There was deathly silence in the courtyard, and the night had covered the city.
There seemed to be the sound of dripping blood in the dark courtyard, but the air was filled with thick blood.
I don’t know how long I have been stagnant,
I numbly drove my body to stand up, holding tightly the mutilated paper figure with only one third left in my hand.
Looking at the dissipating Tang Jia and translucent Lin Xin on the ground, his pupils couldn't stop shaking again.
They are about to disappear...
The skin-dwelling ghost killed them and clothed them,
Now that the Peeves have escaped, they will naturally disappear.
Judging from the overall result, I have already won a big victory.
I interrupted its ruse, allowing it to flee in panic, leaving the skin behind.
But why am I so sad?
It was like a hole had been opened in his chest, and no warmth could be retained.
Sister...Mom...Lin Xin...Tang Jia...I have lost too much.
Unknowingly, the paper figure with weak strength was squeezed by only one piece.
Crunch...the crunching sounds of helpless teeth kept coming one after another.
I picked up Tang Jia and placed her next to Lin Xin, looking at their increasingly transparent state.
I couldn't help but wonder, in ten minutes or twenty minutes they would have completely disappeared.
I am like an evil star, and everyone I know has a bad end. Everywhere I go is a disaster.
The Taoist priest in white who saved me since I was a child was skinned by the ghost.
My mother and sister disappeared, and now there is only the slightest trace of their souls left. Master Liaoguo died tragically to save me.
Lin Ying was killed by Ma Qing, and even the nurse who helped me administer the medicine could not escape death. She had only met me once, and we were strangers who did not know each other.
On Fulong Mountain, Chen Zhenren was skinned by the ghost. Four old Taoists were instigated by the ghost to kill each other. Taoist priest Chongyang was also completely dead.
The Four-Eyed Celestial Master lost one of his eyes to the Skinny Ghost, and Lin Xin and Tang Jia are about to lose their souls...
Everything is caused by my living. Is my living really right?
What is the meaning of my life?
Wouldn't it be better if I died like that eighteen years ago or was killed by Ma Qing in Qinglong Temple a few days ago?
Grandpa tried his best to keep me alive, Taoist priest in white saved me without any complaints, Xiao Ma Qing risked exposure time and time again to save me,
Why do they want me alive?
The slightly long nails pierced into the flesh, but I still kept exerting force,
At this time, a cold hand attached to my hand. This palm was small and delicate.
This touch and coolness made me stunned.
She held my hand, slid her slender fingers between my fingers, moved my fingers little by little, and pulled out the nails that were deeply embedded in the flesh.
She took the paper figurine out of my hand, and I looked at her unnaturally.
Her pure amber eyes looked directly at me, looking at me quietly.
I see myself in her eyes,
The blood from the left eye extends to the corner of the mouth, just connecting with the blood on the chin and the corner of the mouth.
The only right eye that was open was also bloodshot. His entire face was bloodless and his facial features were lifeless, like a lunatic.
Is this me?
She raised her hand and gave me a gentle push. Unprepared, I took a few steps back.
I saw Xiao Ma Qing holding the paper man in front of Lin Xin and Tang Jia,
The green demonic flames ignited from her hands again,
This time it's not just the hands, it's the shoulders, it's the whole body,
The strange, lightless green fire ignited in the courtyard,
Suddenly there was a white arc in the fierce green fire... The white arc infected the surrounding green fire and caused it to expand rapidly.
Wisps of white flame compete with the green fire, and eventually the white flame completely changes the green fire.
Now the fire on Xiao Ma Qing's body is white flame,
The white flames not only burned on her body, but also spread and flowed close to the ground, setting Tang Jia and Lin Xin on fire.
My spirit fell deeply into the white flames. Looking at the white flames, my heart was depressed, and the pain seemed to be healed.
Suddenly I noticed that the paper figurine in Xiao Ma Qing’s hand had changed.
The white flames adhere to the paper man, and like a miracle the paper man shows signs of healing... Yes, the parts that were burned out before are about to recover.
I stared blankly. Tang Jia and Lin Xin also had changes.
Their ghost bodies were torn apart by the skinned ghosts, and the parts that were cut by me were also being healed by the white flames.
An unspeakable miracle happened around Xiao Ma Qing.
Although the paper man wanted to heal, the scraps of paper he had just recovered dissipated in the blink of an eye, and he tried many times to no avail.
Lin Xin, Tang Jia's wounds have basically healed, and the white inflammation at the wounds has dispersed.
But the white flames on Xiao Maqing's hands had not dissipated. She continued to hold the paper man, and continued to cover the paper man with the white flames.
Bai Yan heals and produces scraps of paper, which are broken again in an instant, and so on.
I can feel that this white flame is also soul flame, but its effectiveness is different.
This kind of soul flame does not seem to burn the soul body, but rather heals it.
Soul flame can hurt the soul, but it can also heal the soul...
Xiao Ma Qing looks like a dreamy fairy against the background of Bai Yan.
Things are going in a good direction, but I still feel like something is wrong.
I tried my best to explore Xiao Ma Qing and her actions,
Eyes focused on her,
"Stop!", my heart palpitated suddenly, and I rushed forward without caring about anything.
Xiao Ma Qing's body is changing towards a transparent state, and her breath is extremely reduced...
The healing of this kind of soul flame is depleting her existence!
I stepped forward and snatched the incomplete paper figure from her hand. The white flames on her body suddenly dissipated after losing the paper figure.
Her body also swayed a few times, and she stood with difficulty.
Huhu... She gasped and slowly turned around,
That pure face could clearly see the moon behind it at this moment.
Her black hair was rolled up by the fallen leaves in the wind, and a few strands of black strands reflected the moonlight.
She apologized in a weak voice: "I'm sorry, the soul on the paper man is too damaged, only a little is left, I can't do it...".
My throat was rolling, and I obviously had many questions.
There are many things I want to say, but I can't.
I took a step forward and hugged this girl right up to my chest. She was so gentle that I almost didn't feel it.
I can only feel the coldness, but to me it is soft and warm, like white flames permeating my soul.
How many times did she pull me back when I was on the verge of death, how many times did she appear silently when I was helpless.
Even now she pulls me back from near collapse.
My voice trembled: "Why do you want me to live?"
Xiao Ma Qing buried her head stiffly in my chest and said in a muffled voice: "Don't doubt yourself, you must have meaning."
After that, she struggled out of my arms,
Her hair was messy, and she lowered her head to adjust her skirt, as if she was hiding something.
When she raised her head, she handed an unknown object to my mouth. It was difficult for her to lift her feet and touch it.
A hint of sweetness spread on her lips, and she stuffed the candy into my mouth.
This candy is already half melted, only a small bit remains.
She looked up at me with her hands behind her back, her brows arched: "Keep on living."
I feel the sweetness in my mouth dissolve the blood,
Looking at her increasingly transparent body, he asked, "What about you?".
"Maybe I'll sleep for a while," she said, shaking her body gently.
"Xiao Ma Qing, what can I do?" I almost said in a pleading tone.
She tilted her head, her little face frowning in displeasure: "You called that name again."
I had no choice but to explain, but she had already slapped me.
The exquisite little hands can create a fierce palm wind, no less powerful than a strong man's slap.
I didn't move to prepare myself for the slap,
A second later, he was not slapped away like before.
That little white hand suddenly lost all its strength before it fell on my face.
The little hand fell gently, like a brush.
"Remember, Li Youyou...".
I was stunned. This was the only time this girl smiled at me and told me her name.
Li Youyou......
After her body became transparent to a certain extent, it flowed into my backpack like fabric.
I know very well that there is only one thing that can accommodate her in the backpack,
Red evil hates winning box.
She returned to the Red Evil Box...
