In the bright ward, Su Ye silently held a knife and stared at the dark night outside the window. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As if nothing had happened, Mo Yunfei fell asleep soundly on the bed, his chest rising and falling slightly. Xiao Xiangyi was lying on the other bed, her long eyelashes falling on her arms, as beautiful as a painting.

Ning Lang looked at Su Ye's back, all the panic and fear before erupted, she leaned against the door frame and cried bitterly: "Su Ye, why did you come?!"

Didn't you say that as long as I shouted, you would definitely come? Why did you come here now? Don't you immortals care about promises?

Ning Lang's painful voice echoed in Su Ye's ears, his body stiffened, and he couldn't say a word.

The nurses stepped forward to help Ning Lang, her right hand was scarred and bleeding a lot, and her life would be in danger if she didn't bandage it.

Ning Lang struggled hard, grabbed the door frame and refused to leave, and shouted at Su Ye's back: "Where is Uncle Mo?

Even after witnessing the old peasant's soul scattering, she still believed that Su Ye had a way to save him. The Night Wandering God is also an immortal, doesn't the immortal come back to life? Su Ye, you are so powerful, why can't I see Uncle Mo's shadow? Is he invisible?

The nurses' eyes exchanged with each other, and their eyes looked at Ning Lang with a little more sympathy. She was clearly hallucinating due to excessive blood loss and had to be treated as soon as possible.

"He's dead. Su Ye said lightly: "I can't save it." ”

Ning Lang's brain went blank, was he really dead?

The nurses easily pulled her away and took her to the medical room for emergency treatment. Along the way, Ning Lang was in a trance, even if the alcohol wiped the wound and the hot stinging pain hit the nerves, she didn't react.

This was the first time Ning Lang had seen his soul die, like a drop of water falling on a piece of paper, silently dissipating between heaven and earth. He could have survived, but after losing the divine power seed, the ghost car didn't look at the old farmer at all. But he was still dead, desperately blocking the pace of the ghost car until his soul was gone.

For some reason, she remembered that more than ten years ago, before the Ning Lang family moved to Nanjing, she was in primary school in the countryside. Grandpa had a walk-behind tractor, which was usually used to plow and pump water, but the walk-behind tractor was unbalanced in front and back, and the nose often fell to the ground, and the seat in the back was raised high. Therefore, when pumping water, it is common for people to press stones on the seat to prevent the car from overturning.

Ning Lang was only five or six years old at the time, and it was the most naughty time. Grandpa was watering the budding grain in the field by the river, and when she ran to deliver food, she accidentally found that the tractor had been vibrating, and there was no one sitting on it, so Ning Lang secretly climbed up and imitated grandpa driving. Soon she lost interest in the tractor that couldn't run, and decided to shake the long lever to fill the "king" gear.

She only shook it twice, and the lever got stuck in a groove and couldn't move. The tractor let out a low roar like a yak, rumbling through the water pipes and rushing towards the river below. Ning Lang was so frightened that he cried, his grandfather ran out of the field, and an old farmer in his sixties actually crossed the three-meter-wide ditch in one step, grabbed the back seat of the tractor, and pulled the machine on the downhill road, forcing it to turn off!

At that time, the grandfather was so similar to the old farmer.

Ning Lang's heart ached sharply, and tears flowed well. Her grandfather had been dead for six years, and when she first saw the old farmer, she liked him from the bottom of her heart. His cloth clothes and straw hat, rustic words and deeds, and his simple and stubborn personality all made her feel the warmth of her ancestors. Ning Lang didn't want him to die, why couldn't even Su Ye do anything?

"Why can't I save my soul if I am gone?" Ning Lang's eyes blurred with tears, "I don't believe it! One day, I will find a way to survive even if I die for 10,000 years!!"

......

The ward was silent, and Su Ye stood motionless.

He remembered that one hundred and sixty years ago, Boss Mo, who died tragically, died because his family was ruined, and there was only one single seedling left, kneeling in front of the Wubai Temple to beg the land lord to protect his descendants. After Su Ye heard about this, he personally found the land of Wubai Temple and suggested that he use this soul as a container to inherit divine power. In case of unfortunate death, at least the inheritance of Wubai Temple is still there. And as a container, Boss Mo can also personally protect his descendants, killing two birds with one stone.

He still remembered that when he told Boss Mo that you would never be reborn by refining the machine spirit, he actually cried with joy, saying that as long as he could be with his family and bless them with smooth sailing, he could become anything.

This nearly two-hundred-year-old Ping An Locking Instrument Spirit died like this. Su Ye was a little lost, and the memory in his mind was missing a witness.

The figure of Dire appeared beside him, he looked at Su Ye's hand, and said softly, "Next time let me fight, you should rest." ”

Su Ye was stunned, and then he looked down, and his right hand on the knife was trembling.

How can you not feel it? Are you tired to the point of being so tired?!

Su Ye's heart set off a huge wave, but his expression was calm: "No, I can still fight." ”

Dire sneered, "How do you fight?" your first sword after appearing has at least sixteen flaws, all of which rely on brute force to slash the Nine-Bladed Killing Technique. If it weren't for that ghost car, you wouldn't have been able to use a second knife!"

Su Ye said lightly: "It will be much better in the future, I'm too tired tonight." ”

Tired? Is it just because I'm tired? Dire couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "Su Ye, I've been with you for 800 years, a whole 800 years! I've never seen such a bad knife technique as tonight! I slashed twice in a row, and let that ghost car run away!"

There was a huge anger suppressed in his voice: "If it weren't for me to make up for the third knife and let that ghost car be destroyed, do you know what this world will become tomorrow?

Su Ye suddenly clenched the hilt of the knife, his hand trembled more and more, Dire looked at his shaking hand, shook his head in despair and said, "You can't fight anymore, Su Ye, retreat, don't care about the Kyushu Barrier." If we continue like this, we will be exposed one day, and then we will be dead!"

Su Ye stared at the night scene outside the window, and said with a slight smile: "Dire, look outside, how beautiful it is." "On the night when the lights are bright, countless people roam the streets, they chat, drink, play and play, and enjoy the peace and happiness of the night market. Dire looked out in a daze, his heart was sour, he had been with Su Ye for eight hundred years, and Dire knew what he meant.

The Heavenly Court Immortals left seven hundred years ago, and the remaining Earth Immortals died eighty years ago, and the Kyushu Barrier was wiped out, and demons were rampant for half a century. If Su Ye didn't dominate the formation, the Kyushu Barrier would collapse again. Without the defense and suppression of the enchantment, those demons and monsters who have been suppressed and blocked will directly rush into the human world, using demonic powers to act recklessly, and all order will be destroyed.

"It's been almost thirty years. Dire whispered, "I don't care if I have been sleeping for thirty years, but how long can you last?"

Su Ye's hand clenched the long knife so that he wouldn't tremble again.

Dire asked him how long he could last.

Su Ye closed his eyes and said, "Rest until you die." ”