Chapter 1055 The Returnee's Notes 129
Xie Ning had seen this play script in Lan Yan's room. Although it was well protected, it was still worn out, which was obviously because Lan Yan often looked at it.
Lan Yan stopped looking, lowered his head, and said softly, "We are just ordinary people, we just want to live."
But before he could take two steps, a loud bang came from behind him.
Xi'er is dead...
Xie Ning's outstretched hand couldn't stop her; it simply slid down the bloodstains on the wall and covered Xi'er's eyes.
Her gaze remained fixed on the small window, as if she wanted to see the clean spring of the Northland from there.
Perhaps it's not just in the north; people at this time of year live in the depths of winter, unaware of where spring is or what it looks like.
"Xi'er!" Lan Yan gripped the iron bars tightly, tears streaming down his face.
The surrounding jailers rushed over. Captain Xu glanced at Xi'er's corpse, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and stubbed it out. "She's a kid with backbone."
But sometimes, having backbone alone is not enough.
In the end, Lan Yan still took Xi'er back, but she was a corpse.
Aro covered his mouth tightly, trying not to cry.
Looking at the person on the cart, Lan Yan felt as if his heart was stuffed with cotton. "I named her Huanxi (Joy), hoping that she would be happy all her life and never know the taste of sorrow, just like in the beginning."
But little did she know what sorrow and grief were.
A Luo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Xi'er was someone he had watched grow up—no, she should be his sister. Now that she was gone, he couldn't bring himself to complain. Why couldn't she have lived a better life? Let him scold her a few more times if he wanted.
The falling snowflakes resembled a layer of white gauze.
A Luo rested his head on Lan Yanxiu's face and asked hesitantly, "Sir, is the play still going on?"
He bent his back for Xi'er, but this is the result he got.
"Of course I'll sing."
It's just that we need to change the scene.
Time seemed to speed up, and the surrounding scenery rushed by. Xie Ning saw the troupe leader leading the rest of the troupe away, and also saw a small team sneaking into the town.
When Xie Ning heard the familiar lyrics for the third time, he paused, then slowly turned around and saw Lan Yan on the stage dressed in a blue robe.
The dignified yet resolute Lan Yan stood on the stage, singing the story of the Jin army's invasion. The audience below was stunned. The few Japanese soldiers who understood some Chinese changed their expressions and were about to order someone to pull Lan Yan off the stage, but the next moment they were speechless.
The huge explosion startled the other spectators, who scattered in panic.
But this whole performance was actually prepared for them.
Aro looked at the door he had tightly closed, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Xie Ning, however, was inside the fire, watching as the Japanese soldiers and traitors who had surrendered and killed their own people were burned by the flames and eventually turned into real evil spirits.
When one of the ghosts bared its fangs and claws and lunged at him, Xie Ning didn't hesitate to raise his sword and kill it.
Despite the raging fire all around, she felt increasingly cold, perhaps because there were too many ghosts.
This was Xie Ning's first time facing so many evil spirits. She hadn't learned much, so the resistance was extremely difficult. She had brought quite a few copper coins, but only nine of them were ancient coins that had been refined.
I lent one to Ouyang Lin for self-defense, but now I only have eight left.
As her internal energy dissipated, Xie Ning finally couldn't hold on and knelt on one knee. At this moment, a short evil spirit was still clinging to her shoulder, and she was powerless to break free as the evil spirit bit her shoulder.
She had used up all her talismans, and even the beads Huang Lili had given her had all been used up, but the ghosts seemed to keep coming at her endlessly.
The ghost in blue stood high up, watching the only color in the world being swallowed up by black and white.
Just as he was about to go down, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck, scattering the ghosts.
Xie Ning hadn't expected to comprehend the art of summoning lightning at this moment. However, she didn't have time to think about it. She fixed her gaze on the blue-clothed ghost not far away, rushed over, and directly stabbed the opponent with her peach wood sword.
Xie Ning thought that the ghost in green wanted to kill him.
At the same time, a thunderclap struck. If it were an ordinary ghost, its soul would be severely injured even if it didn't dissipate. But the ghost in green only took three steps back, its spirit weakened slightly.
The ghost in green gripped Xie Ning's sword and suddenly pulled Xie Ning closer. Xie Ning placed his hand on the ghost's chest and felt a warmth.
Because her hand had already penetrated the burned flesh and touched the other person's heart.
Xie Ning stared in astonishment at the face of the blue-robed ghost. Beneath the pink face was a body that had long since melted into flames.
"Take her away."
Go see spring.
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