Ode to Longevity

The corn in the dustpan is still waiting to be dried, the clothes with holes are spread out on the table, and there is a basket of needles and thread. There were two corners of wine on the table, and his favorite peanuts. However, the food had already cooled off, dust had fallen on his clothes, and even the corn in the dustpan was wet with rain and dripped with golden tears.

"Pfft..." The white figure in the air fell into the pool, causing countless ripples. Those who were struggling to walk towards the shore were all dyed red with blood, dispersed by the water halo, causing a pool of The little fish hid under the lotus, not daring to probe.

Looking at the three quiet and beautiful people in front of them, they were all lying down well groomed. Ghost Star wiped away the blood in the lake in front of him, dragged his heavy body, and walked towards the thatched hut in front of him step by step.

It's nice to bring you all out.

I said that I would let you see how I punish bad people, but you didn't expect that you would see me so embarrassed.

I didn't touch any of those who destroyed your bodies.

Is not, very useless ah.

"Father, mother..." A weak voice came out of Gui Xing's throat. The figure was stained red with blood. He clasped the steps with one hand. He didn't have the strength to go up. Three points off.

Difficulty leaning on the ground with both hands, dragging the legs that have no sense of any longer, lying on the cold wooden board, panting, breathing, looking at, never realized that this journey can be so long.

"Ghost Star!" It suddenly landed on the ground, Feng Qingge turned down the fire stick in his hand, and stared coldly at the dog-like man crawling on the ground.

There was no blood on the enchanting face, and even the rouge and gouache had been washed away just now, revealing his true face. Not as ferocious and terrifying as he imagined, his clean face made him look like he was only in his twenties, handsome and weak. He couldn't hold the ground with his fingers, so he used his fingernails to hold the gap between the boards, moving it little by little.

Large tracts of blood gushed out from his body, and his whitish fingers pressed against the warm blood, bringing out bloody handprints one by one, dragging his heavy body, wiping a path of blood on the ground.

His movements were too slow, like an old man approaching his twilight years, each step was so laborious, and each step could only be moved out a little. The three people lying on the wooden chairs were still a few meters away from him, but every second was so long and so slow for him.

"Ghost Star..." Mu Cangyun, who arrived, moved the corners of his lips and clenched the fingers of both hands.

Looking at the ghost star who finally climbed up the building, Mu Cangyun tilted his head slightly, just when the ghost star fell into the air and was about to fall, he lightly raised his right hand, and the green star force dragged the ghost star to the wooden chair.

"I, I'm back..." Without any gratitude, the big blood-red hand grabbed the corner of the person in front of him, and Gui Xing's voice softened. He didn't deliberately lower his voice to speak, but his voice was very gentle. He held the hand of the old man in front of him as if he were treating a peerless treasure.

No temperature, very cold, very cold.

However, it doesn't matter, he can't feel the temperature anymore.

Also fast, do not know what is cold.

"Father, the wine you like to drink, I have... bought it, it's on the table... wake up, just remember... drink it, warm it up." The deep eyes turned to the other side, Gui Xing moved his body, Crawling towards the middle seat, the old woman lying down closed her eyes tightly and opened her clothes slightly.

The person on the ground supported the ground, struggled to straighten up, tried to raise his arm, but found that once he let go of his hand, his body would fall down. Desperately raising his head, his hard teeth clenched into the wooden chair, Ghost Star raised his trembling hands and gently sorted out the old woman's clothes.

It's just that he was too tired, and his teeth were still aching while biting on the wooden chair. Ghost Star's hands fell on the cold corpse. Just as he let go, his whole body fell to the side. The swaying wooden chair couldn't support his weight at all. It swayed back and forth and fell to the side, smashing on the innermost wooden chair, and fell to the ground together with the first wooden chair.

"Kacha..." His fingers were run over by the wooden chair, and his legs were hit by the wooden chair. Ghost Star just gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand without a word, trying to pick up the fallen person again.

"This is Ghost Star's parents, wife and children?" Feng Qingge was stunned, the golden light surrounding her slowly disappeared, and even the fire stick returned to its original appearance.

Mu Cangyun nodded, stretched out his hand and brushed it forward, the wooden chair that was pressing on Ghost Star was removed, and the three corpses were lifted up by the power of nothingness and fell in front of him one after another.

"Mu Cangyun..." He tilted his head to look at the two people standing in front of him, Gui Xing just raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and gently stroked the cheeks of the two old people with his blood-stained fingers, just facing the When he was the last one, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Step by step, he reached her side, opened his hands, and hugged her.

"Yue'er, you said...you like Begonia's powder, so I'll show you how to wear it every day, okay? Dad, mom...is this newly made body suitable? Cough..." The blood from the corners of the mouth continued to overflow , sprinkled on the face of the person in his arms, Gui Xing smiled lightly, sat up with difficulty, hugged the cold body in his arms, and said with blood: "No... wait, you guys, soon. I'll be back...by my side..."

"Feng Qingge...What is the weakness of the living dead...why do you, would rather not let...they be resurrected, but kill...me!" Ten fingers clasped together, the blood on his head was flowing downwards, ghosts Xing looked at the two people on the opposite side, no matter how much he was unwilling, it would not help.

It's just that he doesn't understand what this weakness is! Why did Han Bing say when he was dying, the weakness of the living dead. It just didn't give him any chance to capture. He didn't want to leave with regrets. He wanted to know where the flaws were in the living dead who he had studied all his life.

"Is the puppet of the living dead beside you remodeled with the dust of your parents, wife and children being incinerated?" The lifelike corpse is right in front of you, but it still has a different aura. It is very weak, but Feng Qingge can sense.

"Yes..." All hope was annihilated, but he was not reconciled, and put those broken bones back, together with soil, and injected them into a new body, he thought, after destroying Chaoyang Sect, just With them, whether they can really survive or not, they must be together forever, regardless of life or death.

However, he lost.

"I think you'll know where their weaknesses are." Raising the fire stick with one hand, Feng Qingge walked out coldly towards the front, reaching out and inserting the stick into the ground, holding Xuanji who was attached to her waist with her right hand. The knife, with a "whoosh", shot towards the ghost star holding the corpse.