Is this why Grandma Fox knows everything? She has integrated into this mountain, and every inch of her flesh and blood can feel everything that happens here. But this was undoubtedly a kind of self-imposed shackles. From then on, she could no longer leave Silu Cloud Peak, otherwise it would be heartbreaking to have to cut off the roots of those flesh. Why can this be achieved? For these eternal scenery, for her grandchildren who have no blood relationship with her, and for the tiny creatures that can only be considered huge in number?
Maybe now is not the time to discuss this.
She must have her reasons. At least there is no doubt that the scenery on this mountain is so beautiful. The sun was almost setting, and the sky was darkening, with a bit of the warm color left in the west, like a piece of dark satin being lightly burned at the edge. But it's about to go out completely. The huge white tengu lay upright on one side, as quiet as a sculpture of fallen snow.
"……Are you ok?"
Hanshang has returned to his human form, but his eyes are still bleeding. He covered his left eye with one hand, and red liquid flowed from his fingers. He wandered to Mu Wan at the entrance of the cave and stretched out his right hand stained with blood and dust. Although Mu Wan stretched out her hand, she pressed something into his palm. The solid touch had a little edge to it, and he immediately understood what it was.
"But your wound is still bleeding. You are no longer the Six Paths Impermanence..."
"...You'd better treat your eyes first, I'm not in a hurry."
Her voice was very low, maybe because she didn't want to attract other people's attention, or because she didn't have enough energy. She was in pain and tired, and her whole body slumped against the hole. The bloody hole on her collarbone was so eye-catching, even in the dim sky. It could be seen that her eyes were a little distracted, and she could not respond to Han Shang's gaze well. But the wound may not be very serious, at least it did not damage the aorta, otherwise she would never have survived until now. Her patron saint was silent and as well-behaved as if he didn't exist.
"I should have faced the fact that I am just an ordinary person... I can't always rely on such evil things to survive."
"For you as a human being, magic weapons are evil things after all." Han Chang sighed and sat next to her.
She looked at the Tengu and said, "If you no longer recognize me, then take my dead body; if you still recognize me, take me home..."
The tengu actually nodded. It was clearly expressionless, but at that moment, Han Chang seemed to see a similar expression to someone. At that moment of nodding, it calmly agreed to the request of another human being, just like a human being.
"Wait, you..."
"It's great that I can still find the name at this time."
Han Chang turned to look at her, his expression darkening. She was so angry that she probably overestimated her situation. He didn't care to listen carefully to what Mu Wan had to say, but hurriedly put the amber back into her hand. She didn't even have the strength to grasp it, or the consciousness to grasp it at all. Even so, her tengu remained unmoved. Han Zhang vaguely understood that this big guy might know her current situation better than Mu Wan.
"Don't scare me!" There is still blood on Han Shangs left cheek, but his eyes have recovered as before. He held Amber in one hand and Mu Wan's hand in the other, forcing them together. Is it because the effectiveness of recovery is weakened due to damage, or does she have no will to survive? Han Chang doesn't want to think about it. "Don't, please don't let anything happen to you. Everyone is still waiting for you... They will - they will be sad! Wen Ying will be sad..."
Mu Wan leaned there and stared blankly at the sky. The stars in the night sky twinkled, and their tiny rays of light fell in her eyes. The place was a mess, but the mountains in the distance, the mountains reflected in her eyes in the distance, were still pure white. The snow is one after another.
"In this case... in the future, when I return to Snow Inkstone Valley, I will have a name... on my monument."
"Don't say stupid things!"
"Tell them not to carve Shigetsuki-kun..."
"Speak for yourself!" He raised his voice, "Recover your wounds and tell them yourself!"
He still pressed the magic weapon in her hand in vain, but she remained unmoved. The magical power that could heal the eyes did not reappear on this body that gave up on itself. Too much blood escaped from her body, and she did not stop it, allowing it to escape from the confinement of her body to a vast place. Mu Wan just said softly:
"Stop making things difficult for me..."
"no……"
Mu Wan stopped talking for the time being. She slowly reached out her hand and stroked the tengu's furry body twice. It didn't move, as if it was worried that any slight movement on its part would worsen the loss of her blood. It didn't make any sound, it just stayed with her. She whispered softly:
"In this way, you are finally free..."
Compared with Hanshang, its reaction can be said to be indifferent. But how could Han Chang understand what this Tengu was thinking? It has been with her for so many years, and the friendship is naturally much deeper than others. However, no one can explain the contract. What the Tengu really thinks today, and whether it has been willing or not for so many years, are unknown to outsiders. Maybe, even Mu Wan himself doesn't know the answer.
"I have lived long enough and have seen enough people and monsters. You are a good monster and a good person. There are only a few such existences in the hundreds of years I have seen. I want to do something despicable Things... things that take advantage of you because of your own good. I hope you can fulfill my wish as a dying person..."
It seems that he has accepted the reality, and Han Sheng no longer makes refutations. Those are all pointless struggles. His throat was so tight that he was choked with sobs and it was difficult to respond. He could only nod vigorously and let her finish the rest.
"There are three things... I entrust this amber to you for the time being. If you have the chance, please pass it to Shanhai... to Master Lintian. If he is busy with everything and can't see him, you can give it to Wuqi - it's just in his hand There is an incense burner inside, so I must ask him to handle it properly..."
Han Chang nodded harder, finally tightened his grip on Amber, and slowly withdrew it. He always had a feeling, a vague sense of guilt, as if he was depriving her of the last hope in her life at this moment. Even if she doesn't think so herself.
"The second thing is that I promised Ling Huan to find the whereabouts of Yin Huan for her. Now... I'm afraid I can't do it. Please apologize to her for me... I can't always promise anything. But, please As long as she contacts my colleagues, there is always hope... She will not give up, and we will not give up..."
"good."
Han Chang struggled to squeeze the word out of his mouth. He felt his body shaking more violently, but he couldn't control it. Just one word made his throat feel like boiling water had scalded it, or a knife had cut it. But he was afraid that if he didn't respond, Mu Wan would be silent the next moment.
"at last……"
Her eyes slowly moved to Han Chang's waist.
"I want you to use that sword to kill me."
In an instant, Han Chang's thoughts seemed to have evaporated.
What? He didn't seem to hear clearly and wanted to ask again. But he couldn't ask, he clearly understood.
He just didn't want to admit it.
"Please." Mu Wan did not repeat, "I beg you."
"……I can not……"
"My time is running out..."
She said it in a pleading tone, and every word seemed precious. Her voice became softer and softer, but in the silent night, Han Shang felt it was deafening.
"It can't be done..."
"I know that your sword can cut off souls." She tried her best to raise a hand and pointed at it, "That is also a sword from heaven... Please, you must do this while I still have breath. Yes. If we delay it any longer, it will be too late. There is no point."
"Why……"
"Living is too painful. I still... don't want to have an afterlife..."
Her eyes were still bright, but something was extinguished forever. In his eyes, and in her heart.
The people in the cave heard some noise in the distance, but it didn't mean anything good had happened. They walked out one after another, only to find that it was already dark. In this darkness, the originally filthy ground gained a layer of pitch black color. This scene made everyone feel shocked, confused, and suffocated. They would rather this was just a ridiculous dream.
The sobs came one after another. No one needed any special explanation. The scene in front of me explained everything. There were only two people in front of him, one living person and a silent tengu. The broken amber also lay silently aside, emitting a weak, disorderly blue light in the dark night. There is another thing in Han Shangs hand, which is a short sword with ordinary texture but stained with blood. Xie Zhe almost forgot that the short sheath contained only such a short piece of metal.
Wen Ying had never seen Han Chang cry so sadly. Maybe I've seen it before, or maybe it's been so long ago that I forgot about it. When her parents passed away, she also cried hard like this, crying as heartbreakingly and hoarse as Hanshang now. But she was only focused on crying at that time, and didn't remember Han Shang's expression. Maybe she was still too young. But she remembered clearly that Hanzhang was by her side every time, patting her back gently and saying comforting words. Before and after that, he may have cried, maybe not, maybe he just shed tears quietly. She didn't know and couldn't remember. She originally wanted to do the same thing as Han Chang did at that time, but in front of Mu Wan's body that gradually lost its warmth, what she finally did was just cry loudly like those moments.
Same as her brother.
Memories surged up in his mind intermittently, and Ling Huan couldn't help but recall the little things that Mu Wan had helped them when he was Lord Shuangyue. She had an inexplicable regret, hating herself for always turning to her for help, but forgetting that the Six Paths of Impermanence were human beings of flesh and blood just like herself. Although so many people believed that they had become something other than this, she clearly...
Xie Zhe felt that he should be stronger, but the cries of his friends were so contagious. His tears couldn't stop falling. He knew in his heart how cruel this was to Han Chang. And he really did it. Does this mean that he is so kind?
The night is still long, but there is not enough time to mourn. Amidst the continuous crying, the tengu who had been sitting upright finally stood up. It supported its own limbs and carefully picked up the cold corpse. So people stepped back one after another and watched it flap its wings and gradually turn into a pure white retrograde meteor in the sky. It took her, along with her name.
Wenying and Linghua were still sobbing, but Han Sheng finally wiped away his tears. He stretched out his fist towards Ling Huan, and she stretched out her hand in confusion, not knowing what he was going to give her.
A bell as silver as a meteor fell into her palm.
She burst into tears again.
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