Escape from the Ghost

"Do not----"

With tears in his eyes, Song Yi watched the shining dagger plunge into Li Zhaoling's heart. With his own shouts, the flames burned more and more intensely, twisted into a stream of fire in the air and rushed to the sky, slowly covering up the lonely man kneeling on the ground in the middle Lonely figure.

Song Yi woke up with a start, only to realize that her face was wet.

"You're awake..." Song Qing, who was in front of him with a concerned face, said while holding Song Yi's hand.

Song Yi suddenly sat up from the bed, took a step back, and looked around cautiously. The wooden frame bed with carved railings under him was exquisitely made. The silk on the bed was soft, and it looked antique. The decoration looked a bit like Su Ningzi's hut .

Song Yi withdrew his hand and said indifferently: "You killed Song Muzhi."

"I didn't!" Song Qingzhi stood up from the bed, looked down at Song Yi, and said, "I never thought of killing him, I...I just want him to stay by my side forever."

Song Yi sneered and said, "But you covered up the cause of his death."

"I thought you would understand after reading everything, but I didn't expect... I'm so naive..."

"Forgive me?" Song Yi got out of bed, stood straight in front of Song Qingzhi and said, "I'll tell you the truth, if a person, no matter who he is, has been dead for 3000 years, what should have passed should have passed long ago, and all regrets , reluctance, should be buried in the loess together. You and Li Zhaoling... Each of you, why do you want to be obsessed with someone who has died long ago? Why don't you let yourself go? Let others go too?"

"Let yourself go? Let others go too?" Song Qingzhi said silently, "It's too late, and you can't go back after some journeys." He met Song Yi's eyes... and stared.

The gaze was familiar yet unfamiliar, but it seemed to have been acquainted. Song Yi was fascinated by it, and after a long time, he murmured: "Are you... Mu An?"

The corners of Song Qingzhi's lips raised, and he said leisurely: "Why do you always forget me? Come, let me see how many things you still forget?"

Song Yi panicked: "What are you going to do?"

Song Qingzhi approached him step by step and said: "People with a lot of forgetfulness are used to avoiding. What right do you have to accuse those of us who never forget? After all, everyone is obsessed. At least I choose to face it, and you... ..." He grabbed Song Yi's arm, sneered, and said, "This abyss of pain should also have your name."

He pushed Song Yi backwards, and Song Yi suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, and the feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit him, which made his face change. The wooden frame bed with carved railings disappeared at some point, and his back was pressed against the cold rock wall .A few dark vines sprang out from the darkness, tightly clasping his wrists and ankles.Song Yi twisted her body and glared fiercely at Song Qingzhi in front of her.

Song Qingzhi approached Song Yi, with low eyes, raised his hand and slid his fingernails across his face, and said, "It's always been... always like this? You just don't want to admit defeat and insist on forcing me to hurt you." He leaned forward, hugged Song Yi lightly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, as I said, I will always wait for you."

He let go abruptly, and looked at Song Yi with burning eyes.

Song Yi was involuntarily attracted by Song Qingzhi's eyes. There seemed to be a deadly attraction deep in this person's pupils, which could pass through Song Yi's yellow eyes and hook his soul straight out, placing him in the darkness .

"Baby... come... come to mommy."

Song Yi stepped on the wooden floor, looked around nervously, and finally walked towards the innermost bedroom, looking for the sound. The sun was warm, shining through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, making people's faces bright and their hearts hot.

He stood on tiptoe, turned the doorknob, and called out tentatively, "Mom..."

"Baby..." The woman was sitting on the ground in a white dress, and the blood stains on the dress were like blossoming red plums, blooming everywhere on the skirt.She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows and slowly raised her head. Her whole face was as white as paper, and two dark yellow eyeballs were embedded in her face, lifeless like the eyes of a dead fish.

But her voice was visibly trembling, looking forward to it.

"Baby, come to Mommy."

Song Yi looked around hesitantly, and walked towards the woman stepping on the meaty blood on the ground.He raised his hand to touch the woman's face, and murmured, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The woman turned her face out of the window, the weather was rarely sunny, the blue sky was like a huge and empty curtain, winding to the distance, slightly gray.

The woman's hand suddenly fell, and Song Yi tremblingly called out: "Mom..." He stuffed his hand into the palm of the woman's lap, the temperature gradually receded, but the touch seemed familiar.

He felt that the life in front of him seemed to have left long ago, but this bloodless face made him feel very familiar, so familiar that he couldn't believe that everything was real.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and as soon as Song Yi turned around, Song Weizhong, who hadn't masked his face for a long time, was hugged tightly in his arms and covered his face. Song Yi was stunned and murmured: "Dad, Mom, she..."

The person holding him was trembling all the time. He put his hand on Song Weizhong's back, patted it lightly and asked, "Is she... dead?"

Song Weizhong's body was stiff, and he stopped trembling immediately, and said, "He's dead."

"Why are you coming back now?"

Why... you just came back now... why...

Song Yi suddenly opened his eyes, tears swelled his eyes sorely, overflowed his eyes, and fell on his face.

Song Qingzhi stood in front of him with her hands behind her back, and said gracefully, "How do you feel?"

Song Yi's face was covered with sweat, as if all the strength had been removed from his body, he hung limply on the vine, and said feebly, "What do you want to prove?"

Song Qingzhi took two steps forward, leaned into Song Yi's ear, and whispered: "Compared to forgetting, greed is a human instinct."

"fart!"

"My good brother, why are you unwilling to give in to me? Look, it was like this before, and it's like this now."

He waved his hand past Song Yi's eyes.

Song Yi slowly closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No...don't..."

Song Qingzhi raised the corner of her mouth and said, "Walking through the scariest past over and over again, I want to see when you are willing to beg me?"

Where the eyes fell was Song Yi's tightly closed eyes and a terrified expression on his face.

Behind the ancient corridor, the entire courtyard was shrouded in a layer of dark mist. Li Zhaoling, Xia Houyong, and Zhao You stood in front of the courtyard gate. Zhao You said, "This is the underground palace?"

Li Zhaoling nodded, holding the Heavenly Battle Halberd and slashing at the barrier.

The entire underground palace suddenly began to tremble violently. Song Qingzhi hugged Song Yi tightly, frowned and slowly rose with the surroundings, the courtyard and pavilion reappeared, the gate opened, and suddenly saw three figures standing at the gate.

Song Yi opened his eyes, and looked at Song Qingzhi weakly with the corners of his mouth raised.

Song Qingzhi said calmly, "Don't worry, we will meet again soon." He held up the piccolo high up, the melody was everywhere, and the cadenced syllables floated out from under his lips, shining blue light. It turned into a ghost beast with four hooves on the ground.

Xia Houyong spread his hands and said, "Here, the power of the netherworld is limited by the land boundary, so why do you have to struggle to your death?"

"is it?"

Song Qingzhi put down his flute and waved his hand as a signal, the ghost beast was ordered to come out, and rushed towards the people in front of him, all of them were extremely fierce.Zhao You took a few steps back and scolded Xia Houyong: "Don't talk if you don't understand, you're pretending to be b!!!"

Xia Houyong looked at Li Zhaoling, who was still dead-faced, dodging left and right but not making a move, and shouted, "It's your wife who needs to be saved, are you going to be polite to your brother-in-law to the end?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingzhi and Li Zhaoling's expressions changed at the same time, they were particularly ugly.

After a few flute sounds, all the ghost beasts rushed towards Xia Houyong.Zhao You stood still, twitching the corners of his mouth and said coldly: "You can't live with your own crimes, don't run to me! I rely on... Xia Houyong!!! Get away!!!"

When the voice fell, the two began to dodge left and right together!

Li Zhaoling flew up into the sky, turned into a ball of silver light and rushed towards Song Qingzhi. Song Qingzhi frowned, and hurriedly backed away. Seeing that the two were about to collide, at the last moment, he finally let go and dropped Song Qingzhi.原Leap up on tiptoe and stand on the roof.

He looked at Li Zhaoling, who was already holding Song Yi in his arms, and said, "I didn't expect him to be so important that you don't even want your life?"

"Ah."

Song Qingzhi gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, the host will give it to you, but... one day, I will bring him back with my own hands."

Zhao You kicked Xia Houyong away, ran to Li Zhaoling's side panting, watched Song Qing's figure gradually disappear, and said, "What else is he planning to do?"

Li Zhaoling shook his head, bit his finger and squeezed out the blood that dripped on Song Yi's lips.

Song Yi's eyelids moved, and finally opened his eyes, but his expression was scattered, and he stared blankly, thinking that he was dreaming.

Li Zhaoling hugged him tightly and said, "I'm sorry..."

Song Yi lay on Li Zhaoling's shoulder, smiled weakly, and said, "It's good to see you..."

"what----"

Li Zhaoling frowned, and when he looked up for the voice, he saw Xia Houyong being chased by five ghost beasts all over the courtyard, his face was covered in black lines.

"boom----"

Suddenly there was a thunder on the dark dome, the black air became heavier and heavier, and the surrounding houses and courtyards began to shake violently. Li Zhaoling said: "The enchantment was broken by Song Qingzhi, and the breath of living people on Song Yi's body cannot be concealed." , we have to get out of here quickly."

With a wave of his arm, the black cloak firmly covered Song Yi.With a kick, he flew into the sky in an instant, and quickly moved towards the side where there was no black air.

The black air gradually approached behind them, and Nether gathered together, following them closely all the time.

A blue light flashed across, and Li Zhaoling swiftly moved away with the Zhantian Halberd. Zhao You said loudly, "Song Yi is so weak, he will be exhausted by Nether before he can leave the realm. I have a place where I can hide for a while. Hurry up!" Come with me!"

They turned around and landed quickly. The blood-yellow river flowed past their feet. Li Zhaoling looked blankly at the reflection in the water and said, "Wangchuan?"

Xia Houyong asked: "It's all broken souls, what are we doing in this unlucky place?"

Zhao You urged Li Zhaoling: "Where is Baipi?"

Li Zhaoling hesitated.

Zhao You said: "Quick!"

The black air in the sky was getting closer and closer, Li Zhaoling reached out to summon Baipi and handed it to Zhao You.

Zhao You slashed across the palm of his hand with the blade, and black blood spilled out. Xia Houyong's expression changed dramatically when he saw it, and he said, "Are you really poisoned?"

Zhao You didn't answer, but took out some hay from his bosom, chewed it, spat it on the wound, and said, "It's the dovetail flower."

Xia Houyong was dumbfounded, and said: "Dovetail flower, the flower of a hundred ghosts."

Zhao You nodded, took the scraps of herbs and threw them into the river, saying: "Let's go." After he finished speaking, he jumped into the river.

Xia Houyong: "..."

Li Zhaoling: "..."

Song translation: "………………"

The flower of a hundred ghosts, suppressing a hundred ghosts.

They sank to the bottom of the river, and after the continuous darkness passed, their eyes suddenly lit up, and within a few minutes, a buoyant force gushed out from the bottom of the water, sending them to the shore.

As soon as they came out of the water, everyone was dumbfounded.

The pavilions, towers and pavilions in front of me seem to be the real general's mansion, with the sky above the head, the moon and stars are sparse, but it is not the desolate night of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Xia Houyong climbed out of the water and said, "So you have been hiding at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, no wonder you can't be found no matter what."

The door of the main hall opened with a "squeak", and Su Ningzi ran out in a hurry, saying, "You guys are back, come in quickly."

Xia Houyong was surprised: "Why are you here?"

Su Ningzi gave Zhao You a meaningful look, and led everyone into the room without answering.

The tables and chairs in the hall are just like the General's Mansion back then, with round columns, carved with wood, climbing from the window edge to the roof. The display is simple, but the atmosphere is tough.

As soon as everyone stepped over the threshold, they saw black lotuses clustered tightly in the center of the house, surrounding the crystal coffin in the middle, and missing the transparent roof. Song Muzhi closed his eyes and lay peacefully in the coffin.

Li Zhaoling tensed up all over, and slowly let go of Song Yi's hand, walked around Hei Lian, and lay on the coffin wall, looking engrossed.

His hands trembled involuntarily, and his eyes gradually turned red.

3000 years passed by suddenly, and he said silently in his heart, in this life, he traveled around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but for meeting you on the way.