The wax burned out and darkness remained.

The fire was extinguished, but the embers.

But darkness has been bright, ashes have been hot, and he has had years of light and heat. No one knows it at this moment and will never be mentioned again.

Mo Ran had already devoted all his last trace of spiritual power.

He watched the Yaque disperse, the Yin soldiers sink to the ground, and the living people are no longer under control, and the chess pieces are cracking. He watched the black tide that was about to swallow the top of life and death, and watched the disaster in hell be over.

Everyone said that he was unforgivable, and he felt so. But this demon finally did something exactly the same as the gods. Chu Wanning was his candle, and he followed the light and followed him step by step.

"elder brother!"

"Ran'er!"

He heard someone calling him in a vague way. He saw Xue Meng staggering towards him in his heart, and saw Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang breaking out of the siege and running towards him.

He felt relieved by their call. He grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, but tears rolled down his bloody face.

He wanted to say, "I'm sorry, I'm not doing it well."

But his throat was choked, and in the end, he begged: "Don't hate me."

I'm really...

I really like you guys.

I like my uncle and aunt, I like the top of life and death, I like this stolen warmth and stolen relatives.

Uncle, aunt, Xue Meng.

Don't hate me.

Millions of soldiers retreated, and Mo Ran fell heavily to the ground, covered in mud and dust.

When Chu Wanning was seriously injured and unconscious in his previous life, his white clothes were stained with blood, but his whole body still looked very clean. He is different from Mo Ran, who has always been dirty.

When his consciousness was distracted, he felt Mrs. Wang reaching out to wrap her hands around him, and her soft and warm arms called him with heartache: "Ran'er."

He heard Xue Zhengyong and Mu Yanli arguing, and shouted angrily: "A treacherous plan? What other treacherous plan can there be? If it were the chess piece he summoned, why could he achieve this level in order to withdraw his troops!"

He heard Xue Meng shouting, "Don't move him! Don't move him! Don't take him away!"

There was chaos.

Mo Ran explained it with great intention and gave him more advice, but he was really too tired and too tired.

He closed his eyes.

Jiaoshan.

In the hall of the ancestors, the eternal lights were breathing in a faint light. The wax candle made of whale oil was as thick as a bowl. There was no sun, moon and sky here. Only the lamps and flowers flowed into lingering candle tears, indicating the passage of time.

Shi Mei sat in a high position wearing a white fox fur fur and brocade robe. He supported his forehead and was closing his eyes to rest.

This position was originally seated by Xu Shuanglin. At that time, he watched Xu Shuanglin refine a series of precious chess and create a paradise and purgatory, hoping that his master would return to the world.

He thought this person was very interesting, but unfortunately he couldn't stay.

There was a silk cloth with magic tricks in front of him, with dragons and snakes flying on it, densely filled with small dots of various colors.

This is the "sand table" created by the Immortal Lord in the previous life in conjunction with the Zhenlong chess game. The black dot is the Zhenlong black dot, the silver dot is the white dot, the red one is the abandoned one who has already died, and the small squares on the silk cloth represent hostile forces. As long as there is this sand table in hand, he can see the battle clearly even if it is thousands of miles away.

Shi Mei spread the silk cloth in front of the desk, but he never looked at it carefully. He knew very well that Mo Ran would make the final choice, putting this cloth, but it was just for fun. There are countless ways for the Immortal Lord to get out of the predicament, but Master Mo only has one way to go, so there is nothing good to look at.

I don’t know how long it took, but the hall gate suddenly opened, and a slight footsteps sounded in the hall. Shi Mei did not look up, but just asked lightly: “Are you here?”

A man stood on the bricks and stones that could be seen by others.

The man who walked in was wearing a snow-white cloak with a low brim, and his face was hard to see. He stopped in the middle of the hall, with a lotus figure.

The man spoke with a elegant voice, but a low tone: "Just heard outside just now, Mo Ran shattered all the chess pieces made by the Immortal Lord."

Shi Mei didn't even tremble in her eyelashes, and said calmly, "Yes, he has no choice."

The man said again: "...The body of the immortal king is no longer good. So the chess pieces he controls have already begun to retaliate against you. Now Mo Ran uses the power of the spirit core to unlock them all. You have to get rid of them, which is also a good thing."

Shi Mei smiled and said, "Oh? Are you caring about me?"

The man refused to answer, and after a while, he said, "What are you going to do next?"

"I'm still following the old plan." Shi Mei finally moved. He stretched his waist, relaxed his peach blossom eyes, and smiled, and the room was full of spring. "I've told you a long time ago."

"...I know you are thinking carefully. But you have to think clearly that Mo Ran paid such a great price to stop Zhenlong's chess pieces from raging. The monks of these sects are not fools, and they will not have no doubts about the whole thing."

Shi Mei smiled and said, "I know what you mean. In order to block a great disaster for the cultivation world, he did not hesitate to break his spiritual core, he is a hero."

"Do you think the cultivation world will interrogate their heroes?"

Shi Mei did not answer directly. He still smiled, his fingers overlapped, and placed them under his jaw, and asked the visitor gently: "Does Mo Ran do this look like Chu Wanning in his previous life?"

The man was silent for a while before saying, "...like. It's almost a repeat."

"Okay, let me ask you again. Chu Wanning was placed under house arrest by the Immortal Lord in his previous life. How many people in the cultivation world really care about him? Remember him?"

“…”

Seeing that he did not answer, the smile on Shi Mei's face became more and more unfathomable: "Almost none, right? I told you all. In those years, Xue Meng ran around, and at first someone shed two tears of sympathy, promising that he would give him a helping hand and go to the top of life and death to save people. But then? Under the accumulation of power of the Immortal Lord, those promises were only stuck in his mouth. And as time passed, the initial touch dissipated, people became more and more annoyed by Xue Meng. When he ran to ask others, everyone told him that Chu Wanning had been in the palace for so long, maybe he had already died. How could he lose other lives for a person who was unknown to life and death?"

The mysterious man shook his head: "Chu Wanning was really missing at that time, but now Mo Ran is still by their side. Even if he is cruel, they may not hurt a person who has just shed blood for the cultivation world."

Hearing his rebuttal, Shi Mei couldn't help but sigh: "You, compared to me, have lived for a few years, so they are still too naive."

As he said, he put away the silk on the table, and the chess pieces on it had turned red, which meant that they had all failed. He didn't care and put the silk back into Qiankun bag.

"When people do not involve their own interests, they can be noble. But once they damage themselves, they will gradually reveal their animal nature."

His slender fingers tied a knot on the Qiankun bag. Shi Mei looked up and said, "Now in their eyes, half of Mo Ran may be a good person who was wronged, and half may be a tricky evil person. It is a pity to hurt a good person by mistake, but if you misplace the evil person, you may cause bloody storm in the entire cultivation world."

“…”

Seeing the other party listening silently, Shi Mei continued: "So, even if he breaks the spirit core and blocks a major disaster for the cultivation world, he still has too many doubts. Human nature is suspicious and what damages oneself, he will choose to eliminate the roots. This small variable will not change the final result."

The mysterious man asked: "So, do you think Tianyin Pavilion can still capture Mo Ran smoothly?"

Shi Mei smiled: "Tianyin Pavilion is our people, everything is in the plan, which is inevitable. Next, as long as I find a way to get Mo Ran's spiritual core fragments, I can clean up the Immortal Lord again. With his power, what else can't be done."

The man did not answer the conversation immediately, and after a while, he said: "But in another world, you have manipulated him for nearly ten years, what have you done?"

Shi Mei was slightly stunned, as if he was stabbed by a man's questioning tone, and his face slowly calmed down. After a while, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean by this? Do you question me?"

"...No, I didn't question you." The man sighed, "You and I have the same original intention. I'm afraid no one in this world can understand you more than I do."

Shi Mei's cold expression calmed down a little, but his beautiful eyes were still staring at the face of the man below, as if he was examining how true and false the man's words were. Finally, he pursed his thin lips and said, "Just understand. Every step I took was to get what we deserved, so some sacrifices were inevitable."

"Um."

"You are right. You are the one who understands me the best." Shi Mei gently, "I live step by step in these two lives, and I am frightened. I have almost no one to trust except you."

“…”

"Don't let me down."

Shi Mei finished speaking, lingering like a butterfly. After a complicated silence, the mysterious man spoke. His tone was calm and he said, "I have been wanting to ask you a word during this period."

"What?"

The clouds outside Jiaoshan are covered with clouds, the wind is blowing, and the plants are bleak and fall. It seems as if countless displaced people are crying - the sound of the wind.

The man said, "I really want to know how great the sacrifice was for our affairs in my previous life. Tell me the truth."

Unexpectedly, he would suddenly ask this. Shi Mei frowned and raised a fire, and his eyes were bright: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago? Some innocent people will die. This is normal. If you think about the trampling we have suffered in the past, you will-"

“How many are some?”

The man's gentle and determined voice interrupted Shi Mei's words, and Shi Mei seemed to be hoarse for a moment.

His face began to become obviously depressed. This was very abnormal, because Shi Mei had always been a person who did not express his emotions easily, but in front of this mysterious man, he seemed to have no concern about his fangs and claws, just like the murderous intent on his face at this moment, and this man could not see it at all.

"Some are just some. Do I still want to register innocent people who died and send them to you for your examination?"

But the man smiled faintly and said softly: "Okay, you know, I can never see it again."

“…”

"I have always cooperated with you, and after I came to find me and told me the truth of my previous life, I have been helping you for so many years. You lurked on the lonely moonlit night, and I do everything you tell me to do on the top of life and death." The man said, "Although I have some confusion and occasionally confusion, your thoughts are my thoughts, and your pursuits are my pursuits-for the same thing as we share, I have long put life and death aside. I always thought you were the same, so I don't care about sacrificing myself, as long as we can succeed."

Shi Mei suddenly stood up and paced back and forth.

"What do you mean by saying this? You put life and death aside, which means I am in peace?"

He looked back and stared at the man in white, his face cold.

"If you know what kind of person I am, you shouldn't have said such words at all."

"I know." said the mysterious man, "but I was thinking, after you pretended to die in your previous life, you hid behind the scenes as Hua Binan and controlled Mo Ran's inner worms for ten years."

"Eight years." Shi Mei interrupted him, "Later, Chu Wanning divided his earth soul into two and penetrated into his body, and recalled some of his nature. In eight years, he committed suicide, not ten years."

"Okay, eight years," said the man. "In the past eight years, you have expanded the hatred in his heart and made him commit all kinds of heinous sins, but it is getting farther and farther away from our original intention. Why don't you stop him in time when you see him like this?"

Shi Mei laughed in anger: "Do you know how difficult it is to refine a flower of Eight Painful Eternal Hate?"

"……I know."
To be continued...