After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

But it is also the Sha left behind by Fan Wujiu.

Thinking of this, Xie Bian almost immediately jumped down from the city gate, and ran to the west without hesitation, spreading his arms and allowing his body to be enveloped by evil spirits, as if returning to the embrace of deja vu.

A group of ghosts also noticed the abnormality, and followed Xie Bian to face the evil spirit, but when Xie Bian disappeared in the evil spirit, Wuchangsha seemed to not welcome them, resisting their approach, and separated the ghosts from the black mist .

His embrace only welcomes Xie Bian.

……

Fan Wujiu was convicted of massacring the city and sentenced to 2000 years in hell.

For countless times, Xie Bian wanted to visit hell.

Fan Wujiu always said with a look of disdain: "What is there to see there, Mr. Xie, why don't you look at me more."

What's there to see.

There is Fan Wujiu's past that Xie Bian has never experienced.

He wanted to see how Fan Wujiu survived the 2000 years without him, and how the rebellious young man endured everything silently.

But Fan Wujiu always said it lightly, never mentioning it more.

It's all right now, Fan Wu has saved his life, he can finally come to hell and embrace him.

The roots of the Mimi tree are criss-crossing and circling, climbing down the stairs, deep in the gloomy black mist is the well-known [-]-story hell.

The eighteenth floor is not the location of hell, but the degree of suffering. From the first floor, each additional floor of hell will increase the suffering by twenty times and double the punishment.

Fan Wujiu was at the very end of his suffering and endured for 2000 years.

Xie Bian held the tiger sickle in his hand, and saw countless hell punishments through the gloomy black fog.

The eighteen levels of hell are eight fires and ten cold hells.

So in Xie Bian's sight, except for the terrifying instruments of torture that make the neck wind up and the back feel chilly, there is still half an iceberg and half a sea of ​​fire.

The iron chain swayed in the dark wind and made sporadic noises, and then there was a long silence, everything was covered by evil spirits, Xie Bian didn't know how to find Fan Wujiu's figure in the black mist.

He deserves to be punished somewhere, for what he has suffered countless times, with his teeth crushed out and swallowed unbearably.

"Fan Wujiu, where are you, Fan Wujiu..."

Xie Bian searched for a walk in the black mist, but couldn't see the figure of the evil master for a long time, only the endless wind blowing past his ears.

There was boundless evil spirit, Xie Bian only felt that he and Fan Wujiu were separated.He can't find his way, he can't see the way forward,

Finally, after a long period of groping and searching, he saw the light.

At the end of the black mist, there was a cluster of faint light shining, which was very attractive to travelers lost in the dark. Xie Bian almost immediately stumbled and ran to touch it.

When the fingertips touched it, the white light suddenly brightened, making people unable to open their eyes.

After a long time, when the white light dissipated, Xie Bian found himself walking out of hell.

——Fan Wujiu didn't want him to go to hell.

Xie Bian eagerly wanted to find the way back, but when he looked up, he saw three characters written on the tall city gate, Safe City.

The hometown of Fan Wujiu, the predecessor of Wuwang City, Wuyang City.

Xie Bian originally wanted to go back to hell, but Wuyang City attracted him who was devastated like a spiritual power.

—Come in, come in and you will see him.

……

Wuyang City is like spring all the year round, and everyone smiles brightly. There are hundred-year-old men enjoying the shade in the front, and old women chatting and laughing in the back. Longevity seems to be no rare blessing in this place.

It turned out that the place where Fan Wujiu grew up looked like this.

Xie Bian felt extremely familiar with the face of the young man with flowers pinned to his ear who turned the corner of the street to the students who were going to the school.

"Fan Wujiu!"

Xie Bian yelled, but the boy ignored him, instead he turned his head and went into the school, sitting in the last row and using books to cover him, causing spring sleepiness.

During his 17 years as a human being, he also hated studying and skipped classes.What Xie Bian has done, he has experienced everything.

Xie Bian even saw Di Yuan among the students attending the class in front of him—he was also from this city, and died in the cave of ten thousand ghosts in the end.

The students shook their heads and began to recite: "Chi Chi, the rascal, hugs Bu Maosi. The bandit comes to Maosi, and when he comes, I will seek..."

Young Master Xie, what am I planning with you?

Xie Bian lost his mind unknowingly, and the dozing young man finally stretched his waist comfortably after being full of sleep.

The teacher lowered his head to check his homework, and Fan Wujiu sneaked out of the school through the back door while he was unaware.

And Xie Bian followed behind like a passerby, watching him run out without looking back.

He ran across the eaves and placed the flowers on his temples by the window of the girl who was thinking of spring.

He ran across the busy market to buy a bunch of candied haws for the gluttonous children.

He ran across the small bridge, and the stones he threw at random startled a school of swimming fish.

He ran across the street corner and whistled to attract the yellow dog to stop and look around.

He likes this city so much, but one day he can say plainly that he destroyed it with his own hands.

He finally stopped in front of a small courtyard, and crept in to see an old gentleman with a beard that grew to his waist.

Fan Wujiu called him: "Teacher."

The teacher was about seven years old, Fan Wujiu, and waved to his naughtiest student with tears in his eyes.

Fan Wujiu sat down obediently, and then he heard the secrets of the city from the mouth of the old man.

Longevity in Wuwang City is stolen.

The stone platform in the downtown area is used for offering sacrifices.The newborn child is sent to the altar as a sacrifice to God, and the rest of its life will be distributed to others.

I don't know which generation of ancestors knew this secret, so long-lived people with insatiable greed can be found everywhere.

So Fan Wujiu always saw his mother and aunt with big bellies, but he never waited for his brother and sister to arrive.

The old man said that he had lived enough, and asked Fan Wujiu to pick up the sickle for farming by the wall, and then, before he could react in time, he slammed his head on the blade to finish it off.

Fan Wujiu killed someone for the first time in his life.

Xie Bian watched him help the old man up in panic, but there was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth.

The situation in Wuyang City has changed drastically, and it is no longer peaceful in the past.

People in this city have gone mad for longevity, and Fan Wujiu's elder brother took the place of his crime and was also sent to the altar.

Fan Wujiu went completely crazy.

He took the sickle and slaughtered his brother's men and the whole city.

After doing all this, the boy squatted at the door of the school and began to cry.

He just played truant once, but destroyed his hometown with his own hands.

"Don't cry." Xie Bian comforted him, and wanted to reach out to touch the top of his head, but his hand passed through the boy's body like passing through a phantom.

He couldn't even hold him.

Don't cry, don't cry.

The juvenile was punished by the judge and sent to the [-]th floor of hell. Xie Bian returned to the iceberg and the sea of ​​fire, but he could no longer see that stubborn figure.

"Fan Wujiu!"

Xie Bian shouted in panic, but the only answer was the echo sent by Yinfeng.

No help, no help.

There is no cure.

Xie Bian couldn't see Fan Wujiu, but he knew that Fan Wujiu was here, behind the black mist, behind the evil spirit, watching him silently.

It's okay, he's here.

Xie Bian sat down slowly leaning against the roots of the Mimi tree, resting his head on the tiger sickle and waiting.

He wants to stay here with Fan Wujiu.

But Fan Wujiu not only did not come out to see him, but also tried every means to drive him away.

A cry came from the dark wind, and the red-haired monster ran towards Xie Bian.

It was his first time to enter the evil spirit alone, and it took him a lot of effort just to find the little female ghost and deal with Yue Changhe.

But the appearance of the red-haired monster in Wuchangsha proved that Lao Fan was there at that time, hiding somewhere in the wilderness to watch him.

Send him a police whip, and silently protect him before Zhao Meng appears.

Xie Bian swung the tiger sickle, chopped off the hands and feet of the red-haired monster, beheading it easily.

The figure of the red-haired monster dissipated, and Yue Changhe fell to the ground. The man came out from the gate of nothingness and spoke with coercion.

"Did I give you permission to touch him?"

The memory of the illusion reappeared, Xie Bian saw Lao Fan again, and was so excited to step forward to hug him, but Fan Wujiu shattered and dissipated like a bubble in an instant.

— just a dream.

When he was stunned, there was a cat meowing in the distance, and among the 23 cat spirits, Xiao Hei walked in the center.

Behind the cat spirit was chasing a huge tumbler-like guy, it was Shamo Huang Wei.

Xie Bian swung his sickle again to deal with Huang Wei and rescue Xiao Hei.

Then the familiar figure reappeared.

Fan Wujiu sat in front of the dining table and taught with a straight face: "Children are not allowed to drink."

Where is the wine, what is in the glass is the carbonated drink he used to put on airs.

Amidst the sound of the bubbles breaking, Xie Bian looked at the serious old Fan and laughed, but that person soon followed the cat spirit into the distance.

Zheng Hong's figure disappeared, and he kissed him in front of the sea of ​​ghosts.

"Next time, I'll eat you."

Fan Wujiu was vicious, but Xie Bian just followed the phantom and said: "You have a fragrance, I like it very much."

Behind countless evil spirits, there are countless Fan Wujiu.

In the sea of ​​rhododendrons in full bloom, Fan Wujiu looked back in the crazy flower branches: "Not bad, Mr. Xie."

On the cruise ship, Fan Wujiu knocked off Miss Bai's fingertips: "Let go of your dirty hands, don't touch him!"

At the end of autumn leaves, Fan Wujiu asked: "Fool, don't you have anyone you like?"

In the snow-covered cave, the black-robed boy kissed his lips preciously, drawing the thousand-year loneliness to himself.

Xie Bian returned the kiss awkwardly, but the man backed away in fright, and said as he backed up, "The cold wind blows over my body, so I'm afraid it will chill you."

Hearing the sound of Lao Chai's peeling and smelling the familiar pine wood fragrance, Xie Bian instantly understood that all the demons that Fan Wujiu had killed in the past gathered here.

After Wuchang's death, there is no good soul to be stable, and the curses of the Sha Demons who have been killed in the past are hard to get rid of, and they gather in Wuchang Sha.

As long as Xie Bian kills Sha Mo, he can see the memory fragments left by Fan Wujiu.

So he got a glimpse of those years when Fan Wujiu walked alone in the world.

Fan Wujiu came out of the evil realm, and before he had adjusted his spirit breath, he went to the mortal market to search for new things, then put away his tired look, and sent them to Wuwang City.

After being dismissed by Xie Bi'an's cold face, he just stood outside the window and watched.

Watching Xie Bi'an writing at the desk, seeing Xie Bi'an frowning with a pen.

He just stood alone, and when he had to leave, he returned to the world and walked around again.

He is in the blooming spring flowers, he is in the cool summer night breeze, he is in the bleak autumn wind, he is in the winter snow and frost.

Scene by scene.

Xie Bian suddenly woke up.

As long as he doesn't go out, as long as he stays here, he can see Fan Wujiu.

Impermanence is nothing, Xie Bian just wants to be with him.

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This chapter is memory killing, An An is willing to sink.