"Don't! Don't come here!" She closed her eyes subconsciously, her voice trembling.
"Oh my... you seem to be scared..." The long ghostly voice laughed, which sounded like laughter and crying: "Oh my... just right... just right. As long as I take you away, I will Just..."
Qiong also felt something greasy grabbing her short boots and extending up her calf little by little. She suddenly felt horrified. She looked down and saw that the faces under her feet were all densely packed with glowing red faces. She could barely see clearly. Zhang Zhang sneered ferociously at Fu Mian and struggled to hold on to his stumps.
"Ah!...Don't touch me!" She shook off the hand that grabbed her ankle and ran forward. She was too panicked to run away, but fell hard to the ground. Qiong also stood up, touched the smooth faces on the ground with her hands, and looked at them. Her breathing stopped in her nose, and her mind went blank.
what to do?
……what to do?
The sword is on my waist, I can...
Qiong also wanted to raise her hand, but was unable to move due to fear in her heart.
"Take her away...take her away...quickly..."
"...Otherwise, we won't be able to complete what we promised him...and we won't be given any delicious corpses..."
A hand firmly grabbed her wrist and dragged her down. Qiong Yi broke away from the broken hand, and another hand grabbed her. The stench of rotting corpses came after waves, making her dizzy. "Let go." Open!...Let me go!"
"Qiong Yi!" Sheng Xuanyuan's shout came from behind, and before the sound could be heard far, there were the sounds of hurried footsteps.
"How could anyone come!... This breath... is disgusting! Damn it!..."
"...Leave quickly...it's too late..."
The ground shook, and the human face and arms disappeared.
After Sheng Xuanyuan finished her "blessing" ceremony, she went to look for Qiong Yi, but found that she was no longer where she was, so he looked around for a long time but could not find her. Preparing for the worst, he jumped over the final boundary of the Lantern Festival and entered the underworld.
"Sheng Jing!" Qiong Yi hugged Sheng Xuanyuan who was squatting behind her, "Sheng Jing... Sheng Jing!"
Seeing her face turning blue with fright, Sheng Xuanyuan patted her back, feeling a little guilty and a little heartbroken, and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm coming."
Qiong Yi hugged him tightly and buried her head on his shoulder, unable to say a word.
There was a strong ghost aura just now, and he was running very fast. Sheng Xuanyuan put his arms around her shoulders and thought with confusion: How did Qiong Yi come in? Could it be...
"Hey, why is this sister still here? Wasn't she taken away?" The boy who was crying on the street before stepped into the world of Infinity. He played with the cold hand stove in his hand and laughed: "Huh? Why are you crying? Should you? Are you scared?" Then he burst into laughter.
Sheng Xuanyuan looked at him and already understood why Qiong Yi appeared here.
"Brother, this sister is very kind to me, and she even said she wanted to give me lanterns." The boy squinted, "Can you give her to me?"
Sheng Xuanyuan frowned, his eyes cold: What is this child talking about?
The boy looked back, his childish voice full of sarcasm, "The young master is coming, I'll run away first, and I'll give you back her things, although they're useless, they're freezing." After that, he threw the stove at them. Come, Sheng Xuanyuan raised his sword to block it and flicked it away with the scabbard.
He ran very fast and disappeared in the dim ghost light after a while.
"Qiong Yi? Can you get up?" Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his head and asked her. He could feel her shaking.
"……able."
Sheng Xuanyuan heard her respond in a low voice, and then helped her stand up. Qiong Yi's face was always leaning on his chest, her eyes tightly closed, as if she didn't dare to look up.
"What's wrong?" He lowered his hands and asked, not knowing what to do.
"I...I'm so scared. When I raise my head...what I see is not you...just like before..." She choked and said, "I...dare not..."
The fear is like a childhood nightmare. The people around you who want to rely on and seek help will see ghosts with blood on their faces when you get closer.
Sheng Xuanyuan showed his face, breathed out softly, and held her shoulders: "No."
There were tears in the corners of Qiong Yi's eyes, and she closed her eyes tightly. Seeing her like this, he held her hand and put it on his cheek, "Then, feel it and you'll know it's me."
Her fingertips felt a little cold, and she followed the movement of his hand, starting from her forehead and moving downwards. The soft touch was the slightly raised eyebrow arch, and then downward, it was the eyes and eyelashes. It flew across like a soft feather, adding a hint of trembling to her fingertips, passing over the high bridge of her nose, and then touching the corners of her lips. Qiong Yi's fingertips, like the tip of her heart, were constantly trembling. , when she touched his lips, her whole hand retracted like an electric shock and curled back into a fist. At the same time, she couldn't help but open her eyes and looked into Sheng Xuanyuan's deep and black eyes.
"Sheng Kyung..." She retracted her hand and muttered, looking at him.
He responded: "Look, it's me."
Qiong also didn't know whether she was frightened by the ghost or because of his actions. Her cheeks were red and she couldn't calm down at all: "It's... it's you."
She lowered her head again: "I'm sorry... Sheng Kyung... I was deceived, and... I got you into a place like this."
Sheng Xuanyuan shook his head: "Don't say such things."
"I fell next to the ghost, but I couldn't even pick up the sword..." Qiong Yi gritted his teeth and said to himself: I... am really useless.
"Don't blame yourself, everyone is afraid." He held her hand, which was very warm.
Qiong Yi lowered his head, put his hand half in front of his face, and sniffed: "But as a cultivator, I am afraid of ghosts. It's embarrassing to be scared like this..."
Sheng Xuanyuan exhaled and thought for a long time about how to calm her fear, and finally raised his eyebrows slightly: "Qiong Yi, to tell you the truth, I was actually very afraid of ghosts when I was a child." After he said that, he added: "More scared than you are now."
She was startled: "Really?"
"Well, it's true." He held her hand tightly: "There are almost no people in the world who are not afraid of heaven and earth. Ghosts are inherently ugly, so you don't have to feel ashamed."
"Then...then why aren't you afraid now?" She asked him in a dumb voice, her face still pale from fright.
He replied: "As I get older, I am naturally not afraid anymore."
When Sheng Xuanyuan said this, he looked away and did not look at her.
He had been afraid as a child, but the result of his fear was that he was forced to face it. He was locked up in a cave of hundreds of ghosts by his mother for several days and nights, and had to fight off the ghosts. Finally, he crawled out with a sword full of blood. After entering the ghost cave, I personally cut off the fear.
At that time, he longed for someone to accompany him, hug him, and say "Don't worry" and "I'm here, don't be afraid", but there was no such thing.
So, he gave her these words, these words that he had longed for.
"Qiong Yi, don't worry. I'm here, don't be afraid."
Qiong Yi squeezed his hand tightly and nodded with red eyes: "Yeah, yeah!" She suppressed her tears and asked in as normal a tone as possible: "How can I get out of here?"
"Mingfu Street is a one-way road. You cannot go back, you can only go forward." Sheng Xuanyuan said solemnly: "If we want to go out, we can only go to the end of Mingfu Street and leave this place where yin and yang meet."
Qiong Yi bit her lip and did not answer. The fear in her heart made her so timid that she just wanted to stay where she was, not daring to take a step forward.
Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his eyes, as if he had thought of something: "Qiong Yi, give me the Jade Lily I gave you."
Qiong Yi was startled and tightened her grip on the lily of the valley she had been wearing on her waist: "...What?"
At this moment, many thoughts flashed through her mind. One second, he said to her, "Don't be afraid," but the next second, he asked her to take back the jade ornaments he sent. She even thought that he was going to take back the jade ornaments he sent and then stay away Move away, leaving her standing alone in the boundless darkness.
Sheng Xuanyuan held her hand that was squeezing Yu Linglan, and when he saw the big tears suddenly falling from her eyes, he suddenly became at a loss: "What, what's wrong, don't cry."
"You won't...leave me here, will you?"
Fragile and suspicious, restless and sensitive. It was the first time Sheng Xuanyuan saw her like this. No, it wasn't the first time. She was also like this when she was in the woods for the first time.
"Qiong Yi." He said firmly, wiping away her tears: "I will not do that kind of thing, I will not abandon you, never."
She looked at him through tears with a dazed expression: "...Okay."
Sheng Xuanyuan took the jade lily, placed it between his eyebrows with one hand, and squeezed it with the other hand. The lantern gradually floated in the air, emitting a faint white light. He closed his eyes and frowned as the jade bell became clearer and brighter, as if he was enduring some pain. After a few breaths, the faint spiritual energy came out from between his eyebrows and was absorbed along his fingertips. In the bell body. Sheng Xuanyuan slowly opened his eyes, his expression looking a little more tired.
"Okay..." he said, his breath and body a little unsteady. After stabilizing his body, he raised his hand and placed the Jade Bell Orchid back in Qiong Yi's palm.
Qiong Yi held the lily of the valley: "This is..."
"Part of my soul." Sheng Xuanyuan said, as if it was something extremely ordinary.
"I am... born to 'kill evil spirits'." He stopped as he spoke, then paused and added: "I was born to be able to defeat evil spirits. Wearing this, ordinary ghosts and monsters will not dare to come to you."
"Soul soul?" Qiong Yi was startled, "You, can you still live well? This, this...how can you give it to me? What should you do..."
He smiled softly: "It's just a little bit different, it won't affect anything."
Not allowing her to think about it, Sheng Xuanyuan helped her tie the lily of the valley back to her waist: "This way, if you are in danger again in the future, I will be able to find you by following your spiritual breath, and I will never let you face it alone again." Such a scene.”
Qiong Yi's eyes were hot, and she hugged him without any explanation, hearing the strong beating in his chest, just like her own.
Sheng Xuanyuan was startled, then he stroked her hair and said soothingly: "Let's go out."
"good……"
*
Su Ye stood by the roadside holding two paper lanterns, looking at the deserted street, somewhat lost in thought. Yan Tingshen took the lantern from his hand, "Why are you so dazed?"
"Seeing this person gathering and leaving, I suddenly felt something." Su Ye sighed, "But I am not a talented person. I wanted to recite a few lines of poetry, but I couldn't start the poem after thinking about it for a long time, so I had to give up." He spread out. Pushing hands, a bit helpless.
Yan Ting pursed his lips deeply, "Just have your heart, why worry about your mind."
"Alas." He said: "It's not because of this. Do I seem to be a person who is secretly depressed because I can't write poetry? What I just thought about is that I really have to go back to Jiaxi this time."
"When will you go back?"
"tomorrow."
The lantern in his hand was shaken by the north wind and the light was dim. Su Ye looked at Yan Tingshen and saw him slowly glance at his face.
Su Ye pulled him, "What's wrong?"
"Hey, sir, are you still reluctant to let go?" Su Ye smiled, "Didn't I already say that I would return to my family after the martial arts competition? And it's not like we won't see each other again in the future."
"It's the sadness of friends' farewell, right? This kind of plot often appears in poetry." Yan Ting smiled deeply: "Do they know?"
Su Ye thought about Sheng Xuanyuan and Qiong Yi who should have gone back after guessing the lantern riddles: "Of course he knows about Sheng Xuanyuan. I haven't told Lu Xiyan that girl yet."
"oh."
After a moment of silence, Su Ye said, "It's almost time, let's go to Mingfu." He held the lantern and walked towards the corner of the street that had an end. Su Ye didn't want to say any more words of farewell and regret, although Yan Tingshen was indeed the most like-minded friend he had ever met.
The Yan family seems to be located in the west of Guangyang and in the south of the desert. How far is it from Yichuan, a place with beautiful mountains and green waters? Su Ye had never been there, nor had he thought about it, but he felt confident that he would be able to hide it from his father again and come to Qingfeng Town to study.
