give me a chance to be a good person

Yu Wanggui is not a particularly sensitive person.

But even if he is as dull as him, he can vaguely feel the undercurrent between Shang Shijing and Wu Lang. The boy is still too young to understand what those indescribable emotions contain, let alone Bei Yi. Hong has been indulging in his own thoughts recently, and has no time to explain to him.But speaking of it, even if Bei Yihong didn't get hurt by it, he didn't have much emotional experience, so he didn't have any idea about it.

He just keenly felt that the more Shang Shijing loved him, and the more gentle and considerate Senior Wu smiled, the more complicated things were hidden in those eyes.

And after walking together for the past few days, Yu Wanggui also somewhat realized the abnormality of Shang Shijing - he was clearly a stranger, but he knew him far better than many people, just like his father and brother commented on his experience and past, There is not a word that is not heart-warming and appropriate, as if Senior Shang has accompanied me through those winds, frosts, rains and dews.

He naturally felt very warm, but he also felt a little creepy.

Mr. Shang is not always so warm and cheerful, he has a sense of alienation and indifference, which is always the case when he looks at anyone, and he always seems to treat Senior Wu differently from himself.

Yu Wanggui didn't know how to describe it.

He just felt that Mr. Shang was like a flame wrapped in a thin layer of ice to Senior Wu, alienated but close; but when he treated himself, he was like a cold stone burning in the flame, close but a little cold .

The deeper you go into the illusion, the more and more undead are there, and it can even be said that they are everywhere. Some of them will attack everyone, but some will wander around and avoid them, probably because they are trapped in a dream. In the bestowed dream.The three of them encountered many attacks along the way, and Shang Shijing's understanding of spells gradually became clear along with the journey.

When they were about to reach the center, the three of them found a corner to rest. This place was half-truth and half-truth. Shang Shijing and Yu Wanggui picked up some firewood at random, and the bonfire was bright and warm, but they didn’t know if it was real or fake. .Fortunately, the person was probably still real, Shang Shijing was very tired, he warmed up by the campfire for a while, and gradually fell asleep without knowing it.

This sleep was so long that his bones were almost soft. Shang Shijing had no dreams all night. When he woke up, it was already dawn, and the bonfire burned into a huge pool of ashes. Stretching his limbs, he found that the surrounding fog seemed to have faded Soon, both Yu Wanggui and Wu Lang were nowhere to be seen, he was startled, stood up instantly, looked around, but didn't dare to move too far away.

"Little friend Yu? Wu Lang?" Shang Shijing followed Wu Lang's example and called Yu Wanggui that way.

Wu Lang and Yu Wanggui would abandon him for no reason. Shang Shijing sat by the bonfire, put the matches left over from yesterday into the ashes, and lit a new fire. Although he had tens of millions of reasons He could comfort himself that the two of them would not leave without saying goodbye, but the fear of being alone was still lingering. He sat quietly for a while, but couldn't help standing up, walking around anxiously.

It seemed as long as 1 years later, a person came out of the fog suddenly, Shang Shijing looked up and saw that it was Wu Lang, he couldn't help but feel relieved, almost weeping with joy, he didn't even have time to ask why Yu Wanggui wasn't there.Shang Shijing strode up to Wu Lang and held his hand subconsciously. He saw that Wu Lang had changed into a dark red, as if stained with blood. , eyes soaked in the moonlight in the ice water, cold and piercing.

"Wu Lang!"

He looked at Shang Shijing so coldly, which made people feel fear and joy in their hearts.

After that creepy chill, Shang Shijing felt his heart beating violently as if he had spied a dangerous sweetness, but he couldn't tell whether it was because of his heartbeat or fear.

The joy and joy quickly cooled down after this glance, and Shang Shijing thought of Wu Lang's gaze, that person had never been so indifferent and ruthless, let alone Wu Lang couldn't see anything right now, he couldn't help but let go of his hand, stunned: " No...you are not Wu Lang."

A name suddenly appeared in his heart, Shang Shijing gritted his teeth, not daring to utter those three words easily.

The other party frowned and glanced coldly at Shang Shijing.

"I... I recognized the wrong person." Shang Shijing took two steps back, subconsciously trying to avoid the other party's gaze, dodging in a panic, but the other party didn't seem to care too much, and quickly walked forward, so Shang Shi Jing had no choice but to follow. In this vast and thick fog, if he was not careful, he would lose sight of the other party. Naturally, his figure couldn't be said to be concealed, not to mention that Wu Lang's cultivation was far superior to Shang Shijing's. , is also very obvious in his eyes.

The man didn't care that someone was following him, he just sneered, the laugh was so condescending and arrogant that Shang Shijing couldn't help but blush, embarrassed and annoyed, and a little unnatural.

Only then did Shang Shijing realize just how likable Wu Lang was. He was used to that person's meticulousness, his gentleness and kindness, like a spoiled child who couldn't stand even a little cold reception. .He smiled wryly, made some self-deprecating noises, and looked a little helpless. Fortunately, the man was not walking fast, and although he didn't deliberately wait for him, he wasn't too fast for him to catch up.

The two walked one front and one back, neither faster nor slower. After walking for some time, Ling Guangjun suddenly turned around. He looked at Shang Shijing like water, not like Wu Lang. It was so soft and shining, and the corners of his mouth were pulled with a smirk, making Shang Shijing wonder if this was a present report with a cold expression.

"When do you want to stay with me?"

Shang Shijing asked two questions in a row: "Why are you here? Who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Shijing suddenly felt his throat tighten, and his feet seemed to be empty. He couldn't breathe for a while, and could only make a vague and hoarse sound. He kicked his feet unconsciously, and his hands were tightened. Let his head go blank for a moment, as if he couldn't even use his strength to struggle, at the moment when his consciousness gradually lost, the man suddenly let go of his hand.

Shang Shijing fell heavily to the ground, air suddenly rushed into his lungs, he coughed violently, gasping for breath, it was the first time he felt breathing so hard, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and slid down his cheeks .He didn't mean to cry, it was just a normal reaction of his body, but he looked almost pitiful and cute.

There was no fluctuation on Ling Guangjun's face, just like a calm lake. He looked at Shang Shijing carefully, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The panting sounded like a bellows being pulled by a blacksmith. Before Shang Shijing could recover, he curled up on the ground and stroked his throat. It seemed as if it had been cut open by a sharp knife. , he still refused to admit defeat, and couldn't help whispering: "What about you? Do you know who you are?"

"This seat is Lord Ling Guang."

As his voice slowly dissipated in the air, the mist disappeared without a trace, as if the painted landscape painting was dyed with color, the overly soft morning sun was slightly orange, seeping through the bricks and walls, until It slapped Ling Guangjun's face swayingly, but it didn't melt away the coldness and comfort on his face.

The house here is similar to the southern barbarian houses that Shang Shijing has seen in the past few days, except that the ground is full of dead bodies. When he turned his face slightly, he saw a man lying in a miserable state of death, screaming suppressed in his throat During the process, the wind choked his throat, and even speaking seemed to be tortured. His already hoarse voice was now like a rough blunt stone. Mr. Ling Guang walked to the side of the stall nonchalantly, drinking tea and cold water, and sat comfortably. On the blood-stained bench, at the feet lay the woman's body.

Shang Shijing wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit. He got up from the ground in a hurry, and saw corpses all over the place in a daze, and even a few people were wearing Central Plains costumes. Trembling, it turned out to be Yu Changce's parents in this life, so he remembered the many ghosts he saw on Chunyun Mountain that day, and he was at a loss and at a loss.

Sadly, the only living creature here, the only one of his kind, didn't seem to have any kindness towards him.

If Ling Guangjun is Wu Lang, why is there such a big difference in temperament between the two.

If he is not, then who is he?

Shang Shijing was certain that this must be an illusion, but he didn't know where he was, who he could rely on, and whether he could get out safely.He has fallen into this state, yet he still doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with coming here, he is really fascinated by beauty, if he loses his life someday, he deserves to die here.

"Your name is Ling Guangjun..." Shang Shijing let out a small chuckle, and said in a low voice, "I don't know you well."

"is it?"

The man suddenly laughed out loud, his face was full of contempt, he looked at Shang Shijing as if he was looking at a pile of dust, that face was exactly the same as Wu Lang's, but his eyes were hard to deceive, they were completely different, two distinct people.He walked over and put his hands on Shang Shijing's heart. His hands didn't look like a pair of hands that had killed someone. They were white and slender, without calluses or dead skin, like a girl in a boudoir whose fingers never touched the spring water.

Ling Guangjun used such a hand to gently press on Shang Shijing's chest, and then he felt a pain in his heart, as if the hand had suddenly been pressed into the flesh and blood, and the skin on his chest was repeatedly pulled , The sharp pain hit the nerves, Shang Shijing only felt that his vision was blurred, and he could hardly breathe from the pain.

The beating heart was caught out.

His heart was smaller than what Shang Shijing thought. He was paralyzed on the ground, sweating profusely, without any ability to resist. Even standing up again became impossible. Tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes unconsciously, matching his expression , strangely like the difference in skin color, warm blood gushing from his chest, he heard Ling Guangjun chuckle: "Listen, it's you who want to see me."

The heart whimpered with joy and despair.

The blood dyed Shang Shijing's clothes red, and when it dripped down from his fingertips to the ground, it seemed to merge with the dead bodies all over the ground, dyeing the soil a purplish red.

Mr. Ling Guang didn't even bother, and even helped him up. Leaning on the man, he felt his chest was empty, and the torn skin was hanging down, like dried flesh. Blood poured into his throat, muttering Trying to block his normal pronunciation, he said in a hoarse voice, "Give it back to me, it's not yours."

"Is that from Wu Lang?" Ling Guangjun lowered his head lazily, bit Shang Shijing's ear, and blew an ambiguous breath. Unbelievably, when he made these movements, there was a little bit of laziness in addition to his laziness. Indifferent, as if it was just an ordinary tease.

Shang Shijing was in a daze. He covered his hand and said slowly, "It's not his either."

So Ling Guangjun smiled in satisfaction, and rubbed his bloody fingers back and forth on Shang Shijing's dry lips. The kiss fell on Shang Shijing's forehead, his attitude changed suddenly, and he said softly, "Remember what you said today."

The two were so close that Shang Shijing could hear Ling Guang-jun's heartbeat.

"He is me, so be as afraid of him as you are of me."

Ling Guangjun said full of affection, he was like an abyss, but now he is like the only light in the abyss, with dazzling hope and bottomless heaviness.

"That's what you want to see."

One hand dragged Shang Shijing out of Ling Guang-jun's arms, and out of this bizarre world. He withdrew to face the sun and flew into the clouds. Ling Guang-jun raised his head to look at Shang Shijing, and soon he was as small as dust. So Shang Shijing saw the endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, slowly pouring in and engulfing Lord Ling Guang.

Shang Shijing suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if his heart had been crushed by Ling Guangjun, only then did he realize that the other party hadn't given his heart back to him.

Then he woke up, Yu Wanggui's big worried face was squeezed in front of him, he stretched out his hand silently to push away that face, the young man seemed to feel that he had lost his composure, and withdrew his body and said, "Senior Shang, are you okay? "

"It's...not bad." Shang Shijing touched his chest subconsciously, making sure that the little heart was still beating vigorously in his chest, and then he was relieved. He still couldn't use much strength, He breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly, "It's nothing."

Yu Wanggui nodded, and said softly, "You just fell into an illusion, and the illusion here is hard to guard against. I like to take advantage of the void to enter, and I'm afraid this is also an illusion."

Shang Shijing closed his eyes and didn't say much.

In the vast mist, the three sleeping people snuggled up beside the bonfire, Shang Shijing and Yu Wanggui were still sleeping soundly, only Wu Lang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The author has something to say: There is actually no complete standard interpretation of this illusion, so everyone can freely see what they want to see through the plot w

By the way, someone wanted to ask a question in the previous chapter, so I will briefly explain it.