snake coffin

Chapter 595 Defining Life and Death
When I saw Mo Xiu fall to the ground, I instinctively opened my mouth to call him.

But he pursed his lips tightly, pointed to me at Abao who was sleeping in his arms, waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and smiled at me with his lips pursed.

I gently patted Abao in my arms and looked at him with deep eyes.

After trying to adjust his breathing, he said, "Was that just now?"

"The soul enters the body. The black snake entangled in your heart is the love thread of the dragon spirit, right? So every time you see the snake on your body, you feel emotional and uncontrollable?" Mo Xiu wiped the corner of his mouth. Blood, slowly stood up and sat on the sofa.

He looked at me and said: "So just now you had doubts about the affection between them, and the heart began to activate the restriction, and Long Ling's love snake also began to tighten. I don't understand the love snake very well, so I had to enter the body with my soul. Flush it away.”

I nodded, but when I saw Mo Xiu's shrinking eyes, my heart felt a little heavy.

Now I really don't know, how much of this heart is true, how much is fake.

It seems that we really need to find the eight-tailed demon fox and lure out the love snake.

Looking down at Ah Bao who was sleeping in his arms, he glanced at Mo Xiu: "Are you okay?"

He reached out and took out the bamboo tube containing the bamboo heart and clear spring, and poured two glasses out of ice glasses.

Seeing that I was holding Ah Bao with both hands, I couldn't be free, so I directly took a cup and fed it to my mouth: "Qing Qingxin."

Bamboo heart clear spring, clear and pleasant smell, once poured out, there is this faint smell of bamboo leaves in the nose, and the head that was originally drowsy is instantly refreshed.

I looked up at Mo Xiu. His eyes were still amber, but his eyes were very steady, not as deep as those black eyes before.

The amber snake eyes should make people panic, but now they feel inexplicably at ease.

"It can be counted as a replenishment of energy." Moxiu handed the cup to my mouth, and sipped another cup himself: "After drinking, we will go down to see the green belt."

I held Ah Bao in my arms, he fed me with one hand and drank by himself with the other.

Their clothes were slightly close to each other, and even if they spoke, they deliberately lowered their voices.

In the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, it seems that those disputes have left us.

It's really a family of three, living in this ordinary community.

When the child fell asleep, the two secretly carried the child to drink some wine...

I thought of this and sneered.

He drank the bamboo heart clear spring in the ice cup in one gulp, then stood up holding Abao: "Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, Mo Xiu put away the bamboo tube.

He reached out and picked up Abao, followed my example, hugged Abao in his arms, and lightened Abao's face: "Abao, go to sleep."

Abao's hands were changed and he opened his eyes vaguely. When he saw it was Mo Xiu, he pouted.

But after all, unable to resist sleepiness, he muttered: "Abba..."

Then he fell asleep again.

Moxiu reached out to support his chin, put it on his shoulder, waved a black robe to cover Ah Bao, then stretched out his hand towards me.

I thought he was going to take something, so I looked at it in a blink of an eye, and whispered: "Does Mr. Snake have anything else to bring?"

The situation below was a bit strange. I brought a bow and arrows with me, but they were too eye-catching, so I didn’t take them out.

Does Mo Xiu still need to bring tools?
"Hold hands." Mo Xiuxiu waved to me again and glanced at Abao.

Pressing his throat, he said: "The fog below has not dissipated, so we won't get separated if we are holding hands. I'm holding Abao, afraid that it will be too late in case of any situation."

Sure enough, Mr. Snake is not only highly savvy, but also very practical, and can adjust his mentality as quickly as possible.

Those who are stupid and stubborn like me are really much better.

But I looked at his face and shook my head and said, "Let's talk about it later."

Bitterness flashed in Mo Xiu's eyes, but he still slowly withdrew his hand and patted A Bao's back.

He said to me hoarsely, "Then you are pulling my clothes."

I didn't refuse this point, because I saw something surging in the fog just now.

Once it is washed away, I am afraid it will be really dangerous.

The resettlement houses are all buildings without elevators.

As we walked all the way down, we glanced at each floor, and it seemed that everyone had fallen asleep, and the whole building was silent.

Not even the sound of breathing...

It feels a bit scary to think that there is no one alive except us in this community.

It was so quiet. After walking two floors, I thought of a question.

Leaning close to Mo Xiu, he said in a low voice, "How can you define a person as dead?"

After thinking about it, he continued, "The same goes for snakes..."

For example, Long Ling's body is dead, but her soul is immortal, and she can take possession of different bodies. Does this count as death?
There is also Mo Xiu. His body was chopped up by the dragon spirit, creating a snake coffin, but he has infinite vitality and has wisps of spiritual consciousness placed in specific places. Does this count as death?

All the people in this building sacrificed their ghosts, relying on blood lice to continue their vitality.

But except for Mo Xiu and me, no one seems to be able to see that after they die, they still need to eat, sleep, and even be greedy.

Is this dead?
Mo Xiu turned his head and glanced at me, and said in a low voice: "If you can't go back, you're dead. A living person can become a corpse, but a corpse can never turn back into a living person. No matter how much they look like, no matter how hard they are to see , they’re not what they used to be.”

When Mo Xiu said this, he turned to look at me seriously, and his eyes swept over my hand holding the corner of his clothes.

He smiled bitterly and said: "As you said, some things cannot be seen, but they have changed after all. Just like your affection for me, obviously you and I are still the same as before, and we still deal with these things together. But you are right My heart is dead and I can never go back..."

"Even if I deceive myself and others, no matter how hard I try, it will be difficult for you to change your mind, right?" He said in a low voice.

He was obviously answering my question, but he seemed to be asking me back.

I felt my hand was a little tight for a moment, I pretended not to hear Mo Xiu's rhetorical question, and nodded.

He didn't dare to look into Mo Xiu's eyes anymore, he just looked down at the stairs and whispered: "Thank you Lord Snake, I understand."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiu paused for a moment when he went downstairs, hanging in the air for a long time, and then slowly put it down.

Fortunately, the floor was not high. When we left the unit building, the fog outside became thicker.

Visibility was extremely low, definitely no more than two meters.

Moreover, the mist was thick and dense, and when it fell on the body, it didn't take long to feel a layer of water on the face.

But Mo Xiu waved his hand and led the black robe again, covering all three of us.

He said in a deep voice: "There is something wrong with this mist. There are living things in it. It's best not to get involved in it."

Something went wrong since it was a monster. Although I didn't feel what was wrong, there was something wrong with the fog itself.

The Feng family said that there would be "security guards" patrolling at night, but just now everyone fell headfirst, and none of the Feng family's security guards were seen.

And up to now, the fog has not dissipated, and they have no one to patrol.

The fog was too thick, and Mo Xiu was still holding Abao, so we didn't go far.

Instead, he found a remote place, next to a transplanted camphor tree, and squatted down to prepare for excavation.

There is no need to bring tools, because Mo Xiu directly used magic to create an ice shovel.

He was holding A Bao, so it was difficult to do anything with him, and he was safer than me when he was standing to relax.

He didn't show any politeness to me, and directly handed me the ice shovel: "Be careful."

I held the stone knife between my fingers, took the ice shovel, and directly dug out a evergreen tree under the camphor.

But as soon as I shoveled it down, I shoveled out the roots of the Evergreen, and the soil rolled, and my scalp felt numb instantly.

The soil was not yellow at all, but bright red.

The ice shovel was hanging in the air, and drops of blood were dripping from the glistening surface of the shovel.

And the evergreen tree that I shoveled out seemed to come to life instantly.

The roots on the ice shovel moved quickly like tentacles and fell back into the dug hole in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, even the soil dripping with blood flowed back.

But for a moment, the evergreen tree was still growing upright, and even the weeds around its roots didn't seem to move.

It seemed that the shovel I went down did not exist at all.

Moreover, there was no trace of blood or mud on the ice shovel.

(End of this chapter)