Gui Yuanzi, dead?
On the hillside, there are seven more mounds and a pit.
Seven mounds, seven simple graves. Under the tomb are buried five children of the Chen family, as well as Tao Feng and Meng Qingqing.
In the pit, Gui Yuanzi lay.
Next to the pit, sitting in the wild.
Due to his obstruction, Gui Yuanzi has not yet been buried. He wanted to talk to the old man alone and then bury him with his own hands. Everyone just thought he was too sad and let it go.
And he just sat like this, letting the dusk fall and the sea breeze roaring, silently lowering his head and looking at it.
The muddy water and blood stains on Gui Yuanzi's body have been wiped clean. At this time, his eyes are closed and his expression is peaceful, as if he is asleep.
"Old Taoist, how could you die?"
Yu Ye whispered to himself.
Although he has exhausted his cultivation, his spiritual consciousness is still there. He had checked Gui Yuanzi inside and out many times, but still found no flaws. Gui Yuanzi died after a flying sword penetrated his chest. There was no trace of life in his whole body and internal organs.
And how could an expert die under the flying sword of a Qi Refining monk?
Could it be that I was wrong before, or guessed wrong?
"Old Taoist, let's not talk about all the previous coincidences, let's just talk about the "Incarnation Technique". If it weren't for the magical power you taught me, I would never have survived today, and everyone on the ship would also be buried on Qimen Island. Isn't this your intention? You have talked about life and death many times before, could it be that you have foresight..."
Yu Ye took out a jar of wine and put it next to Gui Yuanzi, then took out another jar of wine and took a sip.
He breathed out the breath of alcohol and said bitterly: "Jiaoying, tell me the truth. Did this old man cheat his death?"
In the sea of consciousness, the sigh of Jiao Ying sounded——
"Alas, his vitality is cut off, his soul is gone, and the sword wounds don't look fake. I have never seen such a trick of cheating death. He must have passed away, so don't be sad..."
"Gudu, Gudu——"
Yu Ye took a few more sips of wine, and the wine spilled on his face, making his eyes red. He shook his head violently and said, "I'm not sad, nor sad. I am not related to this old Taoist, he said I had a magical power and defrauded me of more than twenty jars of fine wine. Didn't he say that if he dies another day, no one will ask me for wine. He...he knows that he will die today..."
Although Gui Yuanzi pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, looking back, every word and deed he said and did had hidden secrets. However, he is lying in the pit now, but it is still difficult for people to see through and guess.
"Hey, he is not an expert, but an old gangster, a cunning old man, an old scoundrel. No, he is an expert. He deceived you and me..."
Yu Ye raised the wine jar and poured a lot of water. Then he raised his hand and waved, and there was a circle of wine jars in the pit. He threw away the empty wine jar in his hand, took out another jar of wine, stood up unsteadily, and said with a sad smile: "Old Taoist, these ten jars of wine will be given to you to satisfy your cravings on the way. I will accompany you to drink one last time!" He raised his head. Opening his mouth, another jar of wine bottomed out. He threw away the empty wine jar with a "pop" and couldn't help but spin around in circles. His face was already flushed, and his eyes were even more bloody.
"Hehe! I'm so drunk that I can't even realize it..."
Yu Ye had exhausted his cultivation and had no true energy to protect his body. He could not withstand the strong force of the drink. He only felt dizzy and spinning. But he still took out the fourth jar of wine, glanced at the grave beside him, couldn't help but be startled, and then drank again. Before the jar of wine was finished, he knelt down on the ground, put his head in his hands and lost his voice: "I have tried my best...I really tried my best..."
He didn't want to see the children of the Chen family suffer, he didn't want to see Tao Feng and Meng Qingqing die tragically, and he didn't want to see Gui Yuanzi buried here without any explanation. Although he tried his best, he was still unable to save himself. As said, he is not afraid of sadness, but he is afraid of grievance, helplessness, and even more afraid of the ruthlessness of heaven and earth and the mercy of fate. And he was so weak, so humble and incompetent.
Perhaps, from the perspective of a seventeen-year-old boy, the world should be full of beauty. The cruel reality and unpredictable fate often make him at a loss. Even though he became cautious and suspicious, learned conspiracy and calculation, and became good at killing people, he still couldn't change anything.
Or maybe in just two years, he has experienced too much life and death and endured too much suffering, so that he can no longer bear it after being suppressed for a long time, and he is in urgent need of catharsis and release...
Just as he was lying on the ground in a daze, he suddenly heard someone say——
"Why are you crying?"
Yu Ye struggled to turn around, felt dizzy for a while, and simply lay on his back, unable to defend himself: "I...I didn't cry..."
Faintly, a red cloud covered the sky.
No, it's a red umbrella, and a woman in red.
The woman seemed to curl her lips into a smile and said, "Why is this old man dead?"
Yu Ye replied: "Killed by a flying sword..."
"I don't think so!"
The woman's voice became erratic, and she heard: "Maybe he is scared to death... he goes around bluffing and cheating, afraid that people will settle accounts with him..."
Scared to death?
Who was scared to death?
Yu Yeshang was confused, and then heard: "When a person dies, why keep a stinky skin... Burn it with fire, and help him get rid of everything..."
At this moment, a fire seemed to light up.
Yu Ye's eyelids were heavy and his mind was in a trance...
When he opened his eyes, it was already the morning of the next day.
On the horizon, the sun is rising. On the sea, the waves are as old as ever. On the beach dozens of feet away, a group of Chen family disciples, extinguished bonfires, and ships anchored in shallow water could be seen.
But I didn't see the big ship from Weiguo. It must have sailed away.
Yu Ye slowly sat up, his face pale and his eyes dull.
He was sitting on a hillside, covered in mud, with broken wine jars lying around. Behind him is a row of mounds and a pit.
Yu Ye blinked and suddenly woke up from his hangover. He hurriedly turned over and got up, and was stunned again.
Gui Yuanzi is gone?
In the pit, only a pile of ashes and a dozen broken wine jars were left. Gui Yuanzi, who was lying in it, had disappeared without a trace.
"Old Dao, where have you been-"
Yu Ye couldn't help shouting.
But they saw Yu Xin, He Qingnian, An Yunsheng and Luo Chen walking over from the beach.
Yu Xin was still limping, shook his head and said, "You personally burned the remains of Taoist Guiyuan, don't you remember?"
"I...I burned the remains of the old man?"
"Oh, you were drunk yesterday and kept wailing. I couldn't persuade you, but you didn't want to sacrifice another Lihuo Talisman. It's not a bad idea to cremate Taoist Guiyuan, you don't have to worry about it."
"Why don't I remember...?"
"You just woke up with a hangover, how could you remember what happened yesterday?"
"There is a woman in red, she is..."
"We were worried about your safety and were always watching from a distance. No one came close, and we didn't see any woman in red."
"No...there was clearly a woman yesterday..."
"Weiguo's ship has set sail. There are a few women on board, but no one cares. Brother Yu, are you in serious trouble?"
Yu Ye shook his head, took a few steps back, and turned to look at the pit, looking in disbelief.
I clearly remember that a woman in red came next to me and said some strange words. She said that Gui Yuanzi was frightened to death, and it was useless to keep a stinky skin. She burned it and it was all over... How could no one see that woman? How could she burn Gui Yuanzi...
And Yu Xin didn't need to lie.
Could it be that everything before was just a drunken illusion?
"Brother Yu, you and I are leaving!"
Then I heard Yu Xin remind me: "Before leaving, say goodbye to Brother Tao and Qing Qingdao!"
Ahu also came over with a group of Chen family disciples.
Yu Ye nodded and gradually returned to normal.
No matter how much confusion you have, put it aside. When people are on the way, they still have to walk on the road under their feet.
Yu Ye filled up the pit and buried it together with the broken wine jar. He took out another rag, but the magic formula on it could no longer be clearly seen. He buried the rags in the mound, then knelt down and kowtowed several times.
No matter what kind of person Gui Yuanzi is, he is his savior. But the kindness can no longer be repaid, and the big bow and bow are nothing more than a token of sustenance.
"Yu Ye, do you know why Qingqing is close to you?"
Yu Ye stood up and took a look.
Meng Qingqing, Taofeng and others were buried next to them. The small grave mound had no tombstones or any marks.
Then I heard Yu Xin say: "Qingqing has been practicing Taoism since she was a child and has not been home for more than ten years. And she has a younger brother at home who is now about your age. She regards you as her own brother, so she has feelings for you. How can she help her? He is proud and arrogant, soft on the outside and strong on the inside. He would rather die than become a useless person..."
Yu Ye's heart tingled slightly, and there was something in his hand.
This was an insect woven from grass blades, or a plaything that Meng Qingqing and his brother had when they were young. But they gave it to themselves when they were dying, and they didn't take it seriously at the time.
Alas, I always thought that this woman was too shrewd, but little did I know that it was he who used himself to save others in the wild.
Yu Ye reached out and placed the grass leaf insect in front of Meng Qingqing's grave, silently bowing deeply.
Then I heard Yu Xin say: "Brother Tao, you killed the master of foundation building with your own hands, and my brother saw it with his own eyes. When I return to Daze one day, I will definitely clear your name!"
Clear name?
It must be Gan Xing's face-to-face taunting that has always made Tao Feng, Yu Xin and others feel unhappy. For Taoist disciples, the reputation of a Taoist is more important than life.
"Brother Tao killed the master of foundation building and saved Yu Ye. I will remember your favor."
Yu Ye bowed deeply again, turned over his hand and took out a jar of wine. He poured wine on the graves of Tao Feng, Meng Qingqing, Gui Yuanzi and the five Chen family disciples, and staggered down the hillside alone.
Everyone also left one after another, but couldn't help but look back.
Qimen Island, an unforgettable place. And if nothing unexpected happens, no one will come back in the future. The eight victims will remain alone here forever.
Yu Ye did not look back.
He dragged his tired footsteps across the beach, waded through the water, climbed up the ladder to the ship, and returned to his cabin. When he slammed the wooden door shut, another wave of dizziness came over him.
Yesterday, I was exhausted and exhausted, and then I spent half a night on the hillside. Now, although I have woken up from a hangover, I can no longer hold on.
Yu Ye staggered towards the bed and was about to breathe out. Before he could sit down, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
There was an empty wine jar on the bedside table.
Under the wine jar, there was actually a folded rag with writing hidden on it...
