I want to see the sunrise
Wang Xue leaped up, and a white-golden-haired monster several times larger than usual appeared out of thin air. It bit off a vine with a ferocious bite, and red blood flowed out of the broken vine. The Shura ghost howled like a ghost.
Sheng Zhi, who had been observing for a long time, saw the opportunity and pounced on it, trying to kill it while it was weak. With a flick of her sharp claws, she directly used the Black Tiger Heart-Digger technique, gouging out all the flesh into the vines. Bloody juice immediately spurted out, staining half of his face with blood spots.
Sheng Zhi sensed something and licked her lips with a wicked smile, her little fangs showing, "I found you."
The vines twisted wildly, ignoring the serious injuries to themselves, and directed all their attacks towards Sheng Zhi. They twisted the vines to try to swallow Sheng Zhi together.
However, it was too late. Sheng Zhi turned into a black cat and dug in with all three claws, tearing its skin and flesh apart.
Sheng Zhi grabbed it tightly and pulled it out with force, then rolled over neatly to use the force to move away. The huge vine lost control of its main body and fell to the ground with a loud bang, quickly beginning to turn yellow, wither and rot.
"Black and White Impermanence?!" Wang Xue turned back into human form and fell to the ground. Her ears, which she had not had time to retract, trembled. She watched the Black and White Impermanence, who were full of yin energy, approaching Xie Qi. She turned around and wanted to rush over to help, but was stopped by Sheng Zhi.
"Isn't this a no-man's land? How come they appear here?" Wang Xue was confused and shocked.
The so-called "four no-ones" are: heaven doesn't care, earth doesn't care, gods don't care, and the authorities don't care.
Heaven does not care refers to the laws of nature in all worlds, Earth does not care refers to the underworld's messengers, the god of death, the soul-guiding messengers and the like, God does not care refers to the gods from all directions, and as for the authorities, it refers to the Space-Time Administration.
After the intersection of time and space was recaptured, it has been a private territory with its own rules. The Administration can ask the intersection to cooperate, but it cannot directly cross the intersection and act on its own. Otherwise, it can be regarded as a provocation by the Administration, and the intersection has the right to pursue responsibility.
Although the Underworld is a listed group with a long history and branches in multiple worlds, Heibai Wuchang are senior executives of the Underworld.
But according to the regulations, no matter whether the patient has arrived at the appointed time or not, they are absolutely not allowed to enter the hospital.
"Don't be nervous. The hospital will only open the door to its owner. At the junction, the hospital owner is the boss." Sheng Zhi said as he snapped his fingers at the small ball of light that was caught but still not obedient and tried to struggle and escape from his hand.
Sheng Zhi didn't know what Xie Qi was up to, but he trusted the hospital. After all...
"It's alive."
——
"Shen Jiayan, it's time for the injection!" Feng Qiwu strode over, and at the end she broke into a jog. Her face was extremely pale and ugly, and she tried hard to maintain her calm appearance. Only her trembling hands as she tore open the syringe packaging bag several times revealed her unusualness.
It is said that doctors are racing against death, but the same is true for rescuing non-humans.
A few days ago, Feng Qiwu was at the station at the foot of the mountain and had to rescue a mixed-race wolf boy who was suddenly ill. At that time, the Grim Reaper was standing beside him, holding a sickle and counting the seconds, and a ghost with chains came behind him.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds and then started arguing.
The foreign Grim Reaper's skull had blue will-o'-the-wisp flickering in its two eyes. He spoke with a southern accent, "What are you doing here? This is a werewolf. We're in charge."
"Oh, we only look at nationality, not breed." The ghost messenger showed no intention of leaving and said, "Anyway, you gods of death and ghosts have freedom of movement and only work eight hours a day. We must complete the performance assigned by our superiors, so just let me have my way." In the end, the two of them... or it would be more appropriate to say, two ghosts, reached an agreement, "Forget it, how about this, after he dies, we will all take his soul away at the same time, and whoever gets it will own it.
But in the end, the two of them discussed it in vain, and Feng Qiwu saved the patient under their burning gaze.
"They're not going to die?" The two ghosts sighed and dispersed to carry out other tasks.
With the development of medical technology, many people who should have died are rescued and brought back to life, and their lives are extended. Some live for three to five days, and some for more than ten to twenty years. They can only pull the souls of the dead whose bodies are completely dead. If they accidentally pull the souls of the living, it is an accident.
Therefore, as long as the person is not completely dead, the Black and White Impermanence cannot take action.
But now, Feng Qiwu's hands, which would not shake even after performing a ten-hour operation, began to tremble. She was afraid because this was her last chance.
She clenched and unclenched her hands, trying to calm herself.
The frail Shen Jiayan firmly grasped Feng Qiwu's wrist with one hand and removed the spiritual energy conversion mask from his face with the other. He shook his head, his voice becoming older, "Enough."
"Don't you know better than anyone that I'm beyond help?"
Feng Qiwu's hand trembled. She held his withered hand tightly and shook her head desperately, but her voice was choked with sobs when she opened her mouth.
"No, no... You can't die... If you die, you will bear the sin and will never have a good death in your lifetime..." Her voice trembled. She couldn't bear to continue, so she bent down and rested her head on his arm, unable to straighten up for a long time.
It was a spring more than two hundred years ago. The dynasty was at its peak and then declined, wars were repeated, and there was gunfire everywhere.
One day, the young Shen Jiayan picked up a beautiful, sparkling branch, brought it home, and took good care of it. It grew from a bare branch into a towering tree.
This is Feng Qiwu. She slowly sprouted from a small branch, and then one day, she fell to the ground and turned into a human.
Shen Jiayan gave her this name at first simply because she was precious and expensive.
The World Tree, which contains sacred power and is the mother tree that carries the life of the elves, was brought to this world due to an unexpected overlap of time and space. Shen Jiayan, who accidentally found it, was assigned a task by heaven to send the World Tree back to where it was originally supposed to go.
At that time, Shen Jiayan was still a teenager. Indulging in temporary novelty, he delayed returning the World Tree. However, he did not know that there was a difference in flow speed between the two worlds.
A ten-minute delay here is ten years there.
The elves depended on the World Tree. Without the World Tree, the elves were in a bleak state. Coincidentally, the World War occurred and dragons invaded the forest. The souls of the elves who died in the war had nowhere to go and could not return to the tree to reincarnate. In the end, they could only scatter between heaven and earth.
Despite their best efforts, the tragedy had already happened, and all of this was converted into karmic sins, weighing on Shen Jiayan's shoulders, to be settled after his lifetime.
From that time on, Shen Jiayan's health began to deteriorate. Feng Qiwu was determined to save him and tried to go against the will of heaven. Her excessive obsession caused her sacred power, which was originally full of vitality, to be polluted to the present state.
Shen Jiayan stroked her long, dry, yellow hair, his eyes filled with heartache. "You've done enough. Even if you leave now, I will die without regrets."
Feng Qiwu raised her head and was about to say no when she heard Shen Jiayan suddenly laugh, "No breathing, no heartbeat, no temperature... I heard that vampires don't have tears either."
"If," he paused before saying, "I mean if there is another life, let's be together forever."
"I'm leaving now. Don't look back. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."
——
In the courtyard on the first floor, Shen Jiayan sat down on a chair and looked at the flowers in full bloom in the yard. Xie Qi handed the bank card to the Black and White Impermanence, "Thank you both for helping with the show today."
Shen Jiayan paid for the talisman and the money to invite the ghost messenger. Xie Qi was only responsible for activating the talisman. He did not expect that the people who came were the legendary Black and White Impermanence.
I couldn't help but take another look at them. No matter whether they had fierce faces with cold brows or smiling faces, they were full of gloomy aura. Wherever they went, the temperature of the air automatically dropped by five degrees, like two walking air conditioners.
"You can come back to us next time if you pay for it." Xie Bian took the card with a smile. "This place is rare. We can charge a lower price. We'll give you a 20% discount."
"Next time for sure." Xie Qi felt that there would not be a next time.
After seeing off the two ghost messengers, Xie Qi walked to the chair and sat down next to Shen Jiayan.
The body and soul of the person in front of him finally merged, transforming into the appearance Xie Qi had first seen.
When he took out his bank card, Xie Qi knew that he was the old man he had met before. At the same time, he also realized what Lu Xuezhou said, "Money can make the devil turn the mill, and power can make the mill turn the devil."
Xie Qi summoned the underworld officials and asked them to act out a scene and pretend to take Shen Jiayan away. The line by Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu, "If you don't die now, we in the underworld will no longer be in charge of you," was also carefully designed by Shen Jiayan.
He and Feng Qiwu have known each other for so many years, and he knows best what kind of words can touch her heart.
Even though this sentence has been beautified.
The truth should be that Shen Jiayan, who has completely turned into a vampire, is no longer under the jurisdiction of the underworld. Vampires have no afterlife, and his death is the complete extinction of his body and soul.
The blood of the original vampire Anna is indeed the only way, and the success rate is less than 1%. Even if it succeeds, Shen Jiayan's current body is not strong enough to withstand the transformation, and the side effects will make Shen Jiayan spend the rest of his life in extreme pain.
——These are what Yan Xizhao told Xie Qi. It is rumored that he came to this hospital to study Anna, but he does not seem to be a vampire.
"I'm sorry, my wife has caused trouble for the hospital today." Shen Jiayan apologized weakly, "After I leave and she calms down, you can talk to her about compensation. Don't worry, we will bear the responsibility and we will not shirk responsibility."
"That's good." Xie Qi was indeed relieved. After all, repairing the damaged family building was not a small amount of money.
He turned and asked politely, "Is there anything else you want to do now?"
"I want to see the sunrise again. It's been over a hundred years, and I've almost forgotten what the sun looks like." Shen Jiayan said, looking at the night sky, then turned around and smiled, "But I know it's impossible. It's midnight now."
Before he finished speaking, dawn broke, the early morning sunlight illuminated the mountains and forests red, and the sun slowly rose from the horizon.
The skin felt burning, but the piercing pain made Shen Jiayan happy.
At the end of the dissipation, he sighed softly, "I suddenly feel a little regretful. You are the last person to watch the sunrise with me."
The vampire was reduced to ashes by the sunlight, and his last tear was being burned and evaporated, erasing every trace of his existence.
An idea suddenly popped up in Xie Qi's mind: he didn't want it to disappear just like that.
After a brief sunrise, the hospital fell into a long and silent night again. He stretched out his hand, and the tear fell into his palm, condensing into a bead, half of which was transparent, and the other half looked like a burn mark of fire.
Xie Qi gave the bead to Feng Qiwu.
At that time, the woman was sitting on a bench in the hospital. She realized why and didn't look up for a long time.
Only the flowers in full bloom in the yard suddenly closed their buds, as if silently mourning for someone.
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