Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1923
As footsteps approached, Ying Baoyue became nervous again.

A very young voice came from outside.

"Speaking of which, when will these coffins be moved outside?"

"The Great Elder said that we will move after the beast fight is over. The pile of corpses in the execution hall will almost not be able to fit."

"Okay," the person who came knelt down and stroked the coffin on the ground, clicked his tongue a few times.

"Master, there is something I've always wanted to ask. Those people in the torture hall were obviously tortured to the point of inhumanity. Why did they have to be buried in such a good coffin? Obviously they were all sinners, so they dug a hole and buried them directly." Isn't that all right?"

"What do you know," came the voice of an older man, with a slight snort, "You think those corpses are put in coffins to bury them? It's too flattering to those sinners."

"Why is that?" the young man asked curiously.

"It's just that I'm afraid that the corpse will change." The elder said in a low voice, "The people who died in the execution hall were too resentful. If they were not buried in a coffin, no one would know what kind of ghost they would become."

The palms of the young man's hands on the coffin board trembled, obviously frightened, "So, that's how it is."

"If you understand, remember to bring your other juniors to move these coffins up after the beast fighting meeting is over," the elder slapped the dust off his body, "If the move is late, the person who will wait in the torture hall to pretend to be in is is you."

"Disciple understands," the young man shuddered and hurriedly replied.

"Well, let's watch the conference first," the elder said leisurely, "Keep your eyes open for me to see clearly, you will almost be playing next year."

The young man got up and left in response, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded away.

Ying Baoyue breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment the young man stopped suddenly.

"Wait, Master, do you smell anything?"

"smell?"

The elder turned his head, his tone a little impatient, "What's the smell?"

"It smells like some flower," the young man twitched his nose, and looked back at the pile of coffins behind him.

Speaking of which, when he walked to these coffins just now, he actually smelled a different smell.

The beast fight was about to start, and there were all kinds of smells in the air, but a faint scent was mixed in it, sweet and sweet, which made him a little intoxicated.

He followed the scent until he came to the empty coffins.

"Flower? Is it the smell of wood?"

The elder glanced at the apprentice behind him. This apprentice had mediocre talent as a practitioner. No one wanted to take him as a disciple at first, but he didn't expect that this kid was born with a dog nose. Therefore, he accepted this kid as his apprentice.

"Is it the smell of wood?"

The young man's eyes were a little confused, and he walked towards the outermost coffin again with his feet uncontrollably, "It seems to be that coffin, it smells particularly fragrant..."

Chunyuye's pupils shrank slightly while hiding in the coffin, and he knew what the problem was.

"Why did I meet this kid..."

He once heard that there was a disciple with an extremely sensitive sense of smell under the Great Elder, but he never thought that this person's sense of smell was so sensitive that he could smell Ying Baoyue's body from such a distance.

A sweet fragrance filled the small space, Chunyuye closed his eyes, and squeezed the slender arms of the person in his arms.

"Chun..."

"Don't move," Chunyu Ye circled her body and said coldly, "You should know whose body smell caused the trouble, right?"

"I?"

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes wide in the dark, a little unbelievable, "Is my body smell so strong?"

It seemed that this person was not conscious at all. Chunyuye took a deep breath and heard footsteps coming from a distance. He grabbed Ying Baoyue's shoulder and said coldly, "If you don't want to be discovered, don't struggle."

"I……"

Before Ying Baoyue could react, her head was suddenly pressed on Chunyuye's shoulder.

In the next moment, a sticky feeling emerged from behind her, crawling up her calf little by little.

Ying Baoyue was terrified immediately, and goosebumps appeared all over her body, but thinking of Chun Yuye's words, she could only freeze.

Faint light penetrated through the gaps in the coffin, and Chunyuye activated his true essence, lowering his head and watching silently as the black mud on his body covered Ying Baoyue's whole body bit by bit.

"what?"

The footsteps of the young disciple outside the coffin stopped, and he looked around suspiciously, "It seems that the smell is gone."

"It's all your delusion."

The elder was completely impatient, and strode down the crypt.

"But I just heard it..."

The young disciple glanced in the direction of the coffin suspiciously, finally stomped his feet, turned his head and ran towards his teacher.

The movement around the coffin finally disappeared.

Holding a breath in his chest, Ying Baoyue suddenly pushed Chunyuye away.

With a bang, the back of her head hit the coffin board.

But Ying Baoyue didn't care at all, she just looked down at the black mud flowing down her body and returned to Chunyu Ye's body.

"Why do you have such a big reaction?"

Chunyuye looked at her coldly, "I don't care if there is any disturbance to attract people."

Ying Baoyue let out a breath, she knew she was impulsive, in fact the space in the coffin was narrow, she couldn't get rid of Chunyu Ye at all, their bodies were still leaning together.

"Sorry," she glanced at him, "I just want you to stay away from me."

Chunyu Yebi's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"It seems that you really hate me," he sneered, "When you stay by Murong Heng's side, I don't see you having such a big reaction."

It's better to say that except for him, Ying Baoyue didn't have such a big reaction when facing other men.

Ying Baoyue said expressionlessly, "You are different from him."

"What's different?"

Chunyuye's masked face suddenly approached her, staring fixedly into her eyes, "Both my hands and his were stained with blood from the Central Plains, what's the difference?"

If Ying Baoyue is a sinner who hates blood on his hands, Murong Heng is also a sinner and once wanted to kill her.

Why can she forgive Murong Heng, but she can't even stand him approaching?
"I told you, you are different."

Those eyes that were close at hand were too bright in the dark, Ying Baoyue didn't know what to say for a while, so she could only repeat through gritted teeth.

"Different is different."

"Really?" The light in Chunyu Ye's green pupils flickered for a moment, and he sneered, "Is it because I'm from Xirong?"

Murong Heng can be forgiven for committing the same crime, but he is heinous.

"Don't avoid the serious and take the light," Ying Baoyue gritted his teeth, "You and Murong Heng have different sins."

The sins on Murong Heng's body can still be washed away in a lifetime, but the sins stained on Chunyu Ye's body are just like those black mud, there is no cure for it.

(End of this chapter)