Chapter Eighty-Seven: Morning of Blood
Yan Lingqu slowly opened her eyes, although the sky was still only cloudy, she couldn't sleep anymore. Even if it's a late night.
"Huh? What does it taste like? Yan Lingqu was stunned for a moment, and always felt that he smelled a very bad smell, which was not unfamiliar to them at all, but he didn't like it at all.
The taste of blood.
Rubbing his eyes, Yan Lingqu sat up slowly, and then looked around at the faint light coming from outside......
There was blood on the ground.
If it weren't for the fact that they were sleeping a little higher, the blood would have stuck to their bodies......
"What's going on?" Yan Lingqu was stunned for a moment, followed the direction of the spread of the bloodstains, and looked over......
"Wake up, everybody!"
Whether it was still deeply asleep or already in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, they all sat up at the same time.
"What's wrong?" Xiang Yueqin wiped the corners of her mouth and asked desperately to hide the fact that she was drooling while sleeping.
"What's going on?" Lu Chen also pulled his hair, but as soon as he finished saying this, he noticed that something was wrong, "There is a smell of blood?" ”
Everyone else reacted and looked at the blood on the ground...... At the end of the line of sight, there was a child leaning against the wall, motionless.
"That's ......" Yue Qing immediately rushed over, "Zhiyuan!" ”
Everyone else reacted and rushed over one by one, and they all saw the figure leaning against the wall clearly. Ju Zhiyuan didn't have any expression on his face, even if there was not such a strong light, everyone could feel that there was no breath of life on his body. In Ju Zhiyuan's right hand, he was holding a stone that he didn't know when he had sharpened it, and on his left wrist, there was a very deep wound......
"Why...... Why? Yue Qing's body directly lost its support, knelt down in the blood all over the ground, and fell on Ju Zhiyuan's body at once. But there was no trace of warmth on his body
Yan Lingqu also understood now why Ju Zhiyuan didn't sleep so late, he was ready to commit suicide a long time ago, just the day before the decisive battle. He didn't want Yue Qing to bear the pain of killing a friend again.
Yue Qing's tears were dripping down in big drops, and the other people around him were also very uncomfortable in their hearts, and all kinds of emotions were mixed in their hearts, so that each of them could no longer control the pain in their hearts......
"He killed himself?" Xun Xun was also shocked, she was the one who had already decided to die, but she never thought of doing this, maybe apart from Yue Qing, Ju Zhiyuan's death had the heaviest impact on her......
"You should ......" Chen Zheng lowered his head and let out a long breath, suddenly not knowing what to do. He was still thinking in his heart, if he was Ju Zhiyuan, would he do the same thing? Chen Zheng didn't know, he only knew that in normal times, he really couldn't take the courage to die, so he kept trying so desperately to live.
Yue Qing also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and pursed his lips with difficulty: "Actually...... I would have wanted him to live...... Lingqu, I also heard your conversation last night, and I was so miserable at that time. Maybe for me, he's just a friend, and I might have a higher position for him, but I've found that since I heard him yesterday, I understand what kind of mood he always wanted to sacrifice for me. ”
Yan Lingqu looked at Yue Qing like this, and his heart was very flustered, and he didn't know what to react to.
"Now for me, what I have lost is also the person I like......" Saying this, Yue Qing's tears poured out unbearably again, making people feel very heartbroken when they looked at it.
Yue Qing wiped his tears again, with a hint of perseverance in his eyes, picked up the sharp stone in Ju Zhiyuan's right hand, and slashed it towards his neck without saying a word.
"Ding!" A sharp knife directly flew the stone and rescued Yue Qing, who wanted to commit suicide.
"Chen Zheng, why are you stopping me?"
"If he hadn't been resurrected by the Whisper of Dust, then I wouldn't stop you any more." Chen Zheng put away his sharp knife, "Don't forget, you still have a chance to meet again!" ”
Yan Lingqu also slowly squatted down at this time, and gently took Yue Qing's hand: "If you go with him, won't his sacrifice be in vain?" ”
Yue Qing was silent, and after a while, he shook his head: "But what should I do now?" ”
"Yue Qing, remember." Yan Lingqu said to Yue Qing with a somewhat serious face, "From now on, Ju Zhiyuan didn't commit suicide, but you killed him!" We all saw you pretending to agree to his show of affection and sneaking up on him. ”
Hearing Yan Lingqu's words, everyone else also understood and knew what Yan Lingqu meant.
"That's right, otherwise that guy wouldn't have let you go easily. Even so, he may be hard for you and punish you for not following the rules. Chen Zheng immediately added, "Only in this way can you have a chance to live, so that you will not let him die in vain, so that you will have a chance to meet again!" ”
Yue Qing hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Thank you, thank you." ”
Hearing Yue Qing say this, the others were a little more relieved.
After the mood stabilized, the seven people did not choose to rest again, but planned well, and after a while, the person asked how to answer, how to unify the voice. One of them has already chosen to leave, and this time is even more important to them.
The sun slowly rose and cast a glimmer of morning light in, but instead of bringing them hope and light, it reflected despair and pain more clearly.
"Come out...... the meaty-faced adult came over, and just wanted to shout this sentence, but suddenly stopped.
No one was silent.
"What's going on, can anyone explain it to me?" There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, "You should all know what kind of punishment those guys who didn't kill people at will during the duel before, I just want to know who did it knowingly!" ”
Yue Qing stepped forward without hesitation, she was ready to die just now, and now she would not be afraid: "Sir, you said that we are going to serve the Night Soul as killers in the future. ”
The adult looked at her indifferently: "So what? ”
"The task of the killer is to solve his goal, no matter what means he uses, whether he will die or not."