Spring River Flower Moon Night: Set of 2 Volumes

Chapter 22: No Demon City (6)
Baoyun, however, raised his face and crawled towards Feixiao little by little, stretched out his remaining hand, and slowly stroked Feixiao's wound, "Young Master Hu, this is Baoyun's injury." Is it? I'm sorry..."

She cried so sadly that she seemed to regain her sanity.

When the prince saw that her limbs were disabled, but he was still thinking about Fei Hong, he couldn't help but be moved by her.For this little girl, her love is like a flood, and she must drown everyone around her.

Ziyang said angrily again: "Baoyun, what are you doing? You are just a wicked ghost, what do you expect?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill in his chest, and before he could feel the pain, he saw a steel knife passing through his chest, and the tip of the knife was dripping with blood.

Blood dripped onto Wang Zijin's face, and the warm breath left him dumbfounded.

I saw Zhang Qianfu standing behind Ziyang, holding a steel knife, piercing Ziyang's heart.The middle-aged wealthy businessman burst into tears, crying bitterly: "No, no one is allowed to say that my daughter is a ghost! She is not a ghost, she is my daughter!"

Ziyang seemed unable to believe this fact, he clutched his chest, stared wide-eyed, and fell down slowly, the blood stained the ground into a thick pool of bright red.

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This change was so sudden that everyone was astonished.Wang Zijin turned over and got up from the ground, snatched the paper figurine from Ziyang's hand, and ran to Feixiao's side.

I saw that Feixiao's face was as white as paper, a big hole was pierced through his left shoulder, and his black hair was soaked in cold sweat, sticking to his forehead, making him even more handsome and pitiful.

Wang Zijin hurriedly tore off his sleeves and helped him wrap the wound, but the blood gushed out like a spring, and half of the sleeves were soaked after a while.

"Fei Xiao, Fei Xiao, don't die!" Wang Zijin cried.

Fei Xiao raised a bloody hand and touched Wang Zijin's head, and looked at him pitifully, "Idiot, I won't just die like this, if I die, who will protect you?"

"Mr. Hu, are you in pain? It's all Baoyun's fault..." Seeing this, Baoyun covered his face and wept.

"It's none of your business, I cut off one of your arms, don't you hate me?" Fei Hong coughed and sat up, half of his white shirt was already stained red with blood.

"I don't hate it, Baoyun is just a monster, he has no body, and it's nothing without an arm..."

"That's good, now that Ziyang is dead, I'll find a way to take your soul away." He said as he struggled to pull out Baoyun's severed hand and threw it on the ground.

Wang Zijin hurriedly went to bandage him, and the bleeding finally stopped gradually.

Baoyun immediately looked at Zhang Qianfu ecstatically, "Father, I'm leaving with Mr. Hu, can you agree?"

Zhang Qianfu sat paralyzed next to Ziyang, already petrified with fright, only came back to his senses after hearing her shout.

I saw my little daughter had a broken arm, her long hair was scattered, and her face was covered with ferocious scratches. She was so pitiful, but she smiled happily.

Zhang Qianfu watched, tears blurred his eyes again, nodded hurriedly and said: "Let's go, don't miss Dad, I'm sorry for you..." After that, he started crying again, "It's all Dad's fault. You were deceived by Tao, but you ruined your life's happiness..."

"What's going on here?" Wang Zijin asked curiously.

Zhang Qianfu threw down the steel knife and cried with his head in his arms, his voice was very miserable.

He cried for a while, and then said: "Three years ago, a disaster happened here, and it turned into a demon city in a few months, and my business became more and more miserable. I don’t want to leave my hometown and run around like before.”

Pointing at Ziyang, he said angrily: "The demon Taoist came to me and said that there is a way to make my business prosper, but he wants me to help him build a Taoist temple."

"So you agreed to him?" Wang Zijin saw the fact with his own eyes, but no matter what, he did not believe that his father would kill his daughter alive.

"He lied to me, saying that he would make a saint for me, so I let Baoyun go with him. Unexpectedly, Baoyun never came back, but it was a small wooden figure left by the Taoist priest. , slowly grew skin and flesh, and turned into Baoyun. I was very happy at the beginning, but she would not grow up, and she still looked like a little girl after two years." Zhang Qianfu recalled with tears The past is very miserable.

"Until one day, the night was dark and windy, and it was very scary..." He said, his eyes were lost, as if he had returned to that night, "I came here to find out what happened, but what did I find... As he spoke, his obese body stood up staggeringly, and walked towards the place where the bucket was buried, "I found the body of Bao Yun, who had been dead for two years..."

The prince looked terrified when he saw him, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurried back to Fei Xiao's side.

But Baoyun said with a leisurely smile: "Father, I never hated you. That day when Ziyang held my hand and said that he would take me to find my dead mother, I knew that I would never come back alive! I voluntarily drilled The purpose of going to that bucket is to meet your mother, and to regain your ambition, all of this is none of other people's business..."

"What do you think we should do about this?" Seeing that the father and daughter seemed to be heartbroken, Wang Zijin asked Fei Xiao in a low voice.

"I keep my word, I will try to take her away..."

Before he finished speaking, he only heard a voice in the cold wind say quietly: "Take her away, but how easy is it?"

Wang Zijin was startled when he heard this, but when he looked back, it was Ziyang who hadn't died yet, and got up from the ground again.

"You monster, why aren't you dead yet?" Wang Ziqi scolded desperately.

Ziyang looked up to the sky and laughed long, with bitterness in his laughter, "That's right, I am a demon! But without my demon, how would Dufeng be where it is today?"

"What do you mean?" Fei Xiao snorted coldly, "You think I can't break your evil spell?"

Ziyang looked at him gloatingly, "The barrel well technique is so bad, as long as I die, the spell will have no effect, but what about after that?"

"What happened after that?" Wang Zijin asked.

Ziyang laughed and coughed dryly, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, "What do you think will happen? In this city, evil spirits will run rampant... Haha, evil spirits will run rampant..."

After he finished speaking these few words, his body fell down slowly, his eyes were wide open, and he was breathless, this time he was completely dead.I saw that his black hair had turned into white hair, his handsome face was full of wrinkles, and he turned into an old man in his eighties.

"What's going on here?" Wang Zijin asked.

"Most people in Taoism pursue immortality. Seeing him like this, he has used all his mana to keep his face." Fei Xiao glanced at Ziyang regretfully, and shook her head again and again, "So what can we do if we stay young forever? In the end It's just a pile of dry bones..."

"Then what he just said is true?"

"Let's go and see, try first and then talk." He walked over to support Baoyun, and said softly, "Baoyun, let's take you home first, and I'll figure out what to do next."

Unexpectedly, Baoyun covered his face and choked up, "Young Master Hu, I heard what you said just now, Baoyun can't leave with you."

"Don't listen to that Ziyang, I will help you find a way."

"Mr. Hu, I have been a demon for many years. If I had other methods, I would not have been controlled by him long ago." Bao Yun smiled with tears and shook his head sadly, "Mr. Hu treated me like this. No regrets."

"Then what are your plans?" Scarlet asked.

But Baoyun didn't answer, and walked to the bucket where he was buried. Inside the bucket was the corpse of a little girl, which had been weathered into dry bones.

"Is this me? I never had the courage to take a look, but it turned out to be so ugly..."

Looking at her slender and thin figure, Wang Zijin couldn't help feeling sad, and hurriedly said: "Don't look, just take a look, it will add to your sadness, let's go together."

"Let's go?" Bao Yun looked back at Fei Xiao and Wang Zijin, and said with a smile, "It's time to go, but I can't go with you two anymore."

"Don't you like Scarlet Hair very much? Why don't you go with us?" Wang Zijin saw her gentle and compassionate smile, and thought of Shen Xing, when she said goodbye to him, she also had the same expression.

"My lord, Baoyun is going to a far away place. If there is a destiny, we can meet again in the next life. I just hope that Dad can live in peace, nothing else is fine."

"Baoyun, what are you going to do?" Feixiao asked eagerly, "Could it be that you want to give up your demon power?"

"No, I want to use all my strength to send away all these poor monsters who are fettered by my hatred." Bao Yun raised his face and smiled firmly, "They are just like me, with hatred Only when they die can they become monsters. I can't leave them in the wilderness and continue to cry, and in this world, only I can do this."

"You really want to do this?" The prince couldn't help feeling sour. This little girl is in such a miserable situation, but she still has a heart of compassion, which is extremely touching.

"Young Master Hu, can I hold your hand again?" Bao Yun turned around, walked up to Fei Xiao, and looked at him full of admiration.

Fei Hong stretched out her hand and handed it in front of her. Bao Yun held his jade hand with his only arm, put it next to his cheek, and smiled happily.

"That day when you stood downstairs, I was really happy, so I let the hydrangea fly into your arms. But you just didn't want me. I couldn't suppress the lovesickness, so I secretly took your soul away. You won't blame me Bar?"

"No wonder..." Fei Xiao only felt her hands go cold, and it was her tears that fell on the back of her hands.

"Now I've hurt you like this again, don't you blame me?" Bao Yun raised his head and looked at him lovingly, as if he wanted to take him away in his eyes.

"No wonder..." Fei Xiao shook her head.

Although he was seriously injured, he was undamaged and handsome, and his whole body seemed to exude a faint brilliance in the silent night.Baoyun looked at this beautiful young man like jade, and his memory seemed to drift back to that afternoon a few days ago.

The autumn sun was gorgeous and the colorful silk was flying. She stood on a tall building and saw his looking up. The moment was eternity. It was one of the few happy and beautiful moments in her life.

"Then I'm relieved." Baoyun slowly let go of his hand, "Actually, I really want to go sightseeing with you, even if it's only for one day, I will be very happy." It flowed down, "But for me, this is just a hopeless dream."

Hearing her Yiyi's farewell, Wang Zijin felt very sad when he knew that she was determined to die.I saw this flimsy girl make a move with one hand, immediately there are countless ghosts and monsters jumping out from behind her, the momentum is huge and extremely frightening.

Baoyun smiled and said: "Mr. Hu, can you give me a ride?" The smile was tearful, but it was very bright.

"Okay!" Feixiao slowly drew out the bloody demon knife, and stretched out her hand towards Wang Zijin, "Zi Jin, give me the fire."

Wang Zijin understood his intention in an instant, threw the fire away, turned around, and couldn't bear to look any further.

In an instant, a wave of heat rolled up behind him, like someone's eyes full of lovesickness and passion, which made people feel sad, made people want to cry, and made people's hearts burn in the flames of love.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, there was only an empty field in front of him.Feixiao, dressed in white clothes like snow, with black hair like ink, is standing in the wilderness, her figure is as graceful as a white bird.

"Is she dead?" Wang Zijin asked with tears in his eyes.

Fei Xiao didn't answer, just passed her hand in front of him, and saw a small wooden figure lying in his palm, the little figure was missing an arm, lifelike, vaguely a delicate and brave young girl.

It's just that her face was scorched black, but there was still a faint smile on her face.

The brilliance of dawn appeared in the sky, and the crimson robes were in the wind, and she said to the prince solemnly: "Zi Jin, we should go too."

Wang Zijin looked at this barren wilderness with reluctance, winter passed and spring came, will this place be full of flowers next year?A small town without monsters will usher in its own spring.I don't know if anyone will know that it was a girl who led a group of demons and threw herself into the raging fire in exchange for this demon-free city?
The two of them strode away, only Zhang Qianfu was left sitting by the bucket, looking at his daughter's body and weeping.People who are obsessed with desire will pay a painful price sooner or later, and are not worthy of sympathy.

The two walked to the hut, only to hear an old laughter coming from inside: "Bookworm, have you found your monster friend?"

"Ru Mo, why haven't you been taken away?" Wang Zijin was surprised and delighted, the voice was exactly Ru Mo.

"I don't have any complaints, who can take me away?" Rumo laughed heartily, very happy, and saw an old man walking out of the hut, wearing a guard's clothes, with a red scarf tied on his head, and turned towards the prince. Shin waved his hand and said, "Goodbye, nerd, let's continue on our way!"

Wang Zijin knew that no one suppressed him, so he has the ability to transform into a human form, so he couldn't help being happy for him.

"Zijin, I'm so tired, bear me for a walk." After leaving Rumo's hut, Feixiao turned into a white fox and curled up in his arms.

Seeing that his snow-white fur was covered with spots of blood, the prince knew that he was seriously injured, so he hugged him and walked forward just like thousands of years ago.

The white fox was drowsy, but still held a scorched wooden doll in its claws.Looking at the benevolent smile of the puppet, Wang Zijin couldn't help feeling sad, and thought of the brave and affectionate girl again.

The morning wind swept past, blowing the weeds in the wilderness, almost like weeping.The thin and tired figure of Wang Zijin was soon engulfed by the golden morning light.

In the heart of spring, there will be no competition for flowers, an inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray.Perhaps those desperate and overly passionate loves are destined to be turned into ashes from the moment they were born.

(End of this chapter)