"The Shadow Pupil Army knew what Murong Chen's intention to rebuild and slaughter the city meant, so they scattered Chuan Shuai's ashes on this passage, so that everyone who entered the slaughter city could trample on Chuan Shuai's soul. And the little figures you just saw representing the curse are probably also from the Phantom Pupil Army. ”

"Trampling?" Xue Ying muttered, "Why are they? ”

"Just because they're all innocent victims."

Xue Ying was filled with grief and indignation: "How can Chuan Shuai not be a victim?!" ”

In the face of such a question, Cai Hua could only reply to silence.

Xue Ying untied the small bag tied around her waist and poured out a handful of dirt: this was what she had taken from Master Mingtu's grave.

Walking forward slowly, scattering the dirt on the road, she silently recited in her heart: Master Mingtu, as long as you can accompany him, even if you are trampled by thousands of people, you are willing, right?

Now, there is no one, no so-called mission to stop you from being together.

Walking outside the city gate, Cai Hua said, "Now that the Shadow Pupil Army has been completely annihilated, it doesn't matter what their original intentions are, what matters," he paused, "You have to understand that what you and Murong Chen are doing is not something that everyone can understand." You are a traverser, and you can get rid of the cause and effect of this world cleanly, but Murong Chen can't. ”

Xue Ying asked in a dumb voice, "What do you mean?" ”

"Being cursed by so many people day and night, even if he dies, I am afraid he will not be able to be liberated."

Xue Ying's tears slipped quietly: "So what? ”

"So, don't hate him."

"Don't hate him, don't hate him. When my father hurt me, he told me this, and now he hurts me, and you tell me that. As a victim, how come I don't even have the power to hate someone? ”

"He doesn't care what others think, but you're different. He's going to die anyway......"

Xue Ying interrupted him: "He won't die. ”

Cai Hua was stunned: "What? ”

Xue Ying gritted her teeth: "He won't die." I'll keep him alive. ”

Cai Hua sighed after a while: "How much do you hate him?" ”

"I just hate! I don't want to let go, I don't want to let go! Xue Ying whimpered, choked up, and finally said the deepest confession in her heart, "I don't want to forget him." ”

"So, let him live, is it because he loves him, or does he hate him?"

“…… I do not know. ”

"Do you know how cruel it was to him? There are already so many people in this world who hate him and curse him, do you have to stab him again? ”

These words made Xue Ying almost shaken. Who can understand the contradictory struggles and pain she experienced in making this decision, but: "I want him to suffer because of me." ”

"And then?"

"Then, there will be hope to be alive." Xue Ying wiped away her tears, "Maybe one day he will meet a good girl who is suitable for him, accompany him, and let him live a good life - no matter how long it is, even if it is just a few days, it is enough." ”

Cai Hua didn't understand: "Is this the legendary love and hate?" ”

"yes." Xue Ying smiled dumbly, "Love and hate are the same strong, the same obsession, unswerving to death, it's ridiculous." ”

Cai Hua was silent for a long time: "Forget it, so far, I can only give a trivial blessing." Actually, both of you are good people, and good people should be rewarded. ”

Xue Ying was silent: Xi Xi also said the same, what was the result?

She didn't see any hope.

……………………

Nightmares are like a quagmire that traps people in them.

Xue Ying walked up to the altar and looked up at the highest part of the city wall.

Cai Hua changed into a white robe, and when he raised his hand, the wind filled his sleeves, and he was like a fairy.

Ancient words overflowed from his mouth, and with desolate spells awakened the spirits of the heavenly kingdom beneath the earth, and the wind swirled from the ground, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Then, Cai Hua jumped from the wall, and fell not far in front of Xue Ying, bright red blood flowers blooming at the corners of her skirt. Xue Ying pulled out the battle flag beside her and waved it down.

The gates of the city were opened, and the people who had been trapped for a long time poured out like a tidal wave, but the rice fields that had been rich and peaceful had long since turned into purgatory, and the ravines and ravines divided the fleeing crowds into pieces, and countless people fell in screams and wails of fire, floods, and poisonous gases.

Someone saw Xue Ying on the altar and tried to rush up, but the soldiers guarding around him were beheaded like harvesting rice.

The empty field was slowly flooded with corpses, and blood gushed and merged into rivers.

Some people narrowly escaped the traps, rushed to the outermost part and began to climb the mountain, but the northern Xinjiang army guarding the top of the mountain suppressed them with a rain of arrows and large stones. The unarmed and scrawny people were no match for the well-equipped Northern Xinjiang Army, and they could only let out a roar of despair and grief, looking up at the sun-moon sky at the moment they fell to the ground, and cursing the culprit of this tragedy with their eyes wide open.

There are too many people.

Although the guards of the Northern Xinjiang Army surrounded the altar into an iron bucket, the continuous flow of people gradually reduced the scope of the iron bucket, and the guards retreated step by step along the steps of the altar, and with each step back, that layer of steps would be stained red with blood.

Looking at the crowd of people who were full of hatred and roaring wildly at herself, Xue Ying was expressionless, calculated the time, and pulled out the flag on the other side.

At this moment, there was a loud rumbling sound from the earth, and she paused and looked up at the sky.

Dark.

The ground shook more and more violently, and the earth cracked open like a giant beast opening its mouth, sucking corpses and blood all over the ground into its mouth.

A man fell beside her and said something to her.

But at this time, she couldn't hear anything, looked back at the man, showed a sad smile, and made a three-word lip shape:

"It's over."

"No......" The person lying on the bed had bruised muscles, and the muscles of his body were tense to the point of almost bursting, struggling to wake up from the dream.

But the dream doesn't end.

He saw blood snaking down from the top of the altar, and he saw Xue Ying's head hanging from the top of the city wall.

The roar of the earth was silenced.

He stepped over the mountains of corpses and approached the city step by step. All the scenes in my eyes were black and white, except for the one head, which was so clear.

"Murong Chen, I curse you, no illness or disaster, and a long life."

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a buzz in his ears, then silence.

He struggled to get up and rushed out, and the soldiers who passed by all looked at him in horror, someone was shouting at him, but he couldn't see these people anymore, and ran in that direction with all his heart.

His figure was so fast that no one could stop him.

However, when he arrived at the place he remembered, he did not see the familiar scene.

Fill it in.

The basin where the slaughter city was located was completely filled in, and the endless Gobi seemed so quiet that there was no sign of what had happened here.

He fell to his knees, stretched out his hand and unconsciously tugged at it a few times, and then in despair realized that it was in vain. He opened his mouth to say something, even if it was a shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

Why? Why?