In the inpatient department of the Affiliated Hospital of Fenghai Haojing Medical University, the pale corridor was crowded with reporters from various media. Outside the operating room, Meng Yao sat on the chair, touching the blood stains on the white gauze skirt, and tears fell on the back of her hand one by one.

The white army commander squatted down and hugged his granddaughter and comforted: "Zhexuan will be fine." Grandpa is leaving soon. ”

"I'm going to stay here with my brother. "I bled a lot, it must have hurt.

"Commander, Führer call. ”

"I'll go over now. ”

This child is really as stubborn as his son: "Meng Yao, grandpa is gone." ”

Why hasn't my brother come out yet? The door of the operating room is so cold, I don't like it.

Ahh Which doctor sewed it, and the needlework was too bad. This is...... The ward, the bulletproof glass, the hedron walls, the Mithril doors and windows, this cage is amazing. The moonlight outside the window reflected on Meng Yao's face on the other side of the hospital bed, Zhexuan held up the long hair on the pillow, I saved her? Why? It doesn't matter to me whether she dies or not. What went wrong?

Zhexuan pinched Meng Yao's quilt corner, turned to stare at the door, and asked coldly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Five shadows appeared through the door and appeared in the room, uneven in height, black and faceless, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hand over the young master, you will not die." ”

Zhexuan touched his face and smiled: "Oh! I don't want to give this face back to you now." ”

"Die. ”

"What is this?" a black feather appeared in Zhexuan's hand.

"Demonic ...... Wings. ”

"We withdraw. ”

Tonight is really busy, Zhexuan kicked open the door and said, "Meng Yao, I hate you the most." ”

Tears flickered in Meng Yao's eyes under the moonlight, why did Brother Xuan still hurt?

Dark clouds obscured the moon's sky, and the black air was filled with the seething of killing.

Zhexuan barely supported his body and returned home and fell to the ground: "Ghost mother......"

In the dark, a wisp of white smoke ghost mother hurriedly helped Zhexuan up, and asked with concern, "Little master, is this injured?"

"Back ......"

"Little master, I know. "Someone chased and killed the master's residence, and had to deal with it all.

In the mahogany coffin on the second floor, Zhexuan was injured?

Wei Lanchen carefully got up and re-covered the coffin, and the cold breath swept through the entire villa.

A familiar breath, the master is awake?

In the courtyard, Wei Lanchen said softly: "Ghost mother, take Zhexuan to Lanxi." ”

"Yes. ”

"Friend on the other side, do you want to have a cup of tea!" With such a big formation, there is only an old friend in the world, the Desert Eagle.

A middle-aged man in black and masked walked out of the darkness: "President Wei, someone is asking for your life at a high price, but it's not that brothers are not righteous." ”

"Your master dares to take on this business. Don't be afraid ......."

"I had to take on this business. ”

"The youngest daughter was kidnapped. "The Killer Organization is really useless.

The middle-aged man was stunned and asked, "Does President Wei know?"

Wei Lanchen glanced at it with interest: "But it's okay to leave more than 100 corpses, I'm glad to accept it." ”

"President Wei......"

"Do you want to stay? or do you want to talk about the price, I'll save people. "Whether it's money or owe favors. A sure-fire deal.

It's the corpse left, and the ghost is willing to fight against Hongyi Medicine. Especially Wei Lanchen, who is a god of death in human skin.

"Any conditions are fine, the master will definitely agree. ”

"That's the deal. ”

"Take care, President Wei, we take our leave. The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat on his head, and finally went back alive.

"Wait, who did the wound on my son's body?"

Mr. Wei ...... Son, not us. "When did you have a son?

"Let's go!" The last time I was injured was on the day I was born, and if it wasn't for the protection of my wings, I would have died long ago. In the past few years, he has been protecting himself very well, and with the current Zhexuan, he will definitely not be injured.

Lan Xi hurriedly ran out barefoot with the hem of her skirt and shouted, "Brother Chen, come and see Zhexuan." ”

The blood-red soil inside the coffin wrapped Zhexuan's young body little by little, and the black wings slowly unfolded, losing their former color.

"It's okay, just rest for a few days. "If you're injured, don't move, and you won't have an accident if you toss.

"Brother Chen......"

"Lanxi, don't cry. Zhexuan, it's okay. "Tears flowed down the little face with a big palm, my brother was distressed!

"I ...... Heartache. Lan Xi squatted down with a trembling heart.

"Lan Xi!" Heartache? Could it be Zhexuan.

There was no breathing anymore, and his body was still convulsing, so he picked up Lanxi and put it in the bathtub.

"Ghost mother, the bathtub is full of blood, and it is changed every two hours until Zhexuan wakes up. I'm going out now. ”

"Yes, master. ”

In the deepest part of the small mountain village on the western outskirts of Haojing City, layers of dead leaves have flooded the path leading to the Wuyuan Temple. The bleak courtyards, the ruined city walls, and the Buddha statues with stump arms tell that everything in the world is nothing.

Wei Lanchen knelt in front of the Buddha statue: "I don't have a chance, but there is a clue?"

The empty Buddha hall sounded: "You are here." Now I've only found out that the white orchid spirit grass should be raised by your sister's head. The thief who stole this spirit grass has not yet been found. Lingcao dies, you die. Remember, if any of you is seriously injured, the other must go far away, remember!"

"No abbot?

"Stop shouting, it's noisy. The abbot died early. ”

"Who are you?"

A white hazy shadow floated above Wei Lanchen's head: "The eldest disciple who has no chance to be the abbot is just a lonely soul now." ”

"Why don't you go?"

"I didn't go through the question left by the abbot. ”

"What's it? you can't even leave right now. ”

"Dependent origin and perishing, fate extinguishing dependent origination, everything is uncaused. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't know. But one thing I know for sure is that the abbot was definitely not a monk before. ”

"Why?" the abbot has lived for hundreds of years, who knows!

Hmph! If you are really the owner of this Wuyuan Temple, then what are you doing raising Bailan Spirit Grass? The monks can't see through life and death, hehe!

"Go outside, together. ”

"Get out?"

Wei Lanchen sighed and explained, "If you understand that topic thoroughly, you can't be reincarnated. ”

"Why? Why not?"

"You're not a lonely soul, you're a resentful spirit. I don't know what you've forgotten. ”

"You lie, the abbot will not lie. Why do you slander the abbot? ”

"Because ten years ago I was just like you. "Xi'er came to me happily in the snow, but I had forgotten her face and voice, who was she?

Time dilutes a lot of things. One day you will suddenly ask yourself what is it called, who do you hate, who do you love, where, why, where to go, all of this without an answer.