lost lights

This night, Baiyin did not return to the underworld. He lay upright on the Yanqi bed, his long hair scattered, his hands folded on his lower abdomen, and he opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling without blinking. He lay there all night .

When the sun rose, a few rays of sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains, half of it fell on Bai Yin's body, and half of it fell on the other half of the bed.

Following the beam of sunlight, Bai Yin turned his head sideways, glanced at the empty other half of the bed, looked away, and got up silently.

With bare feet and loose hair, wearing only a moon-white robe, he walked out of the door with his usual indifferent expression, paused at the corner, and stepped up the steps to the attic.

On the soft plush carpet on the slightly cool footsteps, the interior of the not-so-large attic completely falls into the eyes.

There are many exquisite and unique objects in this attic, and there are even some antiques, but Bai Yin was attracted by the painting on the table at a glance.

It was a black-and-white sketch, with a large area of ​​ivy as the background, a man in white clothes and hair tied up in Liguxiang, his extremely gentle eyes met Shang Baiyin's cold eyes through the white paper.

With a palpitation in his heart, Bai Yin closed his eyes, suddenly raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand and tied his hair in a bun with the jade hairpin as shown in the painting, put on a long robe and brocade boots, and then turned his hand to hold the branch lamp in his hand , opened the space where Lost Way was, and walked in.

The faint light radiates from the cross-road lamp, travels through the lost way, and reaches the underworld.

He went directly to Yan Wangdian to find Yan Mo.

Normally, Yan Mo would work there, and today is no exception.

Yan Mo, who was dressed in black clothes, was sitting behind the tall desk, holding a tube of ink brush in his hand, sketching.

On the lower left side of him is also a small case, a middle-aged man with silver hair and silver beard, with a black inkless judge's pen in one hand, and a three-inch three-point life and death book in one hand, scratching and pulling non-stop.

With one stroke, the densely packed names on both sides of the page will disappear, and when the names on both sides of a page are gone, that page will disappear without a trace, and a new page will be born in the book of life and death, and the cycle will go on forever. It also never gets thinner.

When Bai Yin appeared in the palace of the king of hell, Yan Mo's vermilion brush paused, his majestic face remained unchanged, but he sighed inwardly.

He put down his pen, gestured to the judge on the left, got up by himself, and led Bai into the side hall.

Leaving the office, Yan Mo's aura faded a lot, the two sat down around the tea table, Yan Mo reached out to make tea and waited for Bai Yin to speak.

Bai Yin didn't hesitate, and asked, "Why did you team up with Hei Po to lie to me? And seal my memory?"

Yan Mo put the brewed hot tea in front of Bai Yin, brewed another cup, and said, "You are our friend, want us to watch you lose your soul? We can't do it. As for the memory, he asked for it."

Bai Yin nodded lightly, did not ask who 'he' is, but calmly said: "My soul is unharmed, unseal the seal on my body, and then tell me the truth."

Yan Mo paused while drinking tea, and took a deep look at Bai Yin, "The matter is already understood, even if it is solved, it will not help."

"I don't like it." Bai Yin looked directly at Yan Mo and said bluntly.

Putting down the teacup, Yan Mo raised his eyebrows: "If you insist."

Bai Yin didn't look away.

Yan Mo tapped the table with his fingertips, raised his hand and placed it in front of Bai Yin's forehead, grasped it with five fingers, turned his wrist, pulled out a small golden net, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it back again—this is his memory.

"Digest slowly." After speaking, he got up and left.

Bai Yin digested in the side hall for an entire hour before leaving expressionlessly.

Back in his room, he took out the branch lamp, stretched out his hand, and found that his arm was trembling.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his hands, and slowly stroked the lines of the branch lights.

"Stupid." He said coldly.

"Stupid," he repeated, and a drop of water fell on the crossing light.

"Stupid!" For the third time, he held the crossroad light tightly.

"Isn't it good to stay obediently? Since you want to leave, why do you have to come back? Why did you leave without a word when you came back? Did you come back to seek death?!" Thinking of the ending of Yanqi, Bai Yin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Yes , isn’t it just to seek death.”

.........

It turns out that Yanqi was transformed by the spirit of the lamp. Heipo took Yanqi's soul into the lost world to the underworld, and halfway there, Yanqi's soul was eroded by the mist in the lost way. In less than half a moment, the soul dissipated, leaving only one The fist-sized soul piece in the shape of a branch lamp floated back into Bai Yin's body.

Opening his eyes, Bai Yin's eyes were filled with tiny spots of light, he held the branch lamp tightly, and took out the copper snake pocket watch with his hands.

This is a special life clock made by the demon world. After contacting a human being, it can display the lifespan of the human being. Once the time on it stops, it means that the time of the human who owns the pocket watch will also stop (death).

Although human time specifically refers to the time in the human world (when the pocket watch stopped in the demon world, Bai Yin took it back when he was so sad).

The copper snake pocket watch that Yanqi likes very much didn't move at all. Bai Yin closed the watch cover, put the watch on the table, and slowly tightened his palm covered with patterns on the pocket watch.

jingle--

With a crisp sound, a great meritorious human being is about to die.

Bai Yin got up expressionlessly, grasped the crossroad light tightly, cut off the lost way, and went to extradition.

.........

Since then, the forked lamp of Bai Wuchang in the underworld has never left his hand.

The so-called brocade clothes and white robes with portable lamps, plain bone jade hairpins with white heads, yin and yang are lost in reincarnation, and I have three thousand merits and virtues.

Ten years later

clatter--

The pocket watch that had been placed on the table and hadn't been touched made a soft sound, and the cold-hearted Mr. Bai sat cross-legged on the bed, his brows slightly moving.

———Text END———

Yanqi's episode

Yan Qi never thought that it would be such a torment to go into the mist without his own body.

My whole body hurts from the inside out, and the further I walked, the deeper the pain became.

Hei Po led the spirit in front without taking a step back.

Yan Qi gritted his teeth and reluctantly followed, without making any abnormal sounds.

In the end, he couldn't tell whether it was the pain in the heart or the pain in the body.

The only light source in front of me was also crumbling.

No, it wasn't that the light fell, it was him that exploded.

At the moment he exploded, countless memories flooded into his mind.

Oh, he remembered.

It turned out that he was the crossroads.

I don't know when he became conscious. At first he couldn't move. Every day he was led to work by his master for nothing, seeing all kinds of things in the world. The master treats himself like a tree hole to listen to the master's heart, and then secretly looks at the master every day, carefully pretending that he is afraid that he will be found and cleaned up by the master, day after day, year after year.

Suddenly one day, he no longer wanted to be just a listener, he wanted to talk to his master, he wanted to get his master's gaze for a longer time, and he wanted to see other expressions on his face.

He thought he fell in love with his master.

But he knew that the master was a very indifferent person, more ruthless than Yan Wang Yanmo and Hei Wuchang Hei Po who were cold on the surface.

Because the master does not understand feelings.

So he racked his brains to plan something, and he left quietly, taking part of his master's soul with him.

The moment he cut off contact with his master, his pain almost disappeared.

But he survived. He put his body in the safest place, returned to the reincarnation platform in the underworld, and endured the pain of thousands of cuts without making a sound. After sealing his memory, he successfully reincarnated as an adult.

He believes that he will meet his master again after reincarnation, because he has a part of the master's soul in his body, and he can't meet his master with his memory, because that will reveal his secrets.

But he didn't know that his master would gradually weaken and even die after he left.

But fortunately, there is still time.

The bitter fruit he sows, he eats; the sins he does, he suffers.I hope that after the master forgets him, he can be the former Lord Bai again.

When the white light appeared, Yanqi couldn't feel any pain.

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When he became conscious again, Yanqi was dumbfounded for a while.

He was floating three feet above the ground, surrounded by dilapidated buildings, barren land in the distance, and the Milky Way in the sky, but there was no one around.

Didn't he sacrifice for love? !How come the rhythm of doomsday in the blink of an eye? !Crossed over? !

With a word of complaint, he began to wander around.

Floating and floating, he floated higher and higher, look forward, yo, the darkness is endless, look back, hey, a sea of ​​flowers!

As soon as his heart moved, he rushed towards the red and flirtatious sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and he reached the top of the sea of ​​flowers in an instant.

Alas, there is still a way here.

Yan Qi drifted along the Yellow Spring with curiosity, and as he floated, he felt some power calling him, like a mother's call.

After being silent for a while, Yanqi gave up resistance, obeyed the call, and was sucked by that force in the blink of an eye.

When it stabilizes, look up.

Bai Yin, with snow hair and white clothes, was standing in front of the bed holding a branch lamp, looking at him indifferently.

"Owner!"

Yanqi was not affected by anything, he rushed forward and hugged him in his arms.

Bai Yin's body was stiff and motionless.

"It's good that you're fine." Yan Qi rested his chin on Bai Yin's shoulder, and hugged him tightly with all his strength, "It's good."

Bai Yin never moved.

Yan Qi waited for a while, but couldn't hold on anymore, he was startled, and slowly let go, wanting to step back and look at Bai Yin.

"Don't move." Bai Yin suddenly said coldly.

After a pause, Fu hugged him again.

After being quiet for a while, he slowly turned his face, pecked Bai Yin's cheek, and then he tasted a little salty taste, "Why don't you..."

His words were a little nasal.

Bai Yin's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but look down.

Yan Qi turned his face sideways and bit his earlobe: "I miss you so much."

……

next day

Yan Qi: Great God... Well, the weather is good today (￣▽￣").

Bai Yin: "▼_▼" um

Yan Qi: Uh... are you hungry, let me make breakfast? (￣▽￣"")

Bai Yin: "▼_▼" is not hungry

Yan Qi: ... Are you thirsty?Shall I warm the milk for you? (￣▽￣""")

Bai Yin: "▼_▼" is not thirsty

Yan Qi: ...then...does it hurt in the back? Do you want to apply some medicine? ╰(￣ω￣o)

Bai Yin: "▼_▼" does not hurt

Yan Qi: Or do it again? q(≧▽≦q)

Bai Yin: "▼_▼" Don't...well...

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The author has something to say: This article is completely over~ There is no extra episode~ It's HE~

Because Mideng re-filled the hole after it was suspended for more than a year, some people can’t find the original mood, so it will feel a bit inconsistent in the future_(:зゝ∠)_I hope everyone will forgive me, bow

Thank you for your support~ Next, I will do my best to save the new article [End Times] knot → black-bellied vase attack X domineering male lead shou [roll for collection.Rolling around...~(～o￣▽￣)～o. . .Rolling around... o~(_△_o~)~. . 】