Chapter 336 Jinjiang (1)
The moon is full tonight.
It is suitable to raise the corpse.
There were bursts of noise coming from the abandoned charity cemetery, which made the wolves stationed outside the cave raise their heads vigilantly and look towards the direction of the charity cemetery.
They lowered their sturdy bodies, their wrinkled facial features filled with ferocious hostility, and demonstrative growls squeezed out of their throats, warning of the approaching danger.
At their feet were the villagers who had just attempted to launch a sneak attack on the cave but were killed by them. Their beautiful fur was soaked with blood, and the fur was tangled in blood, revealing the cruel murderous intent after the fight.
No conscious person would be willing to get close to a pack of vicious wolves at this time.
Unfortunately, the people surrounding us now are the corpses of people who have already died.
Not just the villagers who died tonight.
And... the dead who have rotted away to the point where only a handful of dry bones remain.
The weeds, more than one meter tall, swayed, making a "rustling! rustling..." sound, echoing in the silent valley.
Then, the weeds were pushed aside, and a hideous skeleton suddenly appeared in the field of vision.
The wild wolf's pupils were cold and filled with angry murderous intent. A roar came out of its throat, carrying with it a reckless madness that came after it was shocked and furious.
Then, as fast as lightning, leaving a long afterimage, he rushed towards the skeleton.
The speed was so fast that it even left a faint green line of light in the air, like a sharp arrow shot out.
It pierced through the skeleton viciously.
The wolf's sharp claws stepped on the skeleton's rotten and charred ribs, and its fangs sank deeply into the skull's crown.
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, cracks spread, and the top of his head shattered, turning into a pool of broken bones at the feet of the wild wolf.
The wolf's sharp claws stomped down mercilessly. The skeleton's hard skull could not withstand the wolf's fierce force and was crushed under its feet, turning into a piece of broken bones.
Then, it stopped moving.
The wolf casually threw away the broken bones in its mouth, then raised its head coldly, looked towards the nearby area covered by weeds, and let out a low growl with its mouth wide open.
There was silence in the weeds for a moment.
It seemed as if the things hidden behind were also afraid of the wolf's ruthlessness.
But this fear only lasted for a brief moment, and once again, under an order from nowhere, they headed towards the cave again.
However, more than a dozen wild wolves had been alarmed.
They looked around vigilantly, and as long as the weeds shook slightly, they would rush up without hesitation, pounce into the grass, and launch an angry attack on the enemy with the instinct and perception of hunters.
The skeletons couldn't even reach the open space in front of the dead banyan tree, and were stopped by wild wolves in the grass outside.
The weeds were shaking violently, and the sound of bones being broken could be heard one after another, mixed with the angry growls of wild wolves, which was enough to make people tremble with fear.
However, just as the wolf was concentrating on the rotting bones in the weeds, something strange happened in the charity cemetery.
The initial sound came from a thin coffin.
Boom.
Boom.
There were regular knocks coming from underneath the coffin lid, as if someone was knocking on the door, except that the "person" knocking on the door was inside the coffin, and this door led from suppressed sins to the human world.
The material of the thin coffin is very poor, and the coffin lid is only made of a thin layer of wood. So when the person in the coffin knocks on the coffin lid, the continuous bumps on the coffin lid can be seen from the outside.
It was like a person trapped in a coffin was struggling desperately to get out.
The next moment, with a "bang", a big hole was smashed on the thin wooden board of the coffin lid, and a pale and stiff arm stretched out from the hole, pointing straight to the sky whose roof had long since rotted away.
Then, the arm slowly retracted and hit the coffin lid again.
This time, the entire wooden board was blown away, revealing the body placed in the thin coffin.
The cold, bright moonlight shone through the large hole in the roof, covering the entire coffin. The corpse, bathed in the full moon, looked even paler and bloodless.
This was not the headless corpse that Yan Shixun had seen before, nor were they the villagers who had been surrounded and massacred that year.
The corpse was wearing shrouds, but the rough stitching and sloppily embroidered patterns showed that these were not carefully prepared clothes, but rather shoddy products bought in a hurry.
The corpse beneath the shroud had already decayed so much that only dry bones remained, shriveled and soaked in the still somewhat moist pus, blood and rotten wood, looking as disgusting as a lump of mud.
But only the head of the corpse was intact.
The facial features were still clearly visible, with purple blood vessels crawling underneath the pale and stiff skin, but it was enough to recognize the identity of this face.
It is as if this face was left specially so that people with hatred will not find the wrong enemy to take revenge on.
If Yan Shixun were here, he would immediately discover that, unlike the villagers who were slaughtered that year, the owner of this corpse was a perpetrator who died in the "plague" caused by resentment more than a hundred years ago.
Even though the person is dead, the heavy sin of killing will not let him go, making his soul unable to escape from here after death. He can only be imprisoned in his own corpse, feeling his corpse decay bit by bit day after day.
First the internal organs, then the skin and flesh… The maggots rolled and burrowed in his flesh and blood, and every wriggle was clearly felt. He personally witnessed his own corpse rotting into a pile of bones. The fear was lingering, but he was locked in this coffin, unable to move or shout, and could only spend a hundred years in fear and regret.
This is the curse posed by the villagers who were massacred on their perpetrators.
- You destroyed my happiness and made me watch my family die in front of me. My little daughter's head rolled at my feet, looking at me with her eyes wide open, asking me why I didn't protect her... Even after death, you refused to let me go, trapping my soul in the land of death, guarding my corpse day and night in agony.
In that case, please come and feel the same pain as I do.
I curse you, you will die for your sins of killing, your soul will be trapped in your own corpse, you will kill your family with your own hands, and then feel your own rot and death.
When you are in pain and confusion day and night, you will recall the sins you have committed, and those moments will never let you go.
Perhaps then, you will know what unforgivable sin you have committed...
And I will forgive you and let you go.
However, good people will not understand evil people.
Even though the villagers who were massacred were resentful, they still left a way for the perpetrators to survive.
Even though their own souls were nailed to death in the thin coffin by nine-inch nails, unable to leave or be reincarnated, they still soft-heartedly thought that as long as the perpetrators repented, they would let the perpetrators go and allow them to be reincarnated.
Even for hundreds of years, the remains of the perpetrators are still kept in the charity cemetery, so that the bodies abandoned there by their families have a last place to stay, so as not to be exposed to wind and sun and become wandering ghosts.
But what the villagers didn't expect was that the perpetrator not only had no remorse, but became even more angry and would not let go of any opportunity.
The only time the perpetrators feel remorse is when they face death.
——It’s not that they regret their sins, but they regret that they didn’t completely kill the villagers who were guarding the “treasure”, giving the villagers the opportunity to take revenge on them.
They opened the coffin and the corpse, which had rotted to the point where only the head was left, sat up stiffly from the thin coffin, broke free from the restraints of a hundred years, and returned to the human world full of anger.
First the first one, then the second one, then the third one...
Pus and blood dripped, gathering on the ground into a smelly pool of blood.
The thin coffin had broken into pieces of wood, scattered all over the ground.
Noises arose continuously in the charity cemetery. Dry and charred feet stepped on the ground, and half-rotted corpses walked outside with empty eyes.
The direction they left was clearly the mountain that separated the two villages.
The wolves were busy killing the dry bones that were besieging the cave. Even if some alert wild wolves heard the noise and determined that something had happened in the charity cemetery, they were unable to escape from the continuous flow of dry bones.
The wild wolf stepped on the broken bones on the ground, raised its solid body with smooth lines, and let out a long howl at the moon, warning the entire wolf pack.
The wolves stationed in the mountains under the command of the leader wolf immediately received the news, raised their heads vigilantly, and stared outside the forest with their dark green vertical pupils.
Not long after, a skeleton in a shroud appeared in the wolves' sight. The pale dead face, which had not decayed at all, stared blankly at the wolves, but seemed to feel no danger at all, and walked towards the forest persistently and rigidly.
The leading wolf felt that his dignity was challenged, and immediately rushed forward angrily, pointing his sharp claws at the corpse's head.
However, these corpses with only heads left were different from the corpses that the wolves had dealt with before.
These perpetrators committed numerous murders during their lifetime. The number of lives lost at their hands was enough for an entire village. Regardless of gender, age or status, all were exterminated.
Even if someone cried and begged for mercy, they coldly ignored them.
How could such a cruel person be compared with an ordinary corpse after death?
When the wild wolves attacked the corpses, the corpses that had just broken their coffins and emerged from Yizhuang finally raised their heads and looked directly at the wolves.
Even though they have been dead for a hundred years, their ferocity has not diminished in the slightest. Instead, it has been tempered by the days and nights of painful torture. Not only do they have no regrets, but they have become even more brutal.
The corpse's eyeballs were like turbid glass beads, completely black without any light, and extremely horrifying.
He stared at the wolf that pounced on him, and then, as if remembering something, the corpse opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and its facial features were distorted in a hideous manner.
A roar like that of a wild beast came out of the dead body's mouth. He raised his arm, which had already rotted into dry bones in the sleeve of his shroud, and grabbed the wild wolf fearlessly.
The ten dry fingers were like sharp blades. The moment the wolf approached, they grabbed the wolf's fur tightly, immediately pierced its flesh and blood, and grabbed it fiercely.
At the same time, the corpse opened its bloody mouth, and bit the wolf viciously with its mutated fangs. Its face was full of the ferocity of a wild beast, without any trace of humanity.
The wolf screamed in pain and blood splattered.
Such a sudden change shocked the wolves. They had not expected that the corpses that rose from the charity cemetery would become so crazy and cruel, and even abandon human attack methods. Instead, they became more like the wild beasts they usually dealt with.
The wolves looked at each other, then rushed forward, howling and biting the corpse, rescuing their companion from its mouth.
But when the corpse opened its mouth, the wolf that rushed forward first fell heavily to the ground, already dying.
Its carotid artery was bitten open by the corpse, and blood spurted out uncontrollably, staining its beautiful fur.
It fell to the ground in pain, twitching continuously, its bright eyes gradually dimmed, but it still stared up at the full moon stubbornly, refusing to close its eyes.
The order has not been completed, and it still has something to do. The kind souls who died unjustly still need its protection in the charity cemetery, and those who do evil still need its eyes to watch...
The wolf's entire body was twitching, and its breath was growing weaker and weaker, but it still forced itself to open its mouth, and let out the last roar of its life from its throat.
“Ouch——!!!”
Its cry is extremely mournful, like death itself.
When the wolves heard the howl, they all looked towards the direction where the sound came from, and howled at the moon like their companions.
The howls of wolves echoed in the valley in the middle of the night, as if they were sadly bidding farewell to their companions.
However, not a single wolf retreated in fear. Instead, the wails of their dying companions gave them new strength, making their eyes more ferocious as they looked at the corpses, their blood-stained fangs flashing coldly.
In the mountains and forests, the dead bodies besieged by a pack of wolves had their flesh and blood bitten off piece by piece, their skin torn off completely, and their eyeballs crushed by the wolves' sharp claws. Soon, the intact face that had not yet rotted was left with only the bright red flesh wrapped around the bones. Even the dry bones all over the body were stepped on and bitten into pieces, turning into bone sticks scattered in the soil and dead leaves.
Without support, the corpse collapsed to the ground, turning into a bloody skeleton resting on a pile of dry bones.
In the mountains and forests, the wolves were silent.
They lost the ferocity they had just shown when facing the corpses, and slowly walked over on the dead leaves, surrounding their dying companions.
The proud wolves lowered their heads and moved closer to their dying companions, sniffing the smell of death coming from their companions with their noses twitching gently. They made low humming sounds in their throats, as if they were seeing their companions off.
The wolf with its throat torn open fell among dead leaves and a pool of blood. Its chest rose and fell more and more violently, as if it had lost all oxygen. Even at the last moment when it knew it was going to die, it still struggled refusing to give up.
But in the end, the light in its eyes gradually faded.
It was like a strong wind blowing on a dying candle. The swaying candlelight held on tenaciously, but was finally blown out by the wind and dissipated into a wisp of light smoke.
Only the moonlight shone down, gently holding her child.
The wolf, whose fur was soaked with blood, finally breathed its last.
Not moving.
The wolves whimpered and howled, each sound sounded like crying blood.
But soon, they didn't even have time to see their companions off.
——New dead bodies appeared in the mountains and forests.
All the thin coffins stored in the charity cemetery were broken open by the dead bodies and walked out of the cemetery.
I don’t know whether they were missing the village where they lived in their previous life, or whether they smelled the flesh and blood of living people, but all the dead bodies were moving in the same direction, trying to cross the mountain and reach the village on the other side.
But standing in their way was a pack of ferocious wolves.
A low roar squeezed out from the wild wolf's throat, and the wolves howled in the pack, one after another, as if the entire forest was angry at the corpse's actions.
The dark green eyeballs floated up and down in the darkness, staring at the corpse that walked into the forest and refusing to look away.
He was a person with deep sins, and he was the one who killed their companions.
The wolves were grieved, but they did not retreat at all.
They stood in front of their dead companions, then roared and rushed towards the corpses, their eyes ferocious and filled with dark green murderous intent.
The dead body also opened its lifeless and turbid eyes and its bloody mouth, revealing fangs that were yellow and mixed with pus and blood.
The forest, which had been quiet just a moment ago, suddenly became noisy, and angry roars echoed through the valley.
The order given by the leader wolf is to defend the forest to the death.
As long as they are still alive, they will never allow any corpses to cross the mountains and forests to the village on the other side.
The wolves knew very well that there were living people staying in the village on the other side.
Those people were companions of the exorcist who came here to help rescue the wronged souls.
Since the ghost exorcists are rescuing the kind souls they have been protecting, then the ghost exorcists' companions should be protected by them!
The wolf's dark green eyes were bright and sharp, and it moved forward firmly.
Outside the village on the other side of the mountain, the leader wolf stood high on the wall and also heard the roars coming from the forest.
It immediately raised its head and turned its head sharply to look at the mountains hidden in the dark mist.
Amid the howling of the wolves, the leader was slightly stunned.
But it quickly came to its senses, jumped off the wall, and rushed into the group of corpses that filled the courtyard.
The silver-gray figure was extremely conspicuous in the moonlight and almost immediately caught everyone's attention.
After seeing the figure of the wolf leader clearly, everyone immediately shouted out in surprise.
"The wolf just now is back again!"
"Great, we're saved now!"
"This wolf must have been called by Brother Yan, otherwise why would it come back? I thought it had left."
With the addition of the alpha wolf, the corpses that were just besieging the guests were immediately diverted and began to deal with the alpha wolf.
Even if some of the corpses still insisted on rushing towards the house, they were slapped back by the wolf leader, who sneered and slapped the corpses back into the yard, forcing them to face it.
This instantly relieved the guests' pressure. They were no longer as tense as before and even dared not breathe too heavily.
The variety show star immediately leaned against the wall exhausted, panting and feeling that he had completed all the exercise in his life tonight.
“When I get back, I’m afraid even marathons and triathlons won’t be a problem for me.” The variety show star muttered in a trance.
Bai Shuang, who had just been holding on to the big iron pot tightly, finally had some time to catch his breath.
She lowered her head and saw that her hands, which were holding the iron pot, had been rubbed raw. Her palms were covered in blood, and the blood was flowing down her arms, soaking her shirt.
The palm, without the protection of skin, had even begun to stick to the iron pan.
Bai Shuang was in so much pain that she was trembling even as she tried to let go of the iron pan. She endured the pain and hardened her heart as she slowly tore her hand off the handle of the iron pan.
At that moment, the sharp pain made her break out in cold sweat on her forehead and her vision went dark.
An Nanyuan, who was still standing next to Bai Shuang and was closest to her, noticed that her breathing was unstable, so he quickly reached out and pulled her up to prevent her from falling.
"Bai Shuang? What happened to you?"
An Nanyuan looked at Bai Shuang in astonishment, frightened by her pale face: "Were you scratched by those corpses outside!"
When he asked this question, An Nanyuan's mind automatically started playing the zombie movies he had seen. He then began to wonder if Bai Shuang had been infected by the corpse poison, whether she would also become a zombie, and whether she would soon mutate and come to catch people...
An Nanyuan quickly put down the portrait in his hand, which he used as a weapon, and looked nervously into the kitchen of the house, wanting to see if there was any glutinous rice.
But even though he was panicking like a dog, he was still trying to comfort Bai Shuang: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'll go find you some glutinous rice. If it doesn't work, we can see if there is a dog. We can borrow some blood from the dog, it shouldn't be a problem."
However, Annanyuan's trembling voice still exposed his true emotions.
Bai Shuang was in so much pain that he broke out in cold sweats, but when he heard An Nanyuan's words, he still felt a question mark pop up above his head.
She even wondered if her brain had become dull because of the pain. Otherwise, why couldn't she understand An Nanyuan's words?
It was several beats late before Bai Shuang realized what An Nanyuan meant, and she was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"...You don't think I'm going to turn into a zombie, do you? What a ridiculous and bloody movie. An Nanyuan, you should watch fewer movies."
Bai Shuang looked at An Nanyuan helplessly, showing him her bloody palm, which even faintly revealed the white bones, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I make a living with my voice, not a doctor or a pianist, so it's no problem if my hand is injured."
An Nanyuan looked down and was shocked by Bai Shuang's injuries at first, then he realized that he had been thinking wrongly.
He suddenly felt embarrassed and scratched his head, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere and said, "That's good, haha, haha."
However, when An Nanyuan raised his hand, Bai Shuang discovered that his sleeves were also stained with a large amount of blood, and it was spreading upwards.
When leaving the southwest, Annanyuan changed into a white sweater, so it was particularly conspicuous now that it was stained with blood.
Bai Shuang quickly asked with concern: "Are you injured?"
An Nanyuan: “?”
He followed Bai Shuang's gaze and discovered blood on his sweater. He was shocked by himself.
When he put his hand down, he saw that his palm was also bloody, and there was even sawdust mixed in the wound.
Because Annanyuan's weapon was the portrait, and he was not very good at using this unsuitable "weapon", he could only grab the portrait frame by brute force and attack the corpse without caring whether he was injured or not.
When a person's nerves are tense, all his attention is focused on what is in front of him. He cannot see his own condition at all, and even the pain of injury is blocked out.
It was not until I relaxed and was reminded by Bai Shuang that I realized the pain was spreading back.
An Nanyuan suddenly felt that his palms and tendons were twitching in pain, and the bones and muscles were surging in his rolled up skin and flesh, as if another alien was trying to break through his skin and flesh and drill out.
An Nanyuan: “QAQ!”
Bai Shuang: "…What are you imagining now? Don't cry, hold it back!"
Because of the intense defense just now, the guests were all injured to varying degrees.
They were not the kind of people like Yan Shixun who exercised every day without slacking off. Except for Zhao Zhen, who had been playing supporting roles for many years and had thick skin and flesh, the rest of the guests had their palms worn out and their bodies were covered with bruises and scrapes.
But they did not have time to treat their wounds. After taking a breath and resting, they immediately cheered themselves up, returned to the window, and continued fighting with the corpses.
Nantian climbed out of the window a little clumsily and jumped into the yard.
The moment Nantian's footsteps landed on the ground, the wolf leader's gaze shot towards him like lightning, with a look of reproach in it, as if he was looking at a naughty cub.
Nantian quickly raised his hand and explained: "Let me help you, it will be faster this way!"
Fearing that he would be rejected by the leader wolf, Nan Tian added: "When Brother Yan left, he told me that the safety of the others would be temporarily entrusted to me while he was away. Now there is danger, I cannot retreat."
"Brother Yan trusts me. If you were called by Brother Yan to protect us, you should also try to trust me."
The leader wolf looked Nantian up and down, revealing disdain in a very human expression.
As a hardworking male star, Nantian also has a muscular body and is considered strong in the entertainment industry. His abdominal muscle photos are forwarded very frequently and even became a hot topic, making fans go crazy.
But in the eyes of the leader wolf, it is not good enough at all.
...He also said that he believed that the cub, whose arms and legs were thinner than even those of a rabbit, would have starved to death in the winter and would not be able to catch a single rabbit if he had not been protected by that young man.
The leader wolf looked at Nantian steadily, but still shook its big silver-gray tail and turned its head away, as if it agreed to Nantian to join it in dealing with the dead bodies in the yard.
——After all, it’s rare for a cub to have some motivation, so as a parent you should also give some encouragement.
The head wolf's fluffy ears trembled, and he felt that this batch of cubs was really difficult to lead.
Tsk.
After getting the nod, Nantian immediately trotted happily to the leader wolf, holding the fabric hanging on his chest in one hand and waving a shovel in the other. He followed behind the leader wolf, waiting for the leader wolf to bite the corpse half to death and then let him go. Then he would shovel one by one, and the corpse would fall to the ground immediately.
There is a tendency towards forming assembly line operation.
The guests who stayed in the house were stunned when they saw this scene.
But with such cooperation, the corpses in the yard fell one after another, and soon covered a large area.
But before Nantian could feel happy, he suddenly heard the howling of a wild wolf coming from a distance.
The voice was weak and trembling, not as majestic as before, but instead sounded like a warning of death.
Before taking his last breath, he risked his life to warn his companions.
The leader wolf raised his head alertly, stepped on the bloody flesh and bones, and looked up at the mountains, forests and fields outside the yard.
Nantian didn't understand the wild wolves' warning, but the leader wolf knew very well what his companions were saying.
It slowly opened its mouth, revealing its fangs. There was a ferocious fighting spirit between its wrinkled facial features. Its dark green eyes were extraordinarily bright, burning with anger.
But soon, Nantian knew what this meant.
…A strange dead body appeared outside the gate of the courtyard.
Nantian saw that the corpse was wearing a shroud, and the hands and feet exposed from the clothes had rotted away to the point that only dry bones were left, but the head was intact.
He could even distinguish the facial features of the corpse.
However, the shroud on the corpse was stained with blood, which dripped at his feet. Even his mouth and face were covered with blood, and there were a few strands of gray hair stuck to his face.
Nantian was stunned for a moment, then he realized where the corpse had just gone and the possible owner of the blood.
He immediately looked at the wolf leader worriedly.
The paw pads stepped lightly and silently into the pool of blood.
In the moonlight, the wolf's nimble and smooth body looked like a silver-gray arrow, shooting rapidly towards the corpse outside the door.
Wolves respect strength, and the strongest one is the alpha wolf.
As the leader of the entire wolf pack, it possesses strength and a huge body far beyond that of the wolf pack, and its terrifying explosive power is enough to tear any prey into pieces.
And now, the leader wolf was shocked and angry, and his strength surged out without reservation. His sharp claws pointed straight at the crown of the dead body while he roared.
“Bang!”
The corpse's head exploded like fireworks, and red and white fragments flew all over the beautiful fur of the leader wolf.
It raised its head coldly and looked around.
Outside the courtyard, dead bodies dressed in shrouds and covered in blood slowly approached the courtyard, appearing to be surrounding it.
The leader wolf slowly lowered its body, growling and neighing in its throat, its dark green eyes looking around at the enemy fiercely.
…
In the dark and empty cave, there was nothing else except the two people.
Ye Li hugged his lover tightly, unwilling to let go.
If possible, he even hoped that time would stop at this moment and not move forward any further, so that they could forget about everything in the world in this darkness and just exist as each other's lovers, with nothing being able to disturb them.
But the most unbearable thing is Ye Li's clarity of mind.
He knew very well that emotions would always only occupy a small part for his lover.
And this was what he gained by putting everything he had into it.
Yan Shixun's heart was filled with the world and the people. He would never shirk his responsibilities, and even the burdens that he could have easily refused were taken on his shoulders to support the world that was about to collapse.
Anyone who hinders Yan Shixun from fighting for the people is equivalent to standing against him.
——He is the only one who has managed to survive the evil spirit deep inside him, and is so trusted by the Tao that he is willing to entrust himself to the heaven and earth.
Although he was helpless, Ye Li knew that what he loved was such a brilliant and determined soul. Therefore, he would never let Yan Shixun face the pain of having to make a choice. His lover only needed to do what he wanted to do, and leave the rest to him.
How could he bear to see Yan Shixun in pain?
Ye Li gritted his teeth and endured the trial, took over the power from the Dao, accepted his past self, and took charge of the world.
Then, return to Yan Shixun's side.
He couldn't stand even a moment's separation.
Ye Li especially cherishes Yan Shixun's feelings for her, and will not test this hard-earned love.
Even though he was reluctant to let go, he only gently rubbed his lover's neck, gently sucked the blood that oozed from the teeth marks, and gave her the last kiss with great care.
Then, she reluctantly let go of the arms that were around Yan Shixun.
But what was strange was that, based on Ye Li's understanding of Yan Shixun, it would have been more in line with Yan Shixun's character for him to turn around and hit him. However, after being released, Yan Shixun still stood stiffly in the same place, motionless, without any reaction.
……Um?
Ye Li was confused, and the first thought that came to his mind was, could it be that Shi Xun was injured and he didn't notice?
But he immediately rejected this possibility.
Before he came back from the trial, he had already gained perception of the remains because he had accepted his past self and made a completely different choice after the battle of Fengdu a thousand years ago.
So, when Yan Shixun approached the coffin, Ye Li also noticed his existence and weakness, so the power rushed to Yan Shixun, filling his meridians and healing his serious injuries and exhaustion.
Logically speaking, Yan Shixun would not have any more wounds.
Ye Li frowned slightly and was about to step forward to ask, but suddenly, he thought of something as if he had a flash of inspiration, and he smiled with understanding.
Shy Shi Xun is also very cute.
Fortunately, the cave was dark, so Yan Shixun's slightly red cheeks were perfectly hidden in it, and no one saw this scene.
He quickly calmed down, and when he turned around and looked at Ye Li a moment later, he had regained his usual calm and sharp demeanor.
"Let's go."
Yan Shixun said softly: "Heaven and earth are waiting for us."
Ye Li nodded and responded without hesitation: "Okay."
As the ghost's words fell, a strong wind suddenly rose from under his feet and blew across the empty cave. The sharp wind blades shattered the rugged stone walls, and rocks fell with loud noises. The entire cave began to shake like an earthquake.
The spots of light that scattered from the coffin gathered towards Ye Li from all directions under the influence of the strong wind, blowing up his long robe that reached the ground, and his hair fluttered in the air, but they could not hide his sharp eyebrows and eyes.
When he raised his head and looked forward, it seemed as if he had penetrated the entire cave and was looking straight at the road in the void.
The Lord of Fengdu took a step forward, slowly raised his hand and pointed to the sky.
"Your Majesty——"
When Ye Li's voice rang out, heaven and earth stopped for a moment.
Time froze, the air stopped flowing, the Avenue lowered its eyes here, and the restrictions of the burial place of ghosts and gods were instantly released, accepting the human world and re-merging into the heaven and earth.
"The thirty-three heavenly gods are under my command, marching along the Five Mountains, and the eight seas know and hear. The Yuanshi descends, and the true text is born and spreads..."①
The entire earth began to shake violently. Although there was no rain in the dark sky, there was faint sound of thunder and lightning behind the high clouds.
Strong winds blew violently from the earth, spreading from east to west, covering the north and south, and black fog was everywhere.
Many people were awakened from their sleep by the violent shaking and asked in panic whether it was an earthquake.
But more Taoist disciples hurriedly put on their clothes and stood up, looking in astonishment at the drastically changing stars in the night sky.
The Taoist priest muttered something, calculated with his hands, and frowned.
In the southwest, Taoist Priest Li looked up at the sky in astonishment and shouted in disbelief: "The Great Dao has changed?"
"How is that possible!"
All changes were concealed by the tremors in the darkness.
The Dao bowed its head gently, released its own restrictions, and allowed the power from Fengdu to approach the void.
While in the cave, Ye Li's expression remained calm, and his deep voice was extremely penetrating, echoing repeatedly among the stone walls of the cave.
"I make light light, I make darkness dark; I make east east, I make west west, I make south south, I make north north; the gods of heaven and earth follow me; those who do not follow me shall perish like dust; the rivers, sun, moon, mountains, seas and stars are in my palms..."①
With every syllable scattered in the air, Yan Shixun could feel the great changes in the avenue.
Between heaven and earth, the Great Dao was rapidly weakening, but at the same time, another force was rapidly rising up, powerfully supporting the blue sky, and not causing the yin and yang of heaven and earth to be disordered for a moment.
The source of that power...
Yan Shixun slowly looked towards Ye Li in front of him.
The strong wind messed up his hair, and his sight towards Ye Li was cut into countless small pieces, his eyes were sore.
The tall figure stood in front, as strong and reliable as a mountain, and never wavered at all.
And under Ye Li's palm, the golden light was shining brightly.
It was like a golden crow falling to the ground and exploding with a loud bang.
"boom--!!!"
With a loud bang, violent force spread in all directions.
The strong wind blew up Ye Li's robe, making a loud sound like a roar.
But there was no sign of movement in Ye Li's eyes, and his bony hands continued to suppress the power calmly, not letting the huge ball of light escape from him for even a second.
He slowly turned around, slowly stretched out his other palm, and reached out to Yan Shixun behind him.
"Shi Xun."
Ye Li called his lover in a gentle tone.
He looked at Yan Shixun intently, as if the world was obliterated and only Yan Shixun remained in his field of vision.
Ye Li's eyes were like spring water waves: "The Great Dao is three thousand, the blue sky is ninety thousand miles, and it will last for thousands of years. However, the Great Dao is lonely."
"May I have the honor to travel with you?"
Yan Shixun stared at the hand that was waiting for him to hold it, then he walked forward with a smile and placed his hand in Ye Li's hand.
"Can."
"The world is vast and lonely. But you have me."
"I have you by my side along the way, so I have no regrets."
Ye Li slowly tightened his grip, held his lover's hand, and refused to let go.
He looked at Yan Shixun for a long time and then laughed.
"I am lucky to have you."
What you say must be followed by what you do.
At the moment when Ye Li finished speaking, heaven and earth witnessed that the ghosts and gods broke through the shackles that had been in place for a long time.
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