Xie Bian took a few breaths before he could bite the bullet and continue to clean up those hideous wounds.
Fan Wushi has been leaning halfway on him, clutching his clothes tightly, snorting heavily when the pain is severe, but most of the time, he just restrained his trembling, and occasionally whispered in his ear: "Brother, I pain."
Anger and pain are poisons that are injected into emotions. Black death can't stop escaping from the whole body, and the bloodshot eyes are getting darker and blacker, as if they want to swallow the white eyes.
Xie Bian regretted it, regretted saying "Shout it out when it hurts", and when Fan Wuxue really uttered the pain, he was the one who couldn't resist it, and he finally couldn't help but respond: "Be patient, it's very painful. It will be ready soon."
Even if there was only a trace of soothing tone in this sentence, it was caught by Fan Wuxi. To him, it was like nectar after a long drought, because it was the tenderness that this person had never given for a long time. Almost in an instant, the black death energy subsided, his eyes became clear again, and a bit of honey was applied to his heart that was riddled with holes. He tightened the cloth in his hands, secretly smiled, and continued to speak hoarsely. Said: "It really hurts, did the elder brother also hurt like this just now?"
"No."
"There must be." Fan Wushi put his hand on Xie Bian's waist and eyes, "It would be fine if it hurts all over my body."
"...don't move around." Xie Bian cleared another wound, "It will be healed soon."
Fan Wuxi snorted: "In the past, I couldn't persevere in my practice, and my elder brother always said that it would be time soon, but it turned out that it was still a long time. Did my elder brother lie to me again?"
"not lying to you."
"Then if I persevere to the end, what will big brother reward me?" Fan Wushi said with a smile, "What delicious food for me at night? Or, take me out to play?"
Xie Bian pursed his lips, watching Fan Wuxi covered in blood, his tall and strong body trembling in his arms, repeating those warm and intimate conversations when he was young, no matter how fully armed his heart was, there was a flaw at this moment, he I heard myself answer without thinking: "Someday what you cook is not what you like to eat."
As soon as these words came out, both of them were shocked. Doesn't this response admit that Fan Wuxi is Xiao Jiu? This seemingly ordinary sentence is like a stormy sea to the mood and situation of the two of them.
But what followed was the big one. At this moment, they seemed to have dreamed back to a hundred years ago. They seemed to be close brothers, and all the ugliness did not happen. This is not the ghost of the land of death, just An ordinary afternoon in the Promise Palace.
What word in this world is more cruel than "once upon a time".
This can be regarded as Fan Wuzhen's deliberate deliberation to drag Xie Bian to this point. He should have been ecstatic, and he should have pursued the victory, but he cautiously leaned on Xie Bian, but did not speak again. He was afraid that this was another dream, even the slightest sound would frighten the dreamer.
Xie Bian didn't speak any more, and quickly cleared Fan Wushi's wound, applied medicine and bandaged it all in one go.
Fan Wuxi took out a new set of clothes from his Qiankun bag, and put them on slowly, but he was very weak, and couldn't put it on after several tries.
Xie Bian reluctantly took the clothes.
Fan Wuxi smiled embarrassedly: "After five years old, you want me to dress myself."
"Raise your hand." Jie Bian turned his face away from him.
Fan Wuxi straightened his chest, raised one arm, and placed it next to Xie Bian's shoulder in a hugging posture intentionally or unintentionally.
The two of them were very close. Since they started healing each other, they hadn't been far away. Gradually, Jie Bian was completely relaxed about the distance, until now he noticed that Fan Wuxi's naked body almost surrounded him. . The mountain-like muscles that were entangled in many places by the white gauze, the broad and firm chest and the slender and powerful arms made Xie Bian suddenly feel the heat of his skin, and the heat naturally Fumigate himself.
Jie Bian is very familiar with this body. During those absurd and promiscuous days in the Promise Palace, Jie Bian had mingled with him countless times. It was tall and strong and extremely aggressive. I can't help recalling countless fragments and details.
Xie Bian straightened his body, looked away, and put on Fan Wuye's clothes expressionlessly, but Fan Wuye took advantage of Xie Bian's belt, wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him into his arms.
Jie Bian froze, and said coldly, "Let go, don't let me do it."
"It doesn't matter if you do it. It doesn't matter if you can hug your eldest brother like this, even for a while."
"You're such a shameless rascal, you won't get what you want."
"I want you, except you remain the same, everything else is changing. For example, I just want to be able to stay by your side before, to make up for the mistakes I made, and then I want to remind you more of our past, Today, if you recognize me as Xiaojiu, I will push forward and want you... "
"I didn't recognize anything. Your injury is not good, and it will affect our actions." Jiebi settled down, "That's all."
Fan Wuxi smiled: "You admit it, it's too late to regret it now, brother has always had me in his heart, why should you deceive yourself and others."
Xie Bian glanced at him indifferently, grabbed his wrist, exerted strength secretly, grabbed his whole arm, and kept away from his body.
This action affected the wound, Fan Wuxi's face turned pale from the pain, and he let go to understand Bian. He couldn't hide his disappointment, but he didn't give up just yet: "Brother, do you still remember what you said before you drank Meng Po soup?"
Xie Bian's complexion changed slightly. He has memories of past and present lives, but what happened in Hades is all memories after death. He naturally doesn't know, but Po Meng told him, telling him that he chose to forget everything and go to reincarnation. At the moment when Zong Ziheng really ended, the biggest regret in his life, the person he couldn't let go of the most, was Xiao Jiu.
"If elder brother can cook me another meal, I'd be willing to die."
Xie Bian showed anger on his face: "Shut up. Concentrate on healing your wounds, and don't delay the business."
"Brother is so kind." Fan Wushi stared fixedly at Jie Bian, wishing his eyes could be filled with affection, "It's always been so good."
Xie Bian simply turned around, closed his eyes and meditated.
"I will never let you down again." Fan Wuxi said softly, promising—
The two recuperated here overnight, and thanks to the top-notch elixir and the top-notch root bones, their bodies began to improve.
After dawn, Wu Zai took them on their way and finally escaped from the dense forest full of miasma.
Galloping on the boundless land, the blood-red sun in the sky is their only guide, the nether world is so dark, bleak and desolate-it seems that there is nothing here, only endless desolation, whether human or ghost, if they lose their direction , will be lost here forever.
So when a village suddenly appeared in front of them, both of them felt unreal as if they were separated from each other.
"It's a ghost village." Fan Wuxi looked into the distance, "Should we catch a ghost and ask if we're going in the right direction."
"Many ghost people were born in the underworld, and they may have never been to the underworld in their entire lives. Even if they ask, they may not know."
"Then go to the village and ask, there is always someone in a village who knows."
"This will scare the snake." Xie Bi'an thought for a while, "Use the blindfold talisman to look around the village first, and adapt accordingly."
"good."
In the eyes of those with low cultivation, the person or thing with the blinding talisman is as inconspicuous as a stone on the side of the road. As long as they don't make big movements or make loud noises, they can be fooled.
They stuck the talisman, breathed and held their breath, adjusted their breathing to the most gentle state, hiding their living breath, and then swaggered towards the ghost village.
The ghost village looks similar to the village in Yangjian, but it is very poor, and the houses and utensils are very simple, like a gathering place for refugees.
Ghost people don't need to eat and drink, and naturally they don't need to farm, but this doesn't mean they don't do anything. They want to "survive" in every way, except for their own practice, and they have to go to the deep mountains, swamps, wilderness and dense forests to take risks to find something that can help them. Medicinal herbs and spiritual treasures for improving cultivation, because although they can not eat or drink, and live forever, but in fact, they are the food for all ghosts, spirits, monsters and beasts.
Among them, the biggest threat to them is the hungry ghost reborn from the realm of hungry ghosts who will suddenly be born beside them.
After those hungry ghost months are over, they will tear their own ghost mother's belly and crawl out, take the ghost mother as the first food, and then frantically eat the ghost people around them. After eating up a village, they will go to find the next When a village is powerful, it will eat ghosts and monsters, and will devour each other, and eventually it will either become food, or become the king of ghosts.
When a hungry ghost is no longer hungry, no longer controlled and tortured by the seemingly insatiable desire, his cultivation must have been very good.
This is the path that the red-clothed ghost Wang Jiang Tulian has walked in the underworld for hundreds of years.
After entering the village, they soon had a harvest. The two ghost hunters were discussing where a large piece of spirit weaving grass was found in the forest, but how many ghosts were guarding them, and how many ghosts should be organized to go together. When talking about the direction of the forest, use Hades as a reference to let them know from words that they are going in the right direction. According to this, Hades is only half a day away.
When they got the answer, they didn't want to delay, and planned to go on the road as soon as possible, but they stopped at the same time because of a sentence.
The ghost hunter behind said: "Have you heard that it is unheard of to throw a living person into hell."
"Yeah, so Lan Chuanhan is still alive now?"
Xie Bian stared wide-eyed and turned around abruptly.
The ghost hunter shuddered, feeling that there was something unusual about his surroundings, but when he glanced around, there seemed to be nothing unusual, so he scratched his head in doubt.
"Brother, calm down." Fan Wuxi said softly.
Jie Bian clenched his fists.
"It stands to reason that when a living person comes to Jiuyou, he is naturally dead. But, celestial masters and impermanence are also living people traveling back and forth in the underworld. It is not surprising that Lan Chuanhan is alive. But putting a living person in In hell, isn’t that tortured to death?”
"Who knows. What kind of enmity does the Red King have with Mr. Nalan? Mr. Nalan is not a villain, so he shouldn't go to hell."
"It must be a grievance from the previous life." The ghost hunter sighed, "Don't care about his grievances, just don't affect us. I heard that the world is in chaos, and the underworld is now controlled by the Red King. Who knows if it is a blessing or a curse? .”
"That's not what our little ants should think about. Let's discuss how to deal with those ghosts."
Enduring the turbulent emotions, Xie Bian quietly withdrew from the village, and when he came to a farther place, he tore off the blindfold talisman, threw it on the ground, and growled, "Jiang Qulian, this bastard, why don't you How dare you do that to Big Brother Lan!"
"Brother, there is nothing you can do if you are in a hurry now. If Jiang Qulian really wants to take revenge, he won't kill him easily. Let's save him."
Xie Bian took a deep breath: "I'm afraid Brother Lan has..."
"Injured? Disabled? It's useless to think about it now. It's good for him to be alive. Brother, don't worry, I will accompany you wherever you want to go."
"That's hell." Jie Bian murmured.
Fan Wushi looked at Xie Bian's worry on the brow, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart, he smiled with his lips curled up: "It would be great if elder brother worried about me like this."
Xie Bian was slightly startled and fell silent.
"Brother, let's go." Fan Wuxi resisted his jealousy, "Go and save him."—
After several days of trekking, they found Luofeng Mountain, which was still the same, towering and stretching for more than a thousand miles. The Underworld was established in that mountain range, as well as the well-known Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Yama Hall, and Hell.
Xie Bian's Yujian hovered over the Hades, looking at the familiar buildings under his feet, especially the Tianshi Palace where he grew up since he was a child, his heart ached. Hades seems to have not changed much, but it has been forced to change course. He didn't know if the Underworld under the rule of the Red Ghost King was still fulfilling the responsibilities of the Underworld, whether the trial at the Yan Luo Temple, Meng Po Tang, and the six reincarnations were still operating as usual. Looking at it from the sky, it seems that nothing has changed, but there is no place for him to go back to.
"Brother, Jiang Qulian's people are all in the underworld now, let's pretend to be a messenger and sneak in to have a look."
"Um."
"Jiang Qulian will most likely put the book of life and death in the Red Palace."
"Um."
"I know you're worried about Lan Chuihan, but our most important goal this time is to get the Book of Life and Death first."
"I know." Xie Bian sighed, "I don't know what the state of Hades is like at this time, maybe we can find someone to help us, let's talk about it first."
Xie Bian's Qiankun bag had Yiner's clothes in it, and the two of them changed their clothes, put on ghost masks, hid their breathing again with the breath-holding method, pretended to be patrolling Yiner, and entered the underworld all the way.
On the surface, the underworld is operating as usual, there are still many ghosts moving around, and some souls are taken back to the underworld to go where they should go, as if nothing has changed.
Fan Wuxi caught a errand, stuck the puppet charm on him, and asked him about the situation.
After the First World War in Fengdu City, Jiang Qulian took complete control of Hades. Cui Jue, Ye You, Bo Zhu and many of Cui Jue's former minions were all imprisoned, but Ri You escaped, and Meng Po was still in Naihe Bridge. Cooking her soup, it seems that she is not affected at all by whoever rules the underworld.
She was able to be alone, obviously because she did not participate in that battle, and Jiang Qulian still needed her.
The two discussed it and decided to take the risk of asking Granny Meng for help.
It is really difficult for them to steal the book of life and death and save people from hell at the same time without being exposed, and Po Meng is the only general who has the ability to help them. However, Po Meng has always been unpredictable, no one knows what she is thinking, why she is willing to guard that bridge, repeating the same thing day after day, but even the emperor of Beiyin is courteous to her.
However, they were also worried that Po Meng would stand on the sidelines like the Wufang ghost emperor, or even not only refused to help them, but even sold them. But they can only try now.
The two mixed into the team of ghosts sending their souls to be reincarnated, and slowly walked up the Naihe Bridge. Looking at the scarlet Wangchuan River under the bridge, they couldn't help but feel emotional.
When they stood in front of Po Meng, Po Meng showed no surprise, she just swayed her smooth snake tail: "I thought you were dead, and you came back so late." Her tone was icy cold.
"Old Meng Cao." Xie Bian cupped his hands, "I want to come back every day, but I was recovering from my injuries."
"Look at your injury, you haven't healed well." Granny Meng saw at a glance that the two were injured, and there was no blood on their faces.
"This is an encounter with a ghost in the dense forest." Xie Bian said seriously, "The Underworld has become like it is today, and Cui Fujun, Yeyou and others are locked up. This is not what Meng Cao always wanted to see."
Granny Meng lightly brushed her hair with her fingers, her old face seemed tired of making an expression, she said, "Then you know why the Red King doesn't shut me up."
"What kind of deal does Mr. Meng Cao have with him?" Xie Bian stared straight at Granny Meng, "If we turn around and leave now, will Mr. Meng Cao tell the Red King about it?"
Granny Meng let out a series of laughs: "Look, it scares you, you are so inferior to your master."
"How can I compare with Master."
Fan Wushi narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Old Meng Cao, if you keep avoiding the important things like this, we will not let you go if we are discovered."
Granny Meng let out a sinister laugh: "Your Majesty, you don't have to say such harsh words, and I didn't say I won't help you."