【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Song Zichen went out to look for Xiao Xingchen but couldn't find him. When he returned to the elegant house by the sea, he could smell the smell of alcohol as soon as he approached the house.

Xiao Xingchen drinking?

How could Xiao Xingchen, who has always been gentle and quiet and abides by the precepts of Taoism, drink alcohol?

Song Zichen couldn't hide his surprise, as soon as he opened the door, the strong smell of alcohol came over his face, even if he didn't drink, he might be drunk after a while.

My friend Xiao Xingchen was lying on the table in a room full of alcohol, quickly flipping through a pile of books.

"Xingchen, have you been drinking?"

The person flipping through the book had disheveled hair, raised his head from a table of even more messy pages, looked disappointed and confused, and muttered, "No...why not?"

"Nothing?"

"The method of destroying the soul... no, only the method of crossing the soul..."

"you've been drinking?"

Song Zichen is more concerned about this issue at present.

"I just accidentally knocked over the wine jar." Xiao Xingchen shook his head and denied it. After confronting Xue Yang, he hurried down the mountain and returned to his residence, where he began to rummage through all the books he could see. It was a mess.

Xiao Xingchen's eyes filled with sorrow: "Zichen, you hid the wine on the top of the cabinet, right?"

The moment he dug out the wine jar, he thought of the praises people had given them in the past: the bright moon, the clear wind and the dawn stardust, the proud snow and the frosty Song Zichen.They used to be self-proclaimed noble, self-denying and self-cultivating people. Thanks to Xue Yang, their life path and code of belief all collapsed. Now, Song Zichen, Daoist Song, actually started drinking.

Song Zichen was speechless, Xiao Xingchen asked himself and answered, "That's right, we have even killed innocent people, so why should alcohol be forbidden?"

The sadness in Xiao Xingchen's eyes was even heavier, and it was about to overflow: "Zichen...I'm sorry for you, the eight years under Xue Yang's control, it was very painful."

The world calls Song Zichen "Arrogant Snow and Lingshuang" because he is lofty and aloof, heroic and majestic.Such a person was actually made into a puppet by Xue Yang and controlled for eight years. Xiao Xingchen couldn't imagine how Zichen spent those eight years.

Song Zichen picked up a book that was scattered on the ground and patted the dust off.pain?It's nothing more than this dust, it's very awkward when you just get a little bit of it, but if you get a lot of it, you'll get used to it.

"Fortunately, I was asleep most of the time. Xue Yang went mad and killed people in Yicheng, and the people in Yicheng moved away one after another. Later, the people who refined the murderous corpses in the empty city were all Jin Guangyao. delivered."

"Then you will sleep until Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian and the others come to Yicheng?"

Xiao Xingchen had to say he was relieved.If, as imagined, Zichen has been manipulated to kill people for eight consecutive years, it would be terrible.

"I didn't sleep all the time," Zichen recounted his memories calmly, "I later remembered that I lost control a few times. It seemed like once a year, and every time I woke up, I had a bloody battle with Xue Yang. I was a murderous corpse, and I didn't feel pain. Crazy people don't seem to feel pain, maybe they imagine that they can beat me, it's always asking for trouble."

"He can't beat you." Xiao Xingchen was sure.After all, Zichen's swordsmanship is superb, and he was well-known before the two met.

"Of course he can't beat me," Zichen said proudly, but also resentfully, "but every time he set up a trap in advance, and when he hit him hard to hold, he would lure me into the trap, and put the skull nail on me again, So I haven't been able to get out of control."

"He obviously wants to control you, so why did he take the risk of waking you up? Is it just to fight? I really don't understand this person's behavior at all."

"What's so hard to understand, it's just to show off his control! The puppet has no specific memory of time, and he doesn't know when he wakes up. It's him who reminds me every time, how many times have you killed yourself? He is the kind of shameless person who likes to take pleasure in the pain of others!"

Song Zichen's voice was as cold as his expression, he would definitely kill Xue Yang every time he saw him.

Xiao Xingchen didn't refute, he could understand Zichen's hatred, but once a year?He vaguely felt that it must be his death day, that's why Xue Yang reminded Zichen every time——Xiao Xingchen died for one year, Xiao Xingchen died for two years, Xiao Xingchen died for three years...

Is it showing off?

Naturally, Xiao Xingchen had a picture of Xue Yang uttering these words in his mind, but in that picture Xue Yang was not showing off triumphantly, but remorseful.No matter how many times Xiao Xingchen erased and reconstructed the picture, he still couldn't associate the expression of pride and showing off with this sentence, as if it was the picture and sound that really existed in his memory and could not be rewritten.

what happened?Xiao Xingchen frowned slightly, forcibly erased the image, and continued to question Xue Yang about his crimes.

"Yicheng, how many people died?"

"I killed three or five, and Xue Yang probably killed a dozen."

"what?"

Three or five?more than ten?

Xiao Xingchen was slightly surprised.

This number is already a lot for the two of them, enough to be a heavy sin to bear for a lifetime.

But it was too little for Xue Yang, since he went mad and massacred the city, how could he only kill a dozen people?Xiao Xingchen pursued Xue Yang in the first place because Xue Yang killed more than 50 people in the Chang family.

Song Zichen said: "At that time, I had just been nailed into the skull. Although I couldn't control my behavior, I still managed to retain some consciousness. I remember he asked me to massacre the city. After I killed a few people at the gate of the city, my movements were sluggish. Wishing to enter the city, he was frantic and refused to give up. He went to the street like a madman to hack and kill. He went to a small sugar stall, overturned the stall and grabbed the stall owner. When the knife was on the old man's neck, he He stopped suddenly, as if he recognized the old man as someone he knew well, but failed to strike, and the surrounding villagers took the opportunity to flee away, and after that, he stopped killing."

"Uncle Zhou who sells sugar?"

"You know it too?"

Xiao Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slowly.

During the three years of living in Yicheng, when he didn’t know that the young man beside him was Xue Yang, because both A-Qing and the young man loved candy, he often patronized Uncle Zhou’s candy stand. , Seeing that the three of them live in poverty, so no matter who among them buys candy, they will give them a few more candies, and then smile and wave: "Come again next time."

Although he couldn't see it at the time, he could hear the old man's kindness and kindness just by his voice.

Could it be that Xue Yang, who murdered without blinking an eye, still had a sympathy in his heart, and he couldn't do anything to Uncle Zhou?

Xiao Xingchen couldn't believe it.

However, such a kind and kind old man was able to escape Xue Yang's butcher knife and even stop Xue Yang from massacring the city.

The place where he had lived for three years was gone after all. The three of them went shopping together, bought candy, and the days of being homely with Uncle Zhou were gone forever.

Who would have thought that such a peaceful and beautiful time would be a bloody lie.

Xiao Xingchen felt a pain in his chest and felt it was difficult to breathe.

"Zichen, the smell of alcohol is too strong in the room, let's go out."

Walking out of the house, the wind blew away the smell of alcohol surrounding them with the breath of the sea, and the two stood facing the distant sea with their hands behind their hands.

Two figures who have gone through hardships.Time flies, and now they no longer wear Taoist robes, and they no longer hold whisks, only the long swords in their hands have not been discarded.

Tacitly don't ask why.

It was Xiao Xingchen who said, "Zichen, what are your plans for the future?"

"Rebuild Baixue Temple...Maybe it won't be called Baixue Temple, it will be called Baixue Pavilion." Looking at the sea, Zichen was determined, and then asked Xiao Xingchen: "What about you?"

There is a little delusion in my heart: if we can work together to rebuild Baixue Pavilion, it can barely be regarded as a half-way realization of the two teenagers' wishes, but is it possible?

Together, we will establish a sect that is different from the aristocratic family and does not prioritize blood, and cultivate more outstanding monks for the world, clean up evil spirits, eliminate demons and demons, and protect the peace of the world.

Xiao Xingchen was still hesitating, Song Zichen had already understood it, he smiled helplessly, feeling the vicissitudes of life, no longer the proud demeanor of his youth.

Yes, that common wish has long been impossible to realize.

"Zichen, I'm sorry, I can't even understand the people and things I have experienced, and my hands are covered with innocent blood. I really can't preach the word and receive karma, let alone solve other people's doubts."

"I've killed people too."

"But you are controlled..."

"Then you are blind and misled." Zichen interrupted him.

The two smiled wryly at each other, unable to get rid of the heavy heart.

With their dispositions, even if they kill one person by mistake, they will regret it for the rest of their lives. They both understand each other, but they both hope that the other party will be relieved, even if it is only a little relief.

Song Zichen suddenly remembered something, and stretched out his hand to signal Xiao Xingchen to take a closer look. With the other hand, using his finger as a sword, he swiped across the palm of his hand, and there was a bloody sword wound. Before Xiao Xingchen could ask the surprised question, he Seeing that the wound healed quickly, Zichen's palm recovered intact, as if it hadn't been scratched.

"Xingchen, now you have eyes that can see dead souls, and I have a body with strong self-healing power. Perhaps, the old fairy helped me to be reborn so that we can use our own methods to atone for our sins."

Xiao Xingchen nodded.

If death is not an apology, then this is the best result he can think of.

Song Zichen said again: "There is something that needs your help."

Xiao Xingchen asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Zichen's face was solemn: "I went to visit the town yesterday and found that there was something evil going on here. That's why I didn't come home last night."

***

The fight during the day consumed too much energy. Xue Yang lay down and slept under a tree in the wilderness until it was completely dark.

"Brother, it's getting dark."

Xue Yang turned over in a daze, his consciousness was already awake, but he was still tired and didn't want to move. He said impatiently to the kid, "Why did you come to me again? Didn't you learn it yesterday?"

"Yesterday they invited a swordsman who can exorcise evil spirits, and gave everyone a talisman, so I can't possess him anymore." The little ghost explained in a swallowed voice, his voice still full of childishness.

"Exorcist swordsman?" Xue Yang sat up upon hearing the sound, "What does it look like?"

"Well... also wearing black clothes, holding a long sword, good-looking, but fierce."

"Mind your own business!" Xue Yang guessed it was Song Zichen at the first hearing, and after muttering cursing, he glanced at the brat next to him and said displeasedly, "Who allowed you to call me brother!"

In fact, Xue Yang was twenty-seven at the time of his death, and his soul still kept his appearance when he died. His appearance was several years younger than his real age, and he didn't look mature when he was a fool. Too much.It’s just that Xue Yang didn’t have any relatives when he was alive, and others called him ranging from hooligan, street fighter to murderer, none of them were nice. The title “brother” was too intimate for him, he was not used to it, making it seem like he had a good relationship with this kid The same, in fact, they have only known each other for a few days.

The little ghost bit his lip, not wanting to anger Xue Yang, so he was very embarrassed at the moment, and tried to change a few names: "Then...uncle? Senior? Ghost...Ghost king?"

"Bah, shut up!" Xue Yang became more and more disgusted the more he listened, his thick eyebrows almost knit together, "Call me boss!"

"Boss!" The kid who looked like a boy agreed with a sigh of relief.

After a short pause, the kid mustered up the courage to make a request in a very low voice: "Can you... take me there again? I can't do it myself."

Xue Yang held a wooden stick with his only left hand, and knocked on the ground unconsciously.

Since the person surnamed Song has already intervened, if the trouble becomes bigger, that person will also participate, right?

Seeing him hesitate, the little ghost was afraid that he should not respond, so he knelt down on the ground with his legs bent: "Please——"

Xue Yang said violently: "Okay, okay! What the hell are you kneeling, you have to be more vicious to be a human being. You can't be vicious even after you've become a ghost. It's because you are so weak that you can't kill people!"

After finishing the lesson with an upset and contemptuous look, he stood up and stretched his waist, moved the spirit body that had been cut during the day, and made sure that he was recovering well, pointed forward with a wooden stick and said relaxedly:

"Go, kill people!"

The direction he pointed was a small town.

There are several villages close to the sea, which are separated by the continuous mountains by the sea. Those near the sea make a living by fishing, and those near the mountains live by hunting or farming. There is a small town in the middle of several villages, named Xifu Town. Vendors or slightly affluent people from the surrounding villages gather here. The town is bustling during the day and has a night market at night.

Two ghosts, one tall and one low, took advantage of the night to descend the mountain and came to an old vermilion house with a gate. The plaque on the door of the old house read: Yue Zhai.

Xue Yang led the kid through the door.

Of course, ordinary people can't see them.

It’s not late at night, and the night market has just started, and some people’s doors are still open, allowing people to come in and out, but the doors and windows of this courtyard house are closed, and the lights are bright from inside to outside, especially the largest hall on the east side. Through the cracks in the closed hall door and the paper window, the two strong young servants at the door turned into two silhouettes.

It's a pity that no matter how bright the lights are, it can't illuminate people's hearts. The whole courtyard is quiet, as if waiting for something restlessly.

"It seems that people are hiding in that room." Xue Yang observed around the courtyard and stopped outside the east hall to draw conclusions.

The little ghost asked: "Kill the two outside the door first?"

They stood in the middle of the yard, facing the two servants at the door, grandiosely planning a murder, because only they could hear their voices.

"That's not okay. We ghosts can't enter a house with an owner. We have to make them think that the outside of the house is safer than the inside of the house before we can lure them out. Keep the two outside first." After finishing speaking, Xue Yang raised his hand and gave a clear and crisp smack. Snap your fingers.

Suddenly, all the candles in the entire courtyard were extinguished at the same time, and there was a strong wind in the courtyard, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, blowing open the closed windows and doors, blowing up a burst of flying sand and rocks and rushing into the house. So many utensils were smashed, people inside and outside could barely open their eyes. Several women screamed one after another in the room. Before their cries fell, the wind stopped suddenly, the candles were lit again, and everything returned to normal. It was quiet, leaving messy fragments all over the floor——before I settled down to see clearly, the candle was extinguished again, and the evil wind returned.

The candles went on and off several times like this, and the evil wind blew several times. The people in the room shivered and huddled together, but none of them escaped.

Xue Yang said, "Okay, sure enough, I was seriously warned not to leave the house."

The little ghost asked: "Then what should I do?"

"It's okay, I was just teasing them just now, the good show is yet to come, so watch it."

Xue Yang turned around and jumped to the roof with ease, twisted and drew a few strokes on the roof with his feet, stomped hard, and stepped on the roof to make a big hole, and the sand, gravel and rubble on the roof fell onto the heads of a group of people in the room. , They were already trembling with fear, but after being so frightened, they all scattered and clinging to the walls or pillars. When there were two more holes in the roof, they all shouted "Ghost——" and ran out. door.

They wanted to run out of this old house, but the gate was closed tightly, and they couldn't open it no matter how much they knocked and pushed. Several people were in a mess in the yard, running wildly without direction. One of the young men suddenly stopped while running. Frightened face turned into laughter, slowly turned around to stop the other two who were about to pass by, pinched one by the neck and lifted it into the air, kicked the other to the ground and stepped on the neck, the faces of the two subdued people were flushed , and soon turned crimson purple, struggling for a while and then lost breath.

Xue Yang possessed himself on the strong boy, dropped the two corpses, grabbed the old nanny who was lying limp on the ground, and touched the amulet in her bosom together with the one in the arms of the boy he was possessing. Throwing it into the well, he said to the little ghost next to him, "Okay, I'll leave these two to you."

He withdrew and retreated, and the boy's expression returned to panic. Before he could understand what happened, the ghost of the little boy rushed to the boy's body again, pointed the dagger that fell to the ground, and pointed it viciously at the shivering old mother. He stabbed his heart, dripping with blood, and then stabbed himself in the chest—"suicide".

When the kid pulled out, he clutched his chest and his face was distorted in pain.Xue Yang smiled and praised with satisfaction: "That's right, being able to endure this kind of pain shows that the killing intent is strong enough."

Some of the people who ran out of the house fell limply to the ground, some desperately slammed on the door and shouted for help, some reacted faster and were ready to run back to the house, but after all, the speed of mortal wombs was no match for ghosts. Before the house, most of them were solved by Xue Yang and the little ghost one by one in similar ways. There was only one woman, the corner of the mourning dress reveals a gorgeous silk and satin, and it was the head of the house at first glance. Only she did not leave the house from the beginning. Stepping over the threshold with one foot, seeing the people outside dying tragically one after another, she decided to hide in the house after thinking about it in fear, and she was resolute not to show her head no matter how big the noise outside was.

Human life is so fragile, within less than a stick of incense, the people outside are dying. The little ghost stared at the dark hall on the east side with frightening eyes. The woman is hiding inside, but if she doesn't come out, there is nothing he can do. .

"That's my mother, she's the most damned."

The little ghost gritted his teeth, hating that his eyes could not kill.

Xue Yang comforted: "As long as your obsession is deep enough, the future will be long. She won't be able to live well after this experience. Wouldn't it be more fun to keep it and torture her slowly to make her life worse than death?"

The relaxed tone is like talking about a tree by the roadside and a stone on the ground.

Seeing that the souls of those who had just died were about to take shape, Xue Yang signaled the little ghost to evacuate quickly. The little ghost gave a murderous look at the room where the woman was hiding, and then followed Xue Yang with more than enough interest.

The two ghosts climbed over the wall, followed the direction they came from, crossed the bustling night market, and followed the dark country road back to the mountain by the sea.

Can killing someone be so easy?The little ghost was in a heavy heart, and his steps became slower and slower.

Xue Yang laughed and said, "Why, it's not the first time, so you're afraid?"

"No," the kid shook his head, "I think it would be great if I could be as good as you."

"Tch! This is amazing!" Xue Yang lifted his chin and began to chatter: "A ghost possesses a living person, or a mortal without spiritual power, but any ghost with a bit of obsession can do it, the difference lies in the length of time That's all. But if you want to kill someone, a moment of possessing your body is enough. If you want to say that the more powerful thing is to seize the body, if it weren't for my three souls and seven souls, it would be possible to seize the body and be reborn. As for you, it is impossible in this life How powerful, wait for the next life."

"I don't want to worry about the next life, I just want to kill that woman as soon as possible now."

Xue Yang cast a sideways glance at the kid beside him whose evil aura had grown in vain, and said, "Remember your hatred now, and live a little harder in your next life. Only by being vicious enough can you live long."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or self-satisfied, and his voice softened: "Like me, I killed someone for the first time when I was eight years old, otherwise I might not live to grow up."

The little ghost was thinking about his own thoughts, and he was very interested in Xue Yang's past.

He was clearly still a little boy, three feet tall, thin and thin.

Xue Yang felt familiar with the boy's thin figure, the sinister expression on his face, and the despair and world-weariness in his eyes, so he couldn't help but blurt out a promise: "Don't worry, isn't there the last one left? I will definitely kill her for you."

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