Mr. Ghost looked at Jiang Heng for a long time, and finally shook his head.
Jiang Heng understood, but he didn't give up, and wanted to ask him a few more words, but Mr. Ghost instructed: "If he is not dead, you will meet one day; if he is dead, why are you so persistent?"
Jiang Heng knelt silently in front of Xiangzhou's Bone Burial Pagoda, closed his eyes, and the rain followed the wind and floated over again, hitting him on the face and body.
At night, Mr. Ghost did not know where he went.
In the Haige Hall, Luo Xuan sat in front of the desk and opened the food box, which contained rice cooked with rice and a fish cooked in sauce.
Jiang Heng opened the food box in front of him. Dinner was the same as Luo Xuan's. This was the first meal he had eaten in months. However, tears were stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow anything.
"Luo Xuan made the rice," a voice sounded, "he wants to ask you, is it delicious?"
Songhua appeared again, sitting on the table in the center of the sea pavilion, revealing her white ankles. Luo Xuan seemed to ignore her.
"I didn't say anything," Luo Xuan said displeasedly, "don't speak for me, you annoying bastard."
Jiang Heng raised his head slightly and looked towards Songhua.
Jiang Heng said, "Where is this?"
"Didn't Mr. tell you?" Luo Xuanman replied casually, "Cangshan, Haige."
Perhaps it was Jiang Heng's cry while kneeling in front of the Xiangzhou Bone Tower, which made Luo Xuan's face a little calmer, or perhaps it was Mr. Ghost's attitude that made Luo Xuan change. Although his tone was still indifferent, it was not like the previous few days, with a murderous aura that rushed towards his face.
What Jiang Heng wanted to ask was, what kind of place is this
Songhua's tone was calm, and there was no change in his tone. He replied, "The border between the two kingdoms of Ying and Dai, Cangshan among the mountains, and Haige on the coast of the Changhai. You don't know it's normal, because the ghost master Yanmo I went to all the history books and records about this place."
Jiang Heng looked back and thought about it, knowing that most of these were Xiangzhou's apprentices, and when they saw that Xiangzhou was still guarding himself before his death, they brought him back with him. Luo Xuan was Xiangzhou's apprentice and he was dying. For his brother's sake, he healed his wounds.
"Do you want to eat?" Jiang Heng said, "Little sister, I haven't touched this one. Give it to you, I can't eat it."
Luo Xuan's mouth twitched, and he looked up at Jiang Heng, as if he had heard a joke.
"I don't want to eat, you eat." Song Hua's eyes were always sloppy.
Jiang Heng nodded reluctantly, ate a little hard, and drank some water, his throat finally opened. I have to say that Luo Xuan's dishes taste really good, much more delicious than the ones he ate in the capital. Just like the dishes made by Wei Po in Xundong, they taste like home.
Jiang Heng and Luo Xuan sat opposite each other, half swallowing food, half swallowing tears, and finished their meal in silence.
Luo Xuan silently took away the food box that Jiang Heng could not finish, and walked in front. Jiang Heng glanced at Songhua, and Songhua said coldly: "Jiang Heng, follow Luo Xuan, he will take care of you."
Jiang Heng nodded blankly, shook his wheelchair, followed behind Luo Xuan, and returned to the bedroom of the two.
There is a small courtyard outside the bedroom, and there is a well in the courtyard. Luo Xuan lit the lamp, hung it at the door, drained the well water, sat aside, and started to wash their dishes.
"Brother Luo, let me come." Jiang Heng thought about it, but he didn't know how to address him. He was not a disciple of Haige, so it was inappropriate to call him "Senior Brother Luo", so he had to change his name.
Luo Xuan washed the food box a few times, but did not let Jiang Heng touch him, looked at him sideways, with a lonely look in his eyes, as ruthless as the little girl Songhua, but after all, a little bit of humanity.
"Why didn't you die for my senior brother?" Luo Xuan said seriously, "It's okay if you die, why are you dragging him? What did he do wrong? What's the use of saving you bastard?"
Jiang Heng seemed to have been hit by a heavy blow all of a sudden, his head began to hum and hurt, and the blood in his chest couldn't help surging.
"When you can go," Luo Xuan said again, "just get out of here, I don't want to see you."
Jiang Heng turned around and entered the room silently.
Luo Xuan stripped naked in the courtyard, drank the well water, poured it from head to toe, his toes on the bluestone slab moved, and he sighed wearily.
Three days later, Jiang Heng's life was almost manageable, and there was no need for Luo Xuan to turn over and wipe his body for him. But during the five months he was in a coma, he found that he had no bedsores, which means that Luo Xuan took care of him every day, turning over and scrubbing him.
Because of this, what Luo Xuan said made him feel more guilty.
Mr. Ghost hasn't appeared since that day, and Songhua didn't know where he went. In the Great Ocean Pavilion, there were only Jiang Heng and Luo Xuan. Jiang Heng's legs were slowly recovering, and they were often extremely itchy. In order not to wake Luo Xuan at night, Jiang Heng had to endure it and grabbed the quilt tightly with his hands.
During the day, when he was able to leave the room, he felt better after all. Jiang Heng rocked his wheelchair and went to the hall. When he saw that there were fallen leaves inside and outside the temple, he bent down and picked it up. Sometimes he saw Luo Xuan's clothes soaked in a bucket, so he climbed over and washed Luo Xuan's clothes. This is the only thing he can do under the guise of others.
Luo Xuan passed by the porch one day and saw Jiang Heng scrubbing his underpants diligently in the yard, so he stopped, and then simply sat under the porch.
Jiang Heng glanced at him, didn't dare to say a word, and felt ashamed to speak to him.
Luo Xuan stroked back and forth with his right hand on the back of his left hand and wrist, then hooked it to a place, gently pulled, and pulled off a layer of almost transparent silk gloves, threw them over, and landed in the bucket.
"Wash it," Luo Xuan raised his brows and said, "Excuse me."
Jiang Heng took it immediately and gently rubbed it on his hand. The silk glove was so thin that it was almost nothing. It seemed to disappear when immersed in water, but it was very tough.
After Luo Xuan took off his gloves, he put his left hand in front of his knees and looked at the sunlight. The blue-black scales on his hands were glowing with a faint golden light, spreading from the back of his fingers to half of his left arm.
"It's done, Brother Luo." Jiang Heng handed over the gloves.
Luo Xuan put the gloves on his knees to dry, and glanced at Jiang Heng playfully.
Jiang Heng glanced at the back of his hand, and when he saw that he noticed him, he didn't dare to look any further.
"Look at it if you want," Luo Xuan said, showing his scaly left hand to Jiang Heng, "What are you afraid of? You are afraid that I am a monster, aren't you?"
"No... No." Jiang Heng immediately shook his head and said, he did think that everything about Haige was too weird. Xiang Zhou possesses stunts, but he is still a mortal assassin. Luo Xuan's left hand, and Song Hua, who was not at all popular, always made him feel a little uneasy.
"I'm human," Luo Xuan said. "You don't have to be afraid. Come here and let you take a good look at my left hand. Come."
Jiang Heng didn't dare to come forward, Luo Xuan pretended to be angry and said, "Are you just treating your savior like this?"
Jiang Heng then limped over with a wheelchair.
Luo Xuan said: "Very good, I can leave now."
With that said, Luo Xuan picked a flower beside him, handed it to Jiang Heng, and signaled to continue. Jiang Heng went in without knowing, and took it. As soon as the camellia reached Luo Xuan's hands, it immediately began to wither, and the petals turned yellow, pitch black, and fell.
Jiang Heng was startled, but it was too late when he stopped, his finger touched Luo Xuan's index finger.
In an instant, Jiang Heng watched his second fingers turn black and swollen, and immediately shouted.
Luo Xuan suddenly burst out laughing, gloating over the misfortune of a successful prank, and firmly grasped Jiang Heng's wrist. Jiang Heng couldn't dodge in time, and he subconsciously planned to be poisoned to death. It was the right hand that grabbed him.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Xuan let go of his fingers and let Jiang Heng take his hand away, and flicked his five fingers on Jiang Heng's poisoned finger.
Jiang Heng only felt a cool breeze, and the poisoned hand slowly healed.
Jiang Heng: "…"
Jiang Heng couldn't believe it. He looked at his hand and then at Luo Xuan. When Luo Xuan's prank ended, he lazily put on his drying gloves.
"You have poison in your hands," Jiang Heng said.
Luo Xuan said "um", after putting on the gloves, he pointed his left middle finger with his right hand, and slowly stroked up the back of his hand, saying solemnly: "This is the cultivation technique of Haige. Snake venom nourishes and coexists with snake venom."
Jiang Heng calmed down and said, "So scales will appear on the back of your hand."
Luo Xuan didn't answer, looked at Jiang Heng, and said in a low voice, "The more scales, the stronger the toxicity, and you will fall five steps away without even touching you..."
Jiang Heng said, "Will you not hurt yourself by practicing this kind of exercise?"
"Of course it will." Luo Xuan said with an evil smile, "When the scales grow to the arms, shoulders, and then to the mouth of the left heart..."
Luo Xuan didn't say any more, and raised his eyebrows a little, meaning you understand.
Jiang Heng: "…"
Luo Xuan said: "If I want to poison you, I just need to think about it. The gentleman can't save you, and the Hai Nu can't save you. When are you going to get out?"
Jiang Heng said, "I... I... Thank you for your care. Brother Luo."
Jiang Heng knelt down toward Luo Xuan and was about to kowtow to him, saying, "I... will definitely leave as soon as possible, and I won't appear in front of you again."
Luo Xuan stared at Jiang Heng for a while, without answering, got up and left.
It was night, and Jiang Heng's legs were still numb and itchy, but he knew that he was about to recover. After recovery, he might be able to walk reluctantly, and he would not end up with a life-long disability, but it was no different than before. You must cherish this opportunity to come back from the dead.
But... Geng Shu's whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown. After leaving Haige, where will he go? The capital is destroyed, Xundong has no one, and the world is vast, where is the place to live
Jiang Heng was lying on the side facing the wall, with his eyes open, when he heard the sound of Luo Xuan arranging things behind him.
He didn't turn around, and when it was the fourth watch, Luo Xuan pushed the door out and left the bedroom.
The next day, Jiang Heng suddenly discovered that Luo Xuan had left.
"He has something to do." Song Hua was still sitting on the main hall's case, swaying his snow-white legs, and said coldly.
"Where's Mr. Ghost?" Jiang Heng asked, "I should say goodbye to him too."
Songhua murmured: "He is retreating, what is he doing in such a hurry? On your shoulders, there is still destiny, and the fate of the world should not be exhausted. The life and death of tens of millions of people and the disaster of the entire Shenzhou should be yours. Leave it on, it's not time yet."
Jiang Heng: "What?"
Jiang Heng didn't understand what Song Hua said. Until this moment, Song Hua turned his head slightly, his eyes were distracted, and his eyes were focused on him.
"Mr. Ghost is retreating in the back mountain," Songhua said. "I don't have time to see you. Just wait here and wait for Luo Xuan to come back. Otherwise, where do you want to go?"
Jiang Heng said: "I... I want to go back to the capital and find my brother. I know he is not dead, he must be alive."
Having said that, Jiang Heng saw with his own eyes the scene where Geng Shu pulled out the arrow and stabbed himself in the chest, but he chose to forget all the possibility that Geng Shu had died in these days.
Songhua looked at him sympathetically and said nothing.
"Do you really think so?" Song Hua said slowly, "I'm afraid you already know it, you're just deceiving yourself."
Jiang Heng was silent for a long time and wiped away his tears.
He was able to walk slowly on crutches. In the Great Sea Pavilion, when Luo Xuan left, it was even more empty. He can only go to the kitchen every day to find food and try to cook by himself.
Mr. Ghost eats three meals a day and doesn't seem to have to eat, and Songhua doesn't even eat or drink water. Jiang Heng only needs to take care of himself.
Who are they? Jiang Heng remembered that he hadn't seen Mr. Ghost for a long time.
Another month and a half later, Jiang Heng walked on crutches, walked through the corridor, and came to the platform. The mountains on all sides were as red as blood. Tree.
So beautiful, I finally saw the "sea". Jiang Heng thought, but where is Geng Shu
His greatest wish was to see the sea with his own eyes. Is the Changhai a sea? It is said that the sea is boundless and the sky is the same color. Geng Shu said that he will take him to see the sea. Thinking of this, Jiang Heng felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and he was almost out of breath.
"You haven't left yet?" A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Luo Xuan came back.
Jiang Heng turned his head suddenly and said, "Brother Luo, I'm leaving now, but you haven't come back yet, I want to thank you personally..."
"You don't need to thank me." Luo Xuan was a servant, dressed in a self-cultivating indigo blue military uniform, his hair had grown a lot, and he was carrying a burden, "I went for you, and your wish has been fulfilled. See if you are someone else. Trouble? Let me run again."
Then, Luo Xuan threw the burden in front of Jiang Heng and said, "See for yourself."
"Dang bang", the burden fell to the ground, revealing the hilt of the black sword.
Jiang Heng was silent for a moment, trembling, knelt on the ground, his hands were shaking, and he untied the burden.
Inside is Geng Shu's black sword, as well as the blood-stained armor he wore, with holes pierced by arrows.
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"The corpse is rotten," Luo Xuan said. "It was nailed to the tree at the bottom of the canyon by an arrow. It's not easy to carry, so I will burn your brother for you."
Jiang Heng turned around for a while and saw another bag containing ashes.
Luo Xuan added: "As for that piece, what kind of jade did you say, I didn't find it, I guess it was taken by the corpse hunters on the battlefield."
Jiang Heng staggered to his feet, holding the black sword, but the black sword weighed more than 1,000 kilograms and could not be lifted.
Luo Xuan had been waiting for a long time, in order to see his heartbroken scene, his expression was full of anticipation, a kind of revenge, cruel pleasure.
Jiang Heng tried several times, but his hands were weak. He wanted to use the black sword to slash himself, but he couldn't lift his hands up. His eyes were dark. He lowered his head and leaned his neck to the sword's edge. , fell to the ground.