Xiang Sheng frowned immediately, "Lu..."
As soon as the word "Lu" came out, Lu Zhu in front of him suddenly trembled and turned around without any warning. In his confused eyes, there was only violence and anger.
"court death!"
not good!
Xiang Sheng was caught off guard and was strangled by the man. His back hit the coffin hard, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and felt dizzy.
“Sister Shen…”
A drop of blood fell on Lu Zhu's face. He immediately let go of his hand and stood there muttering to himself. His face suddenly twisted, sometimes confused, sometimes crazy.
After a while, he finally returned to his familiar appearance and hurried over to help Xiang Sheng up.
Xiang Sheng didn't wait for him to run over, but jumped away cautiously.
Lu Zhu was stunned for a moment and did not try to get closer. She just stared at Xiang Sheng blankly, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.
“It’s me, Sister Shen…”
Lu Zhu choked with sobs, took out a dusty booklet from his arms, took two steps forward hesitantly, then stopped and put the booklet on the ground.
Standing up, Lu Zhu had wiped away her tears and smiled: "Sister Shen, this is the eighth-grade sect-suppressing mental method. I kept my promise."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the air, and a vortex appeared out of thin air.
After doing this, he stepped back a few steps and said from a distance: "The exit vortex won't last long, sister, you should leave quickly."
"What's wrong with you?"
Xiang Sheng covered his throat and managed to make a sound, but the sound was like the friction of rust, hoarse and unpleasant.
Her face was gloomy as she walked over and picked up the booklet. Without even glancing at the vortex, she walked straight to Lu Zhu, stared at him for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Has he been possessed?"
Lu Zhu shuddered, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"There is still hope. I know a way..."
Xiang Sheng covered her throat and tried to speak, but just as she opened her mouth, Lu Zhu came up and hugged her tightly.
"It's no use."
Lu Zhu buried his head in Xiang Sheng's chest and said in a muffled voice, "I still have... a little time. Sister, it's great to see you."
Xiang Sheng's expression grew even darker, his jaw tightened, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
She took a deep breath and whispered, "Who is he? How could you be possessed in your own ancestral land?"
"He is the ancestor."
Lu Zhusong let go of Xiang Sheng with a faint smile on his face, "The ancestor said that he would avenge the Lu family. As a descendant of the Lu family, I cannot disobey or resist."
"He wants revenge."
Xiang Sheng looked directly at Lu Zhu, "What about yours? How are you going to settle your grudge?"
Lu Zhu showed a hint of disappointment and shook his head, "I don't know, sister, let's not talk about this."
He pulled Xiang Sheng to the front of the whirlpool and sat down. He raised his hand and threw out a beam of mysterious light, which gradually shrank and returned to its original size.
"Then what do you want to say?" Xiang Sheng asked.
"Just say... next life."
Lu Zhu smiled shyly, "I'm afraid you'll laugh at me when I say this, but this journey with you has been the freest and happiest time of my life.
I also didn't expect that when my soul dissipated, the only memory left, apart from my early deceased mother, would be you, my sister.
If there is a next life, I will really be your brother, your real brother, okay?"
"……good."
"Then you must be nicer to me, even nicer than my mother."
"Um."
Xiang Sheng nodded seriously, but his heart seemed to be blocked by something, making him feel suffocated.
His soul was scattered and he had no place to return to. Lu Zhu... had no afterlife.
"Sister Chen, smile. You are so beautiful, and you look even prettier when you smile." Lu Zhu was still talking, but her voice gradually became weaker, and her face became more and more distorted.
Xiang Sheng forced a smile and said, "My surname is not Chen. Remember, my surname is Xiang. My name is Xiang Sheng."
"Then in my next life, my last name will also be Xiang."
Lu Zhu murmured, suddenly grabbing Xiang Sheng's clothes tightly, but quickly letting go, and said, trying hard to hold back the tears in her eyes: "Sister, it's almost time."
Xiang Sheng took a deep breath, stood up and was about to step into the whirlpool when a crazy idea suddenly came to his mind.
She suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lu Zhu: "Lu Zhu, I have a question for you... What are these 'dark clouds'? And how do they relate to the ancestral land?"
Lu Zhu didn't understand why Xiang Sheng asked this question, but he still answered: "It is the ancestor's Dharma image. This Dharma image supports the formation and shell of the ancestral land. It is closely related to the ancestor's soul. I can't control it."
A gleam of light flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Do you hate him?"
Lu Zhu was stunned for a moment, then bit his lip and nodded vigorously.
Xiang Sheng suddenly smiled. Her voice was still hoarse, but it was more gentle than ever before.
"Little brother, I asked you before, how do you settle your grudge?"
She took the storage ring from her right hand and said, "You said you don't know, so I'll help you decide for once."
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the storage ring into the high-altitude Dharma image, raised his eyes to Xiang Sheng, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"burst!"
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