Zhong Wumo stood in front of the straw mat for a long time before he finally came to his senses. At 1:13, he knelt down, hugged the cold body into his arms, looked at the face exactly like his own, and softly called "brother".
This time, the prince had summoned the two of them to escort him to the capital. But Zhong Youyu stopped his younger brother and didn't allow him to go.
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"Shen Qingque said, if the crown prince calls me to fight, I must not let you go, there will be bloodshed." Zhong Youyu said solemnly.
"What's the difference?" Zhong Wumo was puzzled, the two of them had the same spiritual power, and anyone who did something dangerous would do the same. Shen Lou was probably just teasing him, so Zhong Youyu would take this kind of unreasonable statement seriously.
"It's better to believe in something than nothing!" Zhong Youyu frowned and patted his younger brother on the shoulder, "I only have you as a family member left, Xiaomo, brother can't lose you."
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Lin Xin looked at Shen Lou, and Shen Lou held his hand tightly.
Before the opening of the formation, Zhong Youyu's wish to bring him back stopped Zhong Wumo when he went to the battlefield. Many things have changed in this life, and Shen Lou couldn't predict when such a war that would cost Zhong Wumo his life would happen, so he reminded Zhong Youyu not to let Zhong Wumo go to the battlefield for him at any time, especially when the crown prince gave orders .
Zhong Youyu remembered it firmly. He saved his younger brother, but he lost his life ahead of time.
"Youyu's soul." Shen Lou handed Huang Quanzhu to Zhong Wumo, and when he was buried, he asked Zhu Xingli to draw a revealing formation, maybe he could say goodbye to Zhong Youyu face to face.
Zhong Wumo took Huang Quanzhu, looked at the flickering soul fire in it, and was silent for a long time, then suddenly got up and walked to Lin Xin, bent his knees and was about to kneel.
"What are you doing?" Lin Xin quickly pulled out Yanggu, and supported Zhong Wumo's knee with the scabbard.
Shen Lou was afraid that he would affect the wound, so he immediately lifted Zhong Wumo up.
"Marquis of the Lulu, do you remember that you promised to do something for me?" Zhong Wumo couldn't kneel down, so he simply stood up, level with Lin Xin.
That day in the palace, Lin Xin grabbed Zhu Xingli's soul, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he got the main force of Zhong Wumo to call his master back safely. He owed Zhong Wumo a favor.
"Remember, what do you want?" Lin Xin frowned.
Zhong Wumo raised his hand, handed Huang Quanzhu to Lin Xin, and said sonorously and forcefully, "Move the soul of brother to my body."
There were gasps all around. Soul shifting is a variant of the ancient demon's "seize the house" technique. It has always been regarded as a sorcery, and it has been a long time since anyone has heard of this ancient technique.
That day in Zhu Xingli's bedroom, Zhong Wumo saw Lin Xin perform the soul transfer technique with his own eyes.
"Soul and soul are not intertwined, even if you move them, you can't live." Shen Lou immediately denied this madman's idea. In his last life, he saw Lin Xin playing with his soul, trying to transfer the newly-dead soul to someone else's body, but the soul and the soul are incompatible, and can only be retained for a moment, and there is no possibility of resurrection.
Lin Xin didn't veto it right away, he took Huang Quanzhu and pondered for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."
Swinging everyone away, Shen Lou carried the injured Lin Xin back to the marshal's tent, and Zhong Wumo dragged his brother's body and walked in.
"The two of them are twins. The same body means the same soul. Maybe we can try it." Lin Xin looked at Zhong Youyu's body, and then at Zhong Wumo. Most of the seizures recorded in ancient books are the bodies of close relatives, because the souls are more compatible with each other because blood is similar.
"One life for another, what is the picture?" Shen Lou disagreed.
"That's not the case." Lin Xin shook his head, "Two souls and one soul, one body with two souls."
The twins are originally one, split into twins, and the two become one. Zhong Youyu's body was damaged, and his soul was sent to Zhong Wumo, and the two shared the same body.
Dark clouds covered the sun, a cool wind blew through the camp, and there was a light rain on the grassland. The sound of war horses entering the shed came from outside, and Dong Shichuan was counting the deer glass sent from the Western Regions against the rain.
"The soul returns to the sky, the soul enters the earth, life and death are impermanent. In short, you really don't have to do this, let Linfeng go back." Shen Lou persuaded him with a solemn expression. One body with two souls, in the eyes of ordinary people, is a monster. Why did Zhong Wumo have to suffer such pain
Zhong Wumo ignored Shen Lou's persuasion, and still stared at Lin Xin, repeating that sentence, "Move my elder brother's soul to my body. You promised."
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the Huyan River is gradually rushing. The fish hatched in spring have now grown up, leaping with the gurgling water, endlessly.
"Return of the soul!" A low shout resounded in the handsome tent, and a dazzling spiritual light came out of the tent, then quickly gathered together, and disappeared.
"Plop", Zhong Wumo, whose forehead was covered with cinnabar patterns, closed his eyes and fell straight on the ground.
Lin Xin supported the ground with one hand, panted for a moment, and stepped forward to check.
"Cough cough cough..." Zhong Wumo coughed suddenly, slowly opened his eyes, his mind returned to normal, his body suddenly jumped out three steps sideways like a grass carp on a chopping board, "Ah! Where is this?"
"Zhong Youyu?" Shen Lou protected Lin Xin behind him, and looked coldly at the screaming man lying on the ground.
"Shen Qingque! Didn't I die?" Zhong Wumo had been calm all year round, and suddenly made a wide-open and closed expression, which was a little stiff.
"Brother, get up." The voice suddenly became lower, Zhong Wumo stood up, with a little smile in his eyes, and thanked Lin Dao with his hands together.
"Xiao Mo?"
"Um."
"What's going on here? How can we be in the same body?"
"Remove soul."
Lin Xin looked at the man talking to himself, it was very novel, he put his chin on Shen Lou's shoulder, and watched Zhong Youyu's face change from shock to pity, and then into embarrassment in Yuntunwuji with great interest .
"Zhong Youyu, did you take Ashin's blood?" Shen Lou began to settle accounts with a cold face.
"Yes..." No matter how stupid Zhong Youyu was, he knew at this moment that he had been fooled, "A group of barbarian masters came halfway and took away the blood." He remembered Shen Lou's words and tried desperately to get it back, but the other party had a lot of people. Things were not protected, but he died unexpectedly.
Injured and expending spiritual power to move his soul, Lin Xin had no strength, so he stretched out his arms to hug Shen Lou's waist, and handed over all the weight of his body to him.
Shen Lou glared at Zhong Youyu, told him to shut up temporarily, turned around and hugged Lin Xin, put the quilt on the bed, "Go to sleep for a while, I'll call you when we get out of camp."
Lin Xin hooked his neck and licked his dry thin lips, "I want brother Qingque to sleep with me."
Shen Lou froze for a moment, smiled helplessly, lowered his head and pressed the man on the pillow, kissed him hard, and coaxed him softly: "I'll come as soon as I go."
She actually promised to come and accompany him.
Lin Xin's eyes lit up with a smile, and he graciously let him go.
Shen Lou walked around the screen, grabbed Zhong Wumo's collar, dragged him out of the tent, and walked all the way to the Huyan River. The rushing water accompanied by crackling rain curtains isolated the sounds in the camp.
"Shen Qingque, what are you doing! Ah!" Zhong Youyu couldn't help opening his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, Shen Lou punched him in the face.
"I said before that Ashin's blood fell into the hands of barbarians, and the consequences would be disastrous. Why didn't you listen?" Shen Lou's fist was bulging with veins.
In the previous life, Lin Xin's blood was stolen, and the spirit devourer appeared, and it is the same in this life. Fighting with Wen Shilan these days, but he hasn't seen the Devourer for a long time, which shows that the barbarians have run out of Devourer. Now, Lin Xin's blood was offered by Zhong Youyu with both hands, and I don't know how much this idiot took away.
"I thought, if it doesn't work, it will be ruined." Zhong Youyu hugged his rain-soaked head regretfully, "What is the use of Lin Xin's blood?"
"After all, it's not for detoxification." Shen Lou punched him again, turned around and left.
The relationship between Devouring Soul and Lin Xin must not be known to anyone, including Lin Xin himself. People in the world will not understand his crime of conceiving jade, but will only blame him for not defending the way with death.
The sky is falling, and Shen Qingque will carry it on his shoulders!
The author has something to say:
small theater:
"Huyan River Concert"
Lou Lou: Three fists to the left, three circles to the right, one kick to the neck, one kick to the buttocks, to lull the sleeping daughter-in-law, let's hit Youyu!
Zhong Youyu/Wumo: String your soul, my soul, a bunch of clover, a concentric circle
Xinxin: When I am different from the world, then let me be different. Bloodletting has long been a habit for me_(:з」∠)_
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source of song
"Healthy Song" Mavis Fan
"Love" Little Tigers
"Stubborn" Mayday