Forgotten by Death

It was dawn, and the thin Izumo sun illuminated the largest slave square in the city.

The warm golden color covered the thick stone bricks and rough steps on the square little by little, illuminating the dry black blood seeping into the depths of the wooden cage, bypassing the rough and cold ropes, and finally sprinkled on the high fire frame. On the tail of the hair, there is a touch of golden color.

That smear of gold fell on the back of his slender and pale neck, the rope was deeply drawn into the skin under the clothes, causing redness and swelling, the long eyelashes were always drooping, and did not respond to any gaze that looked over.

After the little crow was full, it flew around in the air and landed on the city wall. It tilted its head, pecked at its own feathers, and looked curiously at the crowds in the square.

Then I saw the man in the dungeon last night. He was tied to the top, and the people below were stacking firewood. What were they doing?

The crow wanted to fly closer to see clearly, it spread its wings and flew towards the handsome man, landing on his shoulder.

He moved, turned his head to look at it, and also saw the lock of hair on its ankle.

"Go play elsewhere, don't come here."

The crow felt that he understood it, but he didn't. The man's eyes were very calm, but he felt so sad for some reason.

The crow moved closer to him and stood still.They were surrounded by soldiers with swords in their hands, and there were layers of onlookers.Hearing that the person who poisoned has been caught, those people didn't care about the isolation and infection, and rushed forward with their heads moving, scrambling to see the end of the devil.

An Mo stood on the high fire frame, looking at the familiar wooden cage platform in front of him. He was taken back by Yun Xi in this kind of place, but he never expected to return to the original point one day.

The fire ignited, starting from the bottom layer, slowly rising into the sky with thick smoke.The little crow was frightened. It stared wide-eyed at the flame in front of it, flapped its wings and flew to the distance, but didn't fly far, looking at An Mo through the thick smoke. "Let's go, don't come here."

The crow was stunned, and the lock of hair on its ankle was suddenly burned. It was so frightened that it flew out of the square with two screams, and fled to a further place.

An Mo watched the little bird fly away with a smile on his face, and after looking away, he met Yun Xi's eyes on the opposite side.

He stared at An Mo expressionlessly, his lips pursed into a stiff arc, and he watched the fires spread from below to upwards, approaching An Mo.

Yun Xi stared sullenly for a while, and finally walked down the stone steps uncontrollably and gave a final warning to An: "It's too late to regret it now, An, take out the medicine, and I will save you after saving everyone! Just trust me once, okay?" good!"

An looked at him silently, the high temperature distorted the surrounding air, and Yun Xi's face gradually changed shape behind the flames.His face is constantly changing, strange and familiar, just like every life, every face is different, just like An Mo himself, who deceived him for two lives with a puppet.

Maybe it's because of the karmic retribution, but this time he used his real body, but he couldn't recognize it...

No, he was also right, he recognized the real Ji Yang, not himself, the acting double.

In the last life, this person who was inexplicably involved in his own world taught him a lot, and it almost made him unable to tell what was true and what was false.

Fortunately, his final choice gave him an epiphany. Xie Zexi loves Ji Yang from the beginning to the end. Even if Ji Yang is just a puppet, he still clings to it. How can he empathize with him so stupidly that he can't get out?

One life for another, now he wants to exchange his own life for Ji Yang, it's fine, it's good.

An Mo never wanted to admit that she was moved, but at this moment, seeing him standing beside Luo Yi and swinging a long knife at her, the pain in his heart couldn't be ignored.

This ridiculous experience actually got a heart!The part of the chest that lacked the god bone was vibrating together with the heart, and every stroke felt like a knife-cut pain.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Yun Xi finally couldn't bear it anymore, she couldn't keep her calm any longer, she wished she could rush up and beat that man up!

Why would you rather die than hand over the antidote?Is he really not a poisoner?But last night he clearly admitted it!He was the one who saved Shen Qing!

Yun Xi's mind was so messed up that he couldn't make sense of it, and An, who was in front of him and wanted to die, had already driven him into a desperate situation.

He came to this world to look for Luo Yi, but he got involved with a stranger that shouldn't be, emotionally and physically, he couldn't explain clearly, and he didn't want to understand.

After tossing three generations, he didn't want to turn himself into a joke!It is enough to make him depressed from seeking revenge to being soft-hearted and submissive to feelings. If he changes his heart and empathizes with others, what is he tossing about in the past three lives?It's fine to reincarnate directly and find another lover, why bother to hold on to Ji Yang so much!He had 1 reasons to hypnotize himself to let go of the person in front of him, but the tongue of fire burned not firewood, but his heart!

"An——" Yun Xi finally yelled at him in despair, the eyes that An looked over were empty and numb, and he couldn't wake him up at all!

Waves of heat hit An Mo, scalding his skin so painfully, and the pores on his face tightened, so tight that they were about to dry out and hurt.

With the loud help of the onlookers, the fire became more and more fierce, and soon burned to the feet.An Mo was so swollen that he had to squint his eyes. He stared at the front in a daze, where Yun Xi's face had completely changed, and he was hastily ordering the people around him to say something loudly, but unfortunately he couldn't hear up.

The crackling and crackling of the firewood blocked all the surrounding sounds, and death was screaming, trying to devour everything in front of it.

In the roiling heat wave, An Mo wondered if he was going to die, otherwise why would he be dazzled and have hallucinations.

He suddenly couldn't feel the scorching heat, and the tumbling flames in front of his eyes suddenly calmed down and stopped moving. The flames seemed to be covered with a pool of transparent barriers, and layers of clear ripples appeared with a slight touch.

He saw a white figure walking slowly on the flames, with waves falling from every step, and countless red fireworks swaying under his feet, like bright fire lotus blossoms.

An Mo's eyes turned red, and after a while, he let out a hoarse voice from his throat: "Brother——"

Lanti's appearance has changed a lot. He is no longer the elegant and handsome man in blue clothes with a high crown and hair. He is wearing a simple and casual white robe. His long untied hair hangs down to his waist, and his skin is paler and colorless.

He walked up to An Mo step by step, a little angry and a little helpless: "You don't want your body anymore, do you?"

An Mo looked at his brother who was thinking day and night and his nose was sour, and he couldn't hold it anymore: "Brother, you are back, how do you know I'm here?"

Lanti spread her hands, and on it was the strand of hair that was burnt on the little crow's ankle: "I'm the only younger brother, Meng Ling is always on your body, I know you don't have hair."

An Mo lowered his head: "Brother..."

"I don't want to ask you, if you don't want to say it, just don't say it, come back with me, let's settle the account you gave me privately."

An Mo's head dropped even lower, the rope on his body was broken inch by inch, and his feet stepped on the flat ground. Lanti reached out to hold him, held him firmly, and took him home.

After a few steps, An Mo turned his head, and in the illusion created by his brother behind him, the fire on the wooden platform had already devoured "himself" on the fire frame. Yun Xi suddenly rushed in to scrape away the burning firewood, and was dragged back by everyone in panic. His frightened and painful face became the last image left by An Mo in this life.

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The seventh floor of the underworld, the extremely cold hell

Nether Crow squatted outside the ice cave, holding a very thin feather, trying to stuff it into the ice crevice, trying to squeeze the feather in through the tight gap.Ye Shen wrapped him in layer after layer of cotton clothes, even so that little face was still red from the cold.

"It's useless, it's impossible to fit it in, what kind of place do you think this is, and it allows you to successfully cheat?"

Ming Crow cried and said with a mournful face: "Then what should I do, it's so cold outside, let alone inside! 300 years, what should I do if my master freezes out of nowhere? Woooooo... His bones have just recovered, and his body hasn't recovered yet. Well, if you fall to the root of the disease again, ah ah my poor master!"

He really just wanted to send the feather in. As long as it could be stuffed in, the feather would wrap An Mo tightly and bring him warmth. It couldn't stand the terrible suffering of its master!

Ye Shen reluctantly hugged him into his arms, and wiped away the tears all over his face, for fear of freezing his little face: "Don't cry, he made such a serious mistake, punishment is inevitable, and it is impossible to avoid some crimes." It's hard to convince everyone, let's go back first and see if Lanti can go to Pluto to intercede again."

"But the master has been demoted to the priesthood, and he won't even be regarded as the righteous god of the Death Temple in the future. The punishment is too severe."

"In the future, you can make up for your mistakes and get promoted. It is important to find a way to shorten the punishment time of the cold prison. Let's go..."

Ming Crow reluctantly left, looking back countless times along the way to see the thin figure deep in the ice cave.

The icy and snowy cold prison is full of snow and never stops for a moment. In the thousand-year-old prison is the cold that can shatter bones. An Mo is sealed in layers and endures the extreme cold day and night.

Punish him for his fault of dereliction of duty and dereliction of duty, and also punish him for moving the heart that shouldn't be moved...

Volume [-] Depths of the Abyss