My BE is all over the world

Ji Guoyuan seldom dreams, and most of what he sees in his dreams are scenes he usually sees.Those are nothing more than the ghosts who were beheaded by his sword, and the memories they have.

Perhaps he and Ji Guoyan Sheng inherited the new blue Bianhua, and they seemed to be the new carriers of Bianhua.Ji Guo Yan Sheng can not only retract the four extra eyes that became a ghost, but Ji Guo Yuan Yi can also retract his own horns.

With the ability to restore, he was a perfect creation and did not choose to repair the broken horn.He wanted to use this to remember the story of himself and the person in his memory.

Those who inherited the Bianhua abandoned the distance between life and death, abandoned their identity as human beings, and lived for a long time, experiencing the painful long life as if they were being punished.

They sent away the lord who had been tortured by illness and curse, and closed the unwilling eyes of the members of the ghost killing team who died in battle, and bid farewell to their old friends peacefully.

They are still on the road to hunt down Mumai Tsuji.

But compared to before, they are much more relaxed now.Not only because they have unlimited lives that can be spent with Oni Wu Tsuji, but more importantly, they are blue Higan flowers, different from Kazama Yu who died without any power to fight back, they are still alive .

Oni Mai Tsuji is indeed running away, but he will never give up what they have.He plotted countless times, but in the end they were overthrown by Ji Guoyuanyi's knife and those eyes.

Those are clearly a pair of extremely indifferent eyes, freezing everything they see like a millennium of ice, but Guiwu Tsujimuyou can always inexplicably see the monstrous flames burning in them, as if even the ashes and the world Totally destroyed.

He seems crazy but not crazy, but he always drags a strand of reason called "Kazama Yu" to move forward and survive.

Ji Guoyan Sheng is very worried about this.However, he was not good at verbal communication, and his several conversations were in vain. In the end, he could only sigh and leave everything to time to speak.

And on a certain day, in a certain morning, the morning light of the dawn had just shed a few points and fell on the eaves, and the golden powder trembled and fell down on the edge of the eaves, like water droplets, scattered on the ground. beautiful flowers.

Ji Guoyan Sheng saved the evil ghost who had been transformed overnight, and when he came out rubbing his head, he saw Ji Guo Yuanyi leaning on the tree in the yard.

Ji Guoyuan seemed to have just woken up not long ago, lying lazily with his back against the tree, his face facing upwards, being hit by the falling golden debris, the lower half of his face was completely covered in light among.

At this moment, his eyes that were indifferent in the past were unexpectedly stained with a bit of light.

He stared blankly at the sky, leaning against the branches, feeling the breeze blowing by.He blinked his eyes, and it took him a while to realize that someone was at the door.

He turned his head to meet Shang Jiguo's scrutinizing gaze, and after several years, he just showed a faint smile.

"Brother." Ji Guoyuan called out softly, as if he was talking to him, but it didn't seem to be, "I understand what you mean."

Ji Guoyan Sheng raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect that he could really figure it out by himself, he asked: "Really?"

As soon as Ji Guoyuan stretched out his hand to block the falling sunlight, black shadows fell on his face, mottled.

He answered irrelevantly: "I dreamed about him yesterday."

Ji Guoyan Sheng was stunned for a moment, but soon knew who "he" was talking about.

"That must have been a good dream."

Ji Guo Yan Sheng finally sighed softly.

……

Ji Guoyuan and the rest of their dreams are all to save those evil spirits, they don't have Kazama Yu's ability, so they can only watch it in their dreams, and only after seeing the ghost's life can they be saved.

And some ghosts always meet some... special people in their lives.

As for Ji Guoyuanyi, after a boring exploration in a certain dream, he withdrew his eyes and was about to look elsewhere when the visitor completely caught all his thoughts.

His eyes met someone.

Those calm and indifferent eyes seemed to be smashed by falling rocks in an instant, and the calm water surface completely burst into fierce waves and splashes.

He was taken aback for a moment, but before he realized what was going on, his hands stretched out habitually in an attempt to grab the fluttering corners of his clothes.

But it's a pity.

The hand that passed through couldn't touch the fluttering clothes, and he walked straight in front of that figure. He could only watch that person stretch out his hands to catch the owner of this dream. He was still a person in the ghost period. .

Only then did Ji Guoyuan suddenly wake up, realizing that what he was stepping on was never a cruel reality, it was just a dream.

He fell behind and stood still, his eyes fixed on Feng Jianyu's figure, never moving away from him.

This is the fresh, Kazama Yu when he was still alive, not the remnant soul after death.

Compared with the figure in his memory, Kazama Yu in this period is obviously a lot shorter, and his face is still a little immature, and the youthful atmosphere can hardly conceal the difference from the maturity that is almost vicissitudes later.Those obsidian-like eyes contained not indifference and silence, but something more complicated.

There was a sun wheel knife pinned to his waist, and the senses of the dream were conveyed, and Ji Guoyuan could clearly smell the bloody smell on it.

What he plays in this dream is just a passing traveler.

"Does your Excellency know that the nearby city lord who has always been famous for his wisdom still takes in people in distress?" the owner of the dream asked the young Kazama Yu.

Kazama Yu raised his head, and the scabbard on his waist made a slight sound as he stopped. He seemed to be sizing up the passer-by who was asking questions in front of him. Finally, he was silent for a moment and gave the answer.

"He won't take him in."

The owner of the dream seems unbelievable: "Could it be that the city owner has not enough food left in the city?"

Kazama Yu shook his head, but said extremely frightening words in a flat tone: "No, he's just dead."

Kazama Yu said simply, and gave some advice to those who stopped him: "That city is already a dead city, and it will take a long time to cultivate. It is impossible to take in other people in a short time."

As he spoke, his eyes slowly scanned the torn clothes and thin body of the dream master, as well as the crying children and women who were still crying and coaxing him, hesitating for a moment before putting the money in his pockets Handed over half.

"It's useless to rely on anyone. The side of the mountain was still recruiting long-term workers when I passed by. You can try it."

"Do you think I'm really good...?" The owner of the dream took the money and thanked him, but with greed hidden in his eyes, it fell on the other half of Kazama Yu's purse, "A person like me will never be accepted by others." Let's see..."

As if aware of his greed or the decadence in his words, Kazama Yu raised the knife beside him and pulled it slightly, the sharp blade was still stained with blood that had not faded.

"You have to be soberly aware of what you live for. No one is born to live as a waste. I have also experienced..." He said, as if looking for suitable words, "Pain...but I am very clear Knowing what I'm supposed to do next, instead of getting overwhelmed by the pain or being a lunatic, crap."

"I hate people who give up on themselves."

……

It really looks like a joke.This is not a sarcasm, but a simple description of all this.

The owner of the dream that had been warned did not become a long-term worker in the end, but abandoned his wife and son to buy a good price and was disabled by his wife's revenge. When he was dying, he was lured by Ghost Mai Tsuji to become a ghost .

On the other hand, Kazama Yu, who said he hated self-abandonment the most, died in the hands of human beings in the end. He abandoned himself for several years and became the most hated person.

Is it precisely because I have been that kind of person that I said before leaving that I want to follow Guoyuanyi and live seriously, to live a life called Jiguoyuanyi instead of the Son of Heaven?

Ji Guoyuan suppressed the churning emotions in his heart, and finally clenched his hands.

……

Kazama Yu had a much greater effect on Ji Guo Yuan Yi than anything else, Ji Guo Yan Sheng thought.

Because Ji Guoyuanyi has indeed recovered, he did not kill like crazy like before, nor did he almost abandon his humanity to become a high god like before, he was dragged by that last rationality Once again, it was dragged back to the ground and landed steadily.

He will start to notice the scenery on the road and the people he meets on the road. Compared with simply stepping into the killing and almost numbly watching other people's lives in his dreams, he has regained those pity again.

These feelings are also why he let go of the female ghost who, as a doctor, used his own strength to get rid of the female ghost of Oni Wu Tsuji, and reached an alliance with the other party to work together.

While talking with the ghost named Zhu Shi, Ji Guoyuan suddenly thought of something and asked about blood ghost art.

"Is there a blood ghost technique that can preserve someone's figure and voice?" Ji Guoyuan said, "I can't get it now, but it can be done in my dream."

Time is the most cruel and merciless, it is too long, Ji Guoyuan does not allow himself the slightest chance of forgetting the figure of that person in his memory.He wants to remember and watch forever.

Zhu Shi, who knew their story, finally gave an affirmative answer.

The figure of the man he saw in the dream existed in blood ghost art, and Ji Guoyuan hung the recorded bead on his neck as if it were a treasure, and he would always take it out every night to have a look, even though It contained too little, too little.

Kazama Yu left too few traces, very few people happened to meet him, and very few people became ghosts.

But Ji Guoyuan held every penny tightly and stuffed it into the deepest part of his heart.

Putting together the fragmented past, Ji Guoyuan looked at it almost sadly and greedily, to soothe his inner mood.

And that soft kiss they had.

He staggered forward in dreams and reality, and he continued to search for the trace left by the man.

A dream of eternal life, in the dream of thousands of worlds, in countless lines, he stumbled in pursuit of that light.