The female ghost who had been quiet before suddenly reacted violently when she heard Wei Yuan's words. A pair of empty black eyes stared at Wei Yuan, then she suddenly disappeared and moved towards this side in an extremely mysterious way.
Appear, black hair grows, and there are signs of blocking out the sky and the sun in the ghost realm.
The hostility and evil spirit are stronger than ever before.
At this moment, under Wei Yuan's black umbrella, another figure stepped out and met Qiniang's soul.
Before Zhou Yi could recover from the sudden inscrutability of "innocent people who needed to be protected before", she saw the old man walking towards her.
She didn't see that the old man was also obsessed with his soul, and subconsciously screamed back. She instinctively stepped forward to stop him, but was stopped by Wei Yuan next to her. Zhou Yi was exhausted and could not move forward. She stretched out her hand to hold Wei Yuan down and said in an urgent tone: "
Stop him quickly, it’s too dangerous, does he want his life?!”
Wei Yuan said: "Maybe this is what he has always hoped for."
"What?!"
At this time, Zhou Yi had also seen the old man's condition and his expression changed.
Wei Yuan watched the old man's movements without looking away, and said slowly:
"I suddenly have a question, Officer Zhou. When a person has suffered for a lifetime because of a certain mistake, and his constant wish is to atone for his sins by dying, should we stop him? Do we have the qualifications to stop him and use our
Use the standard of judgment to make decisions for him?”
"Can people really feel the same way?"
Zhou Yi was speechless.
The old man's obsessive spirit ran towards the female ghost.
The female ghost screamed loudly, her hands were pale and her nails were dark and long, and she reached forward.
The old man suddenly fell down.
He has grown up, is very old, tall and much taller than the female ghost, so judging from this action, he is almost sending his chest over.
With a popping sound, the female ghost's hands penetrated the old man's chest without any hesitation.
The old man's soul showed no pain at all, and with an expression of relief at last, he was thrown away by the female ghost, staggered two steps, then knelt down, banged his forehead heavily on the ground, and choked out loudly:
"Qiniang, Xiaoshiwu kowtows to you!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wuwuwuwu, I can't help you, I can't help you..."
The old man cried bitterly.
The pain and deep self-blame in the cries were extremely clear.
Zhou Yi was stunned, then made a guess, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.
Is this where the devil’s heart lies?!
If she was really misunderstood and died of injustice, then the person who had misunderstood her would sincerely apologize and die in her own hands, which should be able to alleviate Li Gui's extreme negative emotions. That would be a good opportunity.
But the evil ghost transformed by Qiniang didn't change at all.
She took out her palm and looked at Wei Yuan with dark eyes without even looking at the old man.
His resentment and hostility are even heavier.
This means that the old man's apology did not shake Li Gui.
Li Gui's predecessor didn't care about this.
The old man staggered and kowtowed three times. His soul's obsession was pierced. After doing this action, he slowly disappeared. His wrinkled face was stained with tears. Finally, he saw the girl who smiled and handed the candy to him.
At the end, Ishii's red clothes jumped down sadly, and at the end, there was a vast expanse of heavy snow in front of them.
The knot in my heart is gone, and my soul is shattered.
The female ghost attacked Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan flicked his right hand, and the black cloth umbrella spun and hit the female ghost. At the same time, he stepped back, opened the piano case, and unsheathed the Eight-sided Han Sword.
Wei Yuan was determined to get the generous sword body.
The black hair rushed towards him, and with a movement of his hand, the eight-sided Han sword rose from bottom to top, provoking and blocking.
While blocking the black hair with the sword, he stepped to one side to avoid it.
At the same time, the sword edge turned slightly and removed the black hair with brute force.
Black hair penetrated the stone slab again.
The sword in Wei Yuan's hand was slashed sideways, cutting off a strand of black hair. He pulled out the broken sword from his waist with his left hand and used it as a dagger to make up for the flaw in his swordsmanship. He held the sword in his backhand and slashed horizontally.
The Yin Qi entangled in the broken sword can cause greater damage to the female ghost.
The black hair was scattered.
Then they gather together and penetrate directly from the ground.
Wei Yuan quickly dodged and rolled violently, a sword light flowed past, and while avoiding the black hair, the eight-sided Han sword swept across.
……………
Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi stood together, sweating on their foreheads as they watched the collision of swords and the black-haired ghost realm.
The moves of swordsmanship are simple, crisp, and even plain.
But every move and every move is filled with murderous intent.
Xuan Yi stared at the battle situation intently and put himself on the opponent's sword.
Slowly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face became paler.
With the simple sword moves like just now, if he couldn't make a few moves, he would be beheaded, or his heart would be pierced, and he would bleed for five feet.
This is not like the martial arts method of swordsmanship.
Every move is made with the aim of risking one's life.
This is the ancient battlefield swordsmanship.
And it's the kind that has been truly experienced on the battlefield.
He closed his eyes, not daring to focus on the swordsmanship anymore. Instead, he looked at the entire battle, looking for where he could help. Both Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi had been taught by their elders, and they could quickly see that
, although the swordsmanship is strong, it is still limited to the level of mortal martial arts, and it is specialized in killing people. It does not have an advantage when facing monsters and ghosts.
But Wei Yuan kept moving forward, just blocking Guifa's attacks and shortening the distance between him and the female ghost. He didn't care much about killing the enemy.
"What does he want to do?"
………………
when.
The Eight-Front Han Sword blocked the strange black hair growing out of the void.
Black water dripped from the black hair and fell on the sword. Traces of corrosion appeared on the long sword.
Wei Yuan glanced at it and tightened his grip on the sword. He could feel that the grade of the Eight-sided Sword, which was not a good sword in the first place, had dropped again. In this case, it could not even be used with full strength, otherwise it would even break in the middle.
risks of.
But he had already invaded within three meters of the female ghost herself.
The black hairs in the void were like spears stabbing towards Wei Yuan.
Not far away, the expressions of Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi suddenly changed.
There was no fear on Wei Yuan's face, he just held the sword.
Looking at the ghost with a downcast face and empty eyes, he sighed with emotion and said softly:
"Fu Pengyi, I have not abandoned you."
The sharp black hair, which was arrayed like spears, suddenly stopped in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.
Tick tock, tick tock...
Drops of water fell from the black hair.
Then those black hair suddenly became soft.
But the anger has not dissipated.
Wei Yuan released his left hand that was holding the Crouching Tiger badge, and took out a thick stack of letters from his pocket. There was a gray-white photo on the top, and a pension report on the bottom. He handed it over and said:
"Fu Pengyi of Jiangnan Province joined the army in the 17th year of Emperor Liewu of Ming Dynasty to defend our country and died heroically."
"This is his legacy, part of which is given to his parents."
"The letter and pension are written to my wife, Wan Qiniang."
He let go of his hand, but the letter did not fall.
This is a ghost land.
Wisps of wind made the letters fly in the air, and then spread out, flying like white snow, surrounding the female ghost, opening them one by one. Wei Yuan held the sword and stood beside him. When the last
When a letter dyed red fell in front of the woman, her movements stopped.
The name of the letter is Letter to My Wife.
Wei Yuan has seen the contents inside.
I have loved books, paintings, flowers, and good wine and beautiful people all my life, but it is not as much as my love for you, and my love for you is not as deep as my love for my country. Now that China is in trouble, we must sacrifice our lives in the national calamity. If I
If I still have the chance to come back, I can listen to you singing in Jiangnan, and there will be no difference in this life. If I don't have the chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in my country.
I shall be with my family and my country.
And I still say the same thing to you, there will never be separation in this life, only separation in death.
The last work of husband Fu Pengyi.
The letter was written in January after the incident on Jiangnan Road. Before that, the signature was only Fu Pengyi. After that, the letter became Fu Pengyi. The meaning is self-evident. He just followed the army all the way and had no way to send it out.
Wei Yuan wiped the wound on the side of his cheek, leaned against the pillar next to him, held his sword and closed his eyes, not taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
After a moment, a low sob sounded in his ears, and then a sad and plaintive cry.
The woman in red clothes held the letter and burst into tears.
The anger slowly disappeared along with the tears.
Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the wisps of night fog on the ghost realm.
People in this world have thousands of words, travel thousands of mountains and rivers, and have thousands of experiences.
Have you ever heard a ghost sobbing?
Thousands of people in the world slander me, slander me and hate me, but who can compare to you?