I give up!
The Yanshi was yelling like a mad dog.
It seemed that as long as he brought Qin Shu into the picture and muddied the waters, Fang Xingfei's attention could be diverted away from him.
Lu Xiyun's face turned pale, as if he was stimulated by something he recalled. The young man's chest heaved violently, and even his breathing became disordered.
Fang Xingfei's eyes darkened. He glanced at Lu Xiyun and then at Yanshi lying on the ground.
He was sure that the two men were talking about something he didn't know.
Fang Xingfei simply took action himself. He used magic within magic to probe directly into Lu Xiyun's sea of consciousness.
The divine consciousness pulls and the light of the sky converges.
The scene before my eyes is no longer the same as before. The towering city gate is full of devastation.
That was not the Silver Hub he was familiar with, but a dead city.
The city gates were wide open, and there was a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, and no sound of life for thousands of miles.
Corpses were piled up in layers, blood was flowing on the ground, and every step taken was covered in congealed dark red.
He raised his eyes and saw Xie Lingyan.
Several blades pierced his body and blood flowed from a great height. The third son of his family was nailed to the city wall with a random knife.
Fang Xingfei suddenly stopped, his throat choked, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.
For a moment, he almost forgot that this was just an illusion that existed only in Lu Xiyun's sea of consciousness.
Fang Xingfei struggled out of this terrifying illusion, feeling his blood boiling in his chest and rage surging.
He stepped on the Yanshi's face and almost yelled, "Damn it—who did this?!!"
The Master Yan looked at Fang Xingfei's bloodshot pupils and was so frightened that his teeth chattered and he couldn't utter a word.
Fang Xingfei cursed and turned around to question Lu Xiyun: "What the hell is this——"
Before he could finish his words, he paused.
The young man knelt on the ground, his face as pale as paper. Lu Xiyun couldn't stop shaking all over. He seemed to be unable to breathe, and it seemed that he was affected by the forced reading of his sea of consciousness.
Fang Xingfei was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and half-knelt down: "Hey, hey—are you okay?!"
He calmed down a bit. It was just a dream, why should he take it seriously? He came in to rescue someone, but ended up getting Lu Xiyun involved. The Third Brother was the one who could really eat him.
Fang Xingfei patted the fearful young man on the back and whispered, "Calm down, this is all fake. Yinshu City is still fine, and the third brother didn't die like this."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Lu Xiyun shaking even more violently.
Fang Xingfei paused for a moment, and he vaguely realized that for Lu Xiyun, who was seeing this illusion, all of this might have actually happened in reality.
Just when Fang Xingfei was feeling at a loss, he saw Qin Shu and his men hurriedly coming in from outside.
Seeing Lu Xiyun's appearance, Qin Shu's face changed and he stepped forward quickly.
He knelt down, one hand extended to the other's shoulder, and his tone was unusually urgent: "What's wrong with you? Has your injury relapsed? Where does it feel uncomfortable-"
The hand on his shoulder hadn't even touched him when Lu Xiyun suddenly pulled it away.
The young man looked at himself in confusion, and then looked at Qin Shu in confusion.
"Qin Shu...the battle at Xixia...how did I survive?"
Lu Xiyun's voice was so light that he seemed to be talking to himself. He was clearly asking Qin Shu, but it seemed that he already had the answer.
In that battle, his Qi Sea was completely destroyed.
The sky was filled with blood, staining half of the setting sun. As the fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, he vaguely saw the pale figure coming towards him, holding a pot of new brew and throwing it into the air.
But he had no strength left to even raise his hand to take "this pot of wine".
He didn't move, letting the porcelain pot fall to the ground and turn into a sigh.
——He should have gone to look for Brother Xie.
He clearly knew it.
But in the end, he didn't take that step.
On the road ahead, there was a shadowy figure beside Brother Xie; looking back, that person was alone.
So he gritted his teeth, swallowed his anger, and staggered towards the lone figure.
It seemed as if his fate had already been determined, and someone pulled him back from the brink of death.
He managed to survive.
He later asked Qin Shu about this and got a nonchalant response: You are lucky.
He believed it.
Qin Shu's expression remained calm; this was just a minor reaction.
But that reaction was as if he was at a loss as to what to do after being hit by this sudden question.
He knew Qin Shu too well...
Lu Xiyun looked at Qin Shu in disbelief.
The young man gritted his teeth and said, "Is what he said true?"
His voice began to tremble: "How many people have you killed?"
Qin Shu seemed to have come to his senses. He flatly denied it: "Xiyun, don't overthink it. It's not true."
Lu Xiyun stood there in a daze. That familiar tone of voice, which had comforted him more than once, now made him feel cold in his heart.
Lu Xiyun had heard Qin Shu's solemn promises for many years, and he had believed them for many years.
Over the years, he had believed such promises countless times and put his life and death on the line.
He had always known that Qin Shu would hide the truth from him, and he even condoned the deception.
Some things don't need to be said - because he believes Qin Shu.
But now, he couldn't convince himself.
Once the gap in trust is torn, all cognition will be shaken, and all understanding, tolerance, and acquiescence will be buried under the dust.
The look in his eyes when he looked at Qin Shu was extremely unfamiliar, as if he was looking at someone he had never really known.
Lu Xiyun spoke slowly, his voice dry and hoarse: "So... the incident in Yinshu City is also true?"
Qin Shu's silence made him feel suffocated.
The young man was shaking all over: "You know...?"
"You allowed Brother Xie to die, and you watched tens of thousands of people being slaughtered...?"
He had thought over and over again that if he had stayed in Yinshu at that time, Brother Xie might not have died, and Yinshu might not have been reduced to ashes.
During that time, these 'maybes' haunted him like nightmares in the dead of night. The more he tried to suppress them, the clearer they became.
Lu Xiyun was overwhelmed by regret and self-blame several times and was almost on the verge of collapse.
He would have caught up in just a few days - but he left because Ren Xuan said there was an attack in the clouds.
And today, he knew - the so-called attack back then was never a coincidence...
Qin Shu knew it clearly...but on the eve of Yin Shu's massacre, he called him back to Yunzhong with a fabricated attack.
He seemed to be unable to think of a reason, no matter how absurd it was, as long as he could find an explanation for the sea of blood and the death of Brother Xie.
But Lu Xiyun couldn't imagine it.
There was silence all around, only a blood-red echo in the depths of the mind, spots and dots, merging into a huge wave.
In the end, Lu Xiyun could only murmur, "Because... don't you like Brother Xie?"
Qin Shu's expression froze slightly, and a tiny but abrupt crack broke through his usually calm exterior. It was an expression that rarely appeared on his face - confusion.
He remained silent, not knowing how to speak.
He certainly hadn't expected it.
In terms of martial arts skills, Xie Lingyan is the best in the world. Not to mention, there is more than one Xie Lingyan in Yinshu.
Qin Shu had never imagined that a group of Yanshi could massacre all the people in Yinshu City.
Qin Shu didn't want to provoke the other party anymore. He spoke in a low voice, carefully, and no longer tried to weave a new lie:
"Xiyun...it was just a military report. I didn't expect it to get to that point. Seriously."
But Lu Xiyun's condition did not improve at all. The young man covered his chest and began to retch.
In a trance, the scene from the depths of memory came flooding back again——
He knelt again beneath the broken wall.
Everywhere you look, there is blood.
He thought of the hideous knife marks and the blood that could never be wiped away when he was gathering for Xie Lingyan.
He remembered Qin Shu hugging him tightly and comforting his hysteria with gentle words.
But looking back now... Qin Shu at that time... clearly knew everything.
His stomach was churning. He wanted to vomit, but he hadn't eaten anything since Fang Xingfei came to him early that morning, so he only vomited up some acid.
Qin Shu's hand froze in mid-air, not knowing whether to extend or retract it.
Ren Xuan stood aside, silent for a moment, and finally spoke, trying to take some of the heavenly thunder like he did in his previous life.
But as soon as he said that, he stopped.
The world seemed like shredded paper, its edges peeling away inch by inch. Cracks appeared on the ground beneath my feet, the wind blew back, and the sky collapsed.
This dream is collapsing.
···
Ren Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately, as if by reflex, he glanced at Fang Xingfei.
——I give up, my ancestor, why are we going back to the old ways?
Didn’t I tell you to “kill” Yanshi directly?
Fang Xingfei was lost in thought for a moment, his eyes still a little blurry. Finally, he slumped his shoulders and honestly admitted his fault: "My fault. I was too immersed in the role."
However, your boss never cares whether you are tired or not. Unscrupulous bosses only look at the results and not the process.
Qin Shu glanced at her calmly and asked calmly, "How is it?"
Ren Xuan: ...
This is a long story.
To put it simply, Fang Xingfei is too unreliable; to put it more complicatedly, you were too anthropomorphic in your previous life.
He coughed lightly, and decided it would be better not to cause trouble in front of Qin Shu. “Brother Fang and I have encountered a ‘little’ problem.”
After saying that, he raised his eyes and put the pressure on someone.
Find a solution quickly—ancestors!
Fang Xingfei caught that gaze and spread his hands, "This kind of situation... is the first time I've encountered this."
He has always been in charge of killing but not burying people, but this time he was willing to help rescue the person out of consideration for Xiao Wujiu's sake.
But Fang Xingfei was not completely without scruples. He had one thing on his mind: if Lu Xiyun was taken down by him, it would be hell for him to meet the third brother one day.
Thinking of this, Fang Xingfei finally put on a serious expression and said, "Don't worry, I'll take a look."
He raised his fingertips slightly and probed into the sea of consciousness.
After a moment he looked up: "Good news - I just got stuck deeper."
"Bad news—this time, he doesn't remember any of you."
Qin Shu: “…”
Ren Xuan: “…”
As the air quieted, Party A's expression began to visibly turn towards the bottom of the pot.
Fang Xingfei adjusted promptly, changed his tone, and began to paint a pie-in-the-sky optimistic picture:
"It's easier this way now. He doesn't remember, so we can just pass it around."
Qin Shu stared at Fang Xingfei for two breaths, then turned his gaze and said calmly, "Ren Xuan, come here."
Ren Xuan was like a worm in his stomach. He murmured in agreement, "Your Highness, I also think that this person...is not very reliable. But we don't have a better solution right now."
At this moment, Ren Xuan had no idea what was going on in the deepest part of Lu Xiyun's sea of consciousness, so he had to make a temporary compromise and said while thinking:
"Since Fang Xing insisted that we could pass it on, why not just leave him alone this time?"
"Can I take a few reliable people with me?"
Qin Shu raised his eyebrows: "Who do you want to take with you?"
That was certainly smart. Ren Xuan didn't hesitate: "Is Wen Congren awake?"
Qin Shu nodded. "He's awake. Qin Yingtian seems quite happy. He's dragging him over to review the details of the coup and how to become emperor. It looks like he's been involved in some kind of rebellion."
Ren Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, that was a rebellion against you...
He thought that in Wen Congren's dream, he probably killed Qin Shu and then helped his apprentice ascend to the throne.
Ren Xuan sighed and said, it’s better to dream, there is everything in the dream.
Thinking of this, he shook his head and laughed: "Then let Wen Congren accompany me."
Qin Shu thought for a moment and then asked, "Should we bring another formation master?"
When Ren Xuan heard this, his brows raised.
I give in. I'm bringing my whole family to be your love security guard, right?!
Forget it, considering that the dog emperor is so miserable, I won’t bother with him.
Ren Xuan calmly clasped his fists and replied, "Your Highness has thought it through."
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