What Jue completely noticed was the scene of Shao Kefan hugging Jian Xin. Seeing the two of them flirting with each other and loving each other, Yin Sizai's stiff face twitched and he felt a little pain in his eyes because Qin Weiluo was captured.
The rising sarcasm was swept away, and his eyes were fixed on the Book of the Dead for a long time before leaving.
Fate is really a joke! After many twists and turns, she finally returned to that person. His heart, which had calmed down after practicing hard for three years, became quite restless when he came to the palace on the first day. Even though he knew,
If there weren't those ups and downs, they would still be together. However, after the ups and downs, everything is different.
What he never expected was that after being severely hit by Qin Weiluo's death, Jian Xin actually committed suicide for the lives of many soldiers. However, he died hopelessly in the end, and the monarch who was indifferent to the lives of the common people almost took over the world.
In his heart, the faintly suppressed hatred and a trace of emotion were intertwined. He didn't care about the affairs of the world for the time being, and just wanted to visit the person who occupied her for three years, escaped reincarnation and was finally brought.
The undead being bound by the cursed iron caltrops asked him in surprise with the words he expected, "What? You are not reincarnated?"
Jue Che snorted coldly, "I'm lucky to have been chosen by the former Yin Chief Zai Wucuo, so I didn't end up like the Protector. All of this is thanks to the Protector and Wang Shuzhen!"
That time, he was jointly killed by his personal bodyguard Shu Zhen and his companions of more than four years. When the ghost came to him who was already undead, he followed him obediently, only thinking secretly that everything would not end. Then,
Fengyuan pleases Wucuo, and uses his outstanding skills to ask for a simple position, even if it is the wrong one.
As long as he still remembers the pain and hatred, as long as his ability has not disappeared.
Just when Ucuo ascended to heaven in ten thousand years, he gained this hot position because of his outstanding martial arts and forbearing character, and spent three years practicing the secret books passed down. Everything is no longer what it used to be. Shao Kefan
What the hell, what if there is no Xuelin?
Jue Che kept raising the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic manner, pacing around the human-shaped iron frame in the black fire, as if admiring something pleasing to the eye. Qin Weiluo's head was fixed on the iron frame, and he could not be seen for the time being.
, but it was clear that he was watching a good show, and he said angrily, "You raped Zhaolian and made me cuckold for four years. Don't you deserve to die? Don't think that if you become the underworld leader, I will be afraid of you."
Jue Che's eyes stagnated, and became even colder. He quickened his pace, walked around Qin Weiluo, stretched out his hand to hold his neck, "I am too lazy to explain this to you, but I want to tell you some good news."
Qin Weiluo curled his lips disdainfully and said, "Shao Xiangnan, what good news can you have? I feel comfortable under the fire, so I don't need you to care about me. Please hurry up and do it."
The fire of the Purgatory Fire City licked him every day. Even though he was an undead, the pain was no less than that of fire burning on an ordinary person. It was even more excruciating. However, it no longer mattered how much the pain reached the extreme.
Hearing the three words "Shao Xiangnan", he seemed to have a long-lost sense of familiarity. Jue Che was startled and recalled that it used to be his real name, as well as another title: King Ling.
The hand that was holding Qin Weiluo's neck was released, and Jue Che suddenly realized, "Haha, I forgot that you are already an undead spirit."
"Aren't you the same?" Qin Weiluo retorted, his eyes staring at the gray dome filled with misery, "If you are neither alive nor dead, you are just as pitiable."
This sentence had no effect on Jue Che, but his cold gaze became more aggressive, "Did you know? Mu Jianxin is resurrected and has returned to Shao Kefan."
"What did you say?" Qin Weiluo's eyes widened and he yelled in shock. Then his eyes turned as gray as a dome, and he felt that the heart of the undead was in pieces, mixed in the fire of hell, and burned beyond repair.
His wife was resurrected, which really surprised him, but he understood in an instant that the evil lady had kept her body intact? He had long vaguely predicted that one day she would be resurrected, but
, what he couldn't tolerate was that she was willing to put aside his kindness and his tragic death a few years ago to accommodate that insidious and treacherous man again.
After three years of being dead, relying on each other and loving each other, in her eyes, is it so worthless? He gave her love wholeheartedly, gave her a sense of belonging, saved her at the last moment, and thought that that time he was wiped out.
The eternity in her heart, but unexpectedly, unexpectedly... He still lost after all. Looking back three years, she seemed to have only given herself to him temporarily.
The burning pain of the hell fire that he had been enduring all this time burst out at this moment, causing his undead body to shrink and expand. However, the iron thorns also shrank with his body, binding him tightly, and the iron nails penetrated into the void.
The bone is like a bone that has entered the body, and it hurts so much that it is hard to live, if his existence and his consciousness can allow him to call it "life".
"Why? Why?..." He asked the void in pain, his voice hoarse, his roar rising above the screams of the undead who were also being punished in the city of fire, and it was extremely shrill.
His head was held up by an iron nail, and the pain of being penetrated was worse than the burning of hell fire. Because his body was shaking violently, and his head was shaking slightly, the iron nail that penetrated his brain seemed to be awakened, gradually thickened, and invaded.
Squeezing out other intact parts.
He couldn't ask any more questions, his mouth opened helplessly, and he could only make a sound of "Ah...ah...". Extreme grief, harshness, anger, and hatred were intertwined together. His brows were furrowed to the deepest level, and his face was as pale as soaked wine.
The corpse, with a face that is unparalleled in the world, was twisted and hideous.
Jue Che began to watch the scene in front of him with interest, feeling a refreshing feeling of revenge. Back then, it was this spirit and Wang Shuzhen who jointly killed him brutally with the sword, ending his lifelong ambition.
It doesn't matter that he was killed. After all, it was just what Shao Kefan did to achieve the goal of reunification. He wanted to take revenge with his own hands, making him suffer the most unbearable pain in the world. Now, with the burning and emotional injury, the flame of revenge is here.
When it burned to the extreme, he was finally satisfied.
Jue Che stared at the man in front of him coldly, his dark pupils shone like black gemstones, but remained motionless. After a long time, seeing Qin Weiluo's resistance gradually slow down, he said, "I said Hu Ze
Oh my god, just stay in the Purgatory City of Fire and quietly accept the punishment, and don't be like the undead spirits around you who cry and howl all day long, making me look down on you."
With a wave of his black sleeves and a retracted hand, the iron nail on the plump forehead was sucked away by a force, and the slender hole healed automatically, returning to its original state.
The iron nail was caught between the raised fingers. Jue Chewang played with it twice with interest and threw it to the ground. A trace of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Your power is insignificant in my eyes, so there is no need to be careful."
The nails were pulled out but there was no excitement at all. Qin Weiluo seemed to have exhausted all his strength, leaning his head on the iron frame, staring at the gray vault as before, his eyes filled with indescribable sadness, and his heart seemed to
It was hollowed out, and I couldn't hear clearly what Jue Che said.
Things are different, isn't it?
Jian Xin, is it true? You thought I was wiped out and hopeless, but you persisted in the face of him and accepted him again.
Or should I say, the one you love most will always be him.
He believed that it was two reasons that coexisted. The person she loved the most had long been fixed in her heart, but it was just because she had gone through many things and gradually become estranged.
Jue Che saw that he was so worried about the wooden slips and wanted to destroy him with one palm. However, the laws of Hell's Punishment Bureau stipulated that the Yin Division should not torture indiscriminately, otherwise there would be an unclean record in the heaven.
He turned around and left in disgust, and suddenly heard a lazy but sarcastic voice from behind, "Don't you also like her? It seems that it is a lie. Prince Ling is really humorous, and he did not forget to joke before he died."
The figure that was about to disappear into the black fire suddenly stopped and turned around slowly. His eyes were as sharp as a sword blade in an instant, passing through the black flames, which seemed to be able to freeze everything. Qin Weiluo couldn't help but feel a chill.
Yes, before he died, when he was disappointed with Mu Jianxin, he expressed his feelings bitterly. At that time, he only had contempt for this woman. If he left with regrets, it was only because he had not realized his ambition.
, however, after the soul left the body, the misunderstood truth of the world was already clear, so he chewed a sentence repeatedly in his heart, and everything was not over yet.
It's not over yet, it won't be over.
After passing away, I remembered that there was warmth in his life, that is, he died in her arms, and it was her who scrubbed his body with her own hands, changed his clean clothes, and tied up his messy blood-stained hair.
That was his most profound memory. He suppressed the hatred of the past and was unwilling to practice the secret skills of hell for three years, but that touch of tenderness always lingered in his empty heart. Now this man had her for three years. How could he not hate her?
Even at this point, he would cause him endless pain, let alone if he killed him and ended his life.
A figure flashed across the fire, like a stream of black flames, but those sharp and cold eyes were particularly eye-catching, like a sharp sword piercing it. In an instant, it stopped in front of the iron frame. Qin Weiluo closed his eyes.
Eyes, this stubborn guy, can do whatever he wants. Anyway, his existence has no meaning.
Jue Che did not take action, with a half-smile on his face. He came closer to Qin Weiluo, with a hint of admiration in his lifeless eyes, "Yes, I love her and plan to bring her here to be my wife. What do you think?"
Sample?"
"What did you say?" Qin Weiluo shouted with red eyes, "She is a big living person."
"A living person?" Jue Che was a little confused and frowned slightly, "You have to remind me, will her body be kept or not? What if she is resurrected..."
He paused, closed his mouth, and let out a series of dull and strange laughter, "Hehehehe..." He nodded, took two steps forward, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Qin Weiluo stared at the direction Jue Che was going away for a long time before looking away. Worry, decadence, anger, and sadness were like four thorny iron caltrops, entangled together, twisting his heart.
Why is she so useless? She lost her homeland and ended up in this immortal situation. Apart from the regret, not even the people she loved could protect her.
The undead beings who were being punished in the Purgatory Fire City shook their heads and screamed endlessly every day. The hoarse and shrill sounds were heard one after another. Many undead souls fainted from the pain, and then dragged their immortal bodies with them.
Wake up and endure the torture day after day.
For him, the years are endless, but if his heart is empty and the fire of hell burns on his body, it doesn't matter, just pretend it has nothing to do with him. But once he has someone he cares about and a long-cherished wish, the pain seems to have found a way to resolve it.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, it occupies every corner of the body and can no longer get rid of it.