Chapter 205 All Mortals Will Die 27
Jiang Yuelu walked over and sat down next to Xia Yi.
The sacrificial ground, which was as big as the stadium, was very wide. It took a lot of effort for him to climb over Tongjia Mountain and walk back. During this process, Xia Yi did not look over once.
Even the sound of a copper frame falling and the metal hitting the ground did not attract his attention.
Xia Yi lay on his back on the ground, not injured but motionless, with waves of clouds in his eyes. He had no idea how many times such waves had passed through his eyes.
He didn't say anything, and Jiang Yuelu didn't say anything either.
He looked at the clouds, and Jiang Yuelu looked at him.
Watching the clouds in his eyes move little by little, I felt that time was peaceful and my mood was extremely peaceful.
The Jiang family said that Xia Yi was full of ghost energy, but he felt divinity.
After watching for a long time, he also followed Xia Yi's example and lay on the ground to watch the clouds roll by. Jiang Yuelu didn't know what Xia Yi, who appeared here at this moment, was.
In any case, it definitely couldn't be Xia Yi's entity, as a hundred years had passed since the incident.
Perhaps like the other remaining spirits, Xia Yi and this sacrificial site were relics of the past, and only appeared unexpectedly because the seal was lifted.
When this commotion is over, he will disappear again along with the other souls in their sleep.
My current companionship has no meaning at all.
But Jiang Yuelu just felt that leaving Xia Yi lying on the ground alone was too sad.
When he heard the story just now, he felt very sad for him. When he saw it with his own eyes, he didn't think much and stumbled over.
Stay with him, even though he is just a shadow and doesn't count.
But stay with him.
"Who are you."
The question woke him up, and Jiang Yuelu turned his head, and found that Xia Yi had turned his head at some point. The red eyes that originally reflected the waves of the sea of clouds reflected his slightly surprised face.
"I...I am..." He was a little panicked.
Xia Yi, why would Xia Yi talk to him?
He was clearly just a remaining shadow... and he was different from the third brother of the Jiang family and the other dead clansmen. As human beings, they had emotional fluctuations when they were alive, which left them with the obsession to talk to him and Mo Zhixian.
The Jiang family did not say where he went later, but it is easy to imagine that this "doll" who did not have a name at the time must have been lying in that sacrificial site for a long time.
Since the Jiang family of later generations threw him into the attic and did nothing about him, it means that he still did not bring any blessings to the Jiang family in the hundreds of years that followed.
What you are when you are born is what you will be like later.
If it ignores people and does not move when it is born, it will probably be the same later on.
He probably doesn't have too many fluctuating emotions, which would make him stay here until today with hatred like the third son of the Jiang family... Then why would he still speak?
And looked at him.
This is so unreasonable.
Jiang Yuelu thought about it and could only conclude that this sacrificial site was different from other places in the cemetery, and Xia Yi's remaining shadow was also different from that of other Jiang family members. As a "family god", although he was a failure, he was still very special. His shadow should be the same.
Jiang Yuelu then raised her head and wanted to answer Xia Yi, but who would have thought that Xia Yi had already turned back and continued to look at the sky.
“…”
It seemed that it didn't matter whether he answered or not, and people didn't really care. Jiang Yuelu felt a little depressed, and thought of the little god he found in the attic.
He was so obedient at that time.
"I am Jiang Yuelu."
Ignore him.
"I'll see you later."
Still ignored him.
"You'll have a nice name in the future."
Indifferent.
Jiang Yuelu sat up and moved in front of Xia Yi. This move was very rude, completely blocking the white clouds and blue sky that Xia Yi was looking at, leaving only her own face in those red pupils - that face was slightly frowned, as if she was a little depressed.
He then realized that he actually couldn't stand Xia Yi ignoring him.
"How long have you been here?" Jiang Yuelu asked.
Afraid that he didn't understand, Jiang Yuelu added: "How long have you been lying here? Have you been here since you were born? Has no one come to see you?"
After a long time, Xia Yi said, "Yes."
His eyes weren't focused when he spoke.
This made Jiang Yuelu feel a little uneasy, because it seemed like she couldn't catch him.
"Where are they? Have they left again?" Jiang Yuelu muttered to herself without waiting for his answer. "They must have left. They saw that you were useless and couldn't help, so they abandoned you."
The human in front of him lowered his eyes and said something strange.
He looked at him with red eyes.
As a remnant of the inhuman creature, I have long forgotten how long I have been here. I only remember that the master stood up and walked out of this sacrificial ground. He peeled him off and dropped him on the ground, without looking back.
That should be considered as one's own master.
After all, I am just a strange emotion, a wave of fluctuations. It is a thought that comes out slightly when the master is looking at the clouds.
He was a stripped and abandoned thing, just like the resentful skeletons in this cemetery, trapped hundreds of years ago, unlike his owner who could not walk out.
Perhaps he still had a connection with his master, and even though there was a difference in time and distance between them, he could still subtly sense his master's movements.
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Having nothing was a state he was very familiar with. When the master and he were looking at the clouds together, they were thinking of nothing. When those people cursed him as a waste, they would also mutter about empty things. This was quite right. The master and he were empty.
But then, the owner seemed to have some other emotions.
The master is in a mood.
When he discovered this, he was very panicked. So panicked that he couldn't help but turn over on the spot.
When he discovered that panic was also an emotion, he couldn't bear it any longer.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before, as if light suddenly emerged from the ground where there had been nothing for a long time. He was curious and puzzled. He didn't understand why his master gradually had a heart from having nothing.
That time, he stood up for the first time and walked to the edge of Tongjia Mountain.
The bloody flag of the spell was flying overhead, and there were many wandering souls of the tribesmen outside. When they saw him appear, they were first stunned, then shocked, and finally cursed.
He always knew what they were hoping for.
If I could have walked out like this earlier, they wouldn't have died. These dead ghosts cursed and cried, but they didn't see that the god who brought about the change was no longer here, and the one left here and despised by them was just a weird thing that was also a relic. He didn't even qualify to be called a mood.
Because when the master was born, he did not have a heart.
"How can I grow a heart?" he asked Jiang Yuelu.
His hand moved from bottom to top, and touched his chest. The pair of eyes that let the cloud shadow come and go, showed a trace of confusion.
"There's nothing in my stomach, no stomach, no lungs, and no heart."
He is empty.
It has a human shell, but there is nothing inside.
Jiang Yuelu watched his hand stop at his stomach, remembering that when Xia Yi usually ate, he just ate, and his face didn't show whether he was happy or not.
Because he has no stomach?
The food that brought him joy would roll down his throat into darkness.
His gaze softened immediately, "Why is it empty?"
"because……"
The remaining shadow narrowed its eyes slightly, remembering when its master was born many years ago.
I remembered that the Jiang family stuffed the master's chest with cotton wool to make the deflated doll shell full again. The master's stomach was filled with many things, wood, copper, soil, flames, silk threads. Many, many things, but none of them were alive.
After birth, the feeling of emptiness lingered. The master was stretched and expanded by countless prayers. He was so open, so open that he could accommodate the heavens and the earth.
He is a god who needs to listen to the voice of the heart.
When the Jiang family created him, they sculpted him into an appearance that could hold thousands of wishes.
But the world has mountains, rivers, and countless people.
The world is very lively.
The master has nothing.
He lay on the ground, not yet knowing that the nagging feeling in his heart was called hunger.
He was eager to eat something to fill his stomach. If he didn't have a stomach, he would eat someone else's. He wanted to have a stomach. Clouds and rain, fire and mountains were also delicious. When he looked at them, he couldn't help swallowing.
When did the feeling of hunger first disappear?
It was when his owner was picked up from the attic and given a name.
"Xia Yi."
"Xia Yi."
He had a name, just like the world had mountains, rivers, and rain, he also had something that could enrich his life and fill his body. A name was the best thing in the world. It made him, and his master, feel less empty.
"I know you... it's you..." One of Shadow's hands was still on his chest, where a heart could grow out of. The other hand slowly moved forward, wanting to touch Jiang Yuelu's face.
He never knew what the human who gave him emotions looked like.
Today he finally saw it.
He no longer had to lie here and watch the clouds roll by.
Jiang Yuelu felt his cheeks getting cold, and a tear fell from the remaining shadow's eyes. He was about to reach out and wipe it away subconsciously, but darkness filled his eyes.
The red thread tied around the fingers was faintly glowing.
The red line went into the darkness, swaying, as if holding someone's hand in front.
Jiang Yuelu stepped into the dark light, taking one deep step and one shallow step. The red line was winding and seemed to have no end. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the view in front of him suddenly became clear, and the sound of golden swords colliding could be heard in his ears.
The red light spreads for thousands of miles, and rune lights fill the night sky.
Monsters and ghosts were crossing the river in the canal, dripping wet.
There are thousands of wizards holding magic weapons to fight against it.
Hundreds of ghosts come out at night. This is the night of the Ghost Festival.
The red line was still extending in front of him. Swords and fangs could not cut it. Jiang Yuelu followed it forward. He walked past Mo Zhixian and Leng Wenhan, and passed Tong Mian. He could be sure which Zhongyuan Festival this was.
This was the night when the incident broke out, and he finally arrived here.
Time is not stagnant. When he was in the cemetery, time outside was also moving forward.
They couldn't see Jiang Yuelu. Jiang Yuelu had passed by them, but they were still trying their best to follow the target and complete the task assigned by the blind man.
But he followed the red line.
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