Xiao Er ran to the side of the bed in a panic, his dark face almost disappeared in the shadows, "Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng!"

Yang Xiaoyang frowned and walked over to Zheng Ji, probed his snort, and grabbed his wrist to cross a trace of aura.

But Zheng Ji's body did not react, and his body was full of emptiness and dead silence.

Yang Xiaoyang felt the yin qi emanating from Zheng Ji's body and felt that he should have been dead for no more than two days.

Did I die on the day I entered the city? What does this portend? Was he killed or was he at the end of his life? It must have been the end of his life, because he had no internal or external injuries on his body.

Shall I use his corpse for a fight?

Yang Xiaoyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body suddenly tensed, as if he was startled by his own thoughts. He glanced at Xiao Er next to him again, and his thoughts spread.

"Young Master Yang, here's a letter. Xiao Er suddenly pointed to Zheng Ji's pillow and said.

Yang Xiaoyang came back to his senses, pursed his lips, and gently picked up the piece of paper with an expressionless face.

"I don't want to die, but I don't want to live. ”

There was only one short sentence in the letter.

The handwriting on it is very timeless, much better than what Yang Xiaoyang wrote, which is pleasing to the eye.

It's just that in Yang Xiaoyang's eyes, there is more helplessness and despair.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at Zheng Ji's face again, and couldn't help but think of the back of the person who did not violate the Tao.

Maybe death is relief for them.

"I'll report to the police. Yang Xiaoyang let out a breath and said a little hoarsely.

Xiao Er looked at Yang Xiaoyang's lonely back, frowned suspiciously, and looked at Zheng Ji's corpse again, looking inexplicable.

........................

In the twenty-fourth year of Anyan, winter, Li Xiangfu.

"Congratulations, sir! Madame and the child are all well, and a boy has been born!" the midwife washed her hands and said happily to Li Jinglan.

Li Jinglan hugged the infant child, nodded the child's nose, and said with a smile: "Congwen, you have to study hard in the future and become a pillar of my Mingwu." But don't learn from your two brothers, you read a fart to me. ”

Li Yunxian and Li Sizhe brothers scratched their heads and giggled, looking at their father, who was usually always very serious, rarely said a vulgar word, and felt that their father had great expectations for their little brother.

After Chen Kang accepted Li Jinglan's personal teaching, he became much more restrained, and he was no longer as sharp as before.

At this time, he looked at the infant child, and suddenly felt a sense of responsibility, "Sir, what if he doesn't want to study?"

Li Jinglan was completely unsteady at this time, and waved his hand after listening to Chen Kang's words, "How is it possible? I, Li Jinglan, can still give birth to a seed who doesn't like to read? He will definitely be full of economy in the future and become my Mingwu arm!"

Lao Chen leaned against the door with his arms in his arms, shook his head with a smile when he heard the words, untied the gourd from his waist, and poured a sip of wine.

Li Jinglan suddenly lifted the baby above his head and sighed lightly: "Congwen Na ......"

Chen Kang saw that his eyes were full of hope.

...............................

Sunset.

Yang Xiaoyang stood alone in front of Zheng Ji's tombstone and bowed three times.

He touched the small bowl in his arms, didn't say much, and turned around and went back to the Duke of Chu's mansion.

After entering his guest room, closing the doors and windows, and opening the box, Yang Xiaoyang sat on the bed motionless.

"Little Lamb, what are you thinking?" Xiao Di slowly flew in front of Yang Xiaoyang and asked suspiciously.

She didn't complain that the lamb didn't take her around the city, she knew that the lamb didn't have that mind now.

Yang Xiaoyang glanced up at her, pulled out a smile, and took out the bowl from his arms, "Xiaodi, what should I do with this medicine now?"

Xiao Di looked at the scarlet liquid in the bowl, "This medicine can cure Sister Yeqi?"

Yang Xiaoyang nodded, "It can be cured a little." ”

"Then give it to Sister Nightshade to drink. No, no, this is not against the old grandfather, he said that he wants to give it to his juniors, we can't give it to others. But Zheng Ji is dead, and he can't receive it, so let's give it to Sister Yeqi. No, no, no......"

Yang Xiaoyang looked at Xiao Tu with amusement, thinking about it, and turned in a circle.

He looked down at the bowl, as if he saw Shouyuan who did not violate the Tao, saw his soul, saw his back before he broke up his soul, and saw the sentence he gave himself.

However, when I thought of Ju Ye's big bright eyes and her pale face, I felt tormented in my heart.

"Why don't we ask Sister Nightshade. Xiao Di finally stopped spinning in circles and shook her head and asked.

"No, if she knew how the medicine was made, she would never drink it. ”

"What then?" Xiao Tu flew to the bed, tilted his head against the pillow and frowned in thought.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't respond, turned around and looked out the window, watching the sun set, watching the moon rise, and didn't make a decision until late at night.

Seeing that Xiao Di was already asleep, he smiled slightly, went out lightly, and rushed towards the place where Zheng Ji was buried in the south of the city.

Zheng Ji was buried on a small hill outside the south of the city, and the shadows of the trees on the hill were sparse, and at a glance you could see a tombstone erected on it, and there was darkness next to the monument.

Yang Xiaoyang picked up some dry firewood, lit a fire, and sat by the grave.

took out two pieces of paper money from his arms, threw them into the fire, and smiled, "Zheng Ji, it's not that I'm stingy when I only give you two pieces of paper money, nor is it because you and I don't know each other in my life, I just hope that you can play in the underworld for a few days and go to reincarnation as soon as possible."

But I don't think you will go to great lengths to find a good family, and most likely you will find someone who is free of illness and disaster. Anyway, I don't think you can vote badly anymore, and if you don't vote well, don't complain. Thinking about your life, I guess you can see a lot, at least I think it's okay to survive a little......"

Yang Xiaoyang sat in front of the grave and babbled as if Zheng Ji was his old friend.

When he said that his mouth was dry, he patted his head and took out the small bowl from his arms, "I almost forgot, this is what one of your elders entrusted me to give you, your elder has already feathered, and you can't see him in the underworld." Originally, I thought that you wouldn't need this thing anymore, so I wanted to use it myself, but when I thought that there was the soul of your elder in it, I couldn't give up my heart.

I'm still wondering how good it would be if I was a pure villain, so I wouldn't have to dwell on it for so long.

Now I'm still going to give him to you, I think it's useless for you to drink it now, so I'll burn it for you. You have to go to the underworld to claim it quickly, in case you are corrupted by the imps of the underworld for a long time, it will not be good.

Although you don't need this medicine when you go to the underworld, there is the soul of your elders in it, so it can be regarded as a memory for you. ”

Yang Xiaoyang smiled after speaking, wiped his face, tore off the rune paper attached to the bowl, thought about it, and poured the rune paper into the fire along with the red liquid in the bowl.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the fire that had risen a lot, and chuckled: "When you see that talisman, you should be able to recognize it, otherwise I'm afraid that you will see that liquid like blood, and you don't want to be unlucky, then it will be in vain for me to think about it."

Oh yes, this medicine is called desire.

At first, I thought that this medicine was to cure congenital deficiencies and give you the desire to compete with the sky, so I chose the name Desire. Later, I thought about it, in fact, it is more important for you to have your own desire to fight with yourself, after all, it is up to you whether to fight or not. ”

Yang Xiaoyang saw that the fire had become smaller, and there was no longer a shadow of rune paper and desire in it, so he kicked a handful of earth to extinguish the fire, and patted the cold tombstone, "People always think that they are fighting against the destiny of heaven, but in fact, they don't know that the struggle is their destiny." ”

He let out a long breath, feeling that he was much more relaxed, his thoughts were clearer, and he felt that the moonlight was especially bright tonight.

A spring breeze blew, and Yang Xiaoyang's nose moved and frowned.

He didn't look, he closed his eyes and spread his senses, not feeling that there were people around him.

He smelled two smells just now, one was Xiao Er's, which was not surprising, his house was adjacent to Zheng Ji, and it was normal for him to come and worship.

It's just that there is another smell that Yang Xiaoyang cares about very much, it is a corpse gas.

It's not Zheng Ji's corpse qi, it's a more cold corpse qi, like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

Yang Xiaoyang's eyes widened, remembering what the housekeeper Lao Zhou had said.

Could it be that Xiao Er is the corpse chaser?