The fog is heavy in the middle of the night, there is no birdsong in the deep mountains, a silent dead silence, the faint and ethereal smoke slowly swirls and rises in the forest, like ghost smoke, the sound of the water flowing in the mountain stream and waterfall is particularly ethereal and significant in the silence, the water curtain runs through and droops into the stream, the sound is no longer pleasant, but a little miserable and hoarse, like the sound of ghost crying.

In the bamboo hut deep in the bamboo forest, the strong smell of blood is almost disgusting, and under the dim candlelight, what a human tragedy.

Gong Qianzhu lay stiffly on the ground, her whole body convulsed and spasmed, her hands covered her eyes, the sticky and thick blood flowed out from between her pale fingers, she was trembling all over, she was so painful that she couldn't cry out, she could only make a hoarse slight whimper in her throat, and her white dress was stained with blood, like a large area of blooming Manzhu Sahua.

She didn't understand...... Why......

Back then, she had witnessed the pain of other people's gouging out of their eyes, Li Junyan in Qianjiang and Jiangcheng a hundred years ago, and Showa in the Underworld Charm Palace, they only felt heartache at that time, and their hearts hurt that they were infatuated with love, and finally they were killed like that.

Now it was her turn, she never knew that the pain they endured back then was a pain that ordinary people could not bear, and it was a hundred times more painful than ten thousand arrows piercing the heart......

She was convulsing and crying, there were no more tears, viscous blood gushed out of the hollow eye sockets crazily, the whole face looked bloodstained and terrible, she moved her stiff and pale fingers, trying to grab the cold light blue coat in her memory, but the world had long since turned off the lights, and it was pitch black in front of her.

Then she knew that they would never go back to the past in this life.

The cold figure standing with her back to her with her hands under the peach blossoms flying in the sky, she could no longer follow his footsteps in her life, and she could not even see his appearance again.

But she was afraid, afraid that he would forget his appearance after too long, afraid that he would slowly forget what he used to be beautiful, but what to do...... She has nothing left, and there is nothing left to exchange happiness with the heavens.

She cried so hard that she trembled violently, she covered her bleeding eyes, trying to stay away from him, afraid that he would see her ugly appearance, but she was already weak, not to mention moving her body, it was difficult to even move her hands or say a word.

But how can she be reconciled? She hasn't had time to tell him the secret that has been hidden in her heart for ten years, and she still has so many wishes that have not been fulfilled, she ...... I want to call him Master again, even if it's just once.

Mo Zili stood in front of her and looked at her in a daze, as if his soul had been withdrawn from his body, he raised his hand in a daze, his pale palm was stained with her blood, and he was shockingly red, and suddenly he was dizzy in front of him, and he stood unsteadily holding on to the table.

...... What did he do?

Lying quietly in the hand are the two bloody beads, white as snow, black as black jade, in the body soon after the automatic merger into one, suddenly the room is full of light, Nuwa stone rotates and rises, suspended above the palm, rotating and bathed in golden light, that is a rare stone, the whole body is white, the jade is flawless, faintly there is a colorful holy light flowing around the stone, dazzling white light bursts out from the stone, the whole bamboo house is glowing, almost illuminating this night.

After a long time, the light dissipated, and Nuwa Shi withdrew the holy light and fell back into his palm, burning like fire, burning him to the bone until he was numb to the pain.

Gong Qianzhu had already fainted in the holy light emitted by the Nuwa Stone, and the holy light stopped the bleeding for her, and she lay quietly in a pool of blood and fell asleep, like a dead corpse.

Mo Zili was suffocated again, the pain was almost speechless, put away the Nuwa stone, carefully picked her up and put her on the couch in a pool of blood, and brought hot water to wipe off the blood on her face, her face was almost miserable when she passed out under the candlelight, and there was no trace of blood on her face, but even so, the outline was still soft and beautiful, and she was as quiet as a dead corpse, even a hundred times more beautiful than before.

Maybe it's pain, or maybe it's the despair of being completely dead, so she has a kind of desperate beauty that is on the verge of death.

Mo Zili paused slightly from the hand holding the towel, and also found something unusual, she was obviously not so beautiful just now, but only the moment he took off her eyes, it was almost thrillingly beautiful, less than before, a little less human breath, like a fairy outside the fairy, obviously the person was in front of him, but it seemed to be separated from the distance of thousands of rivers and mountains, far away like the Nine Heavens God and Buddha.

He was silent for a long time, got up and put the towel in the basin, carefully covered the quilt for her, waved his sleeves and turned off the light, and walked out of the door softly.

Maybe he couldn't understand his feelings for her in his life, whether it was regret or something else, but the moment he turned to leave, something that had been beating in his body for nearly a thousand years suddenly died and frozen.