"What are you going to do?" Mo Ci grabbed his robe, his eyes were cold and threatening: "I tell you, if you dare to destroy the ceremony, I will not let you go!" ”

The Death Soul Messenger also said coldly, "No, that's enough. He looked at the face of the female corpse and said, "She's had enough." ”

"Why do you say that!?" Mo Ci struggled to stand up, put his body in front of them, blocked the Death Soul Messenger, and said in a sonorous and firm tone: "I won't hand her over to you, you just die!" ”

"Even if she is resurrected, she is just a doll you built out of human bodies, what is the use?!" The Dead Soul Messenger suddenly became angry: "You don't know anything with Ben! Why are you disturbing her peace again!! ”

"And what do you know? She wasn't going to die! You've just taken her place, you impostor of the Dead! ”

"It's not a succession, it's a legacy." The Dead Soul Messenger calmed down: "I can finally understand her pain as a Dead Soul Messenger now, and understand the reason for the contract she made with me in the first place, and she is the same as Ben ...... It's just putting this pain on others and bearing it for her! ”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand! Mo Ci still held on, looking at the Dead Soul Messenger vigilantly.

"That is the pain of being a messenger of the dead, the pain of eternal life." The Death Soul Messenger calmly looked at Mo Ci's trembling eyes: "You don't know what she wants, you are just blindly selfish and live for yourself!" ”

"You!! You don't understand the feelings between us!! I'm going to bring her back instead of letting her disappear in front of me again! Mo Ci pounced on him and shouted, "I will die with you!" ”

"You don't deserve it!" The Death Messenger quickly dodged away, and Mo Qi fell down the stairs unsteadily, he struggled to get up, staggered to his feet, spat out a mouthful of blood, and went up to grab him, his chest rose and fell sharply due to excitement, and he said with a mad smile: "You don't want to destroy us!" The resurrection ritual is complete, and you're too late! Ha ha!! ”

"So...... Qiao Yao'er, I'll tell you right now that I really want to. The Dead Soul Emissary watched as the female corpse gradually opened its godless eyes, and he looked at her mockingly and said, "Is this the freedom you gave up to switch?" It seems ridiculous! ”

Qiao Yao'er walked up and said, "What is your wish?" ”

"Please kill me." The Death Soul Messenger said lightly, in a very light tone, but with incredible power, it shocked them.

"You...... That's what you want? Qiao Yao'er asked sluggishly.

"yes, the same as she wants." The Messenger of Dead Souls smiled sadly: "At that time, I was just a human being, and I was turned into a wronged soul due to the country's broken hatred, and she brought me back to listen to my story......

"Is the human world really that interesting?" After listening silently, she suddenly asked cautiously.

"Yes! There's more to it than that! He said unguardedly, but he lowered: "It's a pity that I didn't take revenge, and I lost my life......"

She looked at him for a moment and asked, "Do you want revenge?" ”

"Of course!" He clenched his fists and stood up, his eyes hateful and hateful: "I hate them, I killed my parents, and the shame they brought me is something that I can't pay off for a lifetime!" ”

"So, how about I help you?"

"...... you?"

"Yes, please make a pact with me."

"At that time, I was only blinded by hatred, and I didn't realize that I was just being used as a tool for her to end her suffering, until I realized that a hundred years had passed, so I hated her, although I knew the reason why she did this, but I still couldn't forgive her for being so selfish."

The Death Soul Messenger took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Mo Ci and said: "Even if you resurrect her by all means, she will still seek death, you gave her the most noble love, but you didn't give her freedom at all, so she escaped from here in the most extreme way, so do you still have the need to resurrect her?" ”

"I ...... Did I really make her so miserable......" Mo Ci looked at her face tremblingly, and muttered to himself: "It turns out ...... I'm the one who hurt her......"

"So, Qiao Yao'er, you understand, kill me, end me, come and be my stand-in, and surpass the white soul coffin to end her mutation, this is what you can do." The Dead Soul Messenger turned around, closed his eyes and handed her the cane, and said faintly, "Come on." ”

"I ......" Qiao Yao'er bit her lower lip, raised her head for a while, tears flashed, and said softly: "I understand......

Mu Yanqing looked at the bottomless abyss. In that dark and scalp-making place, his face slowly emerged.

Lonely?.

She looked at her own face, her eyebrows so familiar. It's familiar, and it looks like the ultimate of strangeness.

Who are you? She asked. He smiled, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but his eyes were filled with a chill of ridicule. His fingers pressed against her face and said, "She is herself."

The moment she fainted, she finally heard herself say - go to hell with her, she came to redeem herself.

She closed her eyes.

I don't know how long it has survived in the dark, humid air, or if it has become accustomed to the so-called bondage. She didn't struggle when she looked up and saw a prison.

The soul roamed within her body, it existed ethereal in the shell, calmly touching her heart with its invisible fingers, as cold as the ice of the Nine Springs. The reason why it exists, lives in symbiosis with her, is because they are all here to survive. Sometimes it will tell her sadly and sadly, why care about other lives, living in the human body and ending up in ashes, and sad for the chaotic and tedious and boring actions of consciousness.

What's more, it's very confusing to live in this way, really confused.

Why? Some things have to be borne by a body. In the universe, how people live, how they live here, what is the difference? Some people have the right to do something that is disgusting to all mankind, but are all men born free and equal?

No, it contradicts her.

You can choose for yourself

Choose another way to live, instead of being insensitive, and hear the groans of the cruel Bastille tormenting good and innocent people? It was a mixture of pain and unwillingness. Others can beg for food with blood and **, in order to be satisfied, how can the holy woman of light sing with the miserable dark ghosts.

If you have a conscience, you should stop struggling to coexist with the barrier, for the sake of your own body, you will grow old and turn into dust, and you should not feel that everything should be bright and peaceful? I should use my limited life, my own body, to stimulate the burst and fight, which is much better than shrinking my head and tail in this dark and gloomy place.

She stared at the gray and mottled wall for a long time, the skin of the wall peeling off layer after layer, leaving only a few warped remnants, and she tried her best to breathe on the wall, trying to hold on without letting go, much like a patient with severe white skin.

The darkness and dampness had tormented him to the point where it was, but it was still here, all the time. The darkness in front of her spun in reverse like water, rippling wave after wave, and she inadvertently felt a little strange in her heart.

Her eyes widened, and her breathing began to rapid. The blood around her was galloping like a sea of soldiers and horses, rushing and boiling in her veins like crazy, and she couldn't help but gasp with excitement. A lightning sensation struck, and she grabbed the damp moss on the wall and threw it into the air, and she felt a sense of revenge as she watched them scream and fall to the ground. She went crazy for a while, and had to stop unsatisfied.

The frantic and tired body kept protesting, it said it was extremely tired and needed to rest. And her excited brain was still happily and feverishly secreting fluid to stimulate her nerve centers, her fingers were bleeding at some point, she felt dizzy, she had to stop.

Because there was a foot that stomped on her fingers with a crisp sound.

The pain that came from her bones hit her brain like a hot soldering iron, and she couldn't help screaming, and her hands couldn't move. Oh my God, I guess my finger is broken.

Bah!

She heard a disgusted curse, followed by a cramping pain in her abdomen. She clutched her stomach tightly and rolled wildly on the ground, her internal organs as if they were about to burst, and the sharp pain flowed through her body like a soldering iron. She gritted her teeth, almost crushing, and she didn't know how long it took for them to stop.

Cheap embryo! It's better to be honest with her in the future!

The fishy smell in her throat kept surging upwards desperately, and she endured it again and again, choking several times intermittently before she could hold back the pain. Weakly propping herself up, she slowly climbed to a raised square, and stopped, only to find that her fingers were strangely twisted and burning like fire.

Ho ho ...... She heard herself laughing. For those who can't be sober like this - people? Maybe it's a person for the time being, and if you can't be sober - you deliberately drag out the tail note long and clear, there is really no value to be entertained.

She trembled and propped herself up, and with the last of her strength, she rolled over and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

It suddenly occurred to her that what she was talking about was redeeming her?

In her dizziness, she saw many debris jumping in front of her eyes. Suddenly, a shard jumped in front of her and stood still.

There were many figures flickering in the woods, there were adults, children, old people, they shouted with hideous and excited faces, and then in a flash, another fragment came over at the right time, and she saw a lot of black flames flying, raging cries, and under them, all of them were full of white bones.

The cry of sorrow resounded through the heavens for a long time.

The black flame is anger, the raging flame burns people, distorts their sinful human nature, ** naked display, those she dare not imagine, all the nature she faces, just in front of her eyes jumped amazing flames, she couldn't say anything, stared wide-eyed, but couldn't do anything.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Half Yuan Cultivation and Half Yuan Jun" with more like-minded people, WeChat pay attention to "excellent reading literature", talk about life, and find confidants~