Chapter 152: The dull taste of the world is loneliness
Endless darkness.
The sound of a drop of water is like echoing in the empty valley, the sound is empty and long-lasting.
"Where...is this?"
Xu Qingmu stood up and looked around. There was only darkness. Suddenly, a faint white light came from directly in front of Xu Qingmu. Xu Qingmu stood up staggeringly and took a step forward. Only then did he realize that his feet were covered with water.
Stepping on the water covering my ankles, I walked forward step by step. It wasn't until I got closer that I discovered that a candle as thick as my thumb and about five inches long was lit on a blood-red coffin. The white light was exactly this candle.
The candle flickered from above. Although the candle flame was small, it lit up the entire huge space. It really felt like a thousand-year-old dark room, illuminated by a single candle.
"Kowloon Soul-Suppressing Coffin?" Xu Qingmu was a little surprised. The coffin had been completely opened, and countless blood flowed out of it. With the candlelight, Xu Qingmu realized that what he stepped on was all blood-red blood. Xu Qingmu got closer and thought.
I wanted to find Song Zihan's body, but found that there was no one inside except for the blood coming out.
"Where is this place? Is there anyone there?"
Xu Qingmu looked around, and there was nothing but darkness.
"Crash-"
There was the sound of iron chains scratching around, accompanied by the ticking sound of blood, which seemed extremely strange. Facing the direction of the sound, Xu Qingmu picked up the candle next to the coffin and cautiously reached forward, but suddenly he reached out.
The huge head caused the candle in the young man's hand to fall directly into the blood.
But miraculously, the candle did not go out when soaked in water. Xu Qingmu hurriedly picked it up, and the light returned to the dark space again.
He saw clearly.
In front of him is a huge chain, locking a horned dragon that is completely black and is a hundred feet tall! The head is as big as a carriage, and its eyes are as bright and huge as lanterns, shining with a strange red light. The dragon's breath is hot and
It's weird, especially the two dragon horns on the head, which have turned golden.
"Who are you?" Xu Qingmu asked bravely: "Why are you here? Where is the body in the blood coffin?"
He remembered clearly that what was sealed in the blood coffin was the body of his master, Song Zihan, who was missing a soul.
The huge horned dragon seemed to be very uncomfortable. The huge body bound by the iron rope slowly twisted, causing the iron sound of the iron chain rubbing: "Your master?"
The sound was loud and rough, with heavy breathing, which made Xu Qingmu's ears ring.
Qiu Long moved his body and stretched his head out of the darkness: "Who is your master? How did you get into this blood coffin?"
With the help of candlelight, Xu Qingmu could see clearly that there was a shining silver sword stuck in the middle of this huge dragon's head. The sword was inserted very deep, leaving only the hilt outside. But this giant dragon was inserted into it.
It's so miraculous to be able to survive with a sword. Xu Qingmu took a step back and said, "My master's name is Song Zihan. As for why I'm here, I don't know. It should be because I'm dead."
The giant dragon was stunned, and then laughed loudly. The voice was like a bell ringing in the ears, extremely shocking: "The dead will not appear in this blood coffin, but I do know who your master is."
Xu Qingmu was about to ask a question when the dragon's voice came out again: "Boy, how about we make a deal?"
"What deal?" Xu Qingmu was a little wary. When he heard that he was not dead, he became even more cautious. If he was fooled by this dragon, the consequences would be unknown.
Endless anger suddenly rose in the dragon's eyes: "See if this iron sword is gone, and help me pull it out!"
On the head of the dragon as big as a carriage, the silver-white iron sword looked so small. If you didn't look carefully, and the sword hilt reflected the light of the candle, Xu Qingmu couldn't notice it at all. Xu Qingmu looked at the huge horned dragon in front of him,
He refused directly: "I won't be fooled by you. That sword must be your seal. If I pull it out, if you break through the seal, you will definitely swallow me whole!"
Qiu Long's eyes were a little surprised, as if his thoughts had been read through, and he continued: "Boy, do you know the origin of this sword?"
Xu Qingmu was a little curious and simply sat next to the coffin: "You want me to help you draw the sword, unless you tell me the reason."
Qiu Long stared into Xu Qingmu's eyes: "The name of this sword is: Nothingness. It is a sword made from the human heart. It can be hidden in the body and appear in the world. It can destroy the body and soul, all with the thought of the holder." Qiu Long's eyes seemed to be like this.
I felt a little scared and recalled some horrible memories.
"Then how do I know that this sword will definitely work for me?"
The horned dragon opened its huge mouth and spit out a corpse that had turned into white bones. The bones all over the body were golden and hard: "This corpse is the owner of that sword. If you reach out and hold his withered palm, you will know what I mean."
What he said is true or false.”
Xu Qingmu looked at the corpse and shook off his doubts. In just a moment, the golden bones turned into flowing light and merged into Xu Qingmu's mind. On Xu Qingmu's forehead, a golden dragon-shaped mark appeared, as big as a copper coin.
, but the color was like gold. At that moment, in front of Xu Qingmu's eyes, on the huge and tragic battlefield, sword energy was flying, corpses were everywhere, and the wails were like hell...
After a while, Xu Qingmu recovered from the shock. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the silvery white on the head of the horned dragon rose into the sky and moved instantly to the young man's hand. Xu Qingmu lowered his head and lay on the silent silvery white long sword in his hand, and then raised it.
He raised his eyes and looked at the horned dragon:
"Last question, where is this and why am I here?"
The horned dragon was freed, and the iron chain shook like a mountain. The horned dragon also shrank quickly and turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man. Looking into Xu Qingmu's eyes, he understood in his heart: "This is the Void Domain, the ruins of an ancient battlefield. As for why you are here
This... some pain will be borne by you when you wake up. Are you really willing to wake up?"
There are still water droplets falling in the void area, which is very similar to the sound of the bell struck by the bald monk on the top of the mountain in the east chamber.
The middle-aged man spoke again: "Wake up, this world is lonely."
Xu Qingmu couldn't remember many things clearly, but he vaguely remembered that some people were waiting for him. So his eyes were firm: "Send me back!"
A strange emotion flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Okay, it's as you wish over there!" The middle-aged man stretched out his finger and lightly touched the golden dragon-shaped logo between Xu Qingmu's eyebrows, and the boy disappeared instantly.
In this world, the middle-aged man transformed into a horned dragon sighed:
"After all, can't we get around this reincarnation?"
...
Xu Qingmu's eyes became completely black, as if endless years had passed, until when he opened his eyes again, the white light pierced his eyes and hurt.
The memory came with it, and the smile of Lin Xue, who was dressed in white and took the sword for Xu Pei, floated in his heart.
Tears flowed down.
The sounds around her gradually became clearer. Xu Qingmu opened her eyes and let the tears stay.
"Boss, boss, how are you? Open your eyes and look at me. I am Qi Shang!", "Xu Qingmu, how are you, please speak!", "Brother..."...
..
In an instant, countless concerned voices came, but Xu Qingmu's eyes were still blank, staring blankly at the roof.
The wounds on his body have been stopped by gauze and the bleeding is no longer life-threatening. However, a group of people stood beside the bed, but their hearts were extremely heavy. If this young man never recovers from the fall, so what if he survives? After all, he is just the death of a walking zombie.
Just a thing.
When the people around were helpless, Xu Qingmu's weak voice came from the bed:
"Cao Tong...how is it?"
A group of people were extremely surprised. This was the first sentence Xu Qingmu spoke in three days.
Li Chengru stepped beside him, feeling a little relieved: "It's okay, I'm out of danger. In three days, I can get out of bed and come to see you."
Xu Qingmu sighed:
"Li Chengru, you're damn right, all this love is of no use."
Li Chengru groaned.
He exhaled a breath again and cursed: "Damn you."
Li Chengru, the literary sage with a lot of gray hair, who once broke the sky with a sword, was completely relieved and laughed: "Can you drink?"
Xu Qingmu looked at the people in front of him: "Looking for a few girls to dance? I have never drank flower wine before."
Zuo Qiuliang, who was drinking apricot blossom wine on the rooftop, reached out and flicked the red-billed bird with infinite fear in his eyes. Zuo Qiuliang, who had a sneer in his eyes, opened his mouth and said to Huo Yu: "I want you to protect this master, and you can go to Qingqiu's place to enjoy Shu."
, do you really think what I said to you is just for show?"
The little bird was trembling, its eyes full of prayer.
The Taoist took a sip of wine, glanced at the setting sun, and sighed: "Forget it, forget it, I am a writer who has been tricked by someone who interprets books. It's because I am not as good as others."