Ugly vase becomes beautiful

The Bailing Hall was completely devastated by the fire, and finally when the fire was about to spread out of the hall, people from the palace came to put out the fire.

Noisy, sobbing.Pei Shen couldn't hear anything, he held Jiang Wuyin in his arms, and watched the palace servants carry Fu Jiu's body away.

Jiang Wuyin curled up in his arms, watching them carry Fu Jiu away, her small body suddenly stood up: "Aniang! Put me down, Aniang!"

Those palace people all had sullen faces, as if Xiao Wuyin was not there, and the one who said a few more words to him was also: "Your Highness, we are helping you..."

Xiao Wuyin was trembling all over and was squeezed to the ground by several people. He looked at the fire in front of him and didn't speak again.

Fortunately, Pei Shen hugged him and sat under the tree with him in his arms.

The two curled up under the tree, seeing chaos in front of them, Pei Shen raised his finger to wipe the ashes off Xiao Wuyin's face, only to find Xiao Wuyin gritted his teeth and had tears in his eyes.

As the flames faded, Pei Shen remembered the group of people carrying Fu Jiu just now, stood up and wanted to ask about the situation, but Xiao Wuyin clutched his sleeve, thinking that he was going to leave.

Pei Shen smiled, knelt down and patted Jiang Wuyin's head: "I just want to check on the situation."

Xiao Wuyin looked at Pei Shen, her eyes were red and she still didn't let go.

Finally, Xiao Jiang Wuyin asked him crying: "...will we meet again in the future?"

Xiao Wuyin was sure that he would go, but he had no choice, just like his mother, no one would stay with him forever.

There is actually only one sentence in his little heart.

He doesn't expect too much.

"...." Pei Shen smiled, the courtyard was crowded with people, but he didn't want to pay attention to anything at the moment, at a glance, he seemed to only see Xiao Jiang Wuyin standing in front of him, like clusters of small sparks.

As time passed, he seemed to recall the words he said when he first met Jiang Wuyin.

In a trance, he suddenly understood something.

"Then say a code word?"

Pei Shen's tone softened, and Jiang Wuyin raised her head.

A long time ago, when Pei Shen was forced to question by Jiang Wuyin, he thought it was an unintentional arrangement.

"We will definitely meet in the future." Pei Shen stretched out his little finger and said softly, "I won't lie to you. If you don't believe me, hook me up."

Hearing what he said, Xiao Wuyin stretched out her little finger to hook Pei Shen together: "...then you mustn't lie to me."

"No." The moonlight was dark, only Pei Shen's words remained, "Remember Jiang Wuyin..."

Seeing that he still had something to say, Jiang Wuyin leaned over and heard him say, "Eight hundred soldiers are heading to the north slope."

Eight hundred pacesetters rushed to the north slope.

Jiang Wuyin murmured: "Eight hundred soldiers rushed to the north slope..."

Xiao Jiang Wuyin was like a snowy jade dumpling, Pei Shen raised his hand to touch his face: "Jiang Wuyin, we will definitely meet again."

We will definitely meet again.

In the following days, Pei Shen did not leave immediately, he would occasionally visit Jiang Wuyin near the palace.

In the illusion, if it wasn't for his strong will to appear, others seemed to be unable to see him.

Time seemed to pass quickly in the illusion, he hadn't seen enough of the four-year-old Jiang Wuyin, and Jiang Wuyin was five years old in a blink of an eye.

There were only two or three maids in the palace, and Jiang Wuyin painted every day, every portrait had Pei Shen's appearance, he seemed very afraid that he would forget Pei Shen.

When the other princes saw Jiang Wuyin's painting, they secretly tore it up.

Confetti was flying all over the sky, and Jiang Wuyin rushed up to wrestle with them, but was pushed to the ground and hit his head on a rock.

When Jiang Wuyin woke up, his head was wrapped in a white cloth, he didn't say a word, he didn't ask where the portrait went, and he didn't paint anymore, as if he had forgotten Pei Shen's appearance forever.

Later, Pei Shen saw that he started raising snakes, eagles, and all kinds of strange animals in the basement.

His eyes are no longer clear.

He's starting to get sharper, sharper, and less talkative than he used to be.

Ah Xiang would occasionally persuade him: "My lord, don't be bored in the palace every day, you should make more new friends."

Jiang Wuyin looked at the palace where there were usually no people: "Compared with people, I would rather deal with animals."

But Pei Shen knew that although Jiang Wuyin said so, he was very lonely in his heart, and he longed for warmth more than anyone else.

Later, Pei Shen grew up with him near the palace, Jiang Wuyin was reading in the courtyard, and Pei Shen sat back to back with him outside the wall.

Year after year, from spring to winter, Pei Shen thought that he would grow up with Jiang Wuyin in this illusion.

Suddenly one day, the illusion suddenly shook violently, the sky and the earth suddenly changed, the wind howled, and in an instant, the scene in front of him changed, and heavy raindrops fell at Pei Shen's feet.

Pei Shen looked around.

This place is no longer the imperial palace, Pei Shen is standing in the dark woods, with big raindrops hitting the branches, this place is very strange.

A stern sword sound pierced the sky.

Pei Shen turned his head, the golden blade was flying in the air, and several golden figures were shuttling through the woods, and finally stopped. The leader was holding a golden blade, and behind him was a bloody figure.

The person being dragged had an ordinary sword in his hand, was dressed in black, and was covered in blood.

Pei Shen remembered that this was the day he and Jiang Wuyin separated.

It was raining lightly at this time, and the raindrops hit Jiang Wuyin's body, Pei Shen knew that he must be in pain.

"Boss, just let the blood spirit beast run away?"

"Run away? It's okay." Sima Yuan smiled, and after a while, he looked at Wuyin, "The blood spirit beast ran away, so let this kid pay with his life."

The rain was mixed with blood, Jiang Wuyin was like a pool of mud on the ground, the rain dripped beside him, flowing slowly along the blood.He was dragged by several golden blade guards, like a puppet at will, leaving shocking bloodstains on the ground.

Pei Shen thought about it, and found that the surrounding things were several times larger, and he was as small as an ant in front of several Golden Blade Guards.

He was a little dazed, and then stretched out his hand.

A pair of fluffy little paws appeared in front of his eyes, and looking down, there was another pair of tiny feet.

This is...?

Pei Shen already had guesses in his mind, but he still took advantage of the rain to go to the puddle to see what he really was.

really.

He turned into a squirrel.

He is not surprised, everything is possible in Ziyuan, and there must be a reason for Ziyuan to do so.

Looking over there, Sima Yuan suddenly stopped. He frowned slightly, and looked at Jiang Wuyin: "By the way, what did His Majesty say to solve him?"

Someone said: "Your Majesty said, after finding the blood spirit beast, it's up to us what we want to do."

Sima Yuan frowned slightly, glanced at Jiang Wuyin, and sneered: "That's okay...take it away."

"Boss, where are we going to take this kid? It's better to leave him here to fend for himself." Another Golden Blade Guard said casually.

Sima Yuan sneered: "Leave it here? I think you've lost your mind too easily recently. This Jiang Wuyin is from the Wu clan."

As long as people in the world talk about Changdu country, their expressions will change. Changdu country is a magical country, and even his tribe, the Wu clan, is also mysterious.

There has always been a rumor in the Changdu country that all the Wu people, whoever died of resentment or hatred, will turn into ghosts or extremely terrifying resentful spirits after death.

It is said that in the underground of Changdu Kingdom, countless resentful souls who died of resentment were sealed.These resentful spirits have nowhere to go, and it is said that they were made into puppets by the witches of Changdu Kingdom, and buried underground to prepare for their release.

Bloodthirsty, loves to kill, a puppet without any emotions.

This rumor is not unfounded. A Daoist Daoist once went to look for the puppet of the Wu Clan, but he did not return for several years. Emperor Jiang sent people to look for it. In the end, only the skeleton of that Taoist was found.

But if this rumor is true, why did these puppets not appear for a long time on the day when Changdu Kingdom was conquered?

Where exactly are these puppets?

Does it really exist?

The wind and rain were blowing, and lightning flashed through the air. Sima Yuan asked the Golden Blade Guard to drag Jiang Wuyin into the depths of the woods, leaving shocking bloodstains wherever he went.

Pei Shen followed instinctively, his body was light and he didn't make any noise.

Through the woods, they came to a dark and boundless place.

This place is very desolate, Pei Shen has never seen such a desolate place, the snake spewing snake letters is staring at the people coming here in the dark, this is not a place where people stay at all.

On the dilapidated stone tablet, there are three shocking scarlet characters engraved - Tomb of Broken Soul.

Crush its soul, make it perish forever, and not be able to reincarnate.

The Changdu country was destroyed, and countless members of the Wu clan died tragically. In order not to be disturbed by those unjust souls, Jiang Huai specially called Taoist priests to set up a formation to trap those unjust souls and seal them here forever.

The Broken Soul Tomb was cold and cold, and Sima Yuan didn't want to get close, so he asked someone to throw Jiang Wuyin into it, and left without looking back.

Everyone in the world knows the origin of this broken soul tomb. If a person dies in it, the soul will be trapped in it forever.

The Golden Blade Guards left one after another, Jiang Wuyin was submerged in the night, sticky blood stuck to the corner of his clothes, he was scattered on the ground like a randomly discarded flower.

Jiang Wuyin shed too much blood, dyeing the dark land a dazzling red, and the rain gradually became smaller.

In Ziyuan's dream, Pei Shen could feel the emotions of the dream owner. When the Bailing Temple was on fire, Pei Shen felt Jiang Wuyin's helplessness and despair.

But at this moment, Pei Shen felt a strong will supporting him under Jiang Wuyin's weak breath.

Pei Shen could strongly feel Jiang Wuyin's emotions at the moment, and this strong desire seemed to break through the wall.

He was thinking, he couldn't die.

Someone is waiting for him.

Jiang Wuyin was covered in blood, but he still stood up, the rain and blood flowed down, and the surrounding area was so dark that it was hard to see clearly.

His hair covered his eyes, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

The Broken Soul Tomb has thousands of resentful souls from the Changdu Kingdom.

He tried his best to cut his wrist, and let the blood on his wrist drip into the bottomless darkness, as if he didn't feel any pain.

These black, invisible ones are all black flowers next to each other, which is very strange.

Pei Shen had never seen this kind of flower.

When the blood dripped on these black flowers, it was absorbed by them. After the black flowers absorbed Jiang Wuyin's blood, they began to bloom slowly.

Black flowers bloom in the lacquered night, dots of crimson light up in the dark night, the night is submerged by the Red Sea, and the sky falls apart.

At night, there seems to be a sound of life blooming, and the sound coming from nowhere is frightening, as if something has been peeled off layer by layer.

The wind blows in front of his eyes, rolling up several grains of dust, the sky is covered with blood, and the sound of something being peeled off in his ears intensifies.

Pei Shen wanted to go forward, but was swept back by the wind, his eyes were so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

The sound of wind and rain mixed together, Pei Shen's vision was blurred, and he could only see clearly the imprisoned soul floating out when the black flowers bloomed on the Tomb of Broken Souls.

Pei Shen really saw those children and old people whose souls were small and big, just like human beings. At that moment, Pei Shen seemed to see the people of the Changdu Kingdom who used to be like ordinary people. The most ordinary life in the kingdom.

In an instant, the wind blew up, mixed with glaring blood, engulfing those souls, and the last strands of souls turned into people in purple robes.

Pei Shen was startled.

It's the puppet army.

They landed and landed in front of Jiang Wuyin in the most pious posture. Those dead Changdu people finally used this method to protect their highness.

Blood dripped onto the flowers along Jiang Wuyin's wrist, and he was using his own blood to wake up these souls that had been sleeping for many years.

As the black flower bloomed, the stamen stretched and wrapped around Jiang Wuyin's wrist, turning into seven bloodstains.

A bloodstain represents a month.

One of the costs of turning innocent souls into puppets is the lifespan of the bonded party.

Jiang Wuyin's eyes flashed with fire.

Those helplessness and despair turned into a kind of strength at his last moment.

Looking at the dark night, the smile on the corner of his mouth was unclear, like mockery, but also like the desolation that had come to an end.

……

The sky changed in an instant, and Pei Shen's eyes suddenly changed, turning into the bright Wujin Temple in front of him. Pei Shen stood in the hall, and outside the window was himself and A Xiang chatting, Jiang Wuyin sat at the table, watching them.

Jiang Wuyin looked at it for a long time, and finally pulled out a notebook from the drawer. Pei Shen had never seen that notebook before, but judging from the extent of flipping through it, he had used it for a while.

Jiang Wuyin turned to the first page of the book, and the words on it broke into his eyes through the golden sunlight, and Pei Shen felt his heart ache.

Jiang Wuyin turned down, almost every page had the same words, and the writing time was different. Turning through the pages one by one, half of the writing was already written, and all of them were written:

I want to be with you again today.