Instantly, the heat spread from his cheeks to his ears, as if the alcohol had returned, and fireworks were exploding in his brain. The bronze bells under the eaves tinkled and rang for a long time.
The nostrils were filled with the scent of apricot blossoms, dewdrops and leaves.
In the spring breeze, new buds begin to sprout on the branches.
It seemed as if something was quietly sprouting in my heart.
The first wave of Wanliu was launched.
What is Yan Qing? He searched through ancient books in the collection of Dengxian Pavilion and asked famous teachers indirectly, but finally got the same answer: There are no lonely ghosts in the world that can coexist with humans. The only evil that can exist in your body is nightmare.
If Yan Qing is a nightmare, then he is a demon. Once his identity as a demon is discovered, he will surely die.
In fact, he had been thinking about killing Yan Qing since he was five years old.
He hated losing control, hated having his body taken over, hated having people chattering in his ears, and hated being seen by others.
Most importantly, he hated everything related to demons.
…Killing Yan Qing is like killing that old man from the beginning.
Three years later, in the backyard of Xie's house, in the heavy snow, he was rescued by an old man. The old man said he was an old friend of his mother. His mother had passed away, and now he was the one taking care of him. The old man was wearing a black robe, with disheveled hair, sunken cheeks, and bulging eyes. His pupils were a little smaller than those of ordinary people, and at first glance he looked particularly scary, just like the hideous and terrifying ghosts in strange novels.
He wanted to get closer to the old man. Even though the old man had saved him, and even fed him food every day, and asked him about his well-being, all his gentleness seemed fake. Seeing how indifferent he was, the old man became even more dissatisfied, and muttered: "You little kid really have no conscience, I, the old man, saved you, and you don't even pay attention to me?" His eyebrows were full of smugness as if he was a lifesaver: "Kid, I stayed with you because I felt sorry for you. Your mother died, your father didn't love you, and you starved to death alone in the cold weather. Tsk tsk tsk, if it weren't for me, you would have died long ago. Your life is mine. It's okay for you to get close to me, but why do you act like you have a grudge against me, the old man?"
He was quietly eating a steamed bun in the snow, ignoring him.
It started raining suddenly in the city when he was four years old, a grayish-blue, continuous rain. The old man opened the window and saw the first rain, humming and laughing strangely for a long time.
The first time Xie Shiyi let down his guard against the old man was when he caught him eating raw human flesh.
Lightning silver snakes rolled and thunder rolled, blood mixed with rainwater flowed out of the house. The old man was hunched over, with green eyes, and he dragged a dead body from somewhere, biting the thigh meat in his mouth, chewing it with relish.
Xie Shiyi's first reaction was to turn around and vomit, but a heavy weight finally fell from his heart.
… As expected, it is so.
The old man was also stunned when he found out that he was a demon, and he almost lost his grip on the bone in his hand. But soon, he looked at him with his green eyes, and continued to eat human flesh while humming a song. After he finished eating, he fell asleep.
The next day, when the old man woke up and saw what was happening, he suddenly let out a sharp scream. His face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and he curled himself into a corner, muttering as if he had seen a ghost: "It's out again, it's out again..." The old man grabbed his arm tightly, tears dripping from his strange eyes: "Shiyi, you saw it too, yes, it's out again."
The old man said that there was a monster living in his body, which often appeared when he was under his control. If his eyes turned green, it meant that the monster had come out.
He was so scared and terrified that he broke down and cried loudly in front of a four-year-old child.
Xie Shiyi stood at a distance from him, his hand hidden in his sleeve tightly grasping a sharp stone, pursed his lips, and said softly.
The old man allowed himself to collapse in despair for a long time, and only after a long time did he pick up the remaining corpses like a zombie, his eyes were lifeless and his lips were trembling, and he vomited while picking up the corpses. That night, the old man talked to him for a long, long time, his eyes became soft in the candlelight and snow, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, my friend, even if I become a monster, I will not hurt you."
The old man did it.
On a hunting party of the five families in the city, the old man followed as his personal servant. In the woods, the old man's eyes suddenly turned green, and the monster appeared again. The old man was hideous and evil, and killed many people with a knife. The hunting party turned into a bloody hell. He fell to the ground, clenched his teeth, and watched the old man slowly approach with a bloody knife.
The old man's bloody face was full of madness, but when his gaze fell on him, distortion and struggle appeared in his green eyes, like resignation, pain, and hesitation.
The old man raised his arm under control and dropped it towards him—
At the last moment, the knife changed direction and chopped towards the old man's own shoulder.
The old man groaned, and the green light slowly dissipated. He raised his head with gentle eyes and gave him a soothing smile, as if silently saying "Don't be afraid."
The hunting feast of the five families in the city of Zhancheng went wrong, the eldest son of the Bai family died, and the old man and he could not escape death. He walked down the mountain with the old man and fell off the cliff.
There was a shallow stream at the bottom of the cliff, and the stream was full of sharp gravel. They were both seriously injured. He was only four years old, and lost his ability to move after his foot was seriously injured. The old man took care of the injury on his arm, carried him on his back, and took him outside.
The old man said, "That's good. Let's leave the barrier city and wander around the world."
Xie Shiyi's face turned pale with pain, and he asked softly, "Why did you do this?"
The old man smiled and sighed deeply: "Alas, there is no reason. Although I saved you because of your mother, after a year of living together, I really think of you as my grandson. After all, people are not plants or trees, who can be heartless..."
Xie Shiyi slowly took out the sharp stone that he had been holding from his sleeve and said calmly, "Are you a demon?"
The old man said bitterly: "Alas... I am. Did you see everything?"
Xie Shiyi asked: "Is the strange thing in your body a nightmare?"
The old man was obviously very resistant and afraid of this question. His body trembled for a moment, and then he said seriously: "Yes... I can stop it this time, but I will know what will happen next time. Shiyi, if one day my eyes turn green, you will run away, okay?"
Xie Shiyi leaned on his shoulder and suddenly laughed softly. He raised the sharp stone in his hand high up, and with all his strength, he directly cut the old man's throat with his back turned, coldly and ruthlessly.
There was a hissing sound.
The old man froze completely where he was.
Blood gushed out, splashing on the cliff, on the dead branches, and on Xie Shiyi's eyelashes.
Xie Shiyi jumped off his back.
The old man's throat was cut, and all his anger was vented out. He could only turn around in the darkness, his eyes bloodshot, as if questioning him - Xie Shiyi, why
Xie Shiyi got up from the ground, panting slightly and said: "... Three years ago, I saw you saving me. At that time, your eyes were green."
The old man was stiff all over.
Xie Shiyi raised his head, his eyes like a knife cutting through the night, his breathing was steady, but he spoke softly, word by word.
"There is no loss of control, no curse. The monster in your body has always been you."
Everything was quiet.
I don't know how long he was silent. The old man stopped talking. His eyes rolled in the darkness, and finally he smiled strangely. The wound on his neck healed automatically, tearing off all disguises. A faint green light flowed from his eyes. He said hoarsely: "I have coveted the Glazed Heart for so long, and it really lives up to its reputation. I originally wanted to spend some time to make you willingly shed your heart's blood, but now forget it."
The old man stretched out five fingers, and the pressure from a cultivator that could not possibly belong to the human world forced Xie Shiyi to stagger back.
Xie Shiyi held the sharp stone tightly in his hand, closed his eyes, and counted one, two, three in his mind... When he counted to four, someone shouted, "Here?"
The old man was stunned.
Xie Shiyi took advantage of this opportunity, pounced over, and pierced the old man's eyeball with the stone in his hand.
The old man fell backwards with a whimper. He came to the human world to escape. He escaped from the pursuit of the Qin family, his body was broken, and his spiritual power was scattered. Meeting Xie Shiyi was a complete surprise. Who could have thought that the child secretly born by Wei Shengzhuang, a criminal from Zijinzhou, who escaped to the human world, would be Liuli Heart. Liuli Heart, Liuli Heart, there is nothing in the world more nourishing than it.
The old man was about to say something when his eyeballs suddenly hurt.
"Little bastard!" he cursed in horror.
Xie Shiyi took a deep breath, took the stone in his hand, and pierced his throat again. He killed all the demons... In the end, the one who killed the old man was actually a guest of the Bai family.
He lost too much blood and his consciousness was blurred, so he couldn't see what the guests looked like. He only knew that when he woke up, he was locked in a cage with a group of people. Although the tragic scene at the hunting banquet was caused by the demons, they were all suspicious people before the truth was revealed.
Hungry, thirsty, sleepy and tired, Xie Shiyi held a stone tightly in his hand. The sharp edge broke his skin and the sharp pain made him want to fall asleep. After all, if he fell asleep, he might never wake up again.
Half asleep and half awake, he thought of many things, including the moment of hope and grievance when a pair of old hands gently stroked his head in the snow. For more than 300 days a year, the old man mended his clothes, found food for him, and stopped him from being bullied.
It’s true, it’s fake.
They are all fake.
Rather than saying that the old man is a demon possessed by a nightmare, it is better to say that his "real person" died long ago, and it is the nightmare itself that occupies his body now.
Nightmares are cunning, false and hypocritical, and they often confuse people's minds.
Fortunately, after he saw a pair of green eyes in the snowy weather, he was always awake and never lost. Fortunately.
At this time, someone handed over a bowl of porridge in the midst of hunger and thirst, "Why are you locking them up here? They are starving to death."
I couldn't hear whose voice it was, but something happened behind me and the noise was overwhelming.
"Young Master, be careful!"
“Oh, it hurts!”
"The young master is bleeding, hurry up, take the young master downstairs to get him bandaged!"
"Wuwuwuwuwu, why did you make the edge of the cage so sharp?" The voice was soft, like a coquettish act.
Later, he was woken up by someone pulling his hair, and a bowl of porridge was handed to him.
The porridge was thick and thin, with a few drops of blood on it.
"Eat quickly! Don't starve to death!"
The old man was a nightmare throughout his childhood. The scene of the old man sitting on the corpse with green eyes and humming a song with blood in his mouth on a thunderstorm night has always been in his mind and can't be erased.
Nightmare is the curse of the devil and an evil that has escaped from human beings.
Therefore, he could only carefully, carefully, and carefully guess at Yan's falsehood and hypocrisy.
Look, the man cutting off his own arm in the hunting forest and looking at him, even the painful struggle seems so real.
At the end of the road of spring water and peach blossoms, he was saved by Le Zhan. The immortal with a celestial spirit, elegant and easy-going told him that if he went to the upper heaven, he could go to the Forget Love Sect to find him. The immortal who saved him said: He was born with a glass heart, which is very suitable for practicing the ruthless way.
He refused both of these.
Liuli Heart, Liuli Heart again. Xie Shiyi has always liked this kind of illusory thing, so he likes Yan Qing. Whether Yan Qing is a nightmare or a nightmare, he has ten thousand reasons to kill him.
He had been living in the wind and snow since he was born. His heart had long been frozen by ice and snow, and was entangled by thick thorns and poisonous vines like a wall.
The old man spent a year teaching him that he would never believe in evil again.
Everything he knew about the demon species, one by one, told him about the nightmare's insidiousness and viciousness.
But.
When he was five years old, on a rooftop on a midsummer night, an absurd thought flashed through his mind: Maybe I can trust him.
Trust him, follow his guidance, and allow him to approach you.
Later on, I had an even more absurd thought: Maybe Yan Qing really has no ill will towards me.
Until the night of the closing of the Immortal Pavilion, he tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep, lost in the memory of the cool touch of his mother's lips.
A little bit of clues, then every little bit of detail, became a fire, starting to burn the reason.
The heart is like glass.
Did he really hear, notice and never doubt
He heard the bells on the eaves tinkling in the wind, and his heartbeat was as deafening as the chirping of cicadas.
He noticed Yan Qing's trembling fingertips in the dark, and he was as frightened as a butterfly caught in a spider web.
The red candles were threading the knots, the wedding dress was stained with blood, and he suspected that the reason for his insomnia was the same as what he was thinking.
Will...
real…
Could it be...
Then, all those tiny, absurd thoughts that formed a complete sentence were shattered into dust in the past thirty-five years.
The moment he fell into the sea, the Soul-Separation Orb shattered... Even though he was dying, he still kept his sanity and wanted to open his eyes to see his true appearance. This time, at the bottom of the deep sea, he met a pair of emerald green eyes. The light was dazzling, surpassing all the treasures in the world.
What followed was a hand that grabbed his neck.