As the words fell, the young man gently shook the talisman in his palm, and when he released his hand, the paper had turned into a mass of crumbs.

The palm was upside down, and the confetti fell to the ground in Liu Liqing's speechless gaze, silently.

Seeing this, Liu Liqing's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly got up, and he pushed it hard.

I tried to push him away and continue walking, but as soon as my hand touched the shoulder, I didn't see any movement from the young man, but he himself pushed hard as if he was giving a force.

When he boarded, he staggered back two steps in a row.

It hit the wooden frame behind him again, and the back of his head thumped.

But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and only opened his eyes wide in astonishment, staring at the young man.

Then, as if sensing something, his face changed, and he quickly grabbed the collar on his chest.

But this move is obviously somewhat ridiculous and futile.

With almost no effort, the Immortal Boy pressed his shoulders and broke his hands away.

Then he reached out and hooked his collar to find something tied with red rope.

At first glance, I thought it was a pendant.

But when I picked it up, I realized that the red rope was tied to a glass bottle the size of a thumb.

It contains about half a bottle of powder, sealed with a wooden stopper, and looks very inconspicuous, looking like a sandbottle pendant that many children like nowadays.

It's just that the sand and gravel in the sand bottle are usually colorful, but the powder in this bottle is a black ball.

If you look closely, there is still a layer of oil floating on the surface of the powder.

Not much, a shallow layer, gently swaying with the movements of the young man.

The oil is very light, so a little force can make it sway a lot, but it never penetrates the powder, and it is distinct.

I don't know what these things are, but it seems that they are very important to Liu Liqing, because the moment the young man hooked the bottle out of his collar, his originally red face suddenly turned white like a dead man.

For a moment, he looked at the young man in a daze, at a loss for what to do.

It wasn't until the rope around his neck snapped open with a gentle tug that he woke up from a dream.

With a low roar, he jumped up and rushed towards the young man desperately: "Give it back! Give it to me!!"

But before he could get close to the Underworld, he bounced back again.

The confrontation between humans and non-humans is really a huge disparity between eggs hitting stones.

If Liu Liqing hadn't realized what was going on the first two times, then at this time, he should have more or less understood what kind of situation he was encountering.

So for a moment his eyes trembled.

But at the moment when he fell back on the wooden frame, he gritted his teeth, still desperately straightening his hand, trying to reach the bottle in Hades's hand.

Looking at this posture, it seems that what the young man is holding in his hand is his life.

So what kind of amazing stuff is in this bottle?

Just when I was confused, I saw that the young man took half a step back unhurriedly, stood beside me, and watched coldly as Liu Liqing's hands fell to the ground along with the wooden frame.

Finally coming back to his senses by the pain, Liu Liqing lay on the ground and did not continue to make any futile struggles.

He gasped hard, his face flushed and turned white, and his thoughtful gaze was fixed on the Immortal Child.

After a few moments, he staggered up from the ground, patted the dust on his trousers, and then made a very unexpected move.

He knelt down straight to the young man, prostrate and begged: "Please, give me back this bottle......"

I was blown away by this sudden move.

I looked at him incredulously and felt like I was looking at someone I had never known.

Although when I came back to attend the funeral this time, I realized that he had changed too much, but in my impression, this former high-achieving senior brother who was a few years older than me, he had always been Sven and a little tall, especially before his father's accident.

In my aunt's words, it doesn't look like an 'elegant scholar' who came out of the mountains.

Maybe it's the pressure of life, or maybe it's the repeated blows caused by Sister Qiu Mei's marriage and death, two years have passed, and he looks a lot older and haggard. Especially when I came back this time, when I accidentally saw him outside my uncle's house, he looked even more sickly thin.

Despite this, he never thought that he would become what he is now.

Why did he care so much about the bottle in the hand of the young man, and he cared that he could kneel down in front of him?

This doubt lingered in my mind for a long time, and I heard the young man say lightly: "You really want to go back to this thing?"

"Yes. Liu Liqing's voice was cautious, but he replied quickly and sincerely.

"Interesting, I haven't seen anyone do this thing in years, and at first glance, it's quite nostalgic. So the person who taught you to do it should be not young. ”

Liu Liqing's shoulders stiffened, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at him, waited patiently for a moment, and then gently brushed the bottle held in the palm of his hand: "Then did the person who taught you how to make this thing tell you what it is?"

"Yes. ”

Every rise and fall of the bottle made Liu Liqing subconsciously clench his fists, but he never dared to raise his head to touch the sight of the young man, he lowered his head and continued to answer: "So I repeatedly explained, I want to store it close to me and keep it carefully." ”

"Did that guy tell you anything else? I mean, more important. ”

Liu Liqing's face changed, and he fell silent again.

"It's hard to answer whether it's or no, after all, it's about human life. However, "When he said this, suddenly after a pause, the young man leaned down and looked at the face that Liu Liqing quickly avoided with a smile: "Your life is life, other people's lives, what is it?"

"I ......" His face turned red again, and Liu Li looked at the young man and opened his mouth.

But in the end, he still didn't say anything, he clenched his fists and lowered his head, but he still couldn't help but glance deeply at the glass bottle in his palm as his gaze swept over the hand of the young man.

It's hard to answer, yes. It's better to change the question. Why did you choose her? You have a grudge against her?"

Who does 'she' refer to, I didn't say it clearly, but it's not difficult to guess that it's me.

But why did he ask?

This question, when I saw Liu Liqing's somewhat stiff expression for a moment, I realized something.

When I boarded, my heart sank slightly, I held my breath, and I looked at Liu Liqing, who looked indistinguishable.

The sweat that continued to ooze from the corners of his forehead soaked the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his lips were pursed, but he still didn't say a word.

I can't help but think of Sister Qiu Mei's crazy behavior on the day she was buried.

In the past days, I watched with my own eyes how he and Sister Qiu Mei came together, how they fell in love, and how they separated.

It can be said that it is really like his brother.

So even though I felt something in my heart, I still subconsciously denied it and looked at him with a little expectation.

But after a long time, he still didn't say anything, even if he denied it.

In the end, the young man smiled and picked up the bottle in his palm: "Yin corpse oil and corpse ash, the two are put together, they do not blend with each other, but they are like gossip yin and yang, and they are in harmony with each other." It is said that when used properly, it has the effect of changing people's lives. But for some unknown reason, before you, for many years, I had only heard of it, but never seen it used by anyone who had it. So, you have a grudge against her?"

Speaking of which, there is nothing I don't understand.

It's just that I still subconsciously want to deny it for this familiar and strange person in front of me.

After all, he is the person that Sister Qiu Mei loved so much, and he also helped me in my studies.

But he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the bottle in the hand of the Underworld.

It wasn't until much later that I saw him move his eyes as if they had frozen, and he looked up at me.

Then with a little difficulty, he said slowly: "I didn't mean it, Beitang, I didn't mean it......"

"Smack!"

His response was a slap in the face.

Not intentionally, but intentionally.

"Give me a reason. I said.

Ignoring our friendship for so many years, and disregarding my life, that was the reason for him to do so.