082. Digging Graves
The mountain road, where few people come, is dark and damp. In the mud underfoot there are rotten grass leaves and dead branches, and even a lot of bones of unknown animals, scattered around buried in the mud with piles of rotten leaves.
Qingling walked with one step deep and one step shallow. If it was a grand tomb, he could find it by digging a hole. However, Shang Changheng's first two tombs were even simpler than other people's suspected tombs. He had to find them accurately before he could start. But this time Zhu Lezhi did not catch up.
"Why don't you let her come?" Shang Changheng supported Qing Ling with one hand, and grabbed him when he missed a step.
He realized that Qingling had deliberately kept Zhu Lezhi outside.
"Although there are no gold, silver or jewelry buried with the dead in each of your tombs, there are always tomb keepers. Lincang is the Qing family, and Huangshanling is Zuo Baichuan and Wei Qingxia." Qing Ling slipped again, so he paused for a moment, holding Shang Changheng's arms with both hands, and then continued, "I guess there will be some here too. Now that we have the Taizhu's handwritten note, it's the same even without Zhu Lezhi."
After he finished speaking, he laughed again and looked at Shang Changheng, "This feeling is really weird. I still can't get used to it. You are standing in front of me, but we have to go look for your body."
There are people coming and going on every road in this world, and Qingling always seems to walk in the most remote corners of the world, looking for the body of his sweetheart in unknown places.
They are separated by yin and yang.
In the dim light, Qingling couldn't see Shang Changheng's expression clearly, but he felt that he seemed very sad, a kind of sadness and unwillingness that was hard to describe. They both stopped walking, and in the silence between them, Qingling spoke first: "Keep going, you have to destroy your own corpse, this time, it will be the burial of your subordinates."
Then the sound of footsteps was heard again in the empty valley, only one person's.
After a while, Shang Changheng suddenly asked: "Qingling, do you regret it?"
"What do you regret?" Qing Ling asked back.
Shang Changheng pursed his lips and lowered his voice a little, "I regret being with me."
"No." Qing Ling said calmly, "I didn't want to before, but I do now. Why are you asking me this? If I still don't want to, will you let me go?"
"No." Shang Changheng said without hesitation, his tone getting heavier, "Qingling, you are mine, I will not let you go."
"He is overbearing and unreasonable." Qing Ling hit the nail on the head, "Then why are you asking these questions?"
Shang Changheng thought for a moment, then sighed and said, "I'm just... Qingling, I'm just..."
"You just want to know, do I really like you?" Qing Ling tilted his head, "Or do you compromise because you have no other choice?"
Shang Changheng said nothing, indicating his agreement.
This man is really greedy, Qingling thought in his heart. He said, "Of course I like you, Changheng, just like you like me."
Shang Changheng was startled, "But I..."
"I like you because you care if my feet hurt after walking for a long time, and you protect me well when other evil spirits want to hurt me, and because you are Chang Heng in the past and present, whether you were alive or as a ghost." Qing Ling's tone was gentle, but it sounded cold. He walked around the skull of an unknown animal under his feet and continued, "Liking you and not wanting to die with you are two different things. They are not contradictory to each other."
Liking someone is an emotion that is difficult to control, and a desire to always be close to someone, or even... pity and regret for Shang Changheng. When he feels heartbroken for Shang Changheng, in Qingling's opinion, that is love.
Shang Changheng wanted to kill him, so he naturally would not die easily. But now, because of the so-called cause and effect, a very delicate period of peace has appeared between the two of them - at least before the cause and effect is resolved, Shang Changheng will not kill him.
Shang Changheng understood what Qing Ling wanted to say. He choked and laughed, "So if I still want to kill you..."
Qing Ling said lightly, "When you tried to kill me, I stopped liking you, Chang Heng."
He said it calmly and meaninglessly.
Shang Changheng paused for a moment.
Qing Ling acted nonchalant, "Loving someone doesn't have to last forever. I like you one moment, but I don't like you the next. Even as a... ghost, you can't be too greedy. You want my body, my heart, and my will in everything. Why? I'm not your opponent, but it's easy not to like you."
Shang Changheng listened in silence. For some reason, he became even more obsessed with Qingling.
Even if Qingling said that he would dislike him the next moment.
In Shang Changheng's eyes, Qingling was originally just a fragrant orchid that made him want to pick its fragrance. Later... this orchid became a gorgeous and thorny bramble, and he liked it even more, and even wanted to protect every one of its thorns. Now, the brambles are full of clusters of flowers, and he is willing to reach out to hold them, even if he is cut by the thorns and bleeds.
Shang Changheng likes Qing Ling very much, no matter whether he is affectionate or cold.
He chuckled, "Okay then."
Qingling is very open-minded.
Of course he liked Shang Changheng, but he loved himself more. He didn't want to die, not from the beginning.
It was of course a gamble all the way here, to see whether Shang Changheng would give up his intention to kill him because he liked him, or whether he would be more obsessed with having him die for love. If he won the bet, he would continue to like Shang Changheng, and like him even more. If he lost the bet... then he would no longer like him.
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The two walked for a long time. The note said that if they entered by water, there were two places on the solitary peak where they could go ashore. The tomb was chosen on the first mountain road they encountered. After walking about ten miles, they would reach the midpoint of the solitary peak. From this point on, if they dug, Shang Changheng's tomb should be right in the center of the foot of the mountain.
However, the mountains may have shifted and the tombs may have collapsed over the past thousand years, so Qingling couldn't be sure. Fortunately, Shang Changheng wouldn't get tired, so he could just let him look for it himself nearby.
When they almost reached the destination, Qing Ling could no longer stand this gloomy, damp valley with a rotten smell. He sighed deeply and wanted to lean against the cliff, but it was wet. He had to give up and pointed to the ground to Shang Changheng, "You dig it yourself. I... I'll stand there for a while."
Shang Changheng couldn't leave Qingling too far, so Qingling had to follow him. Shang Changheng kissed his cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry for putting you through this."
Qing Ling pushed him and waved his hand, "I hope you have some conscience. Now go and do your work."
It stands to reason that ghosts from the underworld cannot touch things from the human world. Shang Changheng couldn't even taste the food. But when a ghost is too powerful, it can affect things in the human world. The same is true for killing people. The unique yin energy of Shang Changheng spread, and a gray fog rose in the already dim valley.
Shang Changheng took out his long sword again and chopped with a force even more ferocious than Miao Yuan's. The mountain wall collapsed and gravel flew everywhere.
Qingling hid far away and stretched out his hand to gently fiddle with the mist in front of him. Shang Changheng, who was standing not far away, seemed to have sensed something. His mind moved slightly, and a wisp of mist flexibly wrapped around Qingling's fingertips.
The fog was very sticky, entangled, and sticky, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.
Qingling lowered his eyes and looked.
The wisp of mist brushed against his palm, as if scratching it gently, softly and ambiguously.
Qing Ling glanced at Shang Changheng who didn't even turn his head, and he knew in his heart that it was him who did it. If it were usual, he would still have the heart to play these intimate little tricks with Shang Changheng, but this broken valley made Qing Ling really have no mood to talk about love with Shang Changheng. There were damp and rotten dead leaves and mud all over the ground, and there were also the corpses of many large and small beasts and birds. In short, it was not at all like a beautiful scene under the moon and flowers.
He waved his hand to drive away the mist formed by the evil spirit.
But the fog did not stop.
Instead, he rubbed into Qingling's sleeve, clinging to him tightly, rubbing and rubbing him lightly, startling Qingling. He immediately warned in a low voice: "Shang Changheng——"
Shang Changheng, who was trying hard to dig his own grave, paused. After a brief hesitation, he realized that the timing and location were too bad. In the end, he dared not provoke Qing Ling any further. He silently dispersed the mist that had already penetrated into Qing Ling's clothes.
Qing Ling, with a red face, finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly cursed Shang Changheng as a bastard who bullied him regardless of the time and place.
…It’s really too much.
At this moment, by the water.
As Lord Zhao walked back and forth on the deck, Zhu Lezhi, who was on the shore, whispered to Miao Yuan, "Look at him, he really looks like a living person, walking like a real person."
…Why does she care? Miao Yuan didn't quite understand, so he said truthfully: "He didn't remember it at first, but..."
He paused.
Zhu Lezhi quickly raised his hand to signal him not to say more, and lowered his voice even more, "Alright, little master, I know what you want to say. They haven't turned into evil spirits yet. If we send them to the underworld, they can be reincarnated. But why don't you use your compassion on us first? After sending them away, how can we go back? We can't really stay in this godforsaken place for a month. Besides, the flood season is coming. I guess it will be terribly cloudy outside that day. If the water level rises and floods this place, what should we do? Soak for a month?"
Her questions came one after another, and she concluded: "We can turn a living person into a lifeless corpse!"
Miao Yuan thought so too, and besides, this ship was summoned by Qing Ling, so he didn't mention it again.
As soon as he calmed down, Lord Zhao on the boat became anxious. He never left the boat, but urged below: "Hey, you two, what are you doing? You have rested for a while, let's hurry up!"
Zhu Lezhi pressed his swollen head, then raised his face and said with a smile: "Don't be impatient, sir, it's only been a short while, not even an incense stick of time!"
She pointed to the incense burner in front of her and said.
Lord Zhao took a look and became less impatient. He nodded and said, "Okay."
Zhu Lezhi also breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the incense burner with faint white smoke.
In fact, the soul-soothing incense in there has been changed several times, but the ghosts just like this kind of incense. In addition, these ghosts have been dead for some years and most of them are unconscious, so Zhu Lezhi can fool them by sticking one after another. .
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