man who was already a little delirious.

If souls could embrace...

How I wish that the soul could hug, even for a second, and let him comfort the man who was on the verge of collapse, even if he just vanished into ashes... It is also willing.

The roar gradually subsided, Xiao Ying raised her head and looked at the bones in her arms, and slowly brushed her fingertips across the cold cheeks of the bones, with a bitter and crazy arc drawn from the corner of her mouth: "Heh...Jing Xuan, look, even if you become After this, I still want to take you home and lock you up, I can't control my obsession to lock you by my side, do you think I'm really sick, huh?" In response, Xiao Ying didn't care too much: "Maybe I was sick when I was still a teenager... You should hate my behavior the most, right? It's okay, just like before, you can beat me, beat me hard, As long as you don't leave me, you can do whatever you want."

After a moment of silence, Xiao Ying grabbed the bone-boned hand in his bosom, and ruthlessly stabbed at his thin cheek. The moment the flesh of his face touched the sharp hand bone, his flesh was ripped apart, dripping with blood, which shows the strength, but the man As if he couldn't feel the pain, he still stabbed the bone hard in the face one by one.

"Tranquilizer!! Hurry up, hurry up, he's out of control." Seeing that the person kneeling there was not in the right condition, Xia Qifan, who had been standing quietly in the distance, anxiously urged Xia Qifan who was rummaging through his backpack.

"Found it!" Xia Qifan shook his hands, holding the syringe. In the small transparent glass bottle, the tiny syringe was filled instantly, and he pushed the syringe forward again. Then he exhaled, quickly approached and still tortured himself. people.

"Ah..." The man's appearance stimulated Mo Jingxuan, who was in a state of soul, holding his head and rolling in the air in pain. The scenes from the past kept repeating in his mind, the grumpy man locked him up, possessed him, so many Day and night, but never really hurt him, the taciturn and silent man always let him fight and kick him madly, until he was exhausted...

During these years of being imprisoned, except for the unspeakable place, he is always intact, but the man has never had a piece of good skin, and in severe cases, he even has broken bones. He used to hate it, so he never went to see men. Heart, after escaping, he understood the world without him, but it was too late, everything was too late "Ah..." Mo Jingxuan wailed, the soul rolling in the air trembled violently, until the soul disappeared in the air. In the air... like it never existed.

And the man holding the bones below was completely mad at the same time, his face was bloody and bloody, he still repeated the movements of his hands again and again, until a long and thin needle was stuck in his neck, and the man slowly closed his eyes. Eyes, the body leaned on the person who had been preparing behind him all the time, but the bones in his arms did not slip off at all, and they were tightly attached to the chest, as if they had grown there in the first place.

And what no one noticed was that the blood dripping from the man on the bones was melting into the bones little by little, and the white bones were dyed a bright and strange red, not because of the rubbing of the clothes. Does not fade in the slightest.