Journey to Taoyuan

It was almost evening, and Chongguang had not returned yet.He Zixi finally couldn't sit still.Because all the people living in this village are ghosts instead of people!He hastily lit a lantern and looked around for Chong Guang's figure.

"Heavy light!"

"Heavy light!"

……

He yelled over and over.The surroundings were quiet, as if a stone had been thrown into a bottomless pool.Where did it go!He still has injuries!Why is this person so awkward!He Zixi was so anxious that he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and searched along the upper stream of the stream.

He Zixi saw that the stream seemed to be cut off by something from a distance, and when he took a closer look, it was two people!He subconsciously blew out the lamp and walked forward cautiously.

"Come back to heaven with me..."

It was a woman's voice.He Zixi always felt familiar.

"No."

The other is the voice of Chongguang.

"As long as you open the memory of the fairy family, you can go back."

"No."

The two were silent for a while, and Chongguang said impatiently: "Even if what you said is true, it's not now. There are still people waiting for me."

"That person?" The woman snorted coldly with disdain, "That person turned his hand into clouds and his hands into rain, reversed Yin and Yang, erased the memory of the gods, and imprisoned them underground, even he himself almost forgot about him Who is it?"

"What are you talking about!" Chongguang screamed, covering his head.

"Everyone in the sky, except you and me. They are all ghosts, and that person is no exception." The woman said viciously.

"Shut up, nonsense!"

He Zixi, who was hiding behind the tree, also covered her head. This woman is Lord Qingling, the heavenly realm, there is no god... what does it mean?

"The person waiting for you, after you die, he will be crazy, crazy, crazy!"

"You can't remember because he took everything from you. Your appearance, your memory, your name!"

The more He Zixi listened, the more fascinated he became, wondering if it was time for him to appear.

"Oh, are you finished talking? Lord Qingling, Chongguang?"

Qing Lingjun turned his head sharply, startled, feared, hated and angry.

"Why be nervous, aren't we all old friends?"

Qing Lingjun listened to his leisurely tone, hesitantly said: "Didn't you jump off the platform to kill immortals, how could you still remember..."

He Zixi held her head, and approached them step by step while talking, "Yes, jump off the platform to experience the feeling of being beheaded in Taoyuan County that year, you gods, you are not as good as a dog. "

He Zixi bit the last few words hard, grabbed Qing Lingjun's neck, wisps of black dead air emerged from the palm of his hand: "You just made it up really nicely, I think you forgot, why are you alone?" Leave you alone."

"You..." Qing Lingjun's face was pale, and her breathing gradually weakened. She felt weird from here, and couldn't exert any strength. She stabbed the needle in despair, "Then... you, ha... remember... he ..."

"Stop!" Chong Guang screamed, and a corpse was so limp that it fell to the ground.He subconsciously counted steps backwards, panting heavily, his eyes darkened.He Zixi looked at Chongguang with complicated eyes, and comforted him: "Gods will not die unless they jump off the Zhanxiantai." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, physically and mentally exhausted, he really didn't know what to say.

Chong Guang listened to him, fell to the ground, tremblingly said: "Jumping from Zhanxiantai...does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, I'm not a god."

The only one who hurts is him.

"If, I am a god, Mr. An Rong..."

Big teardrops rolled down from Chongguang's eyes.He Zixi suddenly opened his eyes.Lord Qingling once said that he committed peach blossoms.

He looked at Chongguang with unusually gentle eyes, and said softly: "No, you are just a mortal." He picked up Chongguang, like a child who is afraid of the dark.

You are just a mortal, a mortal haunted by evil spirits.