We will meet later when Qi Huan heard the last four words from Liu Shenghan's mouth.
Although he was emotional, he also knew that now was not the time to be purely emotional. After all, Aoyan was seriously injured, and it was not certain whether he would survive. Naturally, it would be best to let them take them away for treatment. This is love; we cannot put friends who live and die together in danger and ignore them until the last moment. , this is righteousness. No one in Qi Huan's family had ever taught these things, but he had learned them from many people since he was a child.
The light from heaven and earth was too strong and too bright for him to open his eyes. And this light is very pure, almost pure white. He forced his eyes open and said to Bai Ya:
"Old Bai, can you still hear me?"
"I'm not deaf."
"Then, let's leave quickly!" Qi Huan took two steps forward to face the light, "I'll summon the Tengu to take us out, and then..."
"You...are not deaf, are you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"Didn't you hear what they just said?" Facing the light, Qi Huan could only see the black silhouette of the human figure, but could not see his expression clearly. He said, "Yingyue Jun made it very clear. Don’t you understand what will happen if you take him out?”
"What are you talking about?" Qi Huan was so angry that he jumped up and down, "Why do you even say that to yourself? Why do you care about so many things? It's more important to save your life! You can think of ways to do it, it's not a matter of not knowing your horoscope..."
"What do you think the few of us... are?"
"What's what?"
Qi Huan didn't understand the meaning of his words. He looked at Bai Ya and felt that the light seemed to be softer, at least he could see his expression clearly. As always, with a sleepy dead face. There was a little blood in the corners of his eyes and on his face, and his eyes turned black and white upside down. I didn't know what he looked like in his eyes, and what the surrounding environment looked like in his eyes. There is a vast paleness all around, but it is not so dazzling. It is just flat, wide, and boundless, covering everything that was originally a swamp ruin.
"We have done so much, is it considered good deeds? But we have also killed many people, do we still have to go to hell?"
"Don't think about all the nonsense! We are always brave when we see injustice, so we are the most heroic ones."
"... Chivalrous person." Bai Ya raised his head and looked at the same white sky with a blank expression. "Knight-like knight, wanderer, Jianghu person, there are many other titles like this. But I often don't feel that I belong to them. Any one. Well, I didn’t have any hope when I came here, and I was already prepared to risk my life. It’s just that the ups and downs, with hope being given to me, and then being snatched away repeatedly, made me a little tired. The only thing I felt Sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten you involved. Aoyan came here on her own, and I hope she can go back and recover with Liu Dao Wuchang."
"No, you are just thinking nonsense. We have to go back together, and we will talk about the rest later. Although... although I was really not really happy to come here with you at first, just to escape from home. But I am very happy. ! I know the ins and outs of the bad things in my family, and I have also eliminated the family lines that I couldn’t erase for more than 20 years. Isn’t this a good thing? There is nothing to be sorry for, so don’t think too much, let’s hurry up..."
"Don't you understand? You have no idea what I will become? Stop doing those things that deceive yourself and others."
Bai Ya was so determined.
Should he be like this...a person who sacrifices himself for others? Qi Huan doesn't know, because he does whatever he wants most of the time. But if you think about it, all along the way, you were just busy with other people's affairs. As long as there is a slight possibility of change, Bai Ya will also... He feels regret, pain, indescribable sorrow and resentment that he can't express.
Magical instruments move freely in this space, sometimes very close, sometimes very far away.
"It's you, won't you leave?" Bai Ya sighed, "When the barrier constructed by the magic weapon is completely formed, you won't be able to leave even if you want to. You know that if I stay, I'm waiting to die. Because the six paths of impermanence will definitely happen. Come back and attack me like we have attacked all the evil gods - if I really have no sense. If you stay, I can't guarantee that I will be able to recognize you clearly. When you become the first person killed by 'Heaven' Alone, that would be funny.”
"I won't leave." He shook his head, "I can't just... leave just now."
Bai Ya shook his head, somewhat hating that iron could not become steel. He walked forward, patted Qi Huan on the shoulder and said, "Are you worried about your conscience? Okay, then you can do one thing for me. I don't want... to let the good things I have done go in vain. All the hard work has been done." Although the hard work I did was not my original intention, I am really not willing to end up like this. Tsk."
"...How can I help? You tell me."
"Are your legs and feet still strong?"
Qi Huan's foot was injured when the clearing collapsed. Although there were bruises, there should be no broken bones. Even if he was injured, his current mood left him with no ability to feel pain at all. He was just in a daze, looking at Bai Ya and nodded, waiting to see if he had any other ideas to remedy the situation.
Bai Ya pulled out a white scimitar.
"I'm not sure it's going to work - don't ask, just trust me. Next, I'm going to throw it in an arc and all you have to do is catch it before it hits the ground and don't let go no matter what. .”
"This... okay, I promise you."
Bai Ya nodded, took a step back, and suddenly threw the Youying White Blade away. The knife rotated rapidly and was thrown in a high arc in the air. Qi Huan immediately turned around, stared at the arc, predicted where it would fall, and ran away. Sure enough, there was a sharp pain in his ankle, but he ignored it. The rapidly rotating white blade made him dizzy, and it was not easy to grasp the handle accurately. He didn't know what Bai Ya wanted to do, but he believed in him because Bai Ya's methods were always useful.
He ran ten feet away, kicked hard with his uninjured foot, and flew into the air. Qi Huan waved his hand, grabbed the handle of Youying's knife, and held it tightly in his hand. As soon as he landed on the ground, he felt a powerful, almost magnetic force, pulling his whole body towards the starting point. Speaking of which, Bai Ya's knife is really magical. Not only does it have some kind of connection with the knife and the human world, it also seems to be conscious and will never cut its owner.
Qi Huan was pulled by the knife and turned around. He immediately spread his legs and stabilized his steps to avoid being dragged to the ground by the knife.
The moment he raised his head, his hands almost lost strength from the scene he saw.
Red, red.
Ten feet away, the only thing that comes into view is red.
Don't let go, absolutely not! Qi Huan was screaming in his heart, but no sound came out of his mouth. If they let go now, the knife will immediately... And the magic weapons surrounding them suddenly stopped and stopped moving, but they kept shaking and trembling. I don't know if they were angry or fearful.
Qi Huan felt unprecedented fear.
Bai Ya knelt on the ground with his back to him. Even from a distance, he could see the black scimitar passing through the left side of his back. The red liquid dripped down the tip of the knife and flowed to the ground. The red water spread in the pure white barrier of unknown material, flowing continuously, as if it wanted to suck his blood dry.
Qi Huan was deceived.
No, this is not a lie. He was just being used. Bai Ya's method is indeed correct and even absolutely effective. If the carrier of the magic weapon completely dies during the activation of the magic circle, 'Heaven' may not be born. Although his own knife, which had been tempered with Bai Ya's blood, could not hurt him intentionally, the knife's characteristics were used to force the tip of the knife into his chest...
Qi Huan could not imagine how heartbreaking this was.
The skin is torn, the bones are broken, and every trembling of the heart before death is a lick of the blade. How can a person be so cruel to be so vicious to himself? Qi Huan believes that Bai Ya does not want to become a walking corpse more than for the sake of the common people, which goes against the meaning of his life. He is not afraid of death, but to this extent...is it really necessary? Qi Huan couldn't imagine it at all, he just wanted to scream.
And after that? What is Bai Ya going to do next? Just like this, waiting for yourself to be eroded by severe pain, and keep doing this until the last drop of blood drains from your body? The process of death was stretched infinitely, and he did not dare to move. If Bai Ya really dies like this, will the so-called "becoming a god" ceremony stop? Or will they look for the next target—such as themselves? Qi Huan didn't think about it at all, and he even thought Bai Ya didn't think about it either. He just wanted to die, just wanted to kill "Heaven".
Qi Huan felt himself shaking and couldn't stop. At this time, he noticed that Bai Ya's body moved slightly. He is alive, for now, not far from death. He clasped both hands on the hilt of the knife in front of his chest and muttered something softly.
"Candlelight..."
Youying.
——Bai Ya has thought about it.
Qi Huan's knife came out.
At the same time, a strong external force pushed him out. The power was invisible and intangible, but it was as huge as a wall. This force came towards him, violently lifting and throwing Qi Huan from the ground. The light suddenly became intense and dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it. At the same time, the originally pale scenery around him quickly receded, forming a black passage. Under the wave of this spell, black and white kept alternating. The point in front of him was sometimes bright and sometimes dark. It was clear that there was no big or small change, but it clearly made Qi Huan feel that he was getting further and further away from the center.
Consciousness was also stripped away.
How much time has passed? How many hours, or how many days? Qi Huan cannot answer this question. But he knew very well that he was probably dreaming now, and the real him should have fallen asleep. Because at this moment, his feelings were no different from those in his dream. Time passes very slowly, with no entity to refer to. He stood here alone, at a loss, and any emotion had no meaning. He was just in a daze, in a daze, not knowing where he came from and where he was going.
Then he woke up suddenly.
It seemed like a long time had passed, it seemed like nothing had passed, it was like waking up from a long dream. He straightened up and saw an empty space in front of him. There were no living people, only ruins and broken walls. It seemed that nothing had happened. Only a faint white light appeared in the eastern sky, stripping away the stars in the entire night sky, leaving nothing behind.
Except for a pair of ownerless scimitars.
Its daybreak.
