A white hand stretched out towards her, Zhong Qianluo put it on her hand, and stood up with the help of his strength, his whole body exuded a fishy smell, and he felt disgusting.

Looking up, Zhong Qianluo didn't feel strange, but said hello easily. Qian Zhuo withdrew her hand in surprise and looked away, if it weren't for the Pavilion Master's order, she wouldn't want to leave Zhong Qianluo alone on Bishan, but now that she saw that it was okay, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Zhishuo also felt bored, and volleyed out a palm, hitting Nuo Kite's left shoulder. She retreated in pain, covering her shoulders, and the cinnabar in her eyebrows became more and more red. When he came back to his senses, Ye Zhishuo saw the wet Zhong Qianluo, hurriedly walked over, stared for a moment, raised his hand to remove the hair stuck to her face, and moved his Adam's apple, but he didn't say anything.

A strange smile melted on Qianzhuo's lips, and then flew towards Nuo Kite, bringing a gust of cold wind. I am secretly happy in my heart, there is nowhere to find it when I step on the iron shoes, and the business of exchanging my life for my soul depends on you.

Nuo Kite was injured, and couldn't resist Qianzhuo's fierce moves, and retreated step by step, always at a disadvantage. At this moment, a thin layer of mist slowly rose from the surface of the water, enveloping the entire waterhole, and the rancid smell in the air became stronger and stronger, almost suffocating. The two who were fighting endlessly on the side also stopped what they were doing and ran over together.

A huge whirlpool loomed in the water, calling them like a devil. Qianzhuo struggled to shoot out a palm, wanting to knock the Nuo Kite into the water, but who expected that the Nuo Kite would take the first step, a reflex, the spell was sacrificed, and the purple light restrained the Qianzhuo straight into the water. Who knew that Zhong Qianluo rushed out with a strong step, and pushed Qianzhuo away with a palm, but he fell backwards due to the huge impact and was involved in the whirlpool. Ye Zhishuo rushed forward quickly, but the moment he touched the water, he was bounced away without warning, and retreated to the shore in a few steps, almost unable to stand on his feet.

Qianzhuo stood in place, dazed. I wanted to push the kite to enter the ghost jade mound, exchange his life for his soul, and bring the soul of the pavilion master back to hand over the errand, but who expected that the last person to go in was actually the person who the pavilion master had confessed to protect his life. Nuo Kite looked at the fog that was gradually dissipating and laughed, and the bell on her waist also jingled, "Hahaha, Fei Ming's father is coming back, he will thank me!"

Ye Zhishuo turned his head sideways, the edge in his eyes was revealed, he wanted to kill this woman who caused trouble, but he immediately calmed down, the most important thing at this moment is how to break through the barrier on the water surface to save Zhong Qianluo. The calm water surface has disappeared from the whirlpool, and it seems that the legend that the Ghost Jade Tomb only enters one person at a time is true.

......

The light in front of him was very strong, Zhong Qianluo covered it with his hand, and slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, she was lying on the bed, changing into clean clothes, and a child was lying on the side of the bed looking at her.

She shook her head, trying to sober herself up. The boy climbed into bed and touched her head with his fleshy little hands, and said in a milky voice, "Sister, why are you in my pond?"

"......" Zhong Qianluo shook his head, unfamiliar with everything around him.

"Sister, are you a fairy?" he tilted his head up, blinking wide-eyed and expectant.

"I ......" Zhong Qianluo didn't know how to answer for a while, and seeing his eager appearance, a "no" choked in his throat.

"Will you raise the dead?" He was getting more and more excited.

“...... Hah, resurrection?" She was a little confused, how could resurrection be possible? Immortals can't do this, let alone people.

He pounced suddenly, his fleshy face falling close to Zhong Qian, and smacking on her face, leaving sticky saliva. Before he could react, he grabbed Zhong Qianluo's hand and ran out of the door.

Half-bent over, she followed him all the way, through the cobwebbed corridors, through the overgrown gardens, through the mottled rusty iron gates, and stopped under a pear tree. The child panted and ran over and hugged the tree, smiling, "Mother, I found the fairy, she can get Daddy back!"

Out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew, and the pear blossoms on the trees fell like an overwhelming snow, instantly covering the wild grass everywhere. The child's laughter was gone for a moment, replaced by a heart-rending cry, "Mother, don't, don't!" The wind howled, and his voice became smaller and smaller, as if drowned out.

Zhong Qianluo walked over quickly, wanting to comfort him, but the moment he touched him, the boy's body also turned into flying pear blossoms and melted into the wind.

Suddenly there was a strange singing voice behind him, looking for prestige, only to see a person standing by the pool not far away, dressed in a plain white costume, embroidered on the top, also pear blossoms, only a few shallow, it is full of charm. The woman painted heavy makeup, tapped her toes, orchids wrapped her fingers, babbling and singing something, listening carefully, it seemed to be a song that was not handed down, "Pear blossoms bloom, pear blossoms bloom, Xiaoyuan spring goes to autumn and comes again, the pavilion is vaguely there, the pear blossoms fall, the pear blossoms fall, the husband's soul is scattered and the concubine dies, and the jade is not left to mourn." In the midst of lingering sorrow, the grievances are even worse.

The woman turned her head and beckoned to Zhong Qianluo, with her sleeves and graceful posture, with a warm smile on her face and her eyes. Before she could reach the front, she jumped and sank to the bottom of the water, and only a pear blossom floated on the water, which she used as a hairpin before she jumped down, and now it was gently rippling with the waves.

Zhong Qianluo wanted to save her, but suddenly realized something. The breeze was warm, the sun was warm, and there was silence all around, strangely calm. There was not a single subordinate in the huge mansion, and the road just walked was not right, and the dilapidated mansion seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. Putting these aside, she clearly remembered that it was close to Zhongyuan, and it stands to reason that there shouldn't be pear blossoms, but ......

Her jade fingers moved lightly, and the pear blossoms floating on the water flew into her hands, as if, where had she seen it, so familiar...... That's right!

She trotted all the way back to the room she woke up to and slammed the door open, unbelievable to her. As the heavy wooden door opened, the dust fell, and she couldn't help coughing. The room that had just been neatly furnished was now only a table in the middle of the house. The room was full of dust, and in the dim light, she saw that what was on the table was actually two spiritual statues!

The handwriting on it was blurred and illegible, and there were no offerings on the table, only a few scattered pear blossom petals, which looked fresh and dewy. There were footsteps hurrying behind him, and Zhong Qianluo quickly chased after him.

The figure flashed around the corner and entered a strange room, the reason why it is strange is because there is a plaque on the door frame with two large characters written in blood on it, "Medical Hall". Zhong Qianluo pushed open the door without hesitation, and his eyes widened instantly. There was nothing else in the room, only several corpses hanging from the beams, dead and pale, swaying rhythmically in the air, as if welcoming the reckless intruder.

The strong rancid smell forced her to leave, all of this seemed to be chaotic, but there was some inevitable connection in the dark, Zhong Qianluo only felt that his chest was stuffy, and something was clogged in a panic.

The babbling of the song came to the ears clearly, the same tune, the same weird voice. She saw the woman again under the pear tree, this time with a man next to her. She snuggled into the man's arms and said gently, "Xianggong, we are going to have our own children." The man didn't speak, just hugged her tightly, and his other hand caressed her bulging lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the man turned his head to look at Zhong Qianluo, a deathly silence, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't make a sound, and he could vaguely see that he seemed to be repeating two words - go quickly!

But it was too late, behind Zhong Qianluo, I don't know when a person was already standing, with a cold face, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at her faintly.

Zhong Qianluo's lips trembled, and he slowly spit out a few words, "Why...... Is that you?"

The person in front of her didn't answer her words, pulled out a knife, and sneered as he approached, looking impatient. She stepped back, shaking her head all the time, and there was no panic in her eyes. He raised his knife and stabbed it straight down. Zhong Qianluo gritted his teeth, waved his sleeves, and released a few pieces of white yarn from his sleeves, tightly binding the person in front of him.

With a wave of his backhand, several sharp blades appeared out of thin air, flashing with cold light and flying towards Zhong Qianluo. Before she could reach her, the knives were all stabbed into the body of another person.

Zhong Qianluo loosened the white veil that bound him, and watched the man in front of him fall, and he rushed from under the tree, blocking the knives, those ...... A knife from his own son.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, struggling to support his body, the heir of Gu Yu, even if he died, would be in a majestic posture, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Fei Ming, stop it, the reincarnation of heaven and earth, this is a fixed number." Blood ran down his body and accumulated on the ground like a red flower.

"No, my mother loves you so much, she's waiting for you!" Bai Feiming's eyes sank, the coldness in his eyes receded, he threw away the knife in his hand, rushed up, knelt in front of the man, held his shoulder, and burst into tears. The man didn't seem to have the strength to speak anymore, with tears in his eyes, he looked at Bai Feiming quietly, swallowed his last breath, and the helplessness in his eyes disappeared the moment he closed his eyes. There is still a lot to say, but there is no need to say more.

Bai Feiming's shoulders trembled, sobbing lowly, and a tear broke out on the ground. Zhong Qianluo has never seen him like this, just like a child, thin, lonely and sad.

She wanted to hug him gently and give him even a little comfort, but everything in front of her suddenly dissipated, and the blood stains on the ground and the pear blossoms in the garden were gone......

Is this a dream? No, all the pain is real, his coldness, his sadness, his heartbreak, it's all real.

The saddest thing in the world is not the reincarnation of cause and effect, and the destiny of heaven is difficult to violate, but the unscrupulous change of life against the sky, taking all the bargaining chips, and finally ending up in a catastrophe from which it will never be recovered.

Ancient jade is in the same vein, the son is born and the father dies, it has been like this since ancient times, but Bai Feiming is the only one who is obsessed with this, since he was born, he has watched his lovesick mother become more and more depressed, and finally to the point where he is bent on death, and the fragrance disappears. He is the master of Chijin Pavilion, and what he wants is just a family reunion, but his birth is destined for such a tragedy.

How many ghosts walk on the streets at night, he is also like a ghost, looking around, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will never give up. But now, even the last hope is gone, and my father's soul can never come back.

In the blurry illusion built by the ghost jade mound, it is the past, the present, and the future, but he would never have thought that the father he had been looking for died in the illusion, under his own knife.

We started the era of the flood and saved the catastrophe of the universe, but why did we live as the most miserable person and change our lives against the sky? That is the matter of the Six Realms. And whose heaven do we go against and whose life do we change?