Don't go back to hometown

Cold... bone-crushing cold...

Jiang Xianyu was lying in the cold and damp dungeon, his limbs were cold and stiff, his hoarse throat was filled with the astringent smell of bitter ginseng, the torture wounds all over his body were bloody, and his white clothes were soaked in blood.

What day is this?

He was trapped in the dungeon day and night, and he couldn't remember the days.

It seemed to be raining outside, and the rain seeped into the dungeon along the cracks in the brick wall, soaking the straw under him.

The air in the prison was getting colder and damper, with the smell of blood, and the stench was unpleasant.

He has long been numb from the pain, his body is getting colder, his eyelids are getting heavier, and his consciousness is gradually blurring...

In a daze, he seemed to hear his father's voice——

"Don't shake." His father's big warm hand pressed on his small shoulders, "The horse stance lasts for half an hour before you can rest."

"Ah? Then how long will it be?" He looked up at his tall and stalwart father, and his height barely reached his father's knee.

His father rubbed his head and scolded him in a warm voice: "It's early! Your brother didn't cry tired after practicing for an hour."

He followed his father's line of sight to see his ten-year-old elder brother practicing martial arts with a long knife, sweating profusely, and he didn't forget to turn around to coax him, "Hold on, Xiao Yu, mother said to cook mung bean soup for us later."

"real?!"

He jumped up in joy, but his father held his shoulders and pressed him down again, telling him not to move around.

As he steadied his horse, he showed off to the little boy who was practicing martial arts beside him, "Xie Cheng, let me tell you, my mother's mung bean soup is really sweet!"

Facing the warm and hot sun, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but in his memory, Xie Cheng smiled at him.

Is it a dream?

It must be a dream, otherwise how could it be so warm...

……

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! You dare to doze off when you're on an errand, it's really audacious!"

"Ouch! Brother Shou, Brother Shou, why are you here so late?"

A harsh curse woke Jiang Xianyu up, he jerked and opened his eyes.

The expected pain that affected the wound did not come, he only felt lightness all over his body, and slowly floated up.

How, how come?

Jiang Xianyu looked down at himself who stood up again, his eyes were astonished—his limbs and veins had already been severed, how could he still stand up?

In front of him is still the familiar dungeon, the wounds on the wrists and arms can be seen deep into the bones, the flesh and blood are turned out, and the feet——

Jiang Xianyu finally noticed something strange, his body was indistinct below his knees, and his body was suspended in the air, a few inches off the ground!

And there was a scarred blood man lying on his feet, facing him sideways, his handsome face was covered with bloodstains, his complexion was blue and gray, and he was lifeless——

This is clearly what he looks like!

Is he... out of his wits?

"Hurry up and cheer me up! If the prince sees it, none of you will be able to see the sun tomorrow!"

Cursing continued to be heard outside the cell, and several people begged for mercy, Jiang Xianyu vaguely recognized the voices of several guards.

The man who was called "Brother Shou" by the guard said impatiently again: "Okay! Take that kid to the execution room, and the prince will personally come to interrogate him."

Jiang Xianyu shuddered when he heard the word "torture room", the severe pain in his memory hit his mind, and his frail soul trembled fiercely.

The guard paused after hearing the words: "Return to the trial? The 28 sentence has been given twice, how can ordinary people stand it? But the kid was stunned. He didn't know what to ask, and he probably didn't know. How else can he go to trial?"

Brother Shou said sharply: "Shut up! Is this something you can manage?"

The guard didn't dare to speak again, and repeated his voice in response, walking towards the cell.

Jiang Xianyu was startled, and subconsciously drifted to the corner, but the cell was completely visible, and there was nowhere to hide——

However, the two guards who came in didn't seem to see him at all, they opened the cell door and went straight to the bloody man lying on the ground.

"Hey! Wake up." The guard kicked the blood man on the ground, but there was no response from him.

Another guard directly grabbed the blood man by the back collar and lifted him up, "Hey! You kid——"

The ashen face of the blood man was revealed, and the two guards froze for a moment, looking at each other in astonishment.

One of the guards quickly touched the bloody man's neck, his hands were icy cold, he shivered, looked at his companion tremblingly, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck! It's cold!"

Another guard gasped, tremblingly stretched out his index finger towards the tip of the man's nose——

"What are you doing so slowly? Why don't you hurry up and bring him out!"

Brother Shou waited impatiently, walked in cursing, saw the movements of the two guards, his expression changed suddenly, and he asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

The guard stammered, "Shou, Brother Shou, no, I'm out of breath..."

Brother Shou's expression suddenly became severe: "Who the hell is out of breath?"

The two guards jumped away in fright, pointing at the bloody man who fell straight on the ground, "He, he, he, he is out of breath!"

Brother Shou rushed to the bloody man on the ground, sniffed his breath, and cursed in a low voice.

Jiang Xianyu finally understood the current situation——

he died.

He actually died? !

Jiang Xianyu didn't know whether he should feel wronged or sad, or resigned to grief, or rejoicing that he was freed, so absurdly, miserable, humiliated——

died.

"Tell you to watch carefully, why don't you lose your breath!"

Brother Shou was so angry that he kicked at the two guards, gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that the two of you swallowed the ginseng that was given to hang him?"

"You little one dare, Shouge!"

The two guards plopped down on the ground, begging for mercy while grabbing Brother Shou's trouser legs, "Half an hour ago, the little one fed him ginseng slices and warm water! Who would have thought that the brothers squinted their eyes, and he was already completely cold." ah!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Okay!" Brother Shou gritted his teeth and kicked the two of them away, "Invite the doctor from the mansion over, and I will report to the prince."

"Ah?" The guard was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at the corpse on the ground, "Brother Shou, he, can he still be saved?"

Brother Shou: "Shut up! If you are told to go, go! It is up to you whether it will be saved or not?"

The two guards had an epiphany and ran outside.

Brother Shou glanced at the corpse on the ground, stomped his feet with a bitter face, and ran out of the cell.

Unexpectedly, just after running two steps, he bumped into another group of people descending from the stone steps to the dungeon.

"What a formality to be in a panic!"

Hearing this not-so-unfamiliar voice, Jiang Xianyu, who had turned into a ghost, felt his heart tighten. He slowly floated outside the cell, stood under the dimly lit porch, and looked at the person who made the sound.

I saw a man with a lantern in his left and a wet umbrella in his right, sternly reprimanding Brother Shou and others.

"If you offend the master, which one of you will be able to afford it!"

This person has a beardless face and a shrill voice, he is one of the torturers who interrogated Jiang Xianyu in the past few days.

Jiang Xianyu's soul showed fear, and he couldn't help but retreat into the cell, completely forgetting that he was just a ghost now and would not be seen by the living.

And Brother Shou, who was at the bottom of the steps, saw the man behind the man carrying the lamp, and hurriedly rushed forward and knelt down to beg for mercy: "My lord, forgive me! My lord, forgive my sin! This servant lost his sense because he was in a hurry to report back to the lord. That kid in the prison... ... That kid is probably in trouble!"

Several guards knelt down on the ground after him, silent like a cicada.

The face of the squeaking man who spoke earlier changed suddenly, and he turned sideways, the lantern in his hand illuminated the rear, revealing the true face of the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes hidden in the darkness.

When Jiang Xianyu's soul saw that person, his pupils shrank, and his memory surged out—even though the other person looked elegant and gentle, he had a terrifying artifice inside.

The man in the fancy dress didn't speak, but tilted his head slightly.The guard with the knife behind him immediately jumped down the steps and rushed into the cell.

But in the blink of an eye, he returned with Jiang Xianyu's body, bowed and said, "My lord, the body is stiff, and it lasted at least an hour."

The guards who were kneeling on the ground trembled suddenly, and buried their heads lower guiltily.

The man in the Chinese costume caught a glimpse of this scene, his eyes darkened, and he closed his eyes.

The guards with the knives immediately stepped forward, raised the knives in their hands and dropped them. The guards didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were decapitated.

The hot blood splattered on Brother Shou's face, making his eyes go dark.

The cold wind and humidity poured down from the steps, and everyone didn't dare to breathe, and looked carefully at the man in Chinese clothes.

After a while, the man in Chinese clothes opened his eyes and glanced at Jiang Xianyu's body.

Seeing this, the man with a squeaky voice lowered his voice and spoke cautiously: "Master, this corpse...?"

The man in Chinese clothes was silent for a moment, then he sneered slightly, "Hang it outside the government office."

Jiang Xianyu's soul trembled again when he heard the words, his whole body felt cold!

This man... didn't even spare his corpse!

The man with a squeaky voice beside him couldn't help but speculate: "Master, do you want to lure his accomplice into arrest?"

The man in Chinese clothes glanced at him coldly.

The man with a squeaky voice paused, and hurriedly slapped his mouth: "Oh! Look at how stupid this slave is! This slave understands."

They have been catching the prisoner for so many days, and no one has come to rescue him at all. Presumably, this person has long been regarded as an outcast by his accomplices. Now there is only a corpse left, let alone anyone care.

The only remaining value is to deter those Xiaoxiao who hide in the dark.

At this point, the man in Chinese clothes retracted his gaze, turned around and climbed up the steps.

Just two steps away, there was a rush of footsteps above the steps.

"My lord!"

A group of guards armed with knives rushed in, looking anxious, "There are assassins breaking into the palace at night, there are a lot of people, please leave the side door with your lord."

The complexion of the man in Chinese clothes changed, he pulled out the saber from the guard's waist, and strode away.

The man with a squeaky voice and a group of guards quickly followed behind.

The dungeon was suddenly empty.

Brother Shou got up tremblingly, looked up at the movement on the stone steps, waited for a while, then picked up Jiang Xianyu's body, and walked up the stone steps carefully.

Jiang Xianyu's soul couldn't help frowning, and followed.

It was raining heavily in the dark night outside, and the howling autumn wind blew the lanterns under the eaves helplessly, and they were extinguished in an instant.

All the guards near the dungeon were transferred to defend against the assassins. Brother Shou easily left the dungeon and walked out of the yard with Jiang Xianyu's body on his shoulders.

After walking a few steps, he encountered a group of masked men in black holding swords, and surrounded Brother Shou.

The lone soul following Brother Shou subconsciously raised his hand in a defensive posture, but found that the eyes of the group of men in black were not on him.

Jiang Xianyu finally realized that he had really become a lonely ghost invisible to the living.

I saw the group of bloody men in black all looking at the corpse on Brother Shou's back in unison.

Brother Shou hurriedly unloaded the man, and the leader of the man in black immediately dropped his bloody sword and rushed forward, catching the body firmly.

But Brother Shou sighed: "It's a step too late, he's out of breath."

The man in black flickered, hugged the person in his arms and knelt down on one knee, raised his eyes to look at Brother Shou, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Jiang Xianyu's soul looked at the only eyebrows and eyes of the other party, and was extremely surprised: "Xie Cheng?!"

How could he be here? !

The man seemed to hear Jiang Xianyu's voice, and suddenly turned his head to look at his soul.

Through the rain curtain, Jiang Xianyu saw his eyes clearly——

These eyes, which he was all too familiar with, were blood-smeared at the corners of the eyes at the moment, and the eyes were red, staring at the direction where he was.

At that moment, Jiang Xianyu even thought that he saw his own soul, and couldn't help walking towards him.

But Xie Cheng didn't see him.

He only regarded the voice that flashed by his ear just now as an illusion, and looked down at the cold corpse in his arms.

His teeth were trembling, the hand holding Jiang Xianyu trembled slightly, his blood-stained hand lightly touched the scar on Jiang Xianyu's face, then lowered his head, the tip of his nose was close to Jiang Xianyu's -

how come?

How could there be so much blood? !

How did you suffer so many injuries? !

How come...there is no life!

Xie Cheng choked his throat, hugged Jiang Xianyu tightly into his arms, buried his head on Jiang Xianyu's neck, and shouted and questioned silently.

But the body in his arms was cold and stiff, with no warmth at all.

The veins on Xie Cheng's hands were bulging, and sobs overflowed from his throat, like the mournful cry of a lonely animal, dissipating in the sad wind and cold rain.

Jiang Xianyu's soul trembled violently.

He didn't expect that after turning into a soul, he would still feel pain—like a big hand piercing his chest, holding his heart tightly——

Heartbroken, but that's all.

"Xie Cheng," he couldn't help sobbing, and knelt down in front of Xie Cheng, "Don't cry..."

A man in black stepped forward and put his hand on Xie Cheng's trembling shoulder, "Sir, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

After sobbing, Xie Cheng stopped trembling, took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his eyes were as red as blood, his anger was surging, and his hatred was overwhelming!

-

The morning sun shone into the warm and elegant bedroom, the person on the bed turned over, kicked something, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The person on the bed frowned and turned over again.

But he froze, opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and looked at the open book under the bed.

He blinked, reached out and touched the book—

!!!

bumped into!

Jiang Xianyu got off the bed and picked up the book——

It really happened! ! !

Isn't he dead?

Turned into a ghost after death, stayed by Xie Cheng's side for more than 300 days and nights, never encountered any real thing, how could it be...?

Jiang Xianyu looked at the cover of the book in his hand - "Legend of the Blind Man"!

It was his favorite martial arts storybook back then!

He raised his eyes and looked around: the familiar bed bedding, screens and bookshelves, the sword hanging on the wall, the teapot and baggage on the table——

burden?

Jiang Xianyu looked at the bundle, and caught a glimpse of a letter next to it—"Parent and Mother".

It's his handwriting.

Familiar and unfamiliar memories flashed by, Jiang Xianyu quickly unfolded the letter, and looked at the signing place first——

The unfilial son envies Yu Yu

June 18th, [-]th year of Wenqing

18 years of Wenqing? ! !

He is 17 years old!The year I left home for the first time leaving a book!

Is it a dream?

Or did God take pity on him and let him live a new life like the protagonist in the storybook?

If everything in front of me is not a dream——

He dropped the letter paper and ran out of the house.

He bumped into a half-grown boy, "Third Senior Brother! Master asked me to call you——Huh?! Third Senior Brother!"

It's Junior Brother Su!

Junior brother Su who is only in his early ten years old!

Since we can meet Junior Brother Su, what about Xie Cheng?

Can he see Xie Cheng?

Jiang Xianyu, who had regained control of his body, was not quite used to it, so he flew up after running a long way, using lightness kung fu to break out of Jiang's house.

Just as he was about to turn the corner to go to Xie's Mansion next door, he froze suddenly, barely landed on his feet, and stared at the person in front of him without blinking.

It's Xie Cheng!

It was Xie Cheng who rushed thousands of miles to collect his body!

It was Xie Cheng who built the tomb for him and was buried with him!

It's the 19-year-old Xie Cheng who is breezy and handsome!

At this moment, the other party was standing outside Jiang's residence with two horses, and said to him with a smile: "Let's go, don't you mean you are going to travel the world?"

Jiang Xianyu's eyes turned red, and he rushed forward and hugged him.

Don't go, don't go!I'm not going anywhere in my life!