Chapter Twenty-Eight: Xizhou's Past Is Hard to Think
No matter how much Xizhou tried to cooperate, the south wind couldn't take him too far. The forest is rugged and dark, and every movement is a test of Nanfeng's physical strength and a torture of Xizhou's body.
Xizhou's legs were weak, and he was planted into a soil pit with the south wind.
The pit is deep, about one person high. Nanfeng is enough, Xizhou's body is still seriously injured, where can he eat? Nanfeng endured the cry that had reached his mouth, and hurriedly held Xizhou in his arms. He was soaked in his own blood, and blood was spurting out of his mouth, gasping for breath. Nanfeng didn't know if he still had a chance of surviving.
She just hugged him like that, and didn't dare to say anything, and didn't dare to ask any questions.
Xizhou was very understanding, spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, and his voice was as soft as usual. He gasped vigorously and said, "My injuries look bluffing, but in fact...... Not...... It's okay. ”
If Nanfeng were a fool, he might believe his nonsense.
He paused, put his hand on hers, and said, "Nanfeng, I'll tell you a secret." ”
"Who wants to listen to your secret?" said Nanfeng through gritted teeth. The sad air rushed to make her dizzy, and the splash in her eyes couldn't stop jumping out.
He chuckled, the pain in his body making his brow furrow: "I...... Not...... I'm not an ordinary person. ”
"I know. ”
"You know?"
She hugged him tighter, her cheek against his forehead, and felt his unusual body temperature: "You are Helianyi, the son of Ming Hong who has been floating like a lonely ghost for more than a hundred years, right!"
"You really ...... Guessed. He smiled wryly.
"For more than a hundred years, you have lived alone for more than a hundred years, being chased and killed by evil ghosts, being chased and killed by stinky Taoist priests, and being shouted and beaten as a stranger, just to ...... Are you looking for me?" Nanfeng couldn't control his crying anymore, "You fool!"
Xizhou's tears wet Nanfeng's sleeves, and his voice was faintly weak: "You're still so smart." ”
"You idiot, what are you looking for me......? How do you want me to save you......"
Xizhou didn't answer her question, but held his chest and said, "I have lived for more than one hundred and thirty years, and there is a way to save myself, but it is your master, I am afraid he will not be able to hold on." South wind, ahem, I'm ...... I know you're worried about him. You go help him, and then come back to me and take me away. ”
Su Chen's life and death are unpredictable, Xizhou's life is dying, and the south wind is really difficult to choose.
Xizhou said again: "I am having difficulty moving now, and I am also a drag with you, and even more so with your master." You go and save him first, and I'll wait for you here. Don't worry, I've been looking for you for more than a hundred years before I willingly die. ”
His spirit was much better than when he had just run for his life, which gave Nanfeng an illusion that her psychological defense line had been broken by him, imagining that maybe after a while, she would be able to see a lively and affectionate Xizhou.
The south wind wiped away the tears, laid him down in a relatively comfortable position, and then found leaves and weeds and hid him—a scene similar to how he had hidden her.
Nanfeng said, "You wait for me, I will definitely come back to you!"
"Good. ”
His "yes" made her uneasy. His answer was too pleasant, and there was a hint of disbelief.
Nanfeng doesn't want to leave Xizhou, but Suchen also needs her.
Nanfeng took the pink peony flower from his head, sent it to Xizhou through the weeds, held his hand and said, "Take it, I'll wear it when I come back!"
His hand was attached to Nanfeng's hand, and he took the flower and hid it in his bosom, and said, "Good." ”
The south wind did not linger and turned away.
The south wind took Xizhou not far, and it didn't take too long to come back. The small courtyard of Yizhuang has changed its appearance, and the coffins that had been placed at random have all become powdered at this time, and none of them are complete, even the corpses lying in the thatched hut have also suffered from the disaster of the pond fish, and have been moved by unimaginable forces, or split into two pieces.
Su Chen was seriously injured, and his clothes were stained with bloody mud on the ground, tattered and dirty, and he couldn't see his true face. There were a few bloody wounds on his body, but Nanfeng knew that with the way he was stumbling now, it was definitely not caused by a few flesh wounds.
What an embarrassed broken cold boy.
The opponent didn't get any big bargains either.
The black mist on the mysterious man dissipated a lot, and his minion, the dwarf with the rattan cane, was already lying on the ground without breath, and his body exuded a strong rancid smell like the old man he had been, and the rattan cane was also discarded.
Nanfeng held the vine cane in his hand and made a fighting stance.
Su Chen was hit by the black mist of the mysterious person, his body flew far away, and finally fell to the ground, unable to stand up for a long time. He clutched his chest, breathing heavily.
But he didn't forget to reprimand Nanfeng, and said sharply: "What are you doing here?
Nanfeng held a cane in one hand and helped him up with the other, and said, "If you are a hero, you must also have a person who collects the corpse." ”
Su Chen didn't expect that after just a few days of not seeing him, Nanfeng dared to rebelliously scold him in front of outsiders, I don't know if it was because he was angry or seriously injured, he was trembling all over.
The mysterious man looked fierce, moved his neck, and said: "Girl, last time you attacked me from behind, I haven't settled this account with you, you can come by yourself, it shows that you know the current affairs very well." ”
Nanfeng deliberately delayed time for Su Chen to accumulate his strength, and said, "Did you kill the people in Caisang Town?"
"The breath of a person before death is the freshest, and I need a steady stream of resentment to replenish my energy. The mysterious man said admiring the black mist around him.
The great resentment in him came from the men whom he had slain.
"Kill them, and burn the corpses, you are such a human monster!"
The mysterious demon said disdainfully, "I hate the smell of corpses, and I don't want my place to be polluted by filth." There's no humanity, oh, I'm not human at all, what do you want humanity to do?"
Nanfeng said: "You also know that you are not human, what is the point of living a dirty and messy life like you?"
"Am I embarrassed?" said the mysterious demon proudly, "You don't know how embarrassed the Ming Hong Gongzi is in your heart." He willingly gave me his skin in order to find you, but he himself wandered around like a dog for more than a hundred years with a faint grudge. The skin I use now is his, although it has long been changed to my appearance, but you don't know, his skin has more resentment than any skin, which has allowed me to support it for more than a hundred years. You could have destroyed this skin, and I've had enough of it after so long. ”
Nanfeng thought he had heard it wrong, and Xizhou ......