The crucian carp was puzzled to touch his scar with his hand, and the smile of the monk lord seemed to be a still lake and distant mountain, he gently held her hand, moved it up, and placed it in the heart, and said, "You probably don't believe me, and I'm also surprised why I didn't die, but it's not that I escaped by luck, no matter how many terrible things I encounter after this, I won't die." ”

The crispy crucian carp touched the scar on his heart, which was even more fierce than the one in his abdomen, and she froze, "Are you saying that you can't die now?" ”

"Yes." The ceremonial monk calmly spat out earth-shattering words.

Crispy crucian carp's eyes widened, and he said, "I put a knife in my heart, and I woke up the next day, and I cut my throat, but I still woke up, even if I burned it with fire, I was still like a golden refiner, and I wouldn't hurt it in any way." ”

"I guess it's her curse. Curse me to live forever and forever. ”

After he said this, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, the monk master had lost interest in everything, and he worked hard to save the crispy crucian carp, not only to remind himself all the time to forget that he was hated, but his greatest purpose was to torture himself in the future eternal life.

"I think even if she died, she was probably suffering, I wonder if she was too angry with me, so she asked me to live and not die?"

He muttered to himself, and suddenly laughed as if he had thought of something.

"I don't think so." The crispy crucian carp thought as he shook his hand back vigorously, "I've always had one thing I can't figure out. According to Yao Er's unbending temperament, if she is humiliated, she will definitely not live, what is she for, not hesitating to become your stepmother, after your father died, she is still maintaining everyone's relationship? ”

The crucian carp's eyes widened slowly, and she seemed to have found some flickering light in the mist, but it felt ethereal, making it difficult for her to sort out the middle.

Hearing her question, the demeanor of the monk master was also silent for a moment.

After a long time, he whispered, "I also have doubts about this, so I came here." ”

He pointed to the ground under his feet, "After she lost her memory, all the rights of the family's affairs returned to my hands, and I knew that the family had close contacts with the Zhurong relics in private, but after her accident, the Zhurong relics wiped out all traces, and it took more than fifty years before I found this place." ”

"So in order to find that clue, did you join the Zhurong Remnant Clan?"

The monk nodded, "But everything I did, looking back on it now, was just a joke. ”

In the pouring rain, Yao Er ran in the endless darkness like crazy, and the monk master chased after her, she woke up the dusty memory little by little in the thunder again and again, she struggled to hold her head and refused to believe that this was her own memory

Recall, she was at a loss, and when she looked back, she was even more frightened and hysterical.

The master of the ceremonial monks shouted, "Yao'er! Yao'er! ”

She stood in the heavy rain, letting the rain wash her body, she felt that the water stimulated her whole body to tremble, even the cold water was not as good as her heart.

A chill ran through her bones.

She remembered that none of the people who appeared in her dream were fake, and they were not dreams.

There is nothing more desperate than realizing this, and what makes her even more unacceptable is that the person next to her pillow is the person she loves deeply and hurts deeply.

They longed for each other to disappear, and the existence was the existence that made each other so painful that even breathing turned into hot magma, and she was suffocating every day, not knowing if she was still alive.

Probably this is the so-called walking dead.

On the day she was defiled, she had already thought about death, but what the man said forced her to live, because she knew that this matter was related to the fate of the Monk Lord's family, and she knew for the first time what the Rite Monk's family was really doing.

No matter how dirty it was, she had to persevere, and she couldn't let the monk master be implicated because of this, so she even took all the rights into her own hands.

The monk hated himself when she was a woman who coveted fame and fortune, but it was okay so that he would not find out...... Those things that are even dirtier than her.

This kind of dirty work, it is enough for her to do it alone.

The ancestors who are rooted in the shadow of their descendants can only survive in this dark day, and the light and the darkness are so clear at some point, no matter how frank and selfless a person is, they cannot get rid of this innate original sin.

She had always thought like this, her soul had long since ceased to exist, and her current body was still torn into such a shape.

Such a self, even she herself can't help but spit on herself, let alone others?

What's more, is it him?

At the moment when her memory returned, she felt like the sky was falling. Everything I thought I had before was shattered, and all the causes and effects of my own humiliation were gone.

What kind of mood is she in here?

Probably a feeling of waiting to die.

This feeling has been running through her until now, and she finally understands where this pain that goes deep into the bone marrow comes from.

Only death can bring her back to life.

If one day, I lose even you, then what is the value of such a me?

So please tell me, how am I going to survive in the world you're not in?

"It's time." The deep voice repeated in the darkness without emotion, and the white transparent geyers that had stood on both sides for a long time immediately leaned over, and on the strange black book, a man tightly clamped a long vermilion pen with his white, almost dry pointed fingers, and towards

On the dark blue name of the book, a large red cross was drawn without question.

The reaper on both sides immediately understood, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The man buried his face in his long black robe, but the corners of his mouth curved in a strange arc all the time.

"Qiao Yao'er, the auspicious time has arrived, and I will personally send you on your way."

The rain was pouring down, and on the edge of the cliff, there was a woman with a pale face, her long hair was like a drowning hand struggling to fly, her messy hair could not hide her resolute look, she suddenly felt the pain in her left eye, she was shocked in her heart, and suddenly laughed sadly.

It seems that she has given so much, and in the end, to those people, she is just a stone that can be discarded at will.

She looked down at the endless abyss below with a blank face.

Tears poured out of his right eye like rain without warning, stinging his left eye and bleeding.

"Hmph...... Swindler...... Tricked my eyes...... No excuses!! The voice of the gloomy haze was full of indifferent and hoarse despair, "I will never forgive you so easily, I will make you pay!" ”

"Ahh!!hh ……”

Like a butterfly with folded wings, she fell from the sky.

The miserable shout suddenly pierced the sky, drowning out the mournful roar of the monk master behind him, "Yao'er!! ”

The night is like a roaring beast, opening its bloody mouth to devour the entire sky, and the twisted clouds are like roaring waves, overlapping layer by layer, boiling and shouting in the silent night sky, bringing silence to nothingness, endless sin.

Over here...... Where is it?

When she raised her eyes, she was immediately startled by what she saw.

The Dead Emissary filled his garden with flowers. There are rare and beautiful roses, independent lilies, pure and immaculate hyacinths, strange and beautiful blue enchantresses, and thorny and delicate roses. He was busy but meticulous and orderly to take care of these flowers, the soft and warm sun of the early morning gently poured on him and the flowers, so that his black robe outlined a faint outline, swaying in the breeze with a mysterious and universal light.

He leisurely watered the flowers, each of which bowed slightly to him in the breeze after passing through the nectar he had sown.

The only difference between these flowers and the outside world is that they are all condensed from the souls of people after death. When people die, the emotions and attachments in their hearts will condense into different flowers, except for the flowers that have strong wishes or unparalleled hatred, which will become black and terrifying flowers. But this kind of flower is rare to see once in a century.

The job of the Dead Soul Messenger is to plant their souls in this garden, take care of them, wait for the spring flowers to bloom, dissolve all the emotions in their hearts, forget the world, and reincarnate.

The Death Bringer is the loneliest god, but he also loves the job. He had long been accustomed to such a life, and when she chose to come here as a price for not being reincarnated, he was already ready to come to his senses, and he did not regret this endless eternal life

Zhong has been lonely, he needs time to heal the wounds in his heart, he needs to see her who is reincarnated, as long as he thinks of her, a huge shame and anger will rise in his heart, burning his unwilling heart, so he wants to wait for her here and never give up!

Every time his slender fingers caressed a flower, he thought of her.

This one isn't, and neither is this one. Every day he would look for her soul in new flowers, even the black and translucent flowers, but after a hundred years, she seemed to disappear out of thin air, never to appear again.

He was unwilling, but he was helpless, because he couldn't leave here, and although he was disappointed every time, he believed that she would come here one day. He felt that he was torturing himself, but it was better for him not to lose that incomparable hatred in his loneliness.

"Nope! I don't want to be reincarnated!! She struggled hysterically, gritting her teeth as she looked at the dark whirlpool in front of her with the chill, her nails sunk deep into the wall, bursting with red blood, staining her hands red, but the pain of the scream could not change her anger and fear at the moment, she glared viciously at the two half-white life-seekers in front of her, and bit her lip to stay awake.

(End of chapter)

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