Mingxi

Lu Feng was horrified, and almost subconsciously retorted, "Impossible." If Fu Huai'an had been awake, Jiang Zichen would never have survived to this day.

"How do you think Aunt Shiyun came back to life?" Lu Qi didn't care what he thought, he didn't mind telling him all these old events one by one, "It was Huai'an, he deceived Aunt Wen and Uncle Jiang, quietly took away Aunt Shiyun. Why do you think Mr. Fu made so many dolls? Guess." He blinked playfully.Lu Feng didn't answer, but just looked at him coldly.

Lu Qi was bored, and continued on his own, "Because Huai'an likes it, do you remember that when Brother Zichen was young, he had a doll that never left him?" Lu Feng frowned, and there was a dusty passage in his mind Yes, he remembered that Jiang Zichen had a very strange doll. The reason why he said it was strange was because the doll occasionally gave people a feeling of being alive, but after repeated inspections, he found that it was just An ordinary toy is not taken seriously.When he was a little older, the doll disappeared. They all thought that it was because Jiang Zichen was getting older, he was not interested, and he didn't pay too much attention.

"It's Huai'an's toy. In order not to let you find out, in order not to burden Brother Zichen's body, he will attach to the doll when he wakes up, but because of the seal, he still has no way to return to his body. Then as time went by, his waking time became less and less, because staying in one body for a long time, the soul could not be separated slowly, if he resisted, he would die, but if he obeyed, he would lose himself and become Brother Zichen's nourishment, tell me, what should we do in Huai'an." Lu Qi looked at him, as if expecting an answer, but his eyes were empty, without any emotion.It's not that he hasn't doubted his choice, but along the way, he can only continue to persevere.

"Tell me, Archie," Lu Feng put away his sword, and suddenly asked another question, "What's the matter with you and Cheng Qianque." He had always thought that his younger brother was an ordinary person who had never practiced. He didn't have any special abilities, but he was very concerned about the ability he showed today to withdraw with Cheng Qianque. This aura from the same source cannot appear on two people at the same time.

Lu Qi gave a soft 'ah', "So you found out. Qianque and I, we were separated again after fusion." His tone was very light, in a trance, as if melting into the air , but what he said made Lu Feng tremble all over, and the cold mask-like expression disappeared from his face for the first time, "What did you say?"

"You heard me right. To successfully separate Huai'an, how can there be no test subjects. Qianque and I are the test subjects." They were successfully separated by Fu Huaiming, and since then, they have been indistinguishable from the same person.They are connected with each other, no matter how far apart they are, they can know each other's situation and thoughts. Fu Huaiming uses this to control the situation around Jiang Zichen.Apart from the three of them, even Xiaoqian didn't know about this matter.Because doing so has a very serious sequelae, after their separation, their souls are like broken sacks, even if they crazily eat their souls to supplement themselves, it can't offset the loss of souls, only Fu Huai'an has the ability to save them.

"Therefore, Huai'an must wake up," Lu Qi concluded, "but Jiang Zichen may not necessarily die."

"What do you mean?" Lu Feng frowned.

"Then it depends on Mingxi, he is much more special than what you all know." Lu Qi narrowed his eyes, pretending to be mysterious and kept silent.

Jiang Zichen knew he was dreaming.

He was walking on a dark road with no source and no end, everything he could see was hazy, like a layer of black and red fog, and a few figures appeared in the distance, all walking along the same path. Walking on one road is the way to rebirth. The living should not step on it. He wants to stop his steps, but his body is out of control.

He was like a person who finally saw an oasis in the vast desert, almost excited and excited, and couldn't wait to run towards it.However, halfway through the run, his calf suddenly hit something soft, and he was caught off guard, staggering and falling to the ground.

"Ah..." At the same time, there was a childish cry of surprise.He subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see a young child, less than five years old, chubby, sitting on the ground and struggling for a long time without standing up, holding a flower in his left hand and a handful in his right. Ni looked at him blankly, "Who are you?"

There was a faint white light emitting from the child's body, which was the breath of the living.

"I..." He heard his own voice, not the low and magnetic voice of an adult, but low and immature, like a child.

"Are you lost?" Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, the child didn't care, and was very enthusiastic to help, "You can't go any further, I'll take you home." Saying that, he Having successfully stood up, he stuffed the dirt into his pocket, and patted his clothes with his dusty little hands, trying to pull his hand, but he couldn't reach it, so he could only pull his pants, "Let's go."

"But..." he said hesitantly, "I don't remember where my home is."

"It's okay," the child comforted him, "I can help you find it." Before he had gone far, the child suddenly raised his head and turned in one direction, looking back and forth hesitantly, "My brother is looking for me, you go with me first." I'll go home, and then I'll help you find it, okay?"

He didn't refuse. In this barren and lifeless place, the child in front of him was the only existence that could give him a sense of security.Under the guidance of the children, the scenery around them slowly changed. The black scorched earth gradually turned yellow, and a little green that represented vitality appeared. They seemed to be crossing from hell to the world.

After a burst of bright light, they opened their eyes again, and they were already standing in a spacious and beautiful courtyard.Standing not far in front of him was a teenage boy with a fair and handsome face and a tall and slender figure. When he saw them appear, his anxious expression relaxed. He walked closer and picked up the child, "Where did you go?" .”

"Go and pick flowers." The child showed the young man the flowers in his hand.

The young man looked at the flower, like Utan, but the season was wrong, "Where did you pick it, and where did you go, didn't I tell you not to run around?"

While talking, he walked in, as if he didn't see the third person standing here at all.

Jiang Zichen, who stayed where he was, was a little at a loss. He didn't hesitate to follow until he saw the child wave his hand over the boy's shoulder. There was a big pond in the courtyard. When he passed by the pond, he lowered his head subconsciously. He took a look, but couldn't see his own reflection on the water.

He suddenly took a few steps back in shock, and the whole dream seemed to be affected by his emotions, and suddenly distorted. After one dark and one bright, he found himself sitting on the floor face to face with that child.

"What kind of flower is this?" He was curious as he watched the child carefully plant the flower in the pot, filling it with soil and watering it little by little.

"This," when asked this question, he suddenly became very happy, as if he was eager to show his favorite toy to his friends, "I'll tell you secretly, you can't tell others," he said mysteriously He lowered his voice, "This is 'breathing life', only the soil on the way to death can grow, it is a kind of flower that lives towards death."

He thought about it, and felt very ashamed, "I haven't heard of it."

"Yeah, of course," the child nodded unsurprisingly, "Because I planted it, and I also named it."

Jiang Zichen was speechless, stretched out his fingers to touch the petals, but his fingertips felt inexplicable pain, a drop of dark red blood rolled into the stamens, he glanced guiltyly at the child who didn't seem to notice, and quietly put away the injured fingers.

"Let's go, I'll take you home." The child wanted to pick up the flower pot, but the flower pot was too big, so he didn't succeed, so Jiang Zichen could only hold it. He still worried, "Be sure to hold it well." , don't fall."

The picture turned again, and they actually appeared in a place Jiang Zichen was very familiar with. That was his room. He saw himself, nine or ten years old, lying on the bed without a sound.

What's going on, is this his own dream? No, compared to the dream, it's like his lost memory.

"Hurry up and get back into your body." The child pushed him, and suddenly he thought of something, and said rather annoyed, "Oh, I forgot, we just walked by there, and we were covered in death. "

"Then can't I go back?" He asked blankly.

The child puffed his cheeks and thought for a while, then suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, "It's okay, I'll stay and help you, and I'll leave when you recover."

At that moment, there seemed to be a roar of wind mixed with gravel echoing in his ears. He could only watch the child's mouth open and close in vain, but he couldn't hear what he said.How is this going?

The ring finger of his right hand suddenly felt a burning pain, and he grasped his hand in a daze, feeling as if he had forgotten something.

"What's wrong with you." The voice in his ear suddenly became clear, and he heard the child ask.

"I..." He shook his head blankly, "I don't know."

"Then don't think about it, just follow me."

Jiang Zichen was taken aback, "Where are you going?" Didn't he want to send him back to his body?

The boy didn't answer, but just stuffed the pot of 'Xi Sheng' into his arms again, "Hold it carefully, if you lose it, you won't be able to go back." As he spoke, he pushed Jiang Zichen in the opposite direction, "let's go."

As Jiang Zichen stepped out of the door, everything in front of him suddenly darkened, and everything behind him disappeared, including the child, only the 'Xi Sheng' in his arms bloomed faintly, emitting a faint white light.