Chapter 217: The Past Is Dead
What kind of tune is this? Is it a demonic sound......
Rong Yan only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and Mu Zhixia next to him spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he couldn't support himself lying on the ground.
He tried to seal his hearing, but found that he couldn't mobilize his aura at all.
He tried to cover his ears, but when he raised his hand, he touched the tears on his face at some point.
…… I thought of my mother, who died young. The smell of the cold disinfectant water in the hospital, and the mother's last withered face.
This vicious tune will deceive people's hearts!
He struggled again to reach out and try to cover his ears.
Gong Baoxiang, who was on the other side, looked at him with tears on his face, "It's useless, this is a sacrificial song that is said to make ghosts and gods cry." Even if you plug your ears, you can hear it. ”
The Divine Sacrifice Comedy is not a song of yin and evil, on the contrary, it is called the Sacrifice to the Gods, and it is the purest and most innocent music in the world.
It can cleanse people's hearts, penetrate souls, and cannot be sealed with spells.
Most of the people present have fallen into a state of madness, all crying and laughing, whether they are crying or laughing freely, their faces are full of tears.
In contrast, it is these young people who are more influenced by this song.
Approximately, he is young, has little experience, and has not many demons.
In the chaos, Rong Yan saw that his grandfather was still sitting on the futon.
Seeing him, it was as if he had seen the Dinghai Divine Needle, and Rong Yan's heart was settled.
My grandfather had always been so powerful, and this strength had weighed on him like an impassable mountain range before, but now it brought him an unparalleled sense of stability.
It's just that my grandfather was obviously affected as well.
His previously straight body was stiff and trembling, and he closed his eyes with a painful expression, as if he was in great pain.
After a while, he hung his head, got up, and walked towards the temple gate.
Rong Yan's face changed greatly, and he couldn't help but call: "Grandfather! ”
On the contrary, the old man did not hear his words at all, and walked like a fly.
Go faster and faster.
"Ayu! Ayu! ”
While chasing, shouting.
Separated by a cold temple door, across the half of the courtyard heavy smoke and rain.
The girl stood outside the temple and looked at him, "This is the end of our relationship, everything in the past is dead, and everything in the future is ...... Let's wait for the future. ”
She got it! She got it! She knows all about it!
Rong Nian was terrified in his heart, "Ah Yu, Ah Yu! ”
He looked at her back, heartbroken, as if that scene from many years ago was repeating itself again, and he had lost her once again.
The light on the bone xun that swirled in mid-air dimmed, and the sound of the xun in the wind gradually disappeared.
Rong Nianzhen leaned against the door of the hall in a daze, looking at the girl outside the hall, walking farther and farther away in the wind and rain.
From beginning to end, he could only see her back.
She was so radiant that he could only look up.
An urgent greeting came from behind him, "Grandfather, are you alright?" ”
Rong Nianzhen raised his eyes slowly, and the handsome and anxious face of the young man came into his eyes. The silhouette looks a little similar to him, it is Rong Yan.
The tears on his face were blown by the night breeze, and the chill was biting.
It's a dream.
I haven't shed tears for many years, so happy, those unspeakable pains are condensed in the bones and blood, I don't know when it will attack, there is no cure.
This is the result of his karma, and he can only bear it himself. No matter how painful and difficult it is, it can only be swallowed silently.
Because he knew that even if he was given another choice, he would still make the same decision as he did back then.