Burning fire

"He called me hurt..." Zhou Qizun couldn't help repeating.

He has been going on for a long time, a long time, from the day Zhou Yunheng died in vain; from Jiang Qiuqin turned into a vegetative state, and his house was burned down; from Zhou Yi's disappearance...from the time he was plotted by evil spirits... .Zhou Qizun resented his own incompetence all the time.

Now, he hated it so much that he wanted to skin and bleed himself, dismantle him into salted meat, and drown him in the black river flowing to hell, making it into that sinking mud.

Who can understand his torment.What is he, he deserves to have a heart of love, he is worthy of saving others, and he is worthy of being a soldier...

what is he...

"Brother Zhou, don't be like this. I don't blame you." The more Lin Juan looked at Zhou Qizun, the more sore his nose became, and before he finished two sentences, he started crying.

It suddenly occurred to him that he hated Lin Zongbai the day Lin Zongbai disappeared.Hate yourself, regret yourself.

"Brother Zhou..." Lin Juan hiccupped and tears rolled away.

"Why are you crying, are you annoying!" The door was pushed open again, and Guo Xiaotong came in with two glasses of warm water.

The little rabbit had just woken up and was not energetic enough, but when he heard that Zhang Jueming was injured, he immediately ran in to see him, but before he even entered the door, he heard Lin Juan sniffling his nose, and immediately wanted to splash the forest with a glass of water On his face, cast his bad luck.

Guo Xiaotong came over in two steps, put the cup in her hand on the table, she pushed Lin Juan away politely, looked down...

Don't scold Lin Juan for being annoying, she herself is even more annoying.Guo Xiaotong's eyes turned red, and he murmured, "My lord, why didn't you move..."

She grabbed Lin Juan's arm, frightened: "That rib... my lord..."

"Stop talking." Lin Juan covered Guo Xiaotong's eyes—besides, Brother Zhou couldn't bear it.

"Go out and find the medicine box and come in, brother Zhou is also injured a lot." Lin Juan said to Guo Xiaotong.

Guo Xiaotong nodded quickly, scratched his face, turned and went out.

"Wait a minute." Zhou Qizun suddenly stopped Guo Xiaotong.

"What's wrong, Brother Zhou?" Guo Xiaotong turned around and asked.

"Call Guo Qingxuan in for me." Zhou Qizun reached for his pocket and took out the longevity bell, "The bell has been moving since just now."

The Longevity Bell was indeed moving in Zhou Qizun's palm, once in a while, shaking weakly from time to time.

Zhou Qizun held the longevity bell tightly: "Let Guo Qingxuan come in...to see my sister."

"Your sister?" Lin Juan and Guo Xiaotong didn't know the inside story, they were both dumbfounded.

"Why did the longevity bell turn blood red?" Lin Juan was stunned.

"You know this thing?" Zhou Qizun asked immediately.

Lin Juan: "Yes. I probably know. I don't know the specifics. I just heard about it from Master. The longevity bell is a ghost thing. It is made from the root of the longevity tree under the underworld. It is a treasure for nourishing ghosts. But It has too much yin energy, if you have to figure it out, it looks more like an evil thing, even us shady people who walk around dare not use it."

Lin Juan suddenly realized: "It turns out that the ghost my lord has been feeding with blood is Brother Zhou's younger sister!"

"Feed with blood?" Zhou Qizun's heart beat sharply, and he spoke very quickly, "What do you mean? Tell me clearly!"

"This...the reason is very simple. No matter how powerful the root of the longevity tree is, the bone is nothing but a container. The blood of the mountain ghost... um... .. The mountain ghost is the demon lord born in the Great Desolation, and the Great Desolation Mountain is the initial leyline. The blood of the mountain ghost naturally connects the heaven and the earth. Let me explain more clearly, Brother Zhou, you have also seen that your lord's wounds can heal on their own, so his Blood is the best vitality and the best nourishment for the longevity bell."

Zhou Qizun's complexion was getting worse and worse, and Lin Juan said it with difficulty: "I have personally seen my lord feed the longevity bell with blood. In addition, this bell has a strong smell of mountain ghosts, my lord should have fed it for many years."

Zhou Qizun held the longevity bell, the palm and back of this hand ached.And every time the Changsheng Bell shook slightly, he would be heartbroken once.Not only for Zhou Yi in Lingli, but also for Zhang Jueming.

For more than eight years, he never knew the word "Zhang Jueming" or such a beautiful young man.Behind what he didn't know, what did Zhang Jueming do for him?How much did you do?

Zhou Qizun looked at Zhang Jueming, as if his eyes were buried in a thorn of thorns, every inch of his vision was pierced, and every moment of his vision was painful.

"I...I'm going to call Sister Xuan." Guo Xiaotong sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and Feng quickly ran out to call for someone.

The little rabbit jumped around swiftly, and Guo Qingxuan came in on her hind legs not long after she went out.

"Xiaotong Linjuan, you two go to Ma Boyuan's place. The second uncle just helped him go to Sha, and he needs to be taken care of." Guo Qingxuan entered the room and saw the longevity bell in Zhou Qizun's hand, and immediately sent the two out.

Lin Juan understood what was going on, so he agreed and dragged Guo Xiaotong out.

Guo Qingxuan and Zhou Qizun were silent two by two, and Guo Qingxuan held back a long time before saying: "You... the longevity bell is your sister..."

"I see." Zhou Qizun's voice was hoarse.

"Yinhun's yin energy is too heavy...I guess...I'm afraid they were worried about hurting you, so they didn't tell you for a long time." Guo Qingxuan struggled to say every word.

"When did you know?" Zhou Qizun asked.

"Tonight! I only knew that the mountain ghost was wearing the Longevity Bell. After all, this thing is so dark that even the aura of the mountain ghost can't suppress it..."

"That's why Zhang Jueming was afraid that he wouldn't be able to come back after leaving tonight, so he gave you the Changsheng Bell and told you that it contained my sister's soul." Zhou Qizun interrupted.

"...Yeah." Guo Qingxuan turned away his eyes and didn't look at Zhou Qizun again. ——It's not a good thing to see a man with a straight back collapse.

After a moment of dead silence, Zhou Qizun took a deep breath and stood up from Zhang Jueming's bedside: "I'm fine."

He handed the longevity bell to Guo Qingxuan: "The longevity bell has been moving, take a look. See what's going on."

"..." Guo Qingxuan couldn't bear it, but she could only turn her face away, took the Changsheng Bell from Zhou Qizun's hand, looked down, and frowned, "The Changsheng Bell lacks the blood of the mountain ghost. Zhou Yi should be in great pain to be hurt again. She should have no soul consciousness now, but she...she seems to have something to say to you."

"Is there any way?" Zhou Qizun asked immediately.

"I'll try." Guo Qingxuan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes flashed blue. She threw the Changsheng Bell into the air, and she pulled a water splash from her wrist and pushed it onto the Changsheng Bell.

The Changsheng Bell vibrated in the air for a while, and suddenly fell, Guo Qingxuan stretched out her hand to pick it up, the Changsheng Bell flickered on and off in her palm, for a long time, Zhou Yi's weak voice came from inside: "Brother... "

Zhou Qizun clenched his hands into fists, blood vessels burst out on the back of his hands, and his skin and flesh collapsed to death.

"Brother..." Zhou Yi from the bell called out again.

"Brother is here." Zhou Qizun moved his lips, his jaw trembling uncontrollably.

"It's great that you're fine..." Zhou Yi seemed relieved when he heard Zhou Qizun's voice, obviously more discouraged.

"I'm sorry, brother...we have never dared to..." Zhou Yi's words were vague, and his voice was not far away. Zhou Qizun bent down and put his ear close to the Changshengling to hear it vaguely, "Don't blame me. Cassia..."

"Since you saved Cassia, he has been..." The light of the longevity bell went out, and it didn't move anymore.

Zhou Qizun kept bending over for a long time, and finally straightened up slowly, looking at the bell with lowered eyes.

"I... I asked my second uncle to think of a way?" Guo Qingxuan asked tentatively.

Zhou Qizun stiffened and nodded his head.

Guo Qingxuan sighed, and glanced lightly at Zhang Jueming on the bed: "But I can't guarantee you, after all, you still need mountain ghosts for ghosts."

Guo Qingxuan went out with the longevity bell.

The door is closed, the windows are closed, and the curtains are drawn tightly.Only Zhou Qizun and Zhang Jueming were in the room.

Zhou Qizun held his breath and almost exhausted all his strength to listen, but he couldn't hear Zhang Jueming's panting in the air.He looked at Zhang Jueming, the painful expression on Zhang Jueming's face was still there, and the pain was still there. —the person is still alive.

Zhou Qizun shook twice, leaned against Zhang Jueming's bed, and slowly sat down on the ground.

Beating the ground with your hands and injuring yourself is something only fools do, it's useless.Fart useless. ——Zhou Qizun thought so.

When he knew that Zhang Jueming was looking for death alone, he had already beat him once, don't get sick again, don't get sick again. ——Zhou Qizun thought so.

Thinking this way, he raised his arm at the same time, punched the ground hard, and punched the ground for several times in a row, making the already injured hand more injured, and the skin was torn apart.

"Zhou Qizun..."

Zhou Qizun was jolted violently, and jumped up from the ground like crazy, as if a dead ghost had cheated a corpse.

"Zhou Qizun..." The voice broke softly.

It was Zhang Jueming who was calling him.

Zhang Jueming's lips were dry and pale, and he only squirmed slightly, humming Zhou Qizun's name from the cracks in his lips.

Zhou Qizun sat by the bed and reached out to touch Zhang Jueming's face.

He wiped Zhang Jueming's cheek with his fingertips: "Jaeming, are you awake?"

"Zhou..." Zhang Jueming moaned, tilted his head in pain, his chest slowly began to rise and fall, Zhou Qizun finally heard his light and shallow breathing.

"Cassia." Zhou Qizun pinched a strand of Zhang Jueming's hair and rubbed it with his fingertips.This hair is black and soft, "You have loved me for so many years..."

He could understand what Zhou Yi hadn't finished saying.Even if you don't have a heart, you can figure it out - who would shed blood for eight years to protect his sister's soul for an irrelevant person.

But he couldn't understand Zhou Yi's words. ——Zhou Yi said "since you saved Cassia Ming".

Zhou Qizun covered his face with his hands, and even muffled his own voice: "Jaeming, how can I save you..."