Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 182 (Novel --- Environment) 19
Hu Hanwen didn't know how long he had been lying there, but when he woke up, he saw countless poisonous insects looking at him motionlessly, their slender tentacles intersecting each other. If it was before, he would jump a few meters away in fright.

But now, even though the ground was icy cold, Hu Hanwen didn't feel it, instead he smiled wryly; "I was most afraid of you all my life, but I became you." "

Footsteps came from far to near, accompanied by the sound of dragging.

Fu Ziqing appeared, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, his hands were stuck in the creaking hole of the village chief, he frowned, and with all his strength, he threw the village chief in front of Hu Hanwen.

Fu Ziqing moved a bench and sat not far away, the curtain had already been drawn, and a good show was about to be staged.

"In the future, you will live as if you are dead." His tone was flat, as if announcing the final obituary, "You don't know how much I hate that you have something that I didn't desire but couldn't get."

Hu Hanwen's hearing seemed to have degenerated, and what came into his ears was the buzzing of bees flapping their wings.

The old village chief was lying in front of him, his slightly heaving chest proved that he was still alive, his face was covered with age spots under his white hair, and the skin and flesh of his neck had lost its firmness, covering the surface softly, as if expired and moldy Mille-feuille, but the pulse is beating, so alive.

Hu Hanwen heard the sound of himself swallowing.

Holding his hands tightly, he shook his head frantically, "No, it's impossible."

He curled up, hot tears poured out continuously, his eyes were full of fragility, his body was like a flat boat in the ocean, the strong wind swept the waves and rushed him to the black hole of pain, no matter how much he paddled, he could only paddle to the bottom of his heart. Exhausted, the distance to the vortex is still getting closer
Hu Hanwen shook his lips with difficulty.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanming, self-destruct and protect the heart"

The things in the body seemed to sense the suicidal thoughts of the owner of the body, and Hu Hanwen let out a wailing cry, fell to the ground and rolled over.The pain came from within, and quickly spread to every part of the body. The organs seemed to be held by someone, and they were stirred wantonly. His face turned from white to red and then to purple. , stretched out his hands, and squeezed the old man's neck.
"I'm sorry." Hu Hanwen said this with the last ounce of reason.

"boom--"

The wooden door was slammed open, and the metal latch made a crisp sound.

Hu Hanwen's pupils were dilated, and he could only vaguely see a girl in a white dress with short black hair.

The refreshing fragrance of flowers permeated the room and floated under his nostrils.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Hu Hanwen recognized this voice, and the blood whizzing and flowing in his veins seemed to be calmed down as if he had been comforted. He even felt a soft touch with his right index finger, and then a very slight pain. He couldn't be more familiar with this feeling. For the spell to work, it must be offered in blood.

The things in the body seem to be climbing rocks continuously along the blood vessels, gathering at the fingertips, and then rushing out along the small wound.Hu Hanwen felt that he was on the steep coast, and the stormy waves rolled down, the waves tore, roared, and slapped the rock face fiercely and terrifyingly.The dark blue sea and the sky are boundless.Suddenly, a ray of sunlight tore through the dark clouds, and a person fell headlong rapidly, and the corners of the pure white skirt bloomed like a short-lived epiphyllum.

The sea made a welcoming gesture.

jumped down.

"Do not--"

Fu Ziqing let out a tragic cry, piercing through the clouds and stones, like a drum bell standing in a silent temple, weeping and mourning.

Because Peng Xiaoyan is a ghost, the skirt does not cover his arms and feet, it is a semi-permeable membrane, and the naked eye can see that there are tens of thousands of densely packed reptiles inside, one on top of the other, group after group, wriggling non-stop .

"Stop, stop quickly."

Fu Ziqing called out.

The blue-green veins were entangled on his face, as if they were about to burst.

"Unless you die"

Fu Ziqing ran to the kitchen with difficulty, and came out with a kitchen knife.

His hands were shaking, he was afraid.

"Peng Xiaoyan"

The sound came out from the depths of the internal organs.

The female ghost didn't turn her head, she just snuggled up to Hu Hanwen's side, lightly touched his plump forehead and high bridge of nose, engraving this person in her heart as if she were imitating her.

Fu Ziqing raised his arm mechanically.
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The moonlight slanted on the blade, casting a slanted light on his face.

His cheek hit the ground hard, Fu Ziqing's eyes were open, and there was only the reflection of a girl inside.

She will never know.
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Houses with red bricks and green tiles, green rice fields stretch as far as the eye can see, black goats and children are grazing by the ditch, and behind them stands a tombstone. Before mottled, the girl was sleeping peacefully in the coffin, and countless people were crying in grief behind her.

(End of this chapter)