Chapter four hundred and twenty seventh: Returning to the hometown of the soul
Is this the reason why Grandma Fox knows everything? She has integrated into this mountain, and every inch of flesh and blood can feel everything that happens here. But this is undoubtedly a kind of self-shackles, and she will never be able to leave Juiyun Peak again.
Otherwise, it would be heart-wrenching to cut off the roots of those flesh. Why can we do this? For these eternal scenery, for the grandchildren who have no blood relationship with her, and the only number that can be considered huge.
Small creatures?
Maybe now is not the time to discuss this.
She must have her reasons. At least there is no doubt that the scenery on this mountain is so beautiful. The sun is almost setting, and the sky is darkening, with a bit of the warm color left in the west, like the edge of a dark satin
It was slightly burned, but it was about to be completely extinguished. The huge white tengu lay upright on the side, as quiet as a sculpture of falling snow.
"...Are you okay?"
Hanshang had returned to his human form, but his eyes were still bleeding. He covered his left eye with one hand, and red liquid flowed out from between his fingers. He wandered to Mu Wan at the entrance of the cave, stretched out his
His right hand was stained with blood and dust. Although Mu Wan stretched out his hand, she pressed something into his palm. The solid touch was a little angular, and he immediately understood what it was.
"But your wound is still bleeding. You are no longer impermanent..."
"...You'd better treat your eyes first, I'm not in a hurry."
Her voice was very low, maybe because she didn't want to attract other people's attention, or because she didn't have enough strength. She was in pain and tired, and her whole body was slumped against the hole. The bloody hole on her collarbone was so eye-catching, even in the dim sky.
Eye-catching. You can see it.
Her eyes were a little distracted, and she could not respond to Han Shang's gaze well. But the wound might not be very serious, at least it did not damage the aorta, otherwise she would never have survived until now. Her patron saint was silent and well-behaved.
It's like it doesn't exist.
"I should have faced the fact that I am just an ordinary person... I can't always rely on such evil things to survive."
"For you as a human being, magic weapons are evil things after all." Han Chang sighed and sat next to her.
She looked at the Tengu and said, "If you no longer recognize me, then take my dead body; if you still recognize me, take me home..."
The Tengu actually nodded. It was clearly expressionless, but at that moment, Hanshang seemed to see something similar to a human being. In that moment of nodding, it calmly made a promise to another human being, just like a human being.
request.
"Wait, you..."
"It's great that I can still find the name at this time."
Han Chang turned to look at her, his expression darkened. She was furious, and he probably overestimated her situation. He didn't care to listen carefully to what Mu Wan was going to say, and just hurriedly put the amber back into her hand. She even grabbed it
It had no strength left, or had no consciousness to grasp it at all. Even so, her Tengu remained unmoved. Han Zhang knew vaguely in her heart that this big guy might be more aware of her current situation than Mu Wan.
situation.
"Don't scare me!" There was still blood on Han Shan's left cheek, but his eyes had returned to their original state. He held Amber in one hand and Mu Wan's hand in the other, and pressed them together forcefully. What happened?
Is the effect of recovery weakened due to damage, or does she have no will to survive? Han Chang doesn't want to think about it. "You, please don't get into trouble, everyone is still waiting for you... They will - they will be sad
Yes! It will be sad to ask Yingying..."
Mu Wan leaned there, staring blankly at the sky. The stars in the night sky flickered, and the trivial light fell in her eyes. The place was in a mess, but the mountains in the distance and the mountains in the distance were reflected in her eyes.
The mountains are still pure white, with patches of snow covering them one after another.
"In this case... in the future, when I return to Snow Inkstone Valley, I will have a name... on my monument."
"Don't say stupid things!"
"Tell them not to carve Shigetsuki-kun..."
"Speak for yourself!" He raised his voice, "Recover your wounds and tell them yourself!"
He still pressed the magic weapon in her hand in vain, but she remained unmoved. The magical power that could heal her eyes did not reappear on this body that gave up on itself. Too much blood escaped from her body, and she could not
Stop them and let them escape from the confinement of the physical body and go to a vast place. Mu Wan just said softly:
"Stop making things difficult for me..."
"no……"
Mu Wan stopped talking for the time being. She slowly reached out her hand and stroked the tengu's furry body twice. It didn't move, as if it was worried that any small move of its own would aggravate the loss of her blood. It also didn't make any sound.
Just stay with her like this. She whispered:
"In this way, you are finally free..."
Compared with Hanshang, its reaction can be said to be indifferent. But how could Hanshang understand the thoughts of this tengu? It has been with her for so many years, and its friendship is naturally much deeper than others. However, regarding the contract,
No one can tell. What the Tengu is really thinking, and whether it has been willing or not for so many years, are unknown to outsiders. Maybe even Mu Wan himself doesn’t know the answer.
"I have lived long enough and have seen enough people and monsters. You are a good monster and a good person. There are only a few such existences in the hundreds of years I have seen. I want to do something despicable
Things... things that take advantage of you because of your own good. I hope you can fulfill my wish as a dying person..."
He had probably accepted the reality, and Han Chang no longer made any rebuttal speeches. Those were all useless struggles. His throat was very tight, and it was even more difficult to respond. He could only nod vigorously and let her finish the rest of her words.
.
"There are three things... I entrust this amber to you for the time being. If you have a chance, please pass it to Shanhai... to Master Lintian. If he is busy with everything and can't see him, you can give it to Wu Qi - it's just in his hand
There is an incense burner inside, so I must ask him to handle it properly..."
Han Chang nodded harder, finally tightened his grip on Amber, and slowly withdrew it. He always had a feeling, a vague sense of guilt, as if he was depriving her of the last hope in her life at this moment. Even though
She didn't think so herself.
"The second thing is that I promised Ling Huan to find the whereabouts of Yin Huan for her. Now... I'm afraid I can't do it. Please apologize to her for me... I can't always promise anything. But, please
There are other uncertainties, as long as she contacts my colleagues, there is always hope... She will not give up, and we will not give up..."
"good."
Han Shang struggled to squeeze the word out of his mouth. He felt his body shaking more violently, but he couldn't control it. A single word made his throat feel as if boiling water had been scalded or a knife had cut it. But he was afraid of himself
Without responding, Mu Wan became silent the next moment.
"at last……"
Her eyes slowly moved to Han Chang's waist.
"I want you to use that sword to kill me."
In an instant, Han Chang's thoughts seemed to have evaporated.
What? He didn't seem to hear clearly and wanted to ask again. But he couldn't ask. He clearly understood.
He just didn't want to admit it.
"Please." Mu Wan did not repeat, "I beg you."
"...I can't..."
"My time is running out..."
She said it in a begging tone, and every word seemed precious. Her voice became softer and softer, but in this silent night, Han Sheng felt it was deafening.
"It can't be done..."
"I know that your sword can cut off souls." She tried her best to raise a hand and pointed at it, "That is also a sword from heaven... Please, you must do this while I still have breath.
Now. If we delay it any longer, it will be too late. There is no point."
"Why……"
"Living is too painful. I still... don't want to have an afterlife..."
Her eyes were still bright, but something was extinguished forever. In his eyes, and in her heart.
The people in the cave heard some noise in the distance, but it didn't mean anything good had happened. They walked out one after another, only to find that it was completely dark. In this darkness, the already filthy ground became more
A layer of pitch black color. This scene made everyone feel shocked, confused, and suffocated. They would rather this was just a ridiculous dream.
The sobs came one after another. No one needed any special explanation. The scene in front of me was enough to explain everything. There were only two people in front of me, one living person, and a silent tengu. The broken amber also lay silently aside, scattered in the dark night.
There was a weak, disorderly blue light. There was something else in Han Sheng's hand. It was a short sword, made of ordinary material but stained with blood. Xie Zhe almost forgot that what was contained in the short sheath was
Originally it was just such a short piece of metal.
Wenying has never seen Han Zhang cry so sadly. Maybe she has seen her before, or maybe she has forgotten it because it has been so long ago. When her parents passed away, she also cried hard like this, and she cried as hard as Han Zhang now.
Her heart was broken and her voice was hoarse. But she was only focused on crying at that time and didn't remember Han Shang's expression. Maybe she was too young. But she remembered clearly, every time
Hanshang stayed by her side, patting her back gently and saying comforting words. Before and after that, he might have cried, maybe not, maybe he just shed tears quietly. She didn't know, and she couldn't think about it.
When she got up, she wanted to do the same thing as Han Sheng did at that time, but before Mu Wan's body gradually lost its warmth, what she finally did was just cry loudly like those moments.
Just like her brother.
Memories surged up in her mind intermittently, and Ling Huan couldn't help but recall the little things Mu Wan had helped them when she was Shuangyue Lord. She felt an inexplicable regret, hating herself for always turning to her for help, but forgetting the impermanence of the six paths.
Like herself, they are human beings of flesh and blood. Although so many people believe that they have become something other than this, she clearly...
Xie Zhe felt that he should be stronger, but the cries of his friends were so contagious. His tears couldn't stop falling. He knew in his heart how cruel this was to Han Sheng.
But he actually did it. Does this mean that he is so kind?
The night was still very long, but there was not enough time to mourn. Amidst the continuous crying, the Tengu who had been sitting upright finally stood up. It supported its own limbs and carefully picked up the cold corpse. Then
People stepped back one after another and watched as it flapped its wings and gradually turned into a pure white retrograde meteor in the sky. It took her away, along with her name.
Wenying and Linghua were still sobbing, but Hanshang finally wiped away her tears. He stretched out his fist towards Linghua, and she stretched out her hand in confusion, not knowing what he was going to give her.
A bell as silver as a shooting star fell into her palm.
She cried again and again.
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