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Xu Xiaoxian woke up with a start, his body was covered with a thick layer of snow, he didn't know the temperature, so he sat up with difficulty, the snow fell from his body.

Bai Yang's body was lying in his arms, already stiff and purple from the ice and snow, and even his blood had coagulated into dark red.

He stared blankly at the wound on Bai Yang's chest that was the same as his own, and couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, with his fingertips deeply embedded in the flesh, but he didn't notice it either.

Mr. has never supported him to punish evil with evil.

But he couldn't help but hate in his heart, and he couldn't do it if he was asked to forgive the sin.

He sat holding the corpse in the snow for a whole day without eating, drinking or moving. The ice and snow can protect the corpse from decay, but it will also continuously deprive the living body of its temperature and energy.

The Earth Immortal quietly walked behind him, bowed and said, "I'm sorry for the Half Immortal, please take care of your body."

He didn't seem to hear it, and sat there like an ice sculpture. The Earth Immortal frowned, glanced at the oil-paper umbrella lying aside, took a step forward, and carefully suggested, "Why don't the Half Immortal take Mr. home?"

"Go home..." Xu Xiaoxian lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Yes, sir, I want to go home, and I want to take him home."

As he said that, Xu Xiaoxian got up from the snow, his feet were sore and weak, and he almost couldn't stand still. The Earth Immortal quickly picked up the bamboo stick and handed it to Xu Xiaoxian.

Xu Xiaoxian carried his husband on his back and held his bamboo stick tightly, Earth Immortal picked up the oil-paper umbrella and followed him not far behind.

He turned his head and said a soft thank you to the Earth Immortal, then carried his husband's body on his back and walked back towards the west of the city step by step.

Dixian didn't say anything, just opened the oil-paper umbrella to cover his head, escorted Xu Xiaoxian all the way down the mountain, and left only after returning to the western boundary of the city.

Xu Xiaoxian walked with her husband on his back for three days and three nights without stopping.

He didn't feel tired, and he couldn't even feel the protest of his body. He put his husband's body aside, knelt on the ground and dug up the thick snow with his bare hands, and continued to dig out the frozen soil layer. I came to him to help, but he turned me away.

He didn't notice a purplish red flame quietly popping up behind him, like a little wild phoenix, just reborn from the ashes, about to rush out of his body.

By the time he finished digging a large enough hole, the dirt and rocks had already made his fingers bloody.

He knelt in front of his husband's corpse, kowtowed a few times, took off his coat, covered the corpse, and held four talisman papers with trembling fingertips. After reading a long rune in his mouth, the talisman papers spontaneously ignited , emitting purple-red flames, respectively protecting the four corners of the corpse in the southeast, north and south.

He gently lowered the corpse into the pit, and the talisman paper and clothes formed a coffin to block the falling earth and rocks.

He sealed the grave with talisman paper, and did not erect a monument. This was the master's intention, and he followed suit.

The sun rose and set, and the stars turned around. He knelt in front of the grave for a day and a night in a daze. When the sun rose again, he couldn't cry anymore. He didn't know whether he was reluctant to leave or had no place to go. .The gods couldn't bear it, and they invited the mountain god to persuade him, and he stood up with a stick.

His legs had long been numb, he didn't know the temperature, he didn't know the pain, he walked two steps and almost fell, the mountain god stepped forward to help him.

"It's okay." He gently pushed the mountain god away, bent over and rubbed the muscles of his legs, and after a moment of relief, he limped down the mountain with a bamboo stick.

He stood at the door of the house, staring blankly at the wooden door with the statue of Guan Gong on it, put his scarred hand on the door bolt, and said softly, "Sir, I'm back..."

"Xu Xuan!"

Xu Xiaoxian froze for a moment, didn't look back, and couldn't help but clenched the bamboo stick tightly. Chen Yao chased after him and broke his shoulder, feeling distressed, but seeing the white belt tied on the bamboo stick, he couldn't speak for a while.

"how……"

"What?" Xu Xiaoxian lowered his head, but said with anger, "What is Mr. Chen doing here? Do you want to send me a wedding invitation?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, I—Xu Xuan!" Chen Yao didn't have time to explain, Xu Xiaoxian suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, closed his eyes and passed out.

Chen Yao hugged Xu Xiaoxian's body, only to feel that Xu Xiaoxian's body was hot and his breath was short of breath. He quickly opened the door and carried Xu Xiaoxian back into the room.

Xu Xiaoxian was in a coma for three days with a high fever, and finally woke up on the third night, but he still had a fever.

Chen Yao helped him sit up, wiped the sweat off his face, and poured him a glass of warm water to drink.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at the hands carefully bandaged by Chen Yao, thinking of Mr., his eyes turned red again, and he said: "Chen Yao, I'm sorry, I couldn't save Mr....Mr. is gone...I'm sorry, Chen Yao, I'm sorry... sorry……"

Chen Yao didn't speak, just gently hugged him into his arms.

Xu Xiaoxian grabbed his clothes and kept apologizing. After sobbing for a while, he finally calmed down. He lowered his head and wiped his eyes, but he didn't push Chen Yao away. He just asked in a crying voice, "Why don't you talk or scold me Forget it, why don't you comfort me?"

Hearing his strange question, Chen Yao frowned and smiled, and asked, "What do you want me to say?"

"Is Miss Lin pretty?"

"What Miss Lin?" Chen Yao let go of his hand, got up and poured a bowl of medicine for Xu Xiaoxian to drink, and then said, "I haven't seen Lin Dao's cousin for many years, and I didn't recognize her when I saw her that day, but she still remembers it." I'm... pretty, there's no girl in [-] who isn't pretty, but I won't marry her."

"Why don't you marry? Is that girl bad?"

Chen Yao knocked on Xu Xiaoxian's forehead, and said: "There are good girls all over the street, and they will marry me when they see me, so how many girls do they have to marry?"

"Then, the girl is going to be sad, you've let her down too much." Xu Xiaoxian rubbed his eyes, but saw that the love luck on Chen Yao's face had faded, and there was still no red string on his little finger. He didn't know it was him His eyesight has deteriorated, but it is still true that Chen Yao has no one in his life.

Chen Yao would have died at the age of ten, but it was Xu Xiaoxian who tore up the book of life and death to preserve him. Could it be that Yue Lao forgot to reconnect Chen Yao?

Chen Yao himself didn't worry about it, and carefully helped Xu Xiaoxian to lie down, but seeing that the person was refusing to sleep with his eyes open, he suddenly lifted a corner of the quilt, took off his shoes and lay down.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't kick him down this time, but moved into the bed to make room for him.

Xu Xiaoxian: "I don't know where the little goddess has gone. If she comes back and finds that her husband is gone, she will probably cry for a few more days. It's fine if she isn't here."

"Sir... is it down there?"

Xu Xiaoxian shook his head: "Mr. believes in Buddhism and Taoism. He has no resentment or hatred in this life. He won't stay underground for a long time. After crossing the Naihe Bridge and drinking Mengpo soup, it will be another life."

"Reincarnated?"

"Well, I don't know whose child it will become." Xu Xiaoxian blinked and looked at the gauze above his head, and said softly: "Mister said that the family will always get together again, do you think I will see him in the future?"

Chen Yao felt a little tired from guarding Xu Xiaoxian these days, closed his eyes and murmured: "I'm afraid you will become an old fairy by then, sir is still a child, and I will be scared away when I see you."

Xu Xiaoxian smiled, imagining the scene of meeting in the future, always found it very interesting, and the sadness in his heart eased a little.

He turned his head to the side, but saw that Chen Yao had fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling with his breath, he quietly got up, moved the quilt a little, covered Chen Yao, and then lay down, continuing to think about his own affairs.

In Yan Wang's reply, it was mentioned that all the little ghosts who escaped from the ghost gate at that time were captured. Except for those who were wiped out by the demon catcher or Xu Xiaoxian's ghost fire, only Chen Yao's mother has not yet been found.

Then the ghost who killed Mr. Chen must be Chen Yao's mother. When Mrs. Chen begged Bai Yang to save her son but failed, she must have resentment in her heart.

The husband didn't mention who hurt him at all, presumably he hoped that this grievance would be settled.

Xu Xiaoxian looked at the people beside him, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart, he thought, even if he suppressed the hatred in his heart and didn't take revenge, he still couldn't let Chen Yao's mother wander around in the world, let alone at that time Chen Yao's mother has already lost consciousness. If someone takes advantage of her and causes any trouble, it will be of no benefit to anyone.

What is the purpose of the person who rescued Chen Yao's mother?

Where is the little goddess at this time?How could she let her husband go out alone?Or did they originally travel together, met Chen Yao's mother halfway, and the little goddess was hidden by the husband?

……

Xu Xiaoxian imagined countless possibilities, but he never thought that the one who assassinated Mr. was the little goddess who disappeared at this time.