Volume 2, Chapter 409: Ringing the funeral bell.
Inside the medicine pavilion at the main peak of Broken Sword Mountain.
A group of soldiers from the Killing Camp were waiting anxiously outside the door.
Luosha was lying on the couch in the medicine cabinet. Ye Tingmu had also woken up and was standing beside him with his hands behind his back.
Baili Mu and others behind him remained silent.
"What's the matter? Xiaoci, can Commander Luo still be saved?" Ye Tingmu's low voice still sounded.
Sun Ci shook his head.
"The elixir is destroyed, and there is nothing that can be done to save the situation."
Ye Tingmu looked up at the dome, as if he was not surprised.
He slowly came to Luosha, and with one hand, he circulated his spiritual power, and repaired his broken arms and legs in front of everyone's surprise, restoring all the holes on his body.
Since he was leaving, he had to leave with dignity. Luosha died because of him, and he owed him.
As Rakshasa's body was repaired, Ye Tingmu withdrew his magical power, and Rakshasa woke up.
Before an emperor dies, he will not look sickly like an ordinary person.
Instead, he looked energetic and unharmed, as if he were at the last moment of life.
He stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Where is this?"
"Broken Sword Mountain."
"What about my brothers? How many are left?"
"316 people."
Luosha nodded to show that he understood.
Ye Tingmu said again: "You can't survive."
Luo Shana's usually serious mouth was slightly smiling, and he touched his Dantian and said:
"I know."
"Is it worth it?" He kept his head down, not daring to look into Luosha's eyes.
When Ye Tingmu asked this question, Baili Mu, Sun Ci, Qingfeng and others walked out.
Luosha's current state is just a last gasp of life. He won't be able to hold on for more than a quarter of an hour and will surely die. They know this better than anyone else.
At this last moment, let's leave time to the eldest brother. No matter what, Luosha rebelled because of Ye Tingmu, and he will die because of him.
After the people left, Luosha said: "I just want to have a clear conscience in this life. If I don't save someone, I'm afraid I will live the rest of my life in self-blame, and that would be worse than death."
This was Rakshasa’s answer.
Ye Tingmu sighed.
"Brothers from the Killing Camp, I will take good care of them. You don't have to worry."
"Okay, thank you!"
"Don't thank me, I owe you this. Besides this, is there anything else you want to explain?"
Luosha thought for a moment and said seriously, "Since I risked my life for you, I have a request."
"Go ahead."
"If we conquer the Heaven Palace in the future, can you please give me a favor and spare their lives if they surrender?"
Ye Tingmu was stunned when he heard this, and was very puzzled. You were killed by the emperors of Heaven, and the Killing Camp lost two-thirds of its soldiers. Why did you still plead for them? This was something he could not understand.
"Why should I plead for them?"
"The one who made the mistake in Heaven is always the decision maker. The rest of the people are just following orders like me. They are helpless like me, so I hope to have a clear conscience."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I promise you, except for Ling Wanxiang and Sikong Lei, I will not kill anyone else who surrenders."
He was not a bloodthirsty person. The war in Heaven was inevitable, but he wanted to destroy Heaven only to unify the Three Heavens and stabilize the rear before he could send troops to the critical sea.
As long as these two are killed, the Heavenly Court will surrender. It doesn’t matter whether or not to kill others.
Rakshasa also nodded.
"Thank you!"
"No need to thank me, I owe you this." He stood up and walked out, "Meet the brothers again."
"good!"
The conversation between the two was brief and clear, without too much sentimental dialogue or nagging.
They are both men and are not good at speaking. Although they have known each other for a thousand years, Ye Tingmu has always had a purpose in approaching Luosha.
In the end, he did achieve his goal, and not only that, he exceeded his goal. Not only did Rakshasa rebel, he also lost his life.
So when facing Rakshasa, Ye Tingmu felt a little ashamed.
But all this has become a foregone conclusion, he cannot change it. All he can change is the future, and the only way he can make amends to Luosha is to complete his explanation.
He walked out and let the people from the Killing Camp in.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the howling of a group of men coming from the house.
Separation from life and death is the norm in the human world and is part of the cycle of reincarnation.
He found a stone step and sat down. The sun in the sky was hot and dazzling. He closed his eyes and let the midday sun shine on his face.
His eyes rolled under his eyelids from time to time, and a feeling of sadness surged in his heart.
This day was a sad day because Luosha was about to die because of him, but of course it was also a happy day because his younger brother and Dongfang Qingzhu met him.
In short, it is complicated, but I always appear calm.
There is no such thing as perfection in the world. Someone always has to sacrifice along the way. Even if he is very strong, it is impossible for him to protect everyone.
Finally, a deep voice came from the room.
"The Killing Camp is still here, don't cry, take your time, we'll be brothers in the next life!"
The sound fell and was blown away by the wind, foreshadowing the end of everything.
“Brother!”
"Great Commander!"
“No!”
Waves of weeping were heard. At this moment, the world was one less emperor.
Ye Tingmu stood up, walked forward and called out softly.
"Qianqiu."
"Sword Master."
"The bells are rung for the funeral, and the entire clan is in mourning."
"Yes, sir!"
The thirteen peaks of the Sword Bell are ringing, and the mountains and fields are filled with white mist.
The whole clan wrapped themselves in mourning clothes, and buried the Rakshasa on the top of the mountain, sleeping with the emperors of all dynasties on Broken Sword Mountain.
On this day, the atmosphere at Broken Sword Mountain was heavy.
For other disciples of Broken Sword Mountain, although Broken Sword Mountain has always been in the vortex of disputes, in fact, no one has died because of it.
This is the first time.
Even though Luosha joined Broken Sword Mountain just before his death, he still earned their respect.
Because the Sword Master said that Rakshasa died to save him.
The Sword Master is their re-creator and the soul of Broken Sword Mountain. If he saves the Sword Master, he is saving Broken Sword Mountain.
Under the supervision of everyone, Rakshasa was buried soon. Ye Tingmu captured a wisp of Rakshasa's soul at the last moment. He had heard that it was theoretically possible to defy fate and come back to life.
As long as this person's life can be reshaped from the long river of time and years, then his body can be resurrected.
So he left this soul behind, maybe in the future he can do it.
After all, Luosha died because of him. Such a favor was too great, and he could only repay it with his own life.
Give it a try, just give yourself a thought and hope.
Rakshasa was buried, and all the soldiers of the Killing Camp were also settled. Now that everything was over, Ye Tingmu could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He said to Dongfang Qingzhu, Qingfeng, and Fenghe, "Come with me. I'll take you to see someone."
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