Halfway up the mountain, I looked up and saw a vast amount of snow all around.

When he was about to reach the top of the mountain, Ying Xiao instinctively felt fear, and no matter how he drove it, he stopped in place and didn't want to step forward again.

Ling Shang didn't mind, he got off the horse with Ye Mushen in his arms, and walked towards the cliff at the top of the mountain with his waist in his arms.

Of course, there are no ghosts in the world, and mountain ghosts or mountain gods are just people's imagination.

Ling Shang knew that Ye Mu Shen was not afraid of ghosts.

But Ye Mushen is not a person with a clear conscience - a person with a ghost in his heart, and he will not be indifferent to some specific scenes.

And that's exactly what happened.

"You don't want to leave me here alone, do you? Still want to ...... Let me jump from there? Ye Mushen asked in a low voice.

In fact, if Ling Shang did this, he would not complain, but would feel relieved.

Ling Shang stopped, hugged him and kissed him for a long time, smiled and pinched his pale face, "How can I be reluctant?" ”

The doubts that filled the stomach of Ye Mu ginseng all melted into this gentle and cruel irony.

He was unusual, holding Ling Shang's head and kissing him back, "Brother, I suddenly thought of a story......

"What?"

"You once said that Jiang's death is inseparable from his obsession with seeking immortality."

“…… Well. ”

"He once sent many generals and monks into the sea to seek immortals, looking for the elixir of immortality, but to no avail. Most of those he sent out also died. ”

"That's right."

"However, I heard that a monk led nearly 1,000 people to the east to find a good medicine. After taking it without permission, he got eternal life and went to Wonderland. ”

“…… Do you believe this rumor? ”

"Believe it or not...... It's just that I suddenly remembered that after the immortal Taoist went to the fairyland, he missed the sake of the mortal world. ”

“……”

"The gods did not want him to return to the mortal world, but he couldn't help but plead, and finally agreed to let him go back to the mortal world to have a look."

“……”

"The Taoist returned to the world, but he couldn't find his favorite sake. Because one day in heaven is a hundred years on earth. When he returned to the world, he was already in the vicissitudes of life. ”

Ling Shang's originally calm side face twisted painfully under the cold moonlight.

Ye Mushen continued his story, "The dynasty of allegiance has fallen, and all the relatives and friends of the past have died...... The Taoist knelt on the ground and cried, never wanting to return to the fairyland......"

“……”

"Mortals have mortal lives, and immortals also have immortal rules...... That Dao man no longer wants to be a mortal who will eventually turn to dust, nor does he want to be an immortal with a false life. Thereupon...... Escaped into the evil ghost path, married the witch, and is said to have given birth to a boy......"

"Don't talk about it."

"That boy is a descendant of gods and demons, and he was cursed from birth. He was abandoned by his parents and later picked up by a royal family exiled to the border as a adopted son. ”

"That's enough, don't say it."

"The cursed son of gods and demons has powers that ordinary people can't imagine, but he also suffers unbearable pain from ordinary people, right?"

Ling Shang didn't want to listen to him anymore, so he grabbed his neck and said in a cruel tone, "I'll tell you to stop talking!" ”

Ye Mushen smiled sickly, "Brother, in the world...... There really are ghosts, right? ”

Ling Shang's hands also trembled, dodging Ye Mushen's gaze.

The two of them had reached the edge of the cliff.

The story of Ye Mu Ginseng is like a quagmire, engulfing Ling Shang little by little.

He took Ling Shang's hand, clasped it between his fingers, and retreated step by step to the edge of the cliff.

Leaned close to Ling Shang's ear and whispered out a word.