058. A grain of sand
“No!”
Miao Yuan shouted loudly and hurried down the stairs, followed closely by Zhu Lezhi.
"No, his life span has not yet ended." Miao Yuan said urgently, "If it was a ghost who hurt someone, you can do whatever you want, but not this person. Killing him is to enforce justice, but he must not die at the hands of a ghost. There is no cause and effect between you and him. If you kill him, you will hurt yourself!"
Miao Yuan was a man who was always decisive in killing people and attached great importance to the order of heaven and earth. Naturally, he didn't care about the life and death of Song Cheng and his ilk. However, in his eyes, Shang Changheng still had a chance to be reincarnated. He followed him all the time, firstly because he was afraid that he would become violent and hurt innocent people, and secondly, he was worried that he would hurt others and himself.
"Yes, you are a ghost that is not allowed here." Zhu Lezhi quickly agreed, "We, the Yinxing people, should clean up this scum ourselves. If you interfere, once you are involved in the cause and effect, the consequences will be disastrous."
Song Cheng and the jackal demon looked at each other and saw the gleam in each other's eyes.
The evil spirits can't do anything, so what can these two youngsters do to them!
I hadn't thought of it before. After all, no one knew that a ghost with such a strong evil spirit could abide by the rules of heaven and earth. Now I know. In a flash, the man and the monster rushed out and fled out the door.
No one stopped him.
Zhou Zizhong was anxious, "Everyone..."
The words haven’t been finished yet.
In the blink of an eye, two people ran in from the door again.
When they saw each other, they were suddenly stunned, the monster's hair stood on end, and the human's face turned pale.
Shang Changheng sneered: "Since you can't kill people, then the monster will do."
He clenched his fingers and grasped a long black sword condensed from evil energy, which was very similar to the long-handled sword he had used when he was alive. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared on the spot, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared next to the jackal monster.
The jackal demon felt a sudden chill beside him, so he ducked and fled, suddenly burrowing into the ground.
"You can also use shield techniques." Zhu Lezhi was surprised.
"The people who raised him will." Miao Yuan frowned, "How could Yuzhou become like this?"
Before Zhu Lezhi could answer, his expression suddenly turned horrified, and he suddenly rushed out, calling out loudly: "Qing Ling!!"
It was Song Cheng who was approaching Qing Ling who looked the weakest. He knew very well that he might be in great danger today, so he wanted to make a last-ditch effort.
The moment Zhu Lezhi's whip wrapped around Song Cheng's ankle, Shang Changheng's long sword also whistled down. Originally, Song Cheng could have grabbed Qing Ling's neck, but Qing Ling was not dead and could not move. He took a step back, just one step away, and Song Cheng was pulled to the ground in a mess by the whip. The blade slashed into the ground along his fingertips, and the splashing wind and dust hit his face.
Miaoyuan had her back to Qingling just now, so she was a moment slow to react. The outcome of this sneak attack was already decided. At the other end, at the door, a pitch-black chain went deep into the ground, as if it was tied to something and as tight as a bowstring. The other end of the chain was held in the palm of Shang Changheng.
He held the knife in one hand and chopped at Song Cheng's hand, and with the other hand he tightly grasped the chain and pulled it hard, and the jackal monster hiding underground was dragged out.
But Shang Changheng ignored the jackal monster behind him, and just stared at Song Cheng sinisterly. His eyes were as cold as icy wind blades. His murderous intent was so obvious that it seemed that the knife formed by the yin energy would chop Song Cheng's soul into pieces in the next second.
An enraged evil spirit is more terrifying than a wild beast.
If he loses control of himself, no one here will be able to leave alive.
Zhu Lezhi's hands holding the whip broke out in sweat, but he didn't dare to move, and didn't even dare to say a word of advice.
"Changheng." Qingling walked around the knife and walked to Shang Changheng. He was also a little scared, not because of Song Cheng, but because of Shang Changheng. He reached out and held Shang Changheng's hand holding the knife, and shook his head at him, "Leave him... to the people in the underworld to deal with it themselves."
Shang Changheng turned his head, his eyes filled with coldness, and said nothing.
Qing Ling squeezed his hand hard and whispered, "Because he missed his reincarnation. It's not worth it."
Shang Changheng looked at him deeply, and the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into black mist and dissipated. He also withdrew his hand, and said as he turned around: "It's not because of him."
Qingling was slightly startled.
He was afraid of Shang Changheng and hated him for threatening and forcing him. However, after Yu Bo passed away, although A Yuan was honest and kind, the two of them were not really close.
It has been a long time since anyone cared about him like this.
He was born a pawn of the Qing family. The day he was forced to have a caesarean section to take out his baby had determined his fate. From then on, he had no control over anything and no one cared about his life, so Qing Ling stubbornly wanted to live.
But the one who protected him time and time again was actually an evil spirit who always wanted to kill him. How absurd the world is.
Shang Changheng grabbed the chain and caught the fleeing jackal demon back. He looked down at him and said coldly, "Don't you know how to cook Yin dishes? Make one for me to see. If I am satisfied, I will spare your life."
The half-human, half-beast face of the jackal demon was very strange. Because of fear, it was twisted into an even more bizarre expression. He trembled and said, "You...you swear by the law of heaven that you will not kill me as long as I do it. I don't believe you."
"Swear?" Shang Changheng sneered, his eyes stern.
The chain around the jackal's neck suddenly tightened.
"Either do it now." Shang Changheng said coldly, "Or die now. Make your choice."
Chai Yao's face became even more distorted. He struggled twice, thrashing around like a dying fish for a long time before he begged for mercy with difficulty: "I... did it...! Please... spare my life!"
The chain suddenly loosened.
Shang Changheng's gaze shifted again.
Zhu Lezhi Miaoyuan, who was swept by the eyes, immediately understood that the two men started to attack Song Cheng without hesitation. He was the only ingredient left for Shang Changheng to cook. No matter how high Song Cheng's cultivation was and how fierce he was, he was just a corpse retriever. His skills could only be used to deal with water ghosts. If he met a slightly powerful water ghost, he had to take a detour.
With his ankles restrained by a whip and a young monk who specialized in physical training, Song Cheng had only struggled a few times before Miao Yuan smashed his head with a palm. Zhu Lezhi then slapped a talisman on his head to temporarily seal his soul.
The two of them looked at the Chai Yao at the same time.
Miaoyuan lowered his brows and chanted the Buddha's name. He looked compassionate, as if he was not the one who had just beaten the man to death.
Zhu Lezhi was straightforward and raised his chin to the jackal demon, "Get to work."
The jackal demon had no choice but to drag Song Cheng's body into the backyard with Shang Changheng's chain still tied around his neck.
Soon, strange muttering and chanting sounds, as well as the sound of knives and axes chopping flesh and bones, were heard from the backyard, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
Zhou Zizhong, who was already a ghost, couldn't help but shudder. Compared with wild animals, humans have more complex and rich emotions and thoughts. They learn rules and etiquette to suppress inappropriate desires. Frying, stir-frying, and deep-frying the corpses of their own kind and then eating them is something that even a person with a blood feud might not be able to do.
"Hey, there's still one left." Zhu Lezhi walked towards Zhou Zizhong while rolling the whip, "Your revenge has been avenged, let's go."
Zhou Zizhong fell silent. How could one live without regrets and die peacefully? He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself. In the end, he just leaned over and saluted everyone.
"Zhou Zizhong, farewell to everyone."
He listened to the Sutra of Rebirth while walking on the road to the underworld, feeling very vague.
He had no relatives during his lifetime and was left alone on the road after his death. There is no Zhou Zizhong in this world anymore.
Perhaps in another thousand years, no one will know that a small, newly appointed county magistrate died in such a small inn because of a major case. The three words "Zhou Zizhong" will be too insignificant in the history books and may not even be recorded.
In this vast world and over the long years, everyone is just a drop in the ocean.
Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan originally wanted to go and collect their bodies, but when they thought about what was going on in the backyard, they felt sick to their stomachs. So no one went and they each went upstairs to clean up a room and rest.
Qing Ling looked at Shang Changheng who was standing by the window. He pushed the window open and wind blew in, but Shang Changheng's clothes and hair did not move. He looked like a pool of stagnant water.
He seemed to have changed a little, or maybe he remembered more. In short, ever since arriving at the border of Yuzhou, Qingling had vaguely discovered that Shang Changheng often looked at the mountains and rivers in silence like this.
The death of Grand Marshal Wei Shanfu in the Battle of Xidi made Shang Changheng famous.
But now he stands here, the mountains and rivers have changed, and the old friends are no longer to be found.
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In the second half of the night, Qingling also found a room on the second floor. Blood stains could occasionally be seen in the guest room, so he lay down on the couch with his clothes on to rest.
Although he was tired from the journey, he did not sleep deeply. His mind was in a mess, thinking about Shang Changheng and the ancient Zhou Dynasty. He slept lightly and had many dreams.
In the dream, there was a wasteland. Qingling was walking alone. It seemed that there was no road and he didn't know where the front was. He walked alone in the wasteland for an unknown period of time.
I don’t know where to go or what to do, I just walk aimlessly like this.
Suddenly, he saw an ancient city that was still mostly buried in yellow sand. The city walls were no longer majestic and solemn, but dilapidated and depressed. The city gate was also in tatters, but a blood-stained flag was flying on it.
The flag fluttering in the wind has a dark ink background and golden characters, which form a large "Zhou" character.
This is an ancient city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even the plaque is gone.
Qingling raised his head, expecting to see a general in armor and holding a spear, but standing on the city wall was Shang Changheng, who was wearing a round-necked robe and a hair tie, handsome and with a loving smile on his face.
For a moment he couldn't tell which Shang Changheng this was.
Shang Changheng stood high on the city wall, like a black bird that fell with the Great Zhou. He put his hands behind his back and called out, "Qingling."
The voice was gentle and free and easy.
At least Qingling had never heard Shang Changheng speak to him in such a pure and gentle voice and tone.
"My long-cherished wish has come true." Shang Changheng said with a smile, "It's time to go."
"Okay then." Qing Ling thought for a moment and said, "Take care on your journey."
Shang Changheng still smiled at him, "Why do you look unhappy? Haven't you been looking forward to this day?"
Qingling couldn't say.
He was looking forward to the day when everything would be over and he could live his life in peace and tranquility.
But my eyes felt inexplicably sore, and even my heart was bitter.
"Will you miss me too?"
Shang Changheng's voice sounded very ethereal, like quicksand that could not be grasped, or floating clouds that could not be held.
Will it?
Qingling asked himself.
Will he also be reluctant to part with Shang Changheng?
"I... Changheng..."
The wind suddenly blew up, yellow sand filled the sky, and Shang Changheng's figure became blurred. Qing Ling wanted to say something to him eagerly, but his mind was blank.
"Qingling? Qingling."
In a trance, he heard a very gentle voice in his ear, which said, "I am here."
Qingling opened his eyes and saw Shang Changheng standing nearby.
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