dirty stuff

Shen Yan took advantage of the time when the deputy general was going to arrest the people of Meng Liang, and calmly took off the shackle-like armor, and even ordered someone to burn a bucket of water to wash away the dirt that had seeped into his flesh and blood, and put on a clean one. clothes.

The deputy general followed behind Shen Yan with the urgent report sent by the fast horse in his hand. Shen Yan lifted up his robe and climbed up the palace tower with the most calm posture. What is this madman thinking.

Nearly a thousand people were kneeling under the palace city. They were all dressed in pudding and sackcloth of ordinary people. The women held the babies in their arms. They covered the mouths of the babies to prevent them from crying and angering the guards from northern Xinjiang.

Kneeling at the front, the vigorous young man caught sight of Shen Yan who was dressed in luxurious clothes on the tower. He hated the person who destroyed his home, so he ignored the scolding of the guards in the northern border and cursed: "Bah! You bastard!" A bastard who is not a man or a woman! Even the old, young, women and children are arrested, and if there is anything, come to us!"

As long as there is a leader in the team, the other men will also start to resist crazily, as if knowing that the guards in the northern border dare not kill them, they will start to hit the sharp spikes recklessly.

Shen Yan snorted softly, and swung his wide sleeves out in an instant. A hidden weapon tore through the clothes of the man standing in front of him, and shot straight into the chest of the man who was scolding just now. Blood sprayed on the back of the man in front of him. The tumultuous crowd fell silent.

Shen Yan hooked the corners of his lips, and he said with a smile: "All of you are filled with righteous indignation, but unfortunately, you are just a group of weeds that fall with the wind."

He laughed a bit piercingly, the sweltering weather seemed to be a few degrees colder, Shen Yan supported the towering crenel with both hands, and his smile was restrained by him in the next second: "Six years ago, that poor Grandmaster Shen tried to give You created a bright light, and used all the strength of a famous sect that should have been roaming the rivers and lakes to plan a rebellion that was almost impossible to fail, but failed to guard against villains."

Many of the civilians under the city tower had personally experienced that strangulation. Shen Yan's words poked their sore spots for many years, and each of them began to feel guilty.

Innocent children are throwing rocks and rotten vegetables, mature boys and girls are watching, and the old people who are over seventy years old ignore it.

This was a murder, and a group of "unrelated" people joined forces to kill the person he loved the most in his life!

"At the beginning, you shouted and killed the magic stick and witch Zhu, but now you set up a high platform to praise him and pray for the blessing of his soul. How sad! Isn't it? You said...you are so innocent, Shen Zhuyao, He used to want you to live a better life! What is he guilty of?! Such a...clean person, in the end, even the corpse will be thrown by you on that extremely dirty graveyard! Buried with a group of heinous people Together! Do you deserve to die? You deserve to die!"

Shen Yan spit out all the bad words of the past six years word by word. After he finished speaking, not only did he not feel relieved, but his chest was filled with breath. No livestock is allowed to be released to me.”

The lieutenant tremblingly said: "But...but His Majesty told us to stand still and open the city gate, and they will be there in three days..."

Shen Yan glanced at the lieutenant general from the corner of his eye, and the lieutenant general's back was straightened, and he said in a muffled voice: "Yes, this subordinate listens to the general. It's just that the villain is stupid, so I don't know what the general wants to do?"

Shen Yan slowly uttered a sentence: "Tucheng, I want all the living things in this city to be buried with my dead brother."

The lieutenant was stunned. He stared at Shen Yan with wide eyes, but it wasn't that the king of Beijiang had never done such a bloodthirsty thing before, so he immediately turned his head and rushed down the tower to carry it out.

That night, hot blood soaked Mengliang City, and the city tower blocked the bloody smell floating in the city. The blood that had been burning for six years finally completely cooled down tonight.

He set a fire and burned Su Pei's palace, together with his body, in the fire.

It was another night, when the smell of blood had almost dissipated, Shen Yan ordered people to set up camp in the city and held a banquet. The soldiers ate big fish and meat, drank glasses of strong wine, and everyone's faces were somewhat flushed flush.

Shen Yan changed into white clothes unexpectedly, it was the first time for him to wear such plain clothes, but the lieutenant thought he was a lunatic now, how could he go into details about what a lunatic did?

He carried a pot of aged wine left on the ground, and went up to the tower alone to blow the wind. Before he left, he joked with the lieutenant general: "If I am executed by His Majesty, remember to roll me up with a straw mat and bury me behind Meng Liang." Go to the hillside, remember to bury it deeper, I don't want a grand burial, I just want a small hillside that no one cares about."

Shen Yan lay on the crenel looking at the pitch-black distance, he couldn't actually see anything, but he just stared blankly, picked up the pot of old wine and poured it into his mouth, the strong wine cut him like a blade The throat, just like this, kept pouring down mouthful.

It wasn't until the jug of wine could no longer pour out that Shen Yan angrily threw the jug forward, and it fell to pieces. He took out a small bottle of pills from his sleeve, pulled the stopper, closed his eyes and poured it into his mouth.

He had a hard life, fearing that he would not die, so he had to add another layer of insurance.

"Why... why did you have to avenge me but didn't feel happy at all, Shen Zhuyao... why did you take me back in the first place, why did you hide everything from me... I haven't even asked about the relationship between us. Is it possible, you walked frankly, but have you ever thought about me?! How did I get here in the past six years..."

That person gave him a glimmer of light in the dark and desperate situation, but ruthlessly snuffed out the light after he was tempted.

In the silent night, Shen Yan's cries were drowned in the howling wind.

He opened his arms as if relieved, and with the most serene smile on his face, he jumped down from the tower.

He can't afford to pay for the lives of nearly a thousand people. He has no face to live in the world anymore. He would rather be tortured by the dead in Huangquan and pay the price for his ridiculous life.

He was willing to join the funeral team and become Shen Zhuyao's dispensable subject.

He was going to this tacit reunion.

The spotless person fell into the sky, and his life of struggling for six years left a mark in the history books before disappearing.

When the gate of Mengliang city was opened again, several men from northern Xinjiang came out of the city pushing a wooden cart covered with blood-soaked white cloth. , He left a blank for the historian, and the lieutenant followed his last wish and sent him to the hillside behind Meng Liang, where a lush bamboo was planted.

There is a mass grave slope in Meng Liangguo.

The four big men dug a very deep pit, and they didn't want to bury their heroes from northern Xinjiang until they saw the dead bodies of the past generations in the soil.

Little did he know that a lone soul was watching them by his side. Later, the king of Northern Xinjiang completely occupied Meng Liangguo, and Shen Yan squatted in the empty and silent bamboo forest, waiting for his soul to come back in seven days. touched the dirt.

However, before the seven days came, he was waiting for Bai Wuchang, who was fascinated by the soul.

"General, you killed too much in your lifetime, please come with me to the Hall of Yama." Bai Wuchang respected a general who had fought bloody battles.

Shen Yan's face was pale, and he shook his head dully: "I won't go...I...I want to find Shen Zhuyao, he's down here...I want to dig him out. ..look at him..."

Bai Wuchang was puzzled and said: "Grandmaster Shen has been buried in this bamboo forest for six years. The body of a mortal cannot be preserved. I am afraid that it has been corroded to nothing. You can't dig it."

Fresh dead souls can't cry, but Shen Yan knows that he is very sad, but he can't cry, he can only pray: "Then you, can you tell me where I can see him again?"

Bai Wuchang had no choice but to say no more words to him, and hooked Shen Yan's soul with a shackle. In the past, he and Hei Wuchang often did this for dead souls like Shen Yan who had deep obsessions after death.

The power of the shackles was too great, and Shen Yan, as a ray of soul, couldn't resist such a powerful force, so he had to kneel on the ground and beg: "I don't see him, I don't see him, can you tell me where he is, please?" !"

"He is dying in the depths of Huangquan, but Shen Zhuyao has already crossed the Naihe Bridge and drank Mengpo soup. Even if you appear in front of him, he will not recognize you." Bai Wuchang led the dead soul towards the gate of hell, " But don't worry, he will have his next life, and although he may be entangled by the souls of the dead, he will definitely live a better life than you."

Shen Yan was silent, and it took him a while before he spoke: "Then...can you do me a favor?"

Bai Wuchang slightly stamped his feet, and turned his head to look at this ignorant soul.

"I want to give him a soul, can you help me?"

Shen Yan's murder was so serious that he couldn't enter reincarnation. What he decided to do did scare Bai Wuchang to a certain extent. No one wants to wander in the underworld for thousands of years with an incomplete soul, and no one wants to hand over his soul to others. The lack of soul It will take away many things, whether it is strength, wisdom, or memory.

And Shen Yan's original intention was very simple, he wanted his elder brother to live in peace and joy in the next life, and even forever, so that everything will be successful and he will not be disturbed by these evil spirits again.

Bai Wuchang finally took Shen Yan's soul and gave it to Shen Zhuyao before Shen Zhuyao's reincarnation. In the cycle of reincarnation, it gradually fades away.

Shen Yan no longer remembers Shen Zhuyao, and is no longer obsessed with the braids behind his ears. Instead, as a wandering lonely soul, he meets the corpse slaves expelled from the Xiyi Realm, enters the big dyeing vat of the Xiyi Realm, and steps into the world again. On the road of massacre and bloody.

It wasn't until the appearance of Shengfeng that the deep love and past that had been buried for thousands of years could be reappeared...

The author says:

In addition to Sheng Feng's life, Shen Zhuyao also met Shen Yan in another life in his reincarnation~ You can look forward to it, and I will talk about it in the side story