A gloomy wind blows.
Inside the hut, the candles were dimly lit, and the windows were swayed by the wind.
A young woman in red came with a baby in her arms, followed by a man in red. Tang Zhuo's consciousness was erratic, and he vaguely felt that he didn't know what it was. He floated out of the window and peered into the room, and recognized that the woman and man were Lu Chunqiu and don Wangxi when they were young.
There was also a white-haired witch in a black cloak in the hut, who placed a dagger, chicken blood, candles, and red thread on a short wooden table. Lu Chunqiu was sitting on the wooden chair in front of the low table with his baby in his arms. He looked very tired and weak, his eyelashes were drooping, and there were a few tears in his eyes. His eyes were still red, as if he had cried. Don Juanxi, on the other hand, stood behind Lu Chunqiu with a serious and cold expression.
The goddess said in a hoarse voice, "How long has it been?" Lu Chunqiu said, "It's been three days..."
As Lu Chunqiu said, he opened the swaddling clothes.
Lying in the swaddling clothes is a dead baby.
Lu Chunqiu suddenly couldn't help covering his face and burst into tears. Don Wangxi put a hand on her shoulder with a sullen face. Lu Chunqiu looked like he was only in his twenties at this time. The second child died as soon as he was born, and Lu Chunqiu was a powerful person. The impact on him was hard to imagine.
The goddess stepped forward, closed her eyes, and slowly danced her two dead twig-like palms on the face of the dead baby, pondering for a while, as if she was feeling something. Don Juanxi stared coldly at the goddess's hands, her expression unpleasant, as if she had a lot of hostility and distrust towards the goddess. The goddess said: "It's okay, it's okay, this baby died not long ago, and it can still survive."
Only then did Lu Chunqiu slowly stop crying, tears rolled down his cheeks, and said, "...Really??!"
Don Juan Xi seemed unable to bear it any longer, with "liar" written all over his face, and walked alone with his sword in his arms and turned his back to them. Lu Chunqiu wiped away his tears. The goddess took out a string of golden bells from her sleeves and shook it twice. A soul-sucking bell sounded like the sound of the sky and sang into Tang Zhuo's ears, causing him to step back in fear.
But there was a sense of confusion in the body, and Tang Zhuo was too familiar with this feeling.
The goddess began to chant a mysterious incantation, and the golden bell rustled like the wind blowing over the maple leaves. Tang Zhuo floated in the air, feeling an unexplained sadness and pain, floating around the hut for no reason.
Suddenly, there was the sound of knocking on a porcelain bowl from the hut. Suddenly he heard the sound of things being smashed to the ground, chicken blood was splashed all over the ground, Tang Zhuo suddenly felt a shock, and evil spirits swept his vision. Suddenly, a cloud of soul smoke with the outline of a baby floated in front of her eyes, and the baby's cries burst into waves. Following the goddess's chanting and golden bells, it floated into the hut, as if a lost child had found his way home. Tang Zhuo felt a deep resentment and jealousy towards his fellows, and rushed towards the cloud of soul smoke. His consciousness was filled with the pleasure and fear of killing. The heart-piercing cry of the baby exploded in his mind. Tang Zhuo was terrified and wanted to stop, but this piece of soul smoke was like a wild beast, insisting on tearing this weeping piece of soul smoke into pieces.
Then, swallow it.
"rustle!"
Tang Zhuo was suddenly shocked. The body moved involuntarily, and the swimming fish generally penetrated into the house. The wind was blowing violently, and the porcelain bottles in the house were overturned, and small things were even smashed around the house like leaves. Lu Chunqiu hugged the dead baby tightly and pulled the wooden table tightly. Don Wangxi turned around, the goddess opened her eyes wide, the bell stopped, and Tang Zhuo slammed into the dead baby's body.
The baby's eyes snapped open, their eyes glowing green.
Heart-wrenching cries resounded throughout the hut.
Lu Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, with a happy expression on his face, but the goddess said in horror: "This is not the soul of this doll!!! Kill him!!!"
The baby kicked desperately, as if there was endless resentment in his body, and he wanted to explode. The sharp sword was unsheathed, and don Juanxi was about to slash it with one sword. Lu Chunqiu suddenly shielded the baby and said to don Juanxi with tears in his eyes, "You can't kill him!!"
The goddess said: "Hurry up, kill him quickly!!! I don't know what ate the child's original soul, this child can't be kept!! If you let him live, it will definitely cause a disaster in the future!!! "
The baby seemed to understand, crying and struggling, and a small hand tightly grasped Lu Chunqiu's sleeve. Don Juanxi's veins burst and he was about to kill him. Lu Chunqiu stood up while protecting the baby. Don Juanxi seemed to have endured for a long time, his eyes were slightly red, and he said to Lu Chunqiu, "I told you long ago that the dead cannot be resurrected!! Even if they do, there will be danger, but you just don't listen!!! This child is here now. What do you want to keep him for?!! You don't want your own life??!!!"
While weeping, Lu Chunqiu looked down at the baby in his arms in disbelief, and murmured, "I...I..."
Suddenly, a black gas erupted from the baby, extremely frightening.
Lu Chunqiu was stunned.
The magpie language erupted, and the sword wind whistled and slashed towards the baby.
However, Wei Rui unsheathed automatically, blocking the magpie language suddenly, the sharp swords intersected, sparks flew everywhere, and made a terrifying sharp sound.
The black air suddenly retracted into the baby's body. The tears on Lu Chunqiu's face were not dry, but there were no more tears in his eyes. Lu Chunqiu looked at don Wangxi and said firmly, "Even if you don't want this child, I will raise him!"
Don Juanxi said in disbelief, "A-Chun! You...!!"
Lu Chunqiu seemed to have made up his mind, hugged the baby tightly, and walked out of the hut. The magpie whispered, and don Juanxi stood there, his complexion as deep as water. The goddess was frightened by this scene, so she hid against the wall and pressed her tightly. When Lu Chunqiu went out, she looked at don Juanxi again. Don Juanxi suddenly walked towards the goddess, tangled for a while, and asked, "What is it that is attached to that child now...?"
The goddess shook the golden bell a few times in a panic, closed her eyes and frowned, her expression looking very hard. There was a drop of cold sweat on her forehead, and she said, "It's... the evil spirit of a newly deceased baby, with strong resentment, as if it died tragically after suffering some kind of torture."
Don Juan Xi also walked out of the hut without saying a word.
In the middle of the night, the dark clouds were rolling, the gloomy wind was blowing, and the cold moonlight illuminated the earth slightly. The wind rolled up the corners of Lu Chunqiu's clothes and ruffled her hair. Lu Chunqiu lowered his head and looked at the baby in his arms, the baby had stopped crying, opened a pair of black and white eyes, two small hands were stroking in the air, grabbed Lu Chunqiu's face, stared at her for a long time, " giggles" with a smile.
Don Juanxi walked to Lu Chunqiu's side. Lu Chunqiu didn't want to look at him, so he turned his face away. Don Juanxi struggled for a while, but still wrapped his arms around Lu Chunqiu's shoulders, looked at the baby, stretched out a hand and touched his face, and the baby grabbed his fingertips.
After a while, Lu Chunqiu turned around and gently leaned against don Wangxi's arms. Don Juanxi pursed his lips helplessly and sighed.
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Tang Zhuo woke up suddenly.
As if the soul had just fallen back into the body, he was in a trance for a while, and when he touched his face, there were tears on his cheeks.
He lowered his head, trembling all over, clenched the quilt, bit his lip, widened his eyes, and gasped for breath.
Not only was he a dead man, but he also took away what should belong to the "real Tang Zhuo"...
Who is he
He suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness and guilt in his heart, as if he was a murderous thief who, for so many years, had taken over other people's lives by impostors, and he was so at ease. It shouldn't be him who was born in the Tang family, it shouldn't be him who is surrounded and cared for by everyone, and it shouldn't be him who has no worries about food and clothing. Standing beside some people... Standing beside Xuan Ziyuan, it shouldn't be him. It should be him. This identity, this body, this name are not his, they are all fake. He should not be the young master of the Xuanmen who holds the moon in the eyes of the stars, but a lonely ghost who was tortured and tragically killed shortly after his birth...
The door was gently pushed open from the outside, and a voice called, "Tang Zhuo!"
These two words seemed to have become a ***, Tang Zhuo got into the quilt and wrapped himself tightly. The sound of footsteps approaching the bed, Xuan Ziyuan said, "Tang Zhuo..."
Tang Zhuo shouted uncontrollably: "I'm not!!!"
Xuan Ziyuan said: "Tang—" Tang Zhuo said angrily, "I said I'm not!!!"
People outside the house heard the sound and came in, Shi Jin said, "What's wrong with Dashao???"
Tang Zhuo couldn't bear it any longer, and wrapped the quilt even tighter. Seeing that something was wrong, Shi Jin quickly backed out and closed the door. Xuan Ziyuan was silent for a long time, and subconsciously wanted to call "Tang Zhuo", then he quickly swallowed his words and said, "You... come out first."
Tang Zhuo tried his best to calm down, and when he heard Xuan Ziyuan's words, he ignored it. Xuan Ziyuan stopped talking and sat by the bed. After a while, Tang Zhuo hid in the quilt and wiped away his tears. He quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and revealed his face.
Xuan Ziyuan looked back and saw that he had finally come out, and didn't ask any more questions. Tang Zhuo said, "I, where are we now?"
Xuan Ziyuan said softly, "Out of the ghost town. Xuan Zikang and Xuan Zilin are going to the Siyin Pavilion first."
Tang Zhuo let out an "oh", took a few deep breaths, sat up from the bed, and tried his best to say in his usual voice: "I just had a nightmare, it's alright now, I, I'm a little hungry, I I want to eat something."
So Xuan Ziyuan helped Tang Zhuo up, Tang Zhuo walked a little faster, opened the door first and went out. Only then did I realize that I was staying in an inn. Qi Yue and Bai Xia were still resting in the room, while Shi Jin and Shi Yichen were sitting in the lobby to eat, which happened to be lunch time.
Tang Zhuo sat down at the side of the table, Xuan Ziyuan ordered some dishes, Tang Zhuo lowered his head and silently took the chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. Shi Jin glanced back from time to time, then glanced at Hyun Ziyuan, and shut up when he saw that neither of them wanted to explain the situation. Xuan Ziyuan served Tang Zhuo's food in silence. Tang Zhuo recalled those pictures while eating, and the voices of Shi Jin and Shi Yichen kept coming in his ears, feeling that everything seemed to be fake, so far away from him. My eyes were red while eating, and I secretly wiped tears from time to time.