Chapter 288 Fang Zixuan
"Stranger, where are you from?"
Following this question, the sword of life and death sealed in the Nishengzhu in Liu Qinghuan's sea of consciousness suddenly trembled slightly.
He was startled and took two steps back. Instead of answering the other party's words, he asked: "Who are you?"
"Me?" The other party smiled, his appearance unchanged from the previous young man covered in blood, but his eyes looked older: "Of course I am from Linxi Town, my name is Fang Zixuan."
Liu Qinghuan was silent for a few moments and then asked: "Why did you show me those previous scenes?"
Fang Zixuan sighed: "That's not what I showed you, but it is repeated every night. You just happened to meet it. As long as people die in Bugui Ruins, they will continue to repeat the memories of their lives and continue to experience death. ”
Liu Qinghuan stared at him suspiciously: "No one else is sane, why are you the only one?"
The other party gently plucked the strings a few times and said calmly: "Because I am unwilling."
Liu Qinghuan thought of the scenes he saw and decided not to ask any more questions.
After a while, the other party said: "Don't be afraid, I only have a little bit of soul power left, so I can't do anything to you. Stranger, you'd better walk into the town, if you don't want to be swallowed up by the darkness outside. ”
Liu Qinghuan looked back and saw that the sky was completely dark at this time. The darkness was like a swamp that swallowed everything, and a strange atmosphere filled the surrounding area. He thought for a while, stepped over the yellow jue tree, and walked into the town.
Fang Zixuan was half floating on the ruins and did not move: "You have asked so many questions, is it time to answer my questions?"
Liu Qinghuan stopped a few feet away from him: "I'm from the outside world."
The other party nodded: "Where are you going?"
Liu Qinghuan suddenly thought of a possibility. The other party must have stayed in the Ruins of No Return for a long time. Is he familiar with the situation there?
He said tentatively: "I want to go to the General's Tomb. It is said that there is a teleportation circle there, do you know?"
"Teleportation circle? Is this what you are looking for?"
"Yes." Liu Qinghuan said.
"There is indeed one."
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel happy, but she heard the other party say again: "But you can't get there."
"Ah, why?"
"Because that's the General's Tomb, the most dangerous place in Bugui Ruins. To get there, you have to pass through Crow Ridge, which was once the main battlefield. There are mass graves beyond that, and the deepest part is the General's Tomb."
Liu Qinghuan pulled out the map: "That's not right. There is only a swamp near General Tomb. There is no Crow Ridge."
Fang Zixuan glanced at the map, stretched out his translucent finger and clicked on the place marking the General's Tomb: "This one here is fake."
He moved his finger to the far corner of the south: "This is the real thing, and the teleportation circle is also here."
Liu Qinghuan didn't expect that he went in the wrong direction, but he didn't know whether what the other party said was true or not, which made him hesitate.
He still expressed his gratitude to the other party: "Thank you, senior, for your advice. Well, do you know where the teleportation circle is transmitted to?"
Fang Zixuan smiled: "I was just a low-level monk back then, how could I know such confidential things."
Liu Qinghuan wanted to ask again, but when Fang Zixuan started playing the guqin again, he could only shut up.
The sound of the piano was like weeping and complaining, and spread far and wide.
Liu Qinghuan gradually calmed down.
Fang Zixuan, who only had weak soul power left, seemed to have no ill intentions. On the contrary, the sound of his piano also had a soothing effect, comforting those souls wandering in pain.
The night became darker and darker, and suddenly a magical light flashed on the horizon, and the sound of fierce fighting broke the dead silence.
The sound of the piano was still neither urgent nor slow, and Fang Zixuan's vicissitudes of voice sounded again, repeatedly singing the lyrics of the song about asking people who have never returned. This song guided people in the distance to keep coming closer, and the shouts and shouts became clearer and clearer.
Liu Qinghuan stood there without moving, his consciousness swept away, and he couldn't find the opponent's enemy at all.
Two petite figures rolled into the ruins of the town from the darkness. One of them let out a painful groan after falling to the ground. The other jumped up from the ground with extremely agile movements, rushed to her side and said anxiously: "Sister, How are you?”
"It's okay, I just got caught." The injured female cultivator was helped up. She was wearing a blue dress and her forearm was dripping with blood.
Another person, wearing a goose-yellow shirt, was so anxious that he shed tears: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't had to rush at night, sister, you wouldn't have been hurt."
The female cultivator in blue comforted her with a warm voice, and her bright and sharp eyes fell on Liu Qinghuan and Fang Zixuan: "Those things don't seem to be able to enter this ruins. We are safe for the time being."
The female cultivator in yellow finally saw that there was someone else here, with the sword in her hand spread across her chest defensively, and she shouted softly: "Who are you?!"
Liu Qinghuan didn't answer, and sat in a corner with his eyes lowered, as if he didn't see them.
It was Fang Zixuan who spoke up: "Sir, where are you from?"
The two women looked at each other. The female cultivator in yellow stood in front of the female cultivator in blue and glared at Fang Zixuan: "You don't care where we come from. It's you, are you a ghost?"
Fang Zixuan smiled: "I'm not really a ghost. If you two girls don't mind, just rest here for one night. Remember not to travel at night when you are not returning to the ruins. You will encounter many unimaginable things. ”
"Oh?" the female nun in blue asked: "Do you know what attacked us? They were so elusive that we fought for a long time without even seeing each other's appearance clearly."
"Because those are ghosts." Fang Zixuan said: "Under the cover of the night, it is almost difficult to see their shadows."
The female cultivator in yellow came closer and looked at Fang Zixuan's body: "Are you also a ghost?"
"Me too."
"What does it mean? If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not!"
Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw that Fang Zixuan stopped answering and started playing the piano.
Seeing that the other party ignored her, the female cultivator in yellow turned her attention to Liu Qinghuan: "Who are you?"
"Fifth sister." The nun in blue pulled her: "Don't be so rude."
She smiled gently at Liu Qinghuan: "Fellow Taoist, my name is Yue Weiyang, and this is my sister-in-law Yue Xi. Haven't you asked my Taoist friend Gao's name yet?"
"Yunqing."
Seeing Liu Qinghuan's unwillingness to talk to anyone, the two women stopped talking and walked aside. The female cultivator in yellow named Yue Xi turned around and hummed: "Sister, the other party is obviously rude. He is as cold as ice, as if no one wants to talk to him."
……
That night, Liu Qinghuan closed her eyes and meditated.
In the five years since Feng Zhu was sealed, the Sword of Life and Death has never suddenly stirred up like it did today. But he couldn't think of the reason yet, he just had some guesses.
The sister named Yue found a corner to rest that blocked the view, while Fang Zixuan kept playing the piano.
When the darkness receded slightly, Fang Zixuan suddenly said: "Fellow Taoist Yun."
Liu Qinghuan looked at him questioningly.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, do you still want to go to the General's Tomb?"
"Yes."
"If possible, could you kill someone for me?"
The update is an hour late. I've been very busy recently, and with the development of a new plot, the plot hasn't been straightened out yet, so it's a bit slow. Feel sorry!
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