Governor’s Illness

Chapter 131: The husband does not return

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The screams gradually ceased, and the pond became a sea of corpses and blood, and the three of them were surrounded by corpses. The fanboys walked out of the corridor, stepping forward slowly on the mutilated corpse and blood of the assassin. This is the most tragic hell in the world, but Bailiyuan is indifferent, her face seems to be frozen by ice and snow, and her eyes are indifferent as if she is blind.

Xia Houlin just breathed a sigh of relief when more black shadows suddenly appeared behind Bailiyuan, expressionless white porcelain faces emerged from the snow and mist, and the long knives in their hands were condensed with a thin layer of frost, like frost Snow Blade. The three of Xia Houlin and Fanzi slowly retreated with their knives raised. Opposite them, the ghostly assassins in the ruins set up their bows and crossbows, and pointed their arrows at the center of their eyebrows.

"Why are there so many people!" Xia Houlin gritted his teeth.

"Because this is a dead end from the beginning." Shen Jue sneered, "All the assassins are here. This is asking you to enter the urn. We are the turtles in the urn."

"Master, is there a way?" Xia Houlin asked.

"There is a way to die together." Shen Jue said angrily.

There were more and more assassins, behind the crumbling door and wall, behind the dead vines, and on the edge of the half-collapsed moon cave... The assassins silently watched Xia Houlin and the three, like vultures staring at a corpse, waiting for the last breath of their prey .

"Brother," Bailiyuan said in the silence, "I'll give you one last chance, come here."

Chi Yan looked at her quietly, not moving.

"Why?" Bailiyuan looked at him, "Do you hate me so much?"

"I want to fulfill the abbot's wish." Chi Yan said.

"What about my wish?"

Tired of being silent.

Bailiyuan suddenly laughed, "It's a pity, brother Chiyan, you love so many people, but you don't love me." Her smile was clearly sad, but it turned hideous every inch, "Okay, Chiyan, Listen, the Snow Mountain Killing Field is a killing field that I, Bailiyuan, carefully arranged for you. Even if each of you can withstand thousands of troops, you will never leave here alive.

"Chiyan, when you die, I will freeze you on the top of the snow. We will always be companions, and we will never be separated in death. Xiahou Rin, I will bring your body to the South China Sea to bury your ashes. You and your brother will forever be together. Can't meet!"

"You're crazy, Bailiyuan," Xia Houlin said, "your revenge is meaningless."

"Really?" The corner of Bailiyuan's mouth was sarcastic, "Xiahou Rong, I haven't finished yet, do you know what my treatment of Shen Jue is? Shen Jue, I won't kill you, you will live, Like me, live alone!"

Xia Houli was shocked.

He turned to look at Shen Jue, the man was standing beside him, his profile was still cold and clear, and there was no expression. Snowflakes fell on his brows and eyes, like a layer of mournful frost, his whole person was made of ice and snow, and even his eyes were frozen.

"What do you see me doing?" Shen Jue glanced at him and turned her head.

"Master..." Xiahou murmured.

There was an unspeakable pain in his heart, like a dry field, wrinkled.

"So do you understand now?" Shen Jue lowered her eyes and brushed the snowflakes on the iron, "For me, the biggest punishment is not death, it's not the ashes, it's you who died, I'm alive."

"Did you row your arm yourself?" Xia Houlin asked, "In order to understand the anesthetic?"

"Um."

"… "

Xia Houlin looked at the snow-white ruins all over the world, the blood-colored pond was also covered with white snow, the dead assassin's severed limbs were covered with pale frost, and the sky in the distance was reflected in the godless eyes. In the fluttering snowflakes, he smelled the smell of human blood, and in his cruel and short years, the sweet taste has followed him to this day.

"Young master..." Xia Houlin twitched the corners of his mouth, "Why don't you understand? You are different from us. We people die when we die, and it's nothing to be buried in the wilderness. But you are different, even if you die, you will die. To lie in a large coffin wrapped in gold lacquer and jade, eat, worship, worship, and lively, how can you be like us, die in a nameless place and be a nameless ghost?"

Shen Jue was silent.

Xiahoutong said sadly: "I owe you too much. Without Jialan, you are the master of Qingtian, Xie Jinglan, without Xiahoutong. Duo, what do you want me to pay back?"

"No need to pay." Shen Jue said.

He turned his head, his eyes fell through the swirling snowflakes and fell into Xia Houlin's eyes, "No need to pay it back. A Lin, whether it's Xie Jinglan or Shen Jue, a life with you is my best life."

The sound of snow was rustling, and at this moment, it seemed extraordinarily vast and vast, as if a thousand troops pierced into Xia Houlin's heart.

"Have you finished your last words?" Bailiyuan stood up from the beam and looked down at them condescendingly, "Just die when you're done."

"Bai Li Yuan!"

Xia Houlin looked at her from a distance, and placed Bushenglian across his chest. Chiyan and Shen Jue stood behind Xia Houlin, they looked at Bailiyuan across the snow curtain, their eyes were like frost and snow.

"Your revenge is indeed frightening." Xia Houlin stared at Bailiyuan, and said word by word, "But whether it's buried in the barren snow or walking alone, our souls, partners, dearest and dearest ones will surely be there. The day of heavy snow is back. Bailiyuan, this is the curse of the countless ancestors of Qiye Jialan who buried their bones, and it is also the oath of all of us."

The snow wind hovered over the ruins, like the whistling of mourning souls. The assassins stared at them silently, the icy snow condensed on their fingertips, and the cold light of the arrows trembled slightly in the snow mist.

Bailiyuan looked at them indifferently, the irony at the corner of her mouth gradually deepened, as if dismissive.

An assassin's voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the ruins, "Xiahou Lin, is this the reason why you came here knowing you were going to die?" A man walked out of the snow and mist, took off his white porcelain mask, revealing Xia Houlin's familiar face.

Is a book.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you, you are already at ease, why do you want to come back to die again?" Shu Qing twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled sadly, "Because you think you have a long life, don't you just die? Yes, one hundred and one hundred."

"Because this is the wish of many people, and it is also my own wish." Xia Houlin lowered his head to look at his palm, and said, "Shiqing, in the Shen residence you said that I got the antidote for seven and a half months and defected to Galan. No , there is no antidote from the beginning to the end. Chiyan and I have been two knives from the beginning, forged to destroy the garan, the medicine the abbot feeds us can temporarily get rid of July and a half, but it will also make our body Forever."

Shu Qing was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes, looked at him blankly, and then looked at Chi Yan. He knew that Chian would not lie.

He nodded lightly.

An assassin asked, "Aren't you your own sons of murder?"

"Yeah, he probably thinks that the father's debt should be paid by the son. What he didn't accomplish back then, he would leave it to us to complete." Xia Houlin looked down at Bu Shenglian and smiled indifferently, "Reincarnated as his son. It's probably the worst thing in my life." He looked at Shuqing, "Actually, there was no choice from the very beginning, didn't it? On the one hand, it was to survive, and on the other hand, the soul returned to the hometown, either one or the other. Take you to rebel together, so now I ask you, what is your choice?"

A bleak mournful wind swirled over the ruins, Shu Qing lowered his head, and the hand holding the mask was shaking. Eighty-one whips, seven and a half months, the fruit of bliss... All the pain turned into a heavy sadness like pig iron, pressing on his shoulders. All the assassins watched him silently, as if waiting for his answer together.

Bailiyuan sneered and said, "Jinnaruo, are you going to betray me?"

"Yes, I want to betray you." Shu Qing whispered. He threw it hard, the white porcelain mask smashed to the ground, the crisp sound like ice shatters broke the silence, and the porcelain pieces were torn apart. The sound echoed over the ruins, and everyone stared at the mask fragments without saying a word.

Shu Qing walked over to Xia Houlin and handed him a letter, "This is Brother Seventeen's suicide note. When I went back that day, I wanted to secretly rescue Brother Seventeen, but... I didn't expect Duan Jiu to have already attacked Brother Seventeen. ."

Xia Houlin silently took Tang Shiqi's suicide note, his hands trembling slightly.

"I..." Shu Qing choked for a moment, and tears flowed down slowly, "Senior brother, whether you forgive me or not, thank you, this time..." He looked into Xia Houlin's eyes, "Don't leave me alone. In Galan."

Xiahou Lan looked at him quietly for a while, then stretched out his fist and slapped his shoulder.

"Brothers."

Xiahou Ran raised the birth lotus, looked at the assassin in the distance, and shouted: "What about you? Everyone, the supreme bliss you seek is a lie of Bailiyuan, you are the ghosts of Baili's family, and you are being hunted down by Baili. Eaten by a family and become the slaves and puppets of the Baili family, is this the supreme bliss you want? No, this is not the supreme bliss, this is the endless suffering that will never be freed!"

"Now, tell me, do you choose to be Bailiyuan's walking corpse, or..." Xia Houlin said word by word, his eyes were sharp as knives on his blood-stained face, "Come with me, live in bliss, and live together with me. Immortal!"

silence.

There was only the rustling of snow left between heaven and earth, as if it were the whispers of mourning souls.

An assassin stepped out of the snow, walked behind Xia Houlin, smashed the mask into the snow, and the icy porcelain surface was torn apart.

"Asuras, Sky Spider Cut, defect!"

Immediately afterwards, another assassin walked out slowly, smashing the mask. However, in the third and fourth, more and more assassins gathered behind Xia Houlin. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if a fine black tide spread over the white snow and poured into Xia Houlin's back.

"Jialou Luozhong, Jiang Henchou, defected!"

"Gandharvas, Bitterleaf Knife, defect!"

"Come on, Luo Zhong, Long Que, defect!"

Beneath the ice and snow, there seems to be a deadly murderous intent reviving in deep sleep, which is the killing intent from time immemorial. The assassins showed their faces, some resolute, some immature, some dark, some pale, some handsome and some mediocre. At this moment, there was a wolf-like determination on their faces, because they had given up their lives and voluntarily walked towards unknowable destruction.

For a time, nearly half of the assassins had assembled behind Xia Houlin. The crowd of dark crowds stood on the edge of the pond, facing off against the assassins on Bailiyuan's side. The bone-chilling killing intent spread in the snow wind, and beyond everyone's expectations, this fierce battle turned into a fight between evil spirits and evil spirits, and a duel between demons and demons.

There was an uncontrollable turbulence in Xia Houlin's heart, murderousness surging like a tide in his blood, he slowly clenched Bushenglian, and the pattern on the handle of the knife rubbed his palm hot.

"Xiahou Rin," Shen Jue lifted his shoulders, "keep calm, you are not alone now, you are the leader of the assassins."

Chi Yan reminded in a low voice, "You are the new abbot."

Xia Houlin was stunned, in a trance, he seemed to see the old face of the fallen leaves killing their hearts.

It turned out that he finally embarked on this road, as if it was inevitable.

Xia Houlin raised his eyes, and steel-like killing intent burst out in an instant.

"The ancestors of Jialan, protect me, go to bliss, and return to immortality." Xiahou Lin roared loudly, "Masters, return with me!"

The assassins drew their swords together, and the light of the swords splashed like snow.

"Return together!"

"Return together!"

"Return together!"

The sound was like a frenzy, sweeping the snow.

Bailiyuan stood in the pale ruins, and stretched out her index finger to Xia Houlin and the others, like a strict judgment from hell.

"Very well, if that's the case, then I will do as you wish." Bailiyuan smiled savagely, "Everyone, listen to my orders, kill me!"

All arrows fired! The arrows from both sides were like rain. The crossbow arrows were exhausted in an instant, everyone advanced and drew their knives. The two black tides collided, biting each other like beasts. , I can't tell whether it is snowflakes or blood flowers. In the fierce battle, Xiahou Lin launched a round of slashing, the knife light was densely woven out, and all the black clothes and flesh and blood in front of him were strangled to pieces.

But not fast enough!

Bailiyuan's figure in white clothes and red clothes slowly disappeared at the end of her field of vision, and the snow mist covered her traces.

"Xiahou Rin, we will open the way for you!" the assassins shouted.

The assassins roared and rushed forward, one wave after another, the person in front fell under the opponent's blade, and the person behind stepped on the corpse of his companion and rushed forward again. A blood line was squeezed out of the chaotic Kuroshio, and everyone gritted their teeth to maintain it. Xia Houtong turned around and looked over through the rain of blood, Chi Yanzheng chopped off the masked head of a man, blood sprayed on his quiet cheeks, Shen Jue sideways let an assassin pass, and at the same time drew a knife and sent it into his belly .

"Go! Xiahou Rin!" the assassins were roaring, "With the wishes of the dead but not dead, the wishes of all of us, kill Bailiyuan!"

In the sound of the fight, Shen Jue turned his eyes, the top of his eyes was bloody, cruel and beautiful.

"Go," Shen Jue said, "if you live, I'll go find you. If you die, I'll accompany you."

That is a promise, blue sky and yellow spring, life and death.

Xia Houlin didn't hesitate, turned around and ran into the vast snow mist.