Article 172

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Chu Xun said calmly, "Unless I die."

The cloud of black air let out a shrill howl, and said hoarsely: "Chu Xun, you are crazy! You...kill him—kill him for me—otherwise I will kill all of you after night falls!"

Dawn has come.

Layer upon layer of daylight weakly ignites the endless night.

The ghost king couldn't support himself in the light, he fled into the darkness, the candle burning with black smoke trembled suddenly, and then went out.

Chu Xun came to his senses, the City God's Pavilion was built quite high, from a distance, the rivers and mountains were shrouded in mist and rain, and the scars could not be seen clearly, but the wind and moon were as good as before, and Jiangnan's spring was good.

"Master Chu, I'm sorry."

"It wasn't because we were cruel and merciless, it was because you ruined Yimu, the ghost king, and he has too much grudge with you... We have no choice but to..."

"What do you say so much! It's too late to make a difference. My whole family is waiting to survive. Is it important for him alone, or the life of the big guy? For those who have the Tao, all living beings are the first, and the self is the last. He said it himself! "

Chu WanNing stood in the distance, looking at this man who didn't know what relationship he had with him, feeling complicated in his heart.

Suddenly a hand covered his eyes.

Chu WanNing asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"I won't let you see."

"...why?"

"It will be uncomfortable."

Chu Wan was quiet for a while, her eyelashes trembling in Mo Ran's palm: "No, it was said two hundred years ago."

Mo Ran's voice came from behind, sighing softly: "...Little fool, then why are my palms wet?"

I don't know how long it has passed, a stick of incense, an hour, or an instant.

Time is blurred in this madness and chaos.

When Chu Wanning opened his eyes, the supernatant barrier had dissipated, and Chu Xun fell into a pool of blood, surrounded by people and ghosts, ghosts and monsters in human skin, sniffing fresh blood.

Joy and guilt for the rest of my life, pain and guilt are like animals.

The air smelled of death.

The world, or hell.

It's not so clear anymore.

The crowd dispersed slowly, there would be no ghosts during the day, they were anxious to feed their hunger, to rest, and to wait for the ghost king to come again at night, to inspect the dead men in the temple, and then return their relatives reward.

In the temple, gradually only the dozen or so weeping living people remained.

There is the woman in the brothel, the old woman with full hair, a couple who were dissuaded by their children, a beggar, a scholar, a storyteller, a former rich man, a widow with a young son in her arms, and a teacher. ,farmer.

Nothing else.

However, when they were caressing the corpse and weeping bitterly, the dead man in the pool of blood slowly opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

"Young master!"

"Master Chu!"

Mo Ran's heart trembled, and he couldn't bear to say: "It's useless...this is..."

This mantra has been lost in this world, but unexpectedly it can be seen again in this virtual world.

"This is a posthumous curse. He is already dead, and he cast this spell on himself before he died." Chu Wanning paused and said, "He has something to do, and he still has concerns in the world."

As expected, Chu Xun's eyes were empty and unfocused, and he just said lightly: "The ghost race is sinister, and its words cannot be trusted. After nightfall, the supernatural barrier will be lost, and evil spirits will inevitably come out and massacre everywhere. I hope everyone, escape from here , to Putuo."

"My son..."

"My body is dead, and I have no chance to be with you again. However, I have condensed my life's spiritual power and formed a spell in the spiritual core. You carry my spiritual core, and ghosts and ghosts can't get close."

The crying was even worse, almost crying blood.

Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were even more frightened.

spiritual core...

That is the crystallization of the same life as the heart...

The dead Chu Xun slowly raised his unstiffened hand, according to the incantation he laid down before his death, he grasped the blade buried in his chest, and drew it out.

then--

"Young Master!!!" Everyone around wailed, their voices were distorted and hoarse, soaked in blood and tears, "Young Master, what are you doing——!!"

The dead man's fingers tore open the gap in his chest, pierced into his own flesh and blood, grabbed the heart that was no longer beating, and slowly, inch by inch, pulled it out.

The heart was bleeding, and it was beating with golden-red flames.

That was the power of Chu Xun's spiritual core, the last light of the candle.

"Take...take..."

He lifted up the burning heart, held it straight to the front, and kept repeating: "Take...take...hold..."

The drops of blood rolled down, but they all turned into red crabapple flowers. Those flowers were burning and dazzling.

"The road is long, and the dangers and obstacles are unpredictable. Chu Xun's fate is short, and he can't do his best. Wanwang lords... Wanwang lords are more self...precious...respect..."

Mo Ran looked at all this in front of him in amazement, and suddenly felt thorns on his back and cold sweat.

The scar... the scar! !

He suddenly remembered that Chu Wanning's chest was close to the heart——

There is also a scar!

That's where Chu Wanning is extremely sensitive, how could he forget? Every time he lingers on the bed, when he licks that faint scar, Chu WanNing Su

There will always be a forbearing love on the cold and indifferent face. Mo Ran thinks this look looks very exciting, so he is always willing to bully the people under him like this.

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