Just as Li Minglou thought, no one could detect him and no one could stop him.
Li Minglou sat in the scorching white cast by the starlight, looking at the monk standing in front of him.
This was the first time I could see his face clearly. It had clear lines and delicate features, but it was as sharp as a knife.
Li Minglou looked at himself. Her hair was spread out, her sleeves were burned out, and she fell to the ground. Her skin was burning, like a fish on a frying pan.
This is an illusion, but this illusion can kill her. No one can see it. Just like the wound on her arm before, she will die silently surrounded by her relatives.
Li Minglou looked at the monk: "You can either kill me or beat me to pieces. Otherwise, I will not forget what happened."
Monk Mu looked down at the woman kneeling on the ground: "I know you are unwilling to give in, but you don't know how many lives and deaths your unwillingness will change."
"You can see that I change other people's lives and deaths, so you stop me." Li Minglou looked up at him, "Then why can't you see that others cause my death? Why don't you stop me?"
Monk Mu saluted with one hand in front of him: "Because the way of heaven is orderly."
It was Heavenly Dao again, Li Minglou smiled, and when she was about to say something, Monk Mu leaned over, stretched out his hand, and touched her forehead.
"Li Minglou," he said, "come and see."
Look? What are you looking at? Li Minglou looked at him. His figure blocked the starlight, causing the fire burning in her body to gradually extinguish. His hand was on her forehead, like ice and snow soothing her pain. She looked at his
His face became more and more clear, and beams of starlight penetrated his face, so bright and dazzling that she couldn't help but raise her hands, turn her head and close her eyes.
There was a momentary noise in my ears, mixed with the sound of footsteps.
"This way."
"Every time you check the dead body, you have to make another cut."
"The bodies that have been inspected are piled here."
Corpses? Li Minglou slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was the blue sky and white sun. There were no monks, no palaces, and no Wu Ya'er. She was still sitting on the ground, surrounded by corpses in military uniforms. The smell of blood filled her nostrils...
.
Is this another fantasy?
"....Don't put the corpses around. Put the Li family's on another side. They have to be reported to the court for verification."
A voice came from the front, and Li Minglou, who was sitting blankly, suddenly became alert and his hair stood on end.
Li family's human corpse?
She looked around with a stiff neck and saw two soldiers carrying a corpse across the courtyard gate. Following the instructions of a general, they walked to the other side and exposed the corpse in front of Li Minglou.
The red clothes were messy and fluttering after being slashed by the sword. A slender and strong arm was hanging down, touching the ground as it swayed, leaving a long trace of blood on the ground along the arm...
She recognized that dress.
"Sister, look, how about wearing this when I carry you to worship?" The young man shook out a red robe and smiled at her.
These clothes, she looked at them, didn't look like new clothes.
"I dug it out from the warehouse." The young man lowered his head and looked at the clothes. "It should have been worn by my father when he married my mother."
They were her father's clothes. She looked at the boy and saw that he was already taller than her father.
Li Minglou let out a silent roar and got up. Someone walked by in front of her, and she bumped into it. Instead of being hit, she passed through.
Li Minglou looked down at himself. He seemed to be able to see himself, but it seemed transparent...
Fantasy?
Is this a fantasy after her death?
Regardless, Li Minglou stumbled towards the other side and was rushed over. The two men threw the bodies aside. She rushed forward and saw Li Mingyu's face. It was not the current Li Mingyu, but the Li Mingyu when she died.
The face was covered in blood, and the eyes were round and staring.
This once familiar face had become so unfamiliar that she almost forgot that her brother was dead.
Li Minglou held this face and cried loudly.
Someone else came around.
"Sir, is Li Minglou's body also placed here? Should the female family members be released separately?"
"No, just put it here."
This sound stopped Li Minglou's cry and cast a shadow around her. She turned her head and saw the red Jifu first. Her eyes were looking upwards, opposite to those looking downwards...
The young master with his back to the sun, his face dazed, and holding a bow in his hand, looked at Li Minglou and then passed through her...
With a bang, another corpse was placed on the ground, and the rings jingled. Li Minglou saw that the red robe spread out at his feet was the same auspicious uniform as the young master's.
"....Let them, siblings, lie together so they won't be alone on the road."
The young master's voice was calm.
Compliments rang out from around him, "Mr. Nan is so kind."
Mr. Nan is kind? Mr. Nan is kind! Li Minglou laughed, grabbed the long knife scattered on the ground, and stabbed Xiang Nan fiercely...
She passed through Xiang Nan, and there was no knife in her hand.
She leaned over to pick up the sword from the ground again, but failed again and again. When her hand touched the sword, it was transparent and she could not hold anything.
How disgusting, Li Minglou looked at the sky and shouted, the pain she suffered in the illusion was real, why was it made illusory for her at this time?
Where is that monk? Where is that monk? Since I sent her back, let her take revenge. Let her take revenge.
She raised her head and found that Xiang Nan had walked away. Her and Li Mingyu's bodies were also being loaded into the car. There were more corpses. Li Minglou glanced at them and saw that there were followers from Jiannan Road and members of the Li clan, but there was no one among them.
Those people she was familiar with, Yuan Ji, were already dead. She had never been familiar with Fang Er, Jiang Ming and others, and she didn't know where they were going. They might have disappeared from everyone, or they might have died long ago. Li Fengjing and Li Fengyao had already broken up, and they
Of course he won't come...
But they probably wouldn't have escaped this disaster, or they had been killed long ago, or they were facing execution at this very moment.
Li Minglou looked at the body that was pulled away, then looked back to chase Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan walked through the door and stopped suddenly. Li Minglou bumped into him and passed through him, standing in front of the two of them.
"Mr. Nan." The two men saluted.
Li Minglou looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Jiang Liang and Liu Fan. He was familiar because the two people around him now, but unfamiliar because the two people in front of him were much older than in his memory.
Have they always been this old? Li Minglou couldn't remember clearly, or she had never noticed.
"Are you going to your uncle's place?"
asked the young voice behind him.
Li Minglou did not look back, he stood still, looked at Jiang Liang and smiled at him, and responded: "I have already been there, and I am about to do what the Marquis ordered."
Liu Fan shook his head: "I'm leaving."
The voice behind him was surprised: "Mr. Liu is leaving?"
Liu Fan looked at Li Minglou: "Miss Li is dead. She doesn't need me as a guest to accompany you. It's time for me to leave."
"Mr. Liu, I'm done working as a retainer for Miss Li." The voice behind him smiled, "There are other people at home."
Liu Fanshili: "No, the world is at peace now. Liu is homesick and wants to go home and have a look."
"Then I wish you a safe journey, sir."
The voice behind him was crisp and clear, and the person moved forward through Li Ming Building neatly.
Jiang Liang said to his back: "I'll send him off, I'll send him off."
Liu Fan had already passed through Li Ming Building and walked towards the door. Jiang Liang stomped through Li Ming Building to catch up.
Li Minglou didn't turn around and listened to the voice behind him.
"Why are you so stubborn? It's not our fault that Miss Li died. Well, let's take a step back and say that we are the disciples of the Xiang family. Isn't it natural that we should do our best to plan for the master's family?"
"I don't blame myself for Miss Li's death. As you said, Miss Li was not harmed by me. She doesn't know people well, so it has nothing to do with me."
"Yes, we have been living in this troubled world for so long and have seen so many fathers and sons killing brothers and fighting. If there is anything we still can't understand, then why are you leaving?"
"I just think it's boring. If this is the world's peace, I, Liu Fan, should go back to the days of wandering."
"You are still angry. If you want to leave, just leave. I won't leave."
There was no sound behind him. Li Minglou slowly turned around and saw Liu Fan's skinny figure walking away among the soldiers and dead bodies running back and forth. Jiang Liang's figure was stooped and he put his hands in his sleeves.
Inside, there was a cooing murmur.
"I'm not leaving. Mr. Nan doesn't need me to write letters anymore. I'm writing letters for Mr. Hou. I'm a letter writer. I write letters wherever I go. I'll write letters all my life..."
She had already guessed that what Jiang Liang did in the Xiang family in that life was what she asked Jiang Liang to do, write letters, but the person she deceived was herself.
Li Minglou looked away numbly, and then looked ahead at Xiang Nan's figure disappearing in the corridor, and she chased after him.
Here in the corridor, Xiang Nan stopped again. This time Li Minglou stopped his steps and looked over Xiang Nan's tall shoulders, seeing an unknown person standing in front of him.
"Mr. Nan, the Marquis is at the Moon Exploration Tower." He said, "Mr. Nan, please come over."
Xiang Nan responded and turned around to face Li Minglou.
Li Minglou saw this face clearly, it was familiar yet unfamiliar.
When they got married, she hadn't seen Xiang Nan for a long time. Xiang Nan had been away at war and had only returned a few days before the wedding. She wasn't even familiar with his appearance yet.
Is Xiang Nan like this?
He is different from the young master who came to Guangzhou Mansion to meet him a few years ago.
The eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are the same, but the face is different. This face is like a stone statue carved on wood, stiff, cold, and unpopular.
Xiang Nan looked at her and walked past her, striding in the wind, his red robe and auspicious clothes fluttering.
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