Chapter 110 Blood Sacrifice

There is almost no rainy season in Peicheng, and there have been severe droughts for many years, which is incomparable with the natural beauty of Dian City.

There is a huge temperature difference between day and night. Sleeping in a tent, Tu Minglang could feel the coldness of the people around him. There was no defense, and even if it was cold, he didn't waste any effort to set up a fire, relying on the little bit of heat he curled up to warm Momo's body.

Tu Minglang couldn't help but quietly turned around and glanced at Zhang Sheng's increasingly frail figure. He had been feeding Momo with blood in the past few months. This was also the method they learned from the ghost exorcist of Peicheng City.

The location here is remote, and it is common to contract serious diseases or be attacked by wild beasts. In places where there is a lack of water sources, it is also common for villages to fight over an underground water source. Exorcism is not as vicious as witchcraft, so they visit the family with the most powerful witchcraft.

Zhang Sheng often turned his back to him, looking at Momo's lingering evil spirit. Maybe the blood sacrifice was really effective and the power of the curse was getting smaller and smaller.

Momo could speak more and occasionally help them carry firewood. There was a smile on Zhang Sheng's face, but it soon disappeared like ripples on water.

"Jigang, I'll go outside to get some firewood." Tu Minglang stood up and crossed Zhang Sheng, being careful not to touch his body, because the space in the tent was too small.

Zhang Sheng came to his senses when he heard someone talking. Lying in such an awkward position always reminded him of the night of the wake, when he was cautious and dodged, and Cui Yu was lying next to him, with heat coming from his body...

He always persuaded himself at that time that the two people's out-of-bounds behavior was due to adolescence. He is so ignorant that he has no idea what love is and has no right to love. He didn't understand his biological father's evil deeds, and he was still frightened by the ghosts that appeared in the open space, as if his future had been destroyed as early as the moment he was born, when he was stillborn.

He hugged Momo and carefully bent his legs, then pulled the quilt: "No, the old wizard said that blood with too much yang energy cannot be used in blood sacrifices. This is suitable for me now. Grandpa has always been for Momo when he was alive. I can't let him down by returning to his original state."

Tu Minglang didn't know how to respond.

Zhang Sheng was able to disinfect his lover in order to save Zhu Cheng. His psychological quality must be extraordinary and he didn't need any advice at all. But Tu Minglang just felt sorry for Zhang Sheng. The closer he got to the end of the blood sacrifice, the more he worried that after Momo returned to normal, this man might lose his last thought of living.

He pushed Zhang Sheng: "You brat, tell me the truth. When Momo recovers, you will leave him to me and leave..."

"Shh."

Zhang Sheng smiled, but his expression Hidden under the quilt, unable to see clearly.

"Brother Tu, we have known each other for so many years. You also know that I don't like to lie. Why don't you go to bed and play truth or dare?"

Tu Minglang sat down slowly, crossed his legs facing Zhang Sheng, and recalled Past events: "Hey, I had a dream yesterday, and I dreamed that that bastard Cui Yu threw my package out of the bus without saying a word. It was a treasure that I had collected for many years... In the dream, I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, but why I can't speak or shout. This man is like a ghost and I can't catch him..."

Zhang Sheng stuck his head out and interrupted him suddenly: "You must have missed him."

Then Tu Minglang heard. After a sentence that made him feel heartbroken, Zhang Sheng sighed softly: "...I dream about him every day."

He didn't cry or fuss, and even his breathing was normal.

Zhang Sheng looked so calm, as if Ni Shisan's departure was painless, but Tu Minglang understood the boy's state of mind best, as if half of his life was gone, and now he was only hanging on for a breath.

He watched Zhang Sheng slowly close his eyes, the corners of his eyes were as clear as frost at night, and his voice was hoarse: "...You don't want to listen to the truth. In fact, what I hate and fear most now is that others will know that I am a descendant of the Zhang family. , What a genius exorcist, Xun Baishan is worried about ghosts."

Tu Minglang remained quiet and listened to him quietly.

"At that time, Shisan told me that my grandfather used his own life to spy on the future. He must become an evil god, and I must kill him with my own hands. If I don't do this, my grandfather's death will be in vain. My father and grandfather His life was lost in vain, and people in Zhucheng and even Hua Kingdom still live in fear all day long..."

Zhang Sheng did not dare to open his eyes, fearing that the bloodshot eyes would be seen.

"I actually don't deserve the title of hero. I didn't really want to save the entire country, and I didn't care about the reputation of the Zhang family. My idea at the time was to drop everything and follow him. Talent, bloodline, responsibility... I understand all these. , but it can't be overcome... I love him selfishly."

The quilt was finally completely wet, which could slightly relieve the severe pain in Zhang Sheng's heart. He hated all prophecies, knowing that they would eventually happen, but still unwilling to believe them.

I want to resist, I want to curse, but I am reluctant to be pushed towards the future.

Zhang Sheng was a little embarrassed and didn't want to disturb the sleeping Momo, so he said: "...Brother Tu, please give Momo a hug tonight. Wait a few days and promise me to return to Zhucheng no matter whether this can happen or not. An Ran needs you, my mother... I should go back for my mother's sake."

Tu Minglang suddenly got angry: "I know! I know you will go back, but you are living like a year... following you all the way to Peicheng. If others don't know, I know best, and you will never have a good day. Ji Gang, can't you just trust him? How can you die so easily? He, he can't bear to let you go!"

The wind in the mountains is blowing ! The tent rattled for a while.

Tu Minglang was not sure whether Zhang Sheng heard his words, and lamented: "Oh, sometimes I really want to share a little pain for you. You said that you two were still young when you were in Li Village and didn't dare to express your feelings and love. After finally dating when we reached adulthood, we were harassed by evil spirits and forced to separate. When Cui Yu went abroad, the only thing he talked to me about was you. I could imagine how he was suffering, but that fool didn't know anything. He said, "I thought I could handle it!"

He tucked the corner of the quilt tightly and said, "Ji Gang! Brother is serious. Rather than seeing you like this, it's better to persevere. I don't believe he's dead. I support you in finding him." Anyway, Auntie is still young, so we can help you take care of her. Come back occasionally when you are tired, and don't give up."

When he raised his eyes, Zhang Sheng sniffed and said in a low voice, "We just met, and you still scolded us. He's so gay...and he supports me so much now."

Tu Minglang's eyebrows trembled. Because his residence in Peicheng was uncertain and his unshaven appearance was worrying, he said with a smile: "Why, you are so vindictive. Don't forget where you were when he just returned to China. I told you, otherwise you two can get back together? No matter what, I will sit at the main table in the future, so you must not give up."

Zhang Sheng felt that the room suddenly became warmer, so he exposed his arms.

Tu Minglang: "I just don't know if he will still have memories when you find him. This is what I'm worried about. I'm really afraid that you two will become the old enemies of good and evil again."

There was a sound under the mattress, and Zhang Sheng suddenly turned over and turned his back. Facing Tu Minglang, he said: "I don't know. He has become an evil god. Even if he is resurrected, he will never remember me again. He remembers that he was once my accompanying magic weapon. Have you ever seen an evil god run away without destroying the world?" Come to have sex.”

Tu Minglang burst into laughter and joked at Zhang Sheng: "What if someone has a bad idea? I am a candidate for the evil god and the Lord of the Underworld, so it would be weird to come here to seduce you." Zhang Sheng

snorted . After hearing the sound, he realized that he had been led by Tu Minglang to fantasize about the resurrection of the Thirteenth, and he also felt that this was ridiculous. When the master died, he had a premonition that Yang Heime would never come back. Even if he was a close relative, he was accustomed to thinking that everyone would have their own destiny. Once they encountered a disaster that they could not overcome, they would never be able to overcome it. .

Just like he himself fell into a ghost cave, at that moment he also had the hallucination that death was approaching. He believed that he was bound to die without even the thought of resisting.

It was Ni Shisan who forcefully extended his life.

He always expected that a miracle would happen to this person.

Even if it costs him the loss of his five senses or his life span...he is willing to do so.

...

I'm fantasizing again.

It's better to rest early. We have to get Momo's blood tomorrow. I really can’t imagine how my grandfather endured the pain to take blood from his heart. Every time it was inserted, he needed to apply Qingming to assist in the healing. And his grandfather claimed to use the blood of executed prisoners to feed him, but he was afraid that someone would dissuade him from using his own blood. blood to feed his grandson.

Duan Juanjuan respected her grandfather very much and would not want the old man to suffer.

He placed Momo next to him and let her rest on the pillow on Tu Minglang's side. He closed his eyes and tried to put aside distracting thoughts and try to fall asleep, but he felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and his back was sweating.

He clicked his tongue and muttered to Tu Minglang: "...Brother Tu, did you light a fire?"

There was a crash, and the tent curtain was opened by the strong wind.

Zhang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and realized that Tu Minglang was nowhere to be seen, and a long and elongated figure seemed to be reflected outside, silent and refusing to respond to him.

He fumbled for the Sanqing tin staff, and there was an obvious crack on it. It had become moist after holding it in his hand for the past two years. He couldn't explain why the bone did not dissipate after killing the evil god, but it still left a trace. Think about it.

The moonlight shone coldly, Zhang Sheng blinked his eyes quickly in confusion, thinking about why it was so bright outside tonight, and it was not a day with a full moon.

A row of colorful square boxes reflected in his eyes, and flames kept shooting out into the sky. In the blink of an eye, dozens of gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky.

He was confused and looked up: "What...fireworks? Who would set off fireworks at this hour? What a ghost..."

"I'm not a ghost."

A lock of long hair swept past and stopped beside Zhang Sheng . down, causing a slight itching sensation. Looking down at the shadow, when the proportions returned to normal, it seemed to be a little taller than himself, and the outline was particularly familiar.

Zhang Sheng's neck was stiff and turned, his heart was throbbing, and he had difficulty breathing.

Ni Shisan came closer and smelled his scent, then raised his head slightly, held the teardrop that fell to his chin, licked his lips and said: "...Why are you crying? The first time you confessed, you said you didn't like flowers. The second time I asked for reconciliation, I bundled the reward into a gift. You said you deserved it. If you don’t like it when I propose with fireworks, then I will be very upset.”

“You...you’re back.

” " I miss you."

"Isn't this a dream? Thirteen, thirteen..."

"Have you ever seen a ghost or spirit in a dream?"

"Why are you back now? It's been two years. I thought you weren't. Will..."

"Stupid, I have to search for the scattered consciousness piece by piece. The last piece is here with you."

Zhang Sheng pinched himself abruptly, then raised his hands and shouted to the sky: "I like flowers the most. ! ——Where there are flowers, there is my favorite, favorite, favorite lover! ——"

*

Someone should remember that in 1819, when they saw the bloody Master walking out of Yin Yang Street, his face was full of joy. The road is far away, feeling lost.

In fact, what he regretted most was not being able to listen to Zhang Sheng's explanation of why he wanted to enter the underworld.

Xun Baishan used his connections to bring six aristocratic families to request to enter the underworld, but was restricted by the common fears and customs of the world, and failed.

The judge is clear and honest, has a breeze on his sleeves, and makes every judgment in the right direction.

The same goes for exorcising ghosts. It is most taboo to make mistakes when judging evil spirits and disinfecting them.

But people all make mistakes.

It’s time to move on from the past, look forward, and bravely face the future. We all have the freedom to pursue happiness.

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