It was freezing cold, and heavy snow had been falling for several days, and the sky and the earth were white.
The Chenghuang Temple in the western suburbs of the capital has been abandoned for many years and has long been forgotten by the world.
After the snow stopped that night, the sky was still gloomy, and there was no bright moon and stars.
Under the steps of the main hall of the Temple of the West City God, the person who was abandoned here this morning has been completely buried in snow, turning into a small snowdrift.
A few jackdaw calls broke the silence of the night.
A gust of wind whistled past, and the snow, which had stopped for a while, started falling again.
A lonely soul stood silently beside the vaguely human-shaped snowdrift, below which was his former body. When the wind just started, the last breath was cut off, and all the pain seemed to disappear at once.
The Lone Soul did not wait for the legendary ox head and horse face, and he couldn't even leave this body for half a step. An unknown force imprisoned the Lone Soul here.
The snow fell intermittently, and this winter seemed too long.
After seven days.
Lone Soul heard the dazzling sound of hooves coming from far and near. He turned around to see that it was a team of Yulin guards.
"Look for someone!" A young general in black armor jumped off his mount, waved his hand with a cold face.
The Yulin guards searched around, and finally found a body under the steps that had been buried deep in the snow, and would never have been discovered if they didn't look carefully.
"Dig," the general said only one more word.
So after guarding his body for seven days, the lonely soul finally saw what he looked like after his death.
Rao is that these Yulin guards are good soldiers in the army, and they are used to seeing corpses, but after seeing this corpse, they can't help but vomit.
Lone Soul doesn't care about these, he didn't care when he was alive, let alone now dead.
The corpses in the snow did not smell of carrion, thanks to the heavy snow that had been in the past few days. The corpse was blue-purple, without an inch of thread, the skin was covered with bones, and the large and small scars overlapped all over the body. Upon closer inspection, it was impossible to find a complete skin on this body. Two eyes, one was gouged out and the other was wide open. The two nipples on the chest are gone, one is a black scar, as if it was repeatedly branded with a soldering iron during his lifetime, and the other is only a blood hole, which has been gouged out with a knife. A piece of intestines was dragged out of the body, and the lower body was just a pile of rotten meat. A thick round wooden stake was deeply inserted into the pile of rotten meat, stained dark red with blood. The two thighs were completely rotten, leaving only two white leg bones. If you look closely, you can see that the bones are also broken by an inch.
Lone Soul suddenly felt that he was still a little capable, and that's it, he still held on in the snow from sunrise to sunset before he stopped breathing.
A man wrapped in black fox fur walked up to the corpse.
"Master!" The young general also stepped forward, and his cold voice finally carried emotion, showing a bit of anxiety.
The man was very tall, his face was handsome, and he was also very cold. He had an innate nobility and majesty, but with an undisguised exhaustion, he stared intently at the corpse in front of him.
"Master!" The general stretched out his hand to pull the man, "Look at it, let's go," the voice actually begged.
The man was unmoved, squatted down, and reached out to touch the corpse's hand, which was shrunk like chicken feet. The bones of his hands are all broken, and only a layer of skinny wrists are left with the mark of being shackled for many years, and the nails have also been pulled out. . The man looked at his feet again. The feet were already completely useless, the ankles were broken, six of the ten toes were missing, and the remaining four were strangely shaped.
Lone Soul didn't understand why this disgusting corpse could be fondled so carefully, for fear of hurting him.
"Luo Wei," the man said in a low voice.
The lonely soul suddenly laughed, but unfortunately the laughter of the dead soul cannot be heard by the living people. This is his name when he was alive. No one has called him for many years. People only call him a slut, a sinner, a pig, and a dog. He almost forgot his own name. "Long Xuan, Long Xuan, so you still remember this name!" Lone Soul thought this was a big joke! He laughed so hard that he burst into tears, but the undead had no tears to shed.
"Master!" The general also squatted down, he didn't look at the corpse from beginning to end, only looked at the man worriedly.
"Luo Wei," the man called the name softly, and put his hand on the corpse's round right eye, trying to close the eye that couldn't rest for him, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, this one Eyes are wide open, can not close.
The lonely soul knows that he is unable to rest his eyes.
A gust of wind came over with swirling snowflakes, and the snow fell again.
Lone Soul suddenly only felt that he was floating with the wind, the power that imprisoned him disappeared, and he seemed to be free. Lonely soul lets himself go with the wind, he is a sinner, he has nowhere to rely on, and can only be a wandering ghost.
"Your Majesty!" The wind and snow suddenly blew up, confusing everyone's eyes, and the general was even more anxious, "If Your Majesty takes pity on him, then this minister will order someone to bury him."
"Zizhou, he is dead," the Great Zhou Pingzhang Emperor Longxuan said to his most powerful general, Ning Fei.
"Your Majesty!" The general tried desperately to pull the emperor up.
At this moment, a young man in a white robe rushed forward alone, regardless of Yu Linwei, who saluted him, and rushed straight to the horrific corpse.
"Lord Yu," the general stretched out his hand to stop the young man, but was pushed aside by the young man.
"How could you treat him like this?!" After only one look at the corpse, Yuwang Longxiang collapsed and yelled at his brother, "How can you treat him like this?! How can you?! Are you satisfied?!"
"I don't know," the emperor replied to his brother, "I don't know."