Sir: "Gu Rong..."

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, seemingly unable to understand.

He asked softly as if he was asking questions about something he didn't understand.

"Why do you want to save another person?"

"Why do I have to live?"

"What is your purpose?"

Shen Gurong seemed to have grown up overnight, and all his innocent delusions about the world disappeared.

There are no good intentions without reason in the world.

He considers himself not a very good person. He has lived for so many years and achieved nothing by making jokes. There are so many better people than him back in the city. Why are his brother, his sister, and even more outstanding young people in private schools still alive? It's him.

The gentleman stared at Shen Gurong's lifeless eyes for a long time. He raised his hand to touch his hand, but Shen Gurong tilted his head slightly and dodged it.

"Don't touch me." Shen Gurong said coldly.

The husband had no choice but to take his hand back. He sighed softly and said, "I do have a purpose."

Shen Gurong said nothing and looked at him blankly.

He had experienced so many things in just a few hours that his face could no longer express any other expression.

It seems like every expression is wrong.

"Now the entire Huilu City is enveloped by the formation. Unless the thirteen plague ghosts kill all the living people and only the last plague ghost survives, the formation can be solved." The gentleman said, "And I am the person who protects the artifact. You cannot form a cause and effect with the three realms, otherwise you will be punished by heaven."

"Hmm." Shen Gurong's face was numb, "So the immortal planned to let the thirteen plague ghosts kill each other and then let me become the new plague ghost and live alone, right?"

Hearing this "immortal" sentence that was all about alienation, Mr. Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was a little sad.

He hesitated for a moment and then said softly: "No, the plague ghost who survives alone will enter the Tao by killing and ascend to become a saint..."

As the gentleman spoke, the bamboo pole in his hand suddenly emitted a ray of light. He flicked his finger, and the bamboo pole instantly split from the middle. With a sound, the bamboo pole unfolded into a long bamboo slip and floated in front of the gentleman. It is filled with dense words.

The bamboo slip seemed to have lost a corner in the battle with the water ghost. The gentleman glanced at it and frowned slightly.

"What Jing Shilu said..." the gentleman whispered, "You are the only one alive in Huilu City..."

He was silent for a moment, and then under Shen Gurong's despairing gaze, he softly finished the last half of his sentence: "And those who have not been affected by the epidemic."

Shen Gurong didn't understand, so he said "oh" in a dispensable way and calmly moved his eyes outside the window lattice.

The courtyard of Fan Jiangju was filled with blooming evening mist flowers. Shen Gurong looked at them blankly, with tears all over his face.

At this time, Shen Gurong seemed to have had his soul and soul taken away from him. Even if he knew what the teacher said about being the only surviving person, he was not happy or happy. He didn't even have fear or sadness now.

He stared at the evening mist flowers that filled the courtyard for a long time, and then murmured softly: "I don't want to live. Maybe the record of the world mentioned by the immortal was written wrong."

If you go to Huangquan Road earlier, you might be able to catch up with his family.

The artifact Jingshilu that everyone in the three worlds is flocking to, but Shen Gurong directly asserted that it was "wrong written". Anyone else here would definitely laugh at his ignorance and ridicule his naivety.

Seeing that Shen Gurong was willing to talk to him, the gentleman looked gentle and said softly: "Jingshilu can't make mistakes."

Shen Gurong didn't even look at the Jingshilu floating in the air, as if chatting, and said numbly: "Then if I kill myself here now, does it mean it is wrong?"

The gentleman was choked.

"You can't die." The gentleman pondered for a moment and then said, "Don't you want to know who put the thirteen plague ghosts into Huilu City? Don't you want to avenge your parents and relatives?"

Shen Gurong was expressionless at first, but when he heard these words, he burst into laughter.

"Sir." Although the corners of Shen Gurong's lips were curled up, there was no smile in his gray eyes. He said indifferently, "I remember you said in the morning class last month that hatred is an endless battle. The endless cycle of reincarnation requires us to have good intentions and not easily feel resentful toward others."

The gentleman was stunned.

Shen Gurong looked at him directly: "And now, you force me to feel resentment and fall into reincarnation?"

The husband pursed his lips, rarely speechless when Shen Gurong spoke, and whispered: "I just want you to live."

"Alive?"

Shen Gurong stood up slowly while holding on to the table. His legs were weak and he almost stumbled after half a step. However, he still managed to push himself up and walked towards the gentleman. He stared into the gentle eyes of the gentleman and said hoarsely: "Yes." Sir, do you want me to live, or does Jing Shilu want me to live?"

The gentleman was asked.

Shen Gurong raised his hand and put it on Mr.'s heart, and said calmly: "If Mr. wants me to live, then I will live; if you treat me differently because of Jing Shilu's words..."

Two lines of clear tears slowly fell from his beautiful eyes, and he murmured while crying and laughing: "Then just leave me alone, okay?"

The gentleman raised his head and looked at him sadly.

"Leave me alone." Shen Gurong swallowed, "Don't give me any more empty hopes, sir, I can't hold on to them."

The gentleman looked at him in silence for a long time, then he gently raised his hand, and the wide-sleeved hunter turned the Jingshilu into a bamboo stick, and stuffed it into Shen Gurong's palm.

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly.

"It's not Jing Shilu." The gentleman raised his hand and gently stroked his face, saying softly, "I want you to live."

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly and suddenly burst into tears.

This was the first time he cried. Big tears rolled down his face. He clutched his sleeves tightly and sobbed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just said something stupid, sir..."

The husband rubbed his head and said, "You are a good boy."

Shen Gurong cried so much that he could not speak.

The husband sighed silently, wiped away the tears on his face, and said softly: "I'm going to clear out the plague ghosts outside. You just wait for me here, okay?"

Hearing this, Shen Gurong grabbed his sleeves with panic on his face: "You...will you come back? When will you come back? Will you come back right away? Can you not go?"

The husband smiled softly and said, "I will be back."

He lied.

This is the first time Mu Fengxue has lied.

According to the records of Jingshi, there was indeed one person who survived in Huilu City, but that person was Shen Gurong, who slaughtered and devoured thirteen plague ghosts to enter the Tao and then ascended.

And that sentence.

"I'll be back."

Shen Gurong watched her husband leave, squatting alone in Fanjiang Village and waiting for a long, long time. It was already bright outside, but her husband still didn't come back.

Shen Gurong became more and more panicked. He was not even afraid of the ferocious-looking plague ghost anymore and struggled to run out of Fanjiangju.

The whole city of Huilu was a sea of ​​fire, burning fiercely. Shen Gurong walked beside the fire-proof river with his whole body weak, and went to look for his husband in a daze.

He walked along the river back to the city for who knows how long, and he turned around many times, but he still couldn't find the gentleman in green clothes.

The thirteen raging plague ghosts have also disappeared, perhaps they were eliminated by Mr.

Shen Gurong was walking blankly holding the bamboo pole, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, there was a loud bang, and a thunderbolt suddenly struck from mid-air, hitting the stone bridge not far away off guard.

There seemed to be the sound of glass cracking in the air.

It was as if heaven was intimidating and urging me.

Shen Gurong suddenly ran towards the place where the thunder struck.

The stone bridge was split into piles of stone chips scattered around. In the shadow of the half-collapsed bridge bottom, Shen Gurong finally saw Mr. covered in blood.

Shen Gurong's eyes seemed to be bright again, and he ran over regardless.

"gentlemen!"

Mr. Sitting with his back against the stone wall under the bridge, he was covered in blood, I don’t know if it was his or the plague ghost’s. His green clothes were all stained with blood. His white hairband was hanging loosely on his back, and the ends of his hair were still dripping. water.

His eyes were slightly absentmindedly looking at the rising sun not far away, as if he was in a daze.

Hearing Shen Gurong's voice, he was slightly startled and looked up in shock.

Shen Gurong had already rushed over, and when he saw his husband's appearance, his legs softened and he knelt down on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

"gentlemen?"

The husband said softly: "Why are you here? Didn't I ask you to wait for me in Fanjiangju?"

Shen Gurong held his hand with a look of horror on his face: "Sir, sir, blood..."

The husband smiled and said: "It's not mine."

The thirteen plague ghosts finally killed each other, devoured each other, and finally claimed thousands of lives. The plague ghost only had to swallow the last living person in the formation to become a saint. However, it searched for a long time and could not find it. Sensing the breath of living people, he angrily devoured corpses in Huilu City.

The gentleman finally killed him with a sword. Before he died, the plague ghost suddenly grinned as he thought of something. With his last breath, the evil creature that had swallowed the souls of countless people tried its best to self-destruct its entire spirit body.

The husband was caught off guard and his spiritual veins were injured. The blood on his body was from the plague ghost.

But the injury was not fatal, and he took it easy to delay his return.

Shen Gurong knelt in front of Mr. Shen, crying tears of fear or joy.

Thunder roared from the sky, striking one after another towards where the gentleman was.

Shen Gurong swallowed even more: "What was thunder that day?"

The husband smiled and said, "It's a punishment from heaven."
To be continued...