"Don't follow me! Stay away from me!" he shouted as he ran. "I'll see you all after I find what I found!"
So, the group of four became a group of three, no, there was also a child sleeping.
Rather than saying he was asleep, it would be more accurate to say he was severely poisoned.
Ling Yi's face had turned bluish-purple, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered in winter, its skin and flesh frozen blue-purple.
His face was an unnatural bluish-purple, and the sweat on his palms had solidified into a thin layer of slush.
"Senior brother, junior brother won't die, will he? He's only been following Master for a few days. First Master had an accident, and now he's in trouble. I heard that when Master found him, he was being tortured by those cannibalistic children."
"He should be fine." Liang Si couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, then took out a quilt from her storage bag and wrapped him in it.
"Master..." the unconscious person murmured, "You're not dead, are you..."
Liang Si sighed, gently patting his back and patiently coaxing him, "You're not dead, you're still alive."
After he calmed down, Wang Xi asked, "What exactly is Senior Brother Yang doing?"
There were many trees planted at the exit, and only one straight path led to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Yang Wennan didn't take that route; he ran wildly through the woods, and you could only occasionally catch a glimpse of him on the path.
His back grew increasingly hunched, and he was already carrying several boxes covered with talismans on his back. Wang Xi found it increasingly strange. "Senior brother, the first box contains hand bones, and the rest..."
As if she had just realized something, she thought, "The rest... it can't be what I'm thinking, can it?"
"I guess so."
She remained silent for a long time, her face growing even more haggard. "But why, why would the forbidden area of the Thousand Swallow Clan do such a thing?"
"How should I know?" Liang Si sighed. He looked back and, whether it was his imagination or not, he felt a gaze fixed on him from the exit. "You and Xiao Yi can squeeze in and take a nap."
"I..." Wang Xi wanted to say that she couldn't sleep, but seeing Liang Si's unyielding gaze, she resignedly crawled into the covers. "Senior brother, junior brother is so cold!"
"Don't speak, wait a moment."
"What's wrong?" Although she was puzzled, she did as she was told. These two senior brothers, no, everyone except her, were becoming increasingly strange.
"Alright," Liang Si said.
The barrier has been set up; if there is anyone there, they will only be able to see him.
Her gaze kept sweeping over him, seemingly casually, carrying a deep chill, as if searching for something, before finally dissipating.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not looking at him, but at Ling Yi.
Ling Yi touched the box, and Yang Wennan was digging into it, so the thing was checking who had taken the box.
What exactly did Yang Wennan find out?
"Come here!" A voice rang out from afar, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible gaze. How should I warn him?
Liang Si couldn't figure it out, but the owner of that gaze moved, like a raging storm sweeping in from behind.
He had just picked up his sword when the storm had passed, and as if mocking him, the sword shattered into several pieces.
The wind and waves surged forward, and Wang Xi was startled by the noise. She wrapped Ling Yi in the blanket and cried out, "Senior Brother, is Senior Brother Yang alright? Let's go! Quick! Let's go check on him!"
"good."
Many people believe that a swordsman's sword is his second life, but like Wen Jinge, a sword is useless if it can't be used.
He wasn't heartbroken about the sword; he took out two more swords from his storage bag to match it before following Wang Xi in pursuit.
On the ground were about a dozen boxes, all covered with locks. Judging from the patterns and the degree of decay on the boxes, they were buried at different times.
“The Hundred Ghosts Feast.” Yang Wennan gasped for breath, as if he had asthma. “I thought, cough cough cough, that the Hundred Ghosts Feast was something that Northern Demon Shadow had orchestrated. At the time, I even thought it was cruel.”
Yang Wennan looked at the blanket Wang Xi was carrying, which contained Ling Yi. "But I never expected that it was me who caused this. Senior Brother, tell me, isn't this a cruel twist of fate? Master died by destiny, and I... hehehe, I don't even know what I am."
"Senior Brother Yang, are you alright? What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Xi looked at him, puzzled.
This Senior Brother Yang seems like a completely different person.
Is fate truly inescapable?
Yang Wennan hadn't expected Liang Si to reply, but to her surprise, "she managed to escape."
Liang Si looked at the thunderclouds gradually gathering in the sky. Sure enough, when this secret was revealed, he would be doing something that Heaven would not allow.
However, this also indirectly confirms that even if this place is an illusion, it is still real.
"However, fate is no longer my concern." Liang Si laughed self-deprecatingly. "I wanted to participate, and at one point, I even envied you all."
"How do we change it?" Yang Wennan pointed to the ground.
There was a skeleton he had pieced together. "Thirteen boxes, thirteen corpses. Do you know why it's thirteen?"
Because the Soul Clan used to be called the Thirteen Moons Clan, and the Hundred Ghosts Banquet originated from the Soul Clan, although... at that time I didn't know that I actually had the mark of the Soul Clan on my body.
These thirteen people were none other than myself in the past.
He looked at the pavilion in the middle of the lake again, and in the lightning, he could vaguely see several black shadows appearing there. "They are waiting for me. The core of the Thirteenth Formation is me."
He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "Master is gone, and it's time for me to go too. You... keep going, you'll always find a way out."
Yang Wennan began walking towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake, where thirteen wronged souls cheered and jumped for joy, as if welcoming his arrival.
"Senior brother." Ling Yi stretched out his small hand from under the covers, squinting his eyes. "You, don't you think I look familiar? I, I just remembered it in my dream, but after waking up, I, I forgot it again."
Yang Wennan paused slightly, looking at the child, "The Soul Clan...enemy..."
Many years ago, during that snowstorm, the Soul Clan seemed to be fighting against something—yes, people with horns on their heads. He didn't know who they were now. "White Deer? Let's leave! It's safe to go back the way we came."
"Senior Brother Yang!" Wang Xi called out to him again, "I invited you here because I was moved by the scene, not to help the wicked. I can't bear to watch you fall into a desperate situation for me! Besides, it's not the right time yet! I, Wang Xi, don't need your pity."
Before anyone knew it, she had already raised her bow and arrows, and a rain of arrows flew out, one after another. "You taught me how to use arrows with real fire. Today, I will use them to teach you the rules of Qianyan."
Those who provoke me shall die!
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