Shen Xiwu nodded: Okay, Brother Xiwuxin.Shen Gurong smiled reluctantly.His mind was in a mess, and he felt as if he was having a big dream, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he ran.Huiwei City has been stable for thousands of years, how could it be that it suffered such a catastrophe in one day?
Shen Gurong didn't want to believe it, couldn't believe it.He tried his best to convince himself, and ran for a long time, until the screams of the whole city became quieter and quieter.After rushing into an alley, Shen Gurong looked blankly at the sea of fire around him.He went back to where he came.The lanterns float on the surface of the river, sparkling the river, and the years are quiet, and the purgatory scene on the shore is more and more creepy.Shen Gurong refused to believe it, and was about to leave again, but he heard a sound of breaking water from the river not far away.He stared blankly.On the surface of the river, a man stood on a small boat, looking at the Huiwei City that looked like purgatory with a blank face, and his body turned out to be translucent.Shen Gurong: Shen Gurong, who was afraid of ghosts, almost fainted directly.The gentleman was already standing behind him at some point, covering his eyes, and said lightly: That's a water ghost.Shen Gurong seemed to have found a sense of security, covered his husband's hand with a whimper, and said in a trembling voice: Didn't Mr. say that there are no ghosts, ghosts, gods and demons in this world?
The gentleman seemed to smile and said lightly: It's just that I didn't go back to the city.He protected Shen Gurong and Shen Fengxue behind him, and advised: Behind me, don't run around.Shen Gurong sneered: But my father, mother, brother, and gentleman sighed and said: They are all dead.Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, and for a moment thought that Mr. was joking.When did that gentleman, whose mouth was full of sage words, be able to spit out such cruel words without waves?
Dead and dead?
Shen Gurong stayed where he was, and even Shen Xiwu forgot to cry.The water ghost's boat couldn't get close to the shore, so he could only watch from a distance, and there were still traces of the magic circle in his hand that had just activated the "plague cultivator".Born by name, the Chosen One.He spoke to him, his voice hoarse as if he had gravel in his mouth.The gentleman turned his head to look at him and smiled gently: not enough to worry about.Also.Water Ghost Dao, today has passed, and there is no one in the world who guards the "Jing Shilu", and it is unknown to keep it secret.He stared at Mr. with gloomy eyes: Everyone who returns to the city will be slaughtered by the plague ghosts, even if you are cultivating in your body, you must not interfere with the cause and effect of the mortal world, otherwise you will be punished by the Heavenly Dao.Shen Gurong's face was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what they were talking about.The water ghost raised his sharp claws and said coldly: Hand over Jing Shilu, and I will spare your life.The gentleman smiled, he held the bamboo grate in his hand, and held it in a sword-like style, and his wide sleeves flew up, bringing up a faint burst of sandalwood.Jing Shilu is here.Sir, you can get it.The author has something to say: double more!
Shepherd: I hate it when men cry all the most.
[The master who wore the Jingshilu mentioned before, it doesn't mean that this world is Jingshilu, but the life in the book is Jingshilu!
]Chapter 116 The city is full of flames, and it was the first time in Shen Gurong's memory that he saw a picture that went against everything he knew in his life.Behind him was a raging fire that cut off all his way to life.In front of him was a battle between monks and ghost cultivators beyond his knowledge.Mr. is dressed in green clothes, holding a bamboo grate, pointing on the surface of the river with his toes, his face is like sinking water, and every move is full of sharp killing moves; And the water ghost seemed to turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, and the water in the river fell overwhelmingly with lanterns, as if it had fallen a heavy rain.And after the lantern hit the ground, the flame didn't shake for half a minute, and it was still scorching and burning.Shen Gurong hugged Shen Xiwu tightly, Shen Xiwu was still closing his eyes, hearing the strange voice in his ears, and said fearfully: Brother, can I open my eyes?
Shen Gurong's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he was stunned for a long time before nodding.Good.Only then did Shen Xiwu open his eyes and threw himself into his arms, choking and saying, "Brother, I'm afraid, when can we go home?"
Shen Gurong looked at her blankly, recalling Mr.
Fang Cai's words in his ears.They were all dead.All dead dead?
There was a violent buzz in Shen Gurong's ears.He had lived sixteen years, and the most violent thunder he had ever seen in his life could not be compared to one ten-thousandth of the sound in his ears at this time.The mouth of the heart seemed to be empty, and the cold wind blew through the back of the heart, passed through the body and then blew from the heart, and the cold wind poured into the limbs and hundreds of bones.He tried his best to convince himself that this was a dream, but how could there be such a real feeling in the dream, and Xiwu's hand was still holding him, as if he was his only support.And he's really just his sister's last reliance.Shen Gurong suddenly calmed down strangely, his body that had been trembling suddenly stopped trembling, he was desperately trying to convince himself not to believe everything that was happening now, but now he was convincing himself to accept all this quickly.Accept it quickly, collapse it slowly.He held Shen Xiwu's hand, as if he was holding the last shred of reason.He can't go crazy now, he can't escape, because he still has to protect Shen Xiwu.If even he died, then the evening fog would have no one to protect him.Shen Gurong forcibly suppressed his fear and sadness in his heart, what he thought was impossible even for himself was magically done at that moment.Shen Gurong hugged Shen Xiwu expressionlessly, the water stains thrown by the water ghost soaked his whole body, he stroked the black hair on his cheek indiscriminately, and hid under the bridge hole on the side with Xiwu in his arms.The storyteller, who was often under the overpass, had fallen unrecognizably by the river at this time, half of his body was in the river, and the black blood stained the river red.Shen Gurong forcibly held back his vomiting, hugged Xiwu and found an extremely dark place to hide in.The gentleman was still fighting the water ghost, and the whole city gradually fell silent, except for the sound of the fire burning in his ears, mixed with the low roar of a beast.Shen Gurong suddenly covered Shen Xiwu's ears.Shen Xiwu was very well-behaved, he probably knew something, he even held his breath, and trusted his brother wholeheartedly.Shen Gurong breathed lightly, and the sound of heavy footsteps slowly sounded in his ears.The voice soon sounded from overhead, and Shen Gurong raised his head slightly, finding that the bridge above his head was trembling faintly.He didn't dare to go out because he couldn't be sure if it was a human or a ghost outside.The city was already in such a miserable situation, and he didn't dare to have any naïve thoughts about this world.Sure enough, the thing that had walked over the bridge quickly walked by, and it seemed to smell the breath of people, and its footsteps moved towards the bridge hole little by little.When Shen Gurong saw the appearance of the plague ghost, his breathing almost stopped.The plague ghost's face was full of red marks, and it looked like a large birthmark, but its face was too ugly, its fangs were wide open, and the ghost pupils were clear, even if Shen Gurong had completely hidden himself in the dark, it was still seen by it at a glance.Shen Gurong originally felt that he was hiding a good idea, but he suddenly became ridiculous.He jumped up from the hole in the bridge, hugged the sunset fog and ran forward.The plague ghost followed without blinking, its legs still seemed to be shackled, and it made the sound of heavy chains colliding as it walked, and it followed behind it, listening to the sound of the sound being extraordinarily permeating.However, thanks to the shackles, the plague ghost walks very slowly.Shen Gurong took the opportunity to run along the river and quickly ran to the moat.He remembered that there was a small road leading out of the city, and that he had secretly run out of the city with his fox friends in order to avoid the punishment of copying books.Shen Gurong originally felt that he had completely controlled his emotions and was calm enough, but as he ran, his face was still covered with tears.With tears streaming down his face, he led the sunset mist and ran quickly to the stone-made path.Although it is a trail, it is actually just a few stones every few steps on the water, and it is not even a road.The moat is so fast that the water passes through the soles of the feet, as if it can wash away the stones on the soles of the feet.Shen Gurong stepped on it with Xiwu in his arms, but he was only halfway there, and the stone under his feet probably couldn't support the weight of the two of them, and he slipped suddenly, Shen Gurong's pupils shrank, and he threw Shen Xiwu onto the next stone with all his strength at the last moment, and his whole body fell into the turbulent river.Shen Xiwu screamed: Brother!
Shen Gurong's whole person was immersed in the river water, the river water that had not yet opened was cold to the bone, he only had a little water, struggling not to let himself be drowned by the water, but the river was too fast, and the stones in the river hit him one after another, knocking him into severe pain, and he drank I don't know how much water in a hurry.I don't know how long he struggled, but a hand suddenly reached out and carried him out of the icy water.Shen Gurong was already dying at this time, almost drowning.He was so angry that the first thing he did when he came back to his senses was to grab the man's arm and say with difficulty: The person who saved him in the evening fog was Mr.The gentleman held his hand, and he didn't know what he had done, Shen Gurong's severely painful body seemed to have been touched by something, and the feeling of sleepiness and weakness disappeared in an instant.He blinked his wet eyelashes and said, "Sir?"
The gentleman helped him up and said in a low voice, "I can't interfere in the cause and effect of the Three Realms, I'm sorry.Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, and wanted to ask, then why did you save me?
Isn't saving people already having cause and effect?
But at this time, he didn't think much about it, hurriedly thanked his husband, and hurriedly walked to the moat path.Fortunately, Yuki was still standing on the rock, with his back to him, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he looked too frightened to do anything.Shen Gu Rong's heart softened, his legs were sore and he walked over step by step, and said softly: Xiwu, don't be afraid, my brother will come to you immediately.Brother will come to you right away.It was the last sentence Shen Xiwu heard in his life.When Shen Gurong was about to walk into Shen Xiwu with a stone left, Mr. stepped on the water and came slowly, standing on the stone in front of Shen Gurong, stopping him from advancing.Shen Gurong thought that he was here to help him pick up the sunset fog, so he smiled reluctantly and said, "Sir, just give me the sunset fog."
His sister is soft, timid and frail, so she must be extremely worried about him for a while.But as long as he calms her down and gives her a round bead, she won't be afraid.His sister has always been sensible and coaxing.Shen Gurong was thinking about it, when he heard Mr. again use that kind of ancient well and waveless tone, and said lightly: She is no longer your sister.The corners of Shen Gurong's lips stiffened.The gentleman turned sideways slightly, and Shen Xiwu, who was only separated by a stone, trembled, turned his head little by little, and slowly revealed a pair of gloomy ghost pupils.Shen Gurong's whole person was stunned, and he sneered: "Sunset fog?
Mr. said: She has been infected with the epidemic virus, and if she can't get through it, she will die.Shen Gurong looked at his hideous sister as if he was a marionette, and said instinctively after his husband's words: What if you get through?
Survive and she will be the next plague ghost, and thirteen other plague ghosts will come and devour her.Shen Gurong looked at Mr. and said expressionlessly: I don't understand.Sir: Gu Rong, I don't understand what you're talking about.Shen Gurong raised his hand and pointed at Shen Xiwu, at this time, his hand was strangely steady as a rock, Xiwu, wasn't it there?
The gentleman looked at him with pity.Shen Gurong tilted his head and said sluggishly: She is one step away from me.One step further and he would be able to take her sister home.As he spoke, as if he could not see the gentleman on the stone, he was about to step this way.As soon as his foot stepped on the side of the stone, he was held in his arms.This hug seemed to cut off all the non-existent puppet lines on Shen Gurong's body, and he completely collapsed, and wanted to pounce on Shen Xiwu like crazy.Sunset fog!
Let me go!
She's my sister, I'm going to run into her soon!
He screamed heartbreakingly in the evening fog, the hairband that pulled his hair had already been washed away by the water, and at this time, the black hair was scattered indiscriminately, looking like a madman.The sunset fog trapped by Mr. is compared to him, and I don't know who looks more like a ghost.The gentleman stopped him and didn't let him go crazy, but the last string of Shen Gurong's sanity broke on Shen Xiwu's body, and the fear and sadness that he had forced down before flooded out.His heart was aching, his head was aching, and his whole body was hurting as if he was being pinned with a needle.Shen Gu Rongjin has never been so painful for so many years.In the end, the gentleman raised his hand and moved towards Shen Xiwu, who was still struggling viciously, as if he had been cut off from breath in an instant, and his whole body was entangled, and he collapsed limply on the small stone.This is the best relief.Shen Gurong's voice stopped abruptly when Shen Xiwu fell.His eyes widened blankly, and the hand that he was desperately trying to reach forward fell abruptly.Shen Gurong was paralyzed, as if all his strength had been drained, and he fell softly into his husband's arms.The gentleman picked him up and stepped on the stones step by step to leave.Shen Gurong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly used all his strength, rushed forward to hug Mr.'
s neck, and bit Mr. on the shoulder with all his strength.Blood came out in one mouthful, dyeing the green shirt red in an instant.The gentleman kept his face peeled and continued to walk forward, as if the pain was nothing.He hugged Shen Gurong and stepped across the corpses all over the place, and the city was full of fire.The thirteen plague ghosts could no longer detect the breath of any living people in Hui City, and were killing each other in the sea of corpses at this time.Shen Gurong was crying while biting his husband's shoulder, and the strength was so strong that some blood oozed from the corners of his lips.The gentleman carried him to his mustard seed, and the house was located in a beautiful place, surrounded by smoke, and three words were faintly visible on the plaque in the small courtyard.Pan Jiangju.Mr. put Shen Gurong in the soft chair, gently stroked his messy hair, and said: Gu Rong, I can only save you alone.Shen Gurong's face was covered with blood, and he looked at his husband blankly, wondering if he heard what he said.He looked at it and suddenly smiled.Save me?
Shen Gurong's eyes widened, his eyes were dull, and the whole person seemed to be stunned, but his voice was unprecedentedly soft, as if he didn't want to copy books on weekdays, and his tone was coquettish towards Mr.But I didn't want to live.Chapter 117 Mr.
Peerless Good Knife: Gu Rong Shen Gu Rong looked at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand.He asked softly as if he was asking a difficult question he didn't understand on a daily basis.Why save a person?
Why do I have to live?
What is your purpose?
Shen Gurong seemed to have grown up overnight, and all his naïve delusions about the world dissipated.