Inscription of Different Cases

Han Lang knew that he was dead.

Severe pain came from his throat, and the venom spread to his limbs. He saw with his own eyes that his vision became blurred. He Yijiu rushed towards him, but he couldn't resist, and he couldn't call for help.Burning pain and cold spread through the limbs and bones together, and the two manic and contradictory energies seemed to be engaged in an invisible competition.Pain was everywhere, and the venom burned through his body like hot lava, igniting his internal organs, and then eating him from the inside out.

Then, he couldn't feel anything anymore, his whole body became empty, he seemed to float away from his body, falling and dissipating in the new wind like a collapsed sand.

Death is like the blizzard in June, reducing the momentary warmth to eternal coldness.

Han Lang was at a loss, the death came so abruptly and absurdly.He has so many things that he didn't have time to do, and he wasn't prepared to die at all.He still had an agreement with He Yijiu, he couldn't imagine how angry and desperate he would be after he left.At this moment, he even recalled the days with He Yijiu, it was too short, as if he just stole a gift that did not belong to him, and now he had to return it to the original owner.

It is not so much sadness as confusion.

He didn't know where to go, and he didn't understand why he was still conscious.He looked around and realized for the first time that the world after death was black and blue. Everything in his vision, no matter the sky or the ground, was black and blue like iron ingots.There was nothing around him except him, neither the battlefield nor the crowd existed anymore, everything was so far away as if it was a matter of a previous life.

Is there really a ghost who wants to kill you?

He stood there for a while, waiting for nothing.Then he could only move forward.The sky and the earth are the same color, he does not distinguish between up and down, left and right, and even more backward, he can only walk mechanically, walking for a day, or a month, or a year.

Finally, he stopped.

His vision was not so gloomy. He saw a low blue brick house with a courtyard in front of the door. Some disorderly flowers and plants swayed in the wind.There is also a very small pond, with some dirty water plants floating on it, and beside it stands a stone that looks like an inscription, and when you approach it, there is only the word "Zhi" written on it.

One sticks to one hundred thoughts and lives.

Han Lang wanted to laugh, right?Yes, looking back, isn't that what he was talking about?

He leaned over and stared into the water to prove who he was.However, he became more and more confused. The people in the pool were not the ones he was familiar with, and their facial features had changed a lot, especially the eyes, which were slightly squinted because of confusion, adding a hint of evil of unknown origin.

It's not him anymore.

Han Lang squatted down and looked carefully for a long time, but he still couldn't find even a trace of himself on the face of the person in the water.After watching for a long time, I feel more and more like another person.like who...

Han Lang shuddered, he remembered who it was, the falcon that had appeared in his dream, his real father!

He couldn't help showing a wry smile, he had indeed forgotten that he used the identity of "Han Lang" to steal his life in the world, but he was not Han Lang at all, he was a wandering monster.Now that "Han Lang" is dead and he has turned into a soul, wouldn't he just appear in his original form?

However, this true face is as strange to him as a person who doesn't understand at all.But so what?If he is dead, what will he look like? Will there be any difference?

He left the pool and turned towards the house.The door was ajar, and there was no response from inside.He simply walked in, the room seemed uninhabited, deserted, dusty, like a big cold coffin.He looked around, wondering why no ghost messenger had come to take him away.Is it really good to let him wander around this unknown place like a lonely ghost?

The field of vision is getting darker and hazier, like being poured a cup of overnight tea, revealing a strange sense of staleness.Then he saw a steep staircase extending to a deep place underground, and there were some small sounds coming from inside.That's it.Han Lang thought to himself.Going down, maybe it is the road to the underworld that leads to the underworld.

He stood here, but hesitated, and couldn't help but look back.At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the ear: "Han Lang."

He looked back sideways, and there was a familiar Taoist in the distance.The voice of the other party seemed to come from a very far away place, illusory and ethereal.

"If you go on, you really can't come back."

Han Lang stopped abruptly.

"Do you remember who I am?"

Han Lang was at a loss, he felt like he knew it, but his head seemed to be rusted, and he couldn't react.

"Do you remember why you died?"

Han Lang seemed to recall something, and stood there with his head bowed, without any answer.

The Taoist approached him, his figure gradually became clear, and suddenly grabbed his hand, trying to pull him out.

"Come with me."

Han Lang wanted to take a step, but his feet seemed to be fixed on the ground, unable to move.

"He's still waiting for you."

As soon as the Taoist finished speaking, some intermittent voices seemed to be coming from a distant place, and a picture appeared in front of Han Lang's eyes, but it seemed to have become burnt yellow, old and fragile due to the passage of time, as if it had been a lifetime away.He saw a person who was going to spend his whole life with him, that person was standing against the door, looking at him quietly, the smile on his face was light and bright, like a warm wind.Han Lang only felt that his head was so chaotic as if he had an incomprehensible dream, and the voice of that person came from his ear, like every ordinary morning, he was waking himself up: "Ah Lang? Wake up, I'm going to lift the quilt if I'm sorry."

Han Lang suddenly felt overwhelmed. When he tried to walk towards that person, the other person's figure disappeared.

"...Is he okay?"

"It's not good." The Taoist replied quietly.

Han Lang lowered his head and found that the dark tunnel seemed to have grown countless vines, tightly binding his feet.

"I can't go."

"Because you haven't let go yet."

"Let go?" Han Lang became more and more puzzled.

"Do you feel that your life expectancy is approaching because of the bitter fruit brewed by excessive attachment?" The other party's voice was rustling.

Han Lang was stunned. When he saw that word, he did have such thoughts.

"You are dead, he can't live alone."

"..."

"Although God is good at life, if he dies, there is nothing I can do."

"..."

"The bondage will only come from yourself, no one will force you, and no one will accuse you," the Taoist sighed heavily, "Everything is impermanent, and the living must have its end, so why are you in such a hurry? ?”

Han Lang opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, making it difficult to utter a sound.He could only move his dead tongue with difficulty, concentrating on making every sound, as if every word was a catastrophe, and he needed to get through it meticulously.

The Taoist waited quietly for him to finish his sentence.

"Take me back."

The other party seemed to be smiling.

Han Lang fell silent for a long time, and gradually took a step closer to his figure.It was as if a fire appeared in the cold room, and a warm feeling spread all over his body.And the Taoist had already stretched out a hand to him, which was firmly held by him.

A team of a hundred people galloped across the wilderness like flying, and the sharp sound of hoofbeats raised dust, billowing like thick smoke.The spy was keenly aware of this scene, and with a little effort, he landed steadily back to Mo Chen's side: "General, the virtuous king has left."

Mo Chen said coldly: "It's just in time."

He has experienced hundreds of battles, King Zhao and King Xian have fought for so many years, and he also understands his brother's disposition quite well. The moment they received the secret report, they all said categorically: "This must be a bait, the King Xian walked by water .”

Wei Shangshu hurriedly asked: "Is anyone watching the waterway?"

"Yes," Zhao Wang smiled slightly, "he can't escape."

Without He Dimu, the hostages also died. Although Xiao Shaoqing's assassination plan severely damaged the other party, King Xian didn't have many chess pieces to use.Moreover, some recent reliable information showed that the emperor he was looking for was not dead or missing, but was probably hiding in Mo Chen's military camp.The bad news this brought to him was almost devastating. With his strength, it was impossible for him to enter the enemy camp and forcibly force the palace.Now that he is completely at a disadvantage, he can only evacuate first, regroup, and then look for opportunities.

His goal is still Shui Qi, no matter whether the people of Shui Qi use him as a pawn or as a shield, he has nowhere to go in the Central Plains and can only temporarily hide in the Western Regions.As long as he boarded the Shuiqi people's boat, he would be safe.He knew that Mo Chen and the others must be waiting for him to escape, so he divided the large army into several groups, attracting the opponent's attention from different directions, disguised himself, boarded a small boat with a few cronies, and sailed slowly along the river go.

The river is misty and misty. Although there have been several heavy snowfalls, the duration is not long, and the river has not yet frozen.After taking the medicine, King Xian rested for a while, and led the people to patrol around again to make sure that the situation on the boat was normal.He was indeed about to become a frightened bird, the enemy was too cunning and almost pervasive.He especially hated those guys with strange magic, whether it was monsters, assassins, Taoist priests, or the heads of Jianghu sects, they were so annoying that they repeatedly sabotaged his tricks.

Without them, his throne would have been secured long ago.

So he was overjoyed when he heard the good news that Han Lang died and the others were injured.Originally, I felt sorry for Xiao Shaoqing's death, but now I feel that his death was worth it.The enemy lost so many people, and it must not be much better than himself.Later, he also heard that the monster had provoked the gods, so he didn't quite believe it, but he still passed on the word that it was an auspicious omen to help him ascend the throne.Although the subordinates were skeptical, they still praised him lavishly, which made him feel at ease, as if it was not him who was fleeing down the river, but his opponent.

At this moment, the soldiers standing guard on the watchtower on the top of the ship suddenly rang the gong. The sound of "Dangdang" was extremely ear-piercing and frightening.King Xian's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked sideways upwards. The sentry soldiers were rushing down to make gestures, saying that they had found the enemy upstream.

King Xian made enough preparations, but he still didn't expect that the enemy would use two approaches to reverse the situation again.He secretly cursed, and said sharply: "Get ready to meet the enemy!"

There are not many troops on the shore, only the vanguard, hundreds of people at most.There are more than a dozen warships in the rear, but King Xian is on a fast ship. The wind direction is right now, and the ship is equipped with bow and arrow troops. The enemy should not be able to attack in a short time.

King Xian still maintained his confidence. He was sure that he would have enough time to get rid of the enemy and evacuate. "Hold the rudder!" he ordered loudly. "Ready the bow and arrow!"

The archers have bent their bows and set their arrows, and the boats are moving through the waves in the river at an extremely fast speed.As expected, the vanguard troops on the shore went into the water. The Xian Wang smiled coldly and ordered: "Shoot the arrows!"

The strong wind caused many bows and arrows to lose their aim, but a large number of arrows still fell into the enemy's ranks.It was difficult for people hiding in the water to dodge, and the river immediately turned bright red.The virtuous king showed a smile that he was determined to win, thinking that this trick was too tender.

Immediately after the boat turned around and entered a slightly narrow river mouth, the virtuous king put away his smile and was shocked to see hundreds of people and more horses on the river bank waiting quietly on both sides of the river. Sideways, just waiting for his boat, countless densely packed ropes were immediately thrown out, each of which was tied with a barb, and accurately trapped his hull.The boat slowed down, and the people on the shore were waving their horsewhips and shouting: "Everyone pull back!"

"Cut the rope!"

No need for King Xian to remind, all the soldiers on board were doing this, and everyone screamed for a while, even if a part of the rope was cut, there were still new ones being thrown over.King Xian was about to speak when suddenly the ship shook violently and made a frightening "creak".The Xian Wang glanced across the river, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of people swimming in the water. The leader was as light and nimble as a white fish. As soon as the Xian Wang recognized that it was Zhuzhen, he heard a cry from his subordinates: "Your Highness! Ship, The bottom of the boat is gouged!"

King Xian panicked and didn't know which way to go.The battleship behind was getting closer and closer, and he had already seen the enemy standing above with his own eyes.His own ship quickly entered the opponent's range, and the arrows rained down. The Xian Wang hid in a hidden place in a hurry, and suddenly saw the dark clouds covering the sun, and something was coming through the sky.

It was a huge black falcon bird.

The falcon flapped its wings, and the gust of wind blowing people on the deck continuously into the water.Several people jumped off his back, including He Yijiu, Ruan Ping, Mo Chen and his personal guards.There was a scuffle on the deck, when Zhuzhen boarded the ship, he wiped the water on his face, and led the people into the battle.King Xian couldn't help shrinking further away. In his panic, he saw that the falcon had regained its human body, but it had a completely unfamiliar face.King Xian had never met this person before, and felt that although his aura was somewhat familiar, there was always an unspeakable evil spirit between his eyebrows and eyes.

Who is he! ?

King Xian didn't know this person, and then he saw several swords cutting towards this person with his own eyes, but directly passed through his body.He seemed to be only a shadow, which spread out and gathered in another place.At this moment, He Yijiu ran "Feng Buyan" towards the man, and shouted: "A-Lang! Catch it!"

It turned out to be Han Lang? !King Xian's eyes widened, but he didn't know how to react.Isn't Han Lang dead? Could it be that this - is a ghost? !

But He Yijiu could touch him, Mo Chen, Zhu Zhen, and the teammates around him could touch him, but the enemy couldn't hurt him at all.King Xian was completely confused, but he also knew that there was a more important thing now, escape!

He turned and ran towards the edge, trying to jump overboard, but he saw in despair that the enemy ships were already standing alongside them.Because his own ship was sinking, the other party was already condescendingly looking down on him.Wei Shangshu was among them, but there was a person standing beside him, whose appearance was extremely familiar.

King Xian took a deep breath: "It's you?!"

That person has washed off his disguise, he is no longer Wei Shangshu's manservant, and exudes the aura of a Ninth Five-Year Supreme.He said coldly: "King Xian, your army has been defeated like a mountain. Hundreds of disciples and dead soldiers have been wiped out. The imperial forest army that you instigated to rebel has also surrendered. Are you still going to capture him without a fight?"

King Xian snorted and said, "Don't be too happy, even if I am a ghost, I will come back and bite your throat!"

After finishing speaking, he drew out his saber, screamed, and rushed towards the opponent.However, before he boarded the ship, the archer had already bent his bow and set his arrow, and He Yijiu and others behind him also rushed forward like a tide.In an instant, he spurted blood from his mouth, and his whole body was nailed like a hedgehog. Finally, he glared at the emperor angrily, and fell into the water slumped.

The river water briefly glowed a deep red, and then gradually dissipated.