Fu Canglu

Chapter 197 Death
Zhong Tiandao, the owner of the red shirt and carved jade, looked calm, and his hands tucked into his sleeves faintly condensed a red glow.

His Majesty's Fuqu sword resting on Su Hongyue's neck stopped cutting and paused slightly.

Yi Xiao said coldly: "You want to change your life? I just met her by chance. Do you think I care?"

Hongshan Zhong Tiandao smiled and said nothing.

The little highness's face was as calm as water, and he continued: "I don't believe in any one of the Buddha's bones, so you go ahead and kill her."

The smile in Zhong Tiandao's eyes was even wider.

His hands were still tucked into his sleeves, but his eyes were fixed on the Fuqu sword that had been refusing to drop for a long time.

If you really don't care about this life at all, why don't you take action?
His Highness squinted his eyes, his murderous intent surged, the Fu Que Sword rose out of nowhere, and the Slaughtering Sword Field was violently thrown out!

With one strike of the sword, the fresh blood on Su Hongyue's neck could not be restrained and was about to splash out!

The figure of Zhong Tiandao in the red shirt disappeared instantly.

Above the dumb girl's original position, a big red robe floated out, her figure was like a ghost, and her hands faintly ignited with red glow.

Stretching out his hands, he wanted to take the life of the dumb woman.

And a figure in black that shouldn't have appeared here stood between the two of them.

A sword was thrown out, and two palms were forcibly received. The black-clothed boy's eyes were reddish, and he forcibly suppressed the blood that was driving to his chest.

Zhong Tiandao in the red robe continued to reach forward with a blank face, and continued to grab the evil-looking Fuqu sword without any fear. After contacting the killing sword field, all negative emotions were swept away in just an instant. And empty.

Hiding clumsy!

This moment was what the red-robed man was waiting for to show his weakness. In order to save others, the black-clothed boy in front of him only made a feigned move of raising his sword to kill someone, and he was willing to sell such a big flaw. Fleeing in a trance moment when the strange sword domain's evil spirit invaded.

It's a pity that my mind is very clear, everything before is to draw out the murderous intent at this moment!
The corners of Zhong Tiandao's mouth curled up slightly, and he clasped Fu Que's sword tightly with both hands.

Yi Xiao moved back and paused slightly.

Fu Que was tightly grasped by those jade hands, no matter how she dragged her, she was stuck to death.

The Slaughter Sword Field poured it away like desperately, and the man in the red shirt had a calm face, his hands were isolated from the world, and he did not touch the cause and effect, completely isolating that sword field.

"open!"

Yi Xiao took a deep breath, and the overwhelming force emerged from the edge of the sword, and forcibly shook the pair of jade hands away.

The pupils of the man in the red shirt shrank slightly, apparently not expecting such a move.

The boy in black drew his sword and stood up without any delay.

Zhong Tiandao stretched out his hand and grabbed the last corner of Yi Xiao's clothes.

Yi Xiao sneered, and Fu Que's sword light slashed across, cutting off the corner of the black robe that was grasped.

A missing corner of the garment.

Two figures.

No matter how you look at it, His Highness can escape in the next second.

The smile on Yi Xiao's face suddenly froze along with her body.

a few feet away from me

Zhong Tiandao grasped the corner of his clothes, the natural astonishment on his face slowly shrunk, and finally turned into deep indifference.

The man in the red shirt lowered his eyebrows and didn't take another look at the boy in black.

He just turned his head slowly, walked to the place where Su Hongyue fell to the ground, and helped her up.

The face of the masked female luthier was extremely pale, and there was a long and narrow cut at the neck parted by a sharp object. Fortunately, Yi Xiao's last sword strike was not too harsh. In order to get out as soon as possible, the cut only cut half a circle around her neck.

Fortunately, Fu Que's sword was extremely sharp, and the wound was deep enough to show the bone.

Very weird.

On Su Hongyue's neck, there was such a deep wound where the bones could be seen, but no blood gushed out at all.

no blood.

Su Hongyue slowly opened her eyes, sighed faintly, let out a mouthful of turbid air, sat up slowly, stretched out a slender hand and gently applied the wound on the neck, and instantly a powerful soul power swarmed out, like mending the wound. The wound healed quickly, and in just a few breaths, Yujing returned to its original state without even leaving the slightest scar.

The masked female luthier who was once burdened with dragon's blood touched the scar on her neck at this moment, and turned her eyes to the frozen boy in black again.

She did not hide the fiery intent in her eyes.

Yi Xiao's body froze.

His voice came out of his throat, deep and difficult.

"Water Moon?"

Like doubt, more like self-deprecating.

And the little girl who pierced Yi Xiao's back fiercely with a slender white hand, pierced straight all the way, dripping with blood, and then protruded five fingers from her heart, at this moment only gave a soft hum.

Yi Xiao couldn't see her face.

Presumably her face was full of joy as usual.

"it's me."

She is not dumb at all.

But after she said this, she stopped.

Yi Xiao's eyes dodged a little, and he laughed abruptly.

Shuiyue slowly pulled out the slender white hand that pierced her heart, and then lowered her tiptoes.

She hugged the black-clothed boy, and pressed half of her cheek against the bowl-sized penetrating wound.

Blood gushed out immediately, wet her short hair, and dyed half of her face red.

The short hair was mixed with blood sticky on her face.

She didn't smile at all.

His eyes dimmed.

She finally let go of her hands slowly.

Then the boy in black staggered, and finally hit the ground heavily.

Perhaps it was because of the loss of too much blood, after Tian Que recovered, the little highness had never looked so sickly pale like this moment.

He took a deep breath.

Countless images echoed in my mind.

The vermilion stele in the mute girl's house.

"My general, read your name, engrave your face, carve your soul into jade, and weave your sorrows and joys into music."

Say your name.

Carve your face.

Carve your soul into jade.

Compose your sorrows and joys into music.

Exhausting his last strength, Yi Xiao saw Zhong Tiandao, the boss in the red shirt and carved jade in the distance, turn his back, face himself, approaching him step by step, and slowly slipped out a hand from his sleeve.

In those hands was holding a black-clothed youth jade carving exactly like himself.

Zhong Tiandao looked calm, and lightly placed the jade carving three feet in front of him.

Close at hand.

And Yi Xiao has no strength left.

Hongshan Zhong Tiandao knelt down and said softly to Yi Xiao, "I will carve your soul into jade."

But the tortuous tones came from a distance, and the masked female luthier used her soul power to reassemble the xylophone that had been torn apart and exploded.

She quietly raised her hand, and the ups and downs came from the guqin.

Accompanied by the melody of the guqin, there is also her sad voice that is half singing and half reciting: "I compose your sorrows and joys into a song."

Every tone hits my heart, flowing in my body like blood.

Slow and heavy.

Yi Xiao's eyes were a little sad.

He got it.

Totally understood.

The ancient ritual recorded on that stone tablet was just to take away a person's soul power.

And the reason why that lord was able to absorb the power of so many living beings in the Buddha's skeleton without reason was because of the ancient method on that stone tablet.

That's why the man in the red shirt carved so many jade carvings, every piece of jade is the fall of a living being.

That's why there are so many drawing papers in the room of the mute girl Shuiyue, each of which is engraved with a real living person who once entered the Buddha's body.

However, the broken jade, the burning of paper, the sound of the sound, no matter what happens alone, it will not trigger this ancient method.

This ancient method of removing soul power requires the presence of these four things at the same time.

It was at this moment that an ancient and irresistible force had enveloped him.

And the little girl in the dark blue cloak, behind Yi Xiao's back, took out a piece of drawing paper from her arms.

On the drawing paper, there was a picture of a young man in black standing with a sword.

The painting style is a bit old-fashioned, but the brushwork is extremely strong. On the screen, the boy in black smiles lightly, and the scene of staring at him emerges spontaneously.

lifelike.

The mute girl Shuiyue's voice was extremely hoarse.

"I will carve your face."

This sentence was already recited extremely slowly.

Then her voice paused.

Stop completely.

In the end, two lines of crystal clear tears flowed down Shuiyue's cheeks, and she tremblingly said, "Read your name."

"Yi Xiao!"

Shuiyue suddenly gave a loud drink.

Yi Xiao's pupils contracted suddenly when he fell on the ground.

The jade carving that was exactly the same as him suddenly shattered.

It's like being out of your body.

Huge pressure hit his body heavily.

It was as if the whole world fell down.

Turn around!

That voice seemed to have magical power, and it was so heavy that with a single hammer, it pulled out all of my soul and separated from my body.

Yi Xiao coughed up a mouthful of blood heavily.

In the sad ancient song, all the scenes in front of my eyes blurred, and the picture scroll that painted me when I first entered Foku Town ignited spontaneously without wind.

On the drawing paper on which his own expression was engraved, the black-clothed boy had already turned into ghostly ashes.

At last.

Ashes.

Among the remains of the Buddha, on the other side of the Styx River.

The fog slowly dissipated.

A scarlet stone tablet is extremely conspicuous.

The handwriting on the letter is bright red, which is shocking:
"When the red moon descends on this land, the dark night will not be the only destination.

There are life and death in the world, and the six realms of reincarnation never end.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the root of all suffering, so everyone wants to live forever.

eternal life
I, give it to you! "

All the blood has been drawn away.

All souls have been drained.

The eyes of the black-clothed boy who fell on the ground gradually became hollow, and finally turned gray.

His eyes lost a kind of look.

The splendor of life.

The man in the red shirt looked calm, and said softly: "It's over, his soul has been completely taken away, and what is left at this moment is just a body."

The sad and desolate ancient song stopped abruptly, and the masked woman stopped and stretched her ten fingers.

She looked away.

The blood of the boy in black was still spreading on the ground.

Shuiyue slowly took off the dark blue cloak, and slowly put the cloak on the lifeless body of the boy in black.

With a dull complexion, she squatted down, then half prone in the pool of blood, and gently pressed her ear to the man's back.

There is no heartbeat.

A dead person. How can there be a heartbeat?

Of course there is no heartbeat.

The distant sunset outside the town.

The Styx River blasted a sky-reaching water column, and a phantom of a dragon sparrow emerged.

The phantom of the dragon sparrow pierced the sky and pierced the earth, and at this moment it let out a long cry, its voice extremely sad and hoarse.

That long cry traveled through time and space, through the distant long bridge, through the thick fog on both sides of the River Styx, and through the town of Sunset.

Passing through the boy in black who fell to the ground.

Then the boy in black's heart twitched suddenly.

"Boom!"

Shuiyue frowned in disbelief, then closed her eyes and listened carefully.

There seemed to be a heartbeat just now?
impossible.
How could a dead person have a heartbeat?
the next moment
"Boom!"

Like a war drum, the heart of the boy in black beat powerfully.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)