That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

She softly uttered the long-forgotten name from her memory.

A thick fog seemed to have risen in the night, making it impossible for her to see his face clearly.

Xie Yunqi panicked and for a moment forgot his fear. He just kept walking back, trying to see his face clearly.

She finally saw it clearly.

"Jingming?"

Xie Yunqi stood there, stunned.

The boy with clear eyes named Su Heng in my memory has somehow transformed into Jing Ming, who is always dressed in black with a sword and has a carefree smile.

He looked at her indifferently, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the other side.

"You killed someone?"

"what?"

Xie Yunqi turned around and saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood all around him, like a living hell.

"No! I didn't..."

Xie Yunqi desperately tried to pull Jingming back, wanting to say that he was innocent, but when he looked down, he only saw that his hands were covered in blood.

Xie Yunqi began to tremble all over.

Did she kill someone?

......

Fang Zhiyi pushed open a dilapidated wooden door in front of her.

A huge statue of Guanyin stands in the temple, its eyes lowered, gazing quietly at her.

The low murmurs of monks chanting sutras and the muffled sound of wooden mallets striking wooden fish echoed all around.

Fang Zhiyi looked up at the Bodhisattva's compassionate eyes.

A cushion appeared in front of her, and she knelt down, pressing her palms together.

"Do you come to repent?"

Suddenly, a soft Buddhist chant rang out from deep within the golden statue.

"Knowing my intentions, I have no regrets."

Fang Zhiyi knelt very straight, her waist graceful.

"No regrets, why have I come here?"

The Bodhisattva suddenly opened his eyes.

Fang Zhiyi then realized that the golden statue in front of her was simply too huge. There was no craftsman in the world who could cast such a huge Buddha statue. She felt as if she were kneeling before a high mountain.

At that moment, the Bodhisattva opened her eyes, and a burst of Buddhist light appeared all around her. Her kneeling figure was as small as an ant.

"I have come here to ask the Bodhisattva for help."

Fang Zhiyi was bathed in a halo of Buddhist light, her brows lowered and eyes downcast.

"All beings suffer; only self-salvation is possible."

The Bodhisattva's voice was devoid of emotion, indifferent and cold.

Fang Zhiyi remained kneeling with her hands clasped together for a long time, and only the sound of chanting could be heard all around.

She suddenly felt that the conversation was very familiar, and that she already knew the answer, so she was very calm, like an observer.

"Looking back on this journey, do you have any regrets?"

The Bodhisattva's sudden words shook her to her core, and the intense golden light that fell upon her felt like being burned by fire.

"Knowing my intentions, I will not regret them."

Fang Zhiyi's body did not sway at all; she remained kneeling upright with a calm gaze.

As soon as the words were spoken, the Bodhisattva, the temple, and the Buddha's light all vanished.

All around her were bottomless cliffs, leaving her with nothing to hold onto, so she could only fall down the cliff.

Fang Zhiyi closed her eyes and simply listened to the sound of the wind around her.

Strangely, she still felt a strange sense of familiarity with the scene, as if she had foreseen what was about to happen.

So when it actually happened, she was still able to remain calm.

It was as if knives were raining down from the sky, like countless poisonous insects devouring flesh and blood, causing excruciating pain to pierce every inch of bone marrow.

Fang Zhiyi opened her eyes amidst the hellish sensation.

Her indifferent eyes were empty, like a silent, still ancient mirror.

Chapter 146 Instant Green

Jiang Jingming felt as if he had fallen into a very long dream.

In his dream, he was walking alone in an empty city, with a few sparse lights ahead.

He walked towards the light source for a long time, but the light was still far away.

The streets and alleys were deserted and intricate, and all you could hear was your own footsteps.

Jiang Jingming looked up; the night sky was pitch black, with no stars or moon in sight.

He finally vaguely remembered what had happened.

Listening Waterfall Manor, Mysterious Sorcerer, Seven Emotions Devouring Heart Array.

It is said that those who are affected by this formation will see what they fear most.

Therefore, although they knew it was an illusion, they could not break free and were trapped in it.

Even now, Jiang Jingming still finds the current scene strange.

He didn't know why he was in such an empty city; at least, it wasn't a scene that would frighten him.

I wonder how the others are doing.

Xie Yunqi has always been timid; he's probably fleeing in panic in a world of demons and monsters right now.

Fang Zhiyi... Is there anything Fang Zhiyi is truly afraid of?

Perhaps it exists, but Jiang Jingming simply cannot imagine it.

This guy has a detached and carefree attitude, no matter what situation he is in.

What Lu Zhao fears must be related to his family, since he left home to pursue an official career without hesitation so that his family could have a better life.

Master Wen is quite old and has probably experienced everything. If there is anything he is afraid of, it is probably dying of old age.

Chen Sha was the calmest person from the beginning. He was a true man with an iron will, and he could probably remain calm no matter what he faced.

As Jiang Jingming pondered, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten the most important person.

Just then, he came to the end of an empty alley.

It was a very small courtyard house on the edge of the city. A red lantern hung on the cold and deserted lintel, barely giving it a New Year's atmosphere.

Jiang Jingming stepped over the threshold and into the courtyard.

A thin little girl was squatting in the corner, holding a stick in her hand, poking at the extinguished campfire.

Jiang Jingming wanted to speak to her, but he couldn't make a sound.

The girl seemed unable to see him either, her head bowed as she tended to the fire, the faint red glow of the embers reflected in her dark eyes.

She was wearing a large white robe that didn't suit her at all, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

Jiang Jingming felt that the little girl looked very familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

At that moment, the door to the inner room was suddenly pushed open.

The man who rushed out had sunken eyes, a livid face, and was so thin that his cheeks were sunken in, but his expression was one of wild joy.

He was practically dancing with joy, laughing and shouting something, as if the best thing in the world had just happened to him.

Jiang Jingming had a vague sense of unease.

The little girl by the campfire looked up at the man, and a look of panic and fear suddenly appeared in her eyes.

A gust of wind blew behind them, and the lantern at the courtyard gate, which was already teetering on the edge, fell to the ground with a "thud." The candlelight ignited the lantern, and it instantly burned to ashes.

The man rushed forward, grabbed the little girl who was squatting on the ground, and lifted her up. He cupped her face in his hands, his expression a mixture of crying and laughing.

Jiang Jingming thought to himself for no reason that it was like a clown in a theatrical troupe.

He couldn't hear what the man was shouting excitedly, but he knew that the girl's expression gradually changed from panic to sadness.

For some reason, looking into the girl's eyes, Jiang Jingming felt a slight pang in his heart.

At that moment, the door to the inner room was also blown open by the wind.

"Squeak-"

Footsteps echoed softly on the floor inside the room.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps were getting closer.

As if she was about to see something terrifying, the girl struggled to break free from the man's hand and tried to run away, but was pulled back by him.

"Why are you running! Look! That's your mother!"

The moment the person from the inner room came out, Jiang Jingming finally heard what the man was shouting.

"..."

The woman who came out was ashen-faced, with white pupils, and looked like a withered tree; she was clearly dead.

But she walked like a living person, only her face was expressionless.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the stench of corpses.

The man smiled again as soon as he saw her, a warm smile that seemed to reflect his complete happiness.

But the fact that this smile was directed at a corpse made it all the more eerie.

"Look! Your mother isn't dead! She's alive... she's alive..."

He spoke with the utmost gentleness.

Jiang Jingming suddenly noticed bright red blood dripping from his drooping arm, but he seemed oblivious, lost in his own joy.

At that moment, the little girl suddenly shook off his hand and ran towards the door.

She ran like a frightened little animal, head down, just running, not knowing where she was going.

The man didn't chase after her, but instead shouted her name loudly:

"Aqing!"

Ah Qing?

The moment Jiang Jingming heard that name, his heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a drumstick, the sound of which made him tremble with fear.

He finally remembered who the most important person he had forgotten was.

Jiang Jingming took two steps back and raised his hand to support his forehead.

This little girl is Aqing, and this man is Aqing's father.

And this woman who had died but came back to life was Aqing's mother.

"..."

Jiang Jingming felt a sudden dizziness.

But before he could think it through, the scene before him changed rapidly, but what remained unchanged was that he was still an observer.

The dilapidated courtyard suddenly became lush and vibrant with life. The man carried the girl on his shoulders, while the woman held a kite in her hand, laughing and waving the string.

The girl seemed to be at the age of just learning to speak, pointing her little finger at the kite and muttering something unintelligible, her laughter like that of a chirping baby bird.

Jiang Jingming, who was watching from the side, suddenly laughed.