Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Honorable?

Is the person sitting in the dark corner calling him?

He walked over.

The man still stared at him silently, as if staring at a fleeting dream.

The fire is closer.

The person's appearance became clearer in his sight.

The man was wearing a black robe, but it was old and tattered, almost unclothed, pale and thin limbs scattered from the broken clothing.

That pale color, even in the orange flame, can't get the slightest warmth.

Dark scars snaked across the man's face, very terrifying and hideous.

Upon closer inspection, there did not seem to be any injuries on the person's body, but there were many dark red blood and dust sticking to the bare skin.

Limbs, clavicle, neck, all.

With sharp eyes, he accidentally caught a glimpse of something scattered and shattered on the ground next to him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

There is no way to think more.

He walked over to the ground on one knee and held the person in his arms.

…so skinny.

How can you be so thin. he thinks.

The bulging bones are horrible.

It made his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs hurt.

Moreover, this person didn't even have a trace of resistance.

Long black hair fell down, and this man fell into his arms like a fragmented doll.

Then, he let out an unsearchable mutter.

"Sir..."

It was just a call.

But his voice seemed to be suddenly sharpened by sharp knives, and it became astringent.

"I'm here," he said.

The person in her arms still repeats: "Sir..."

The other party looked up at him, his eyes still focused.

But the bottom of his eyes was very dark and empty.

He vaguely sensed something wrong.

But I dare not think deeply.

He responded: "...I am here."

However, the person in his arms seemed to have no reaction to what he said.

His pale, thin hands gripped the placket of his clothes, like a flower on a white bone, climbing along the corpse, with a bit of lifeless cold.

"Sir..."

"Xianchang, I'm here." He clasped the opponent's hand.

The palm of the hand is thin and human, not as soft as the touch under the almond blossom tree, his voice repeats hoarsely, "I'm right by your side."

He leaned in and held his arms tighter, trying to pass his hot body temperature over.

The person in his arms trembled violently as if being scalded.

Then, it fell completely silent.

Like a puppet with exhausted spirit stones in its shell.

"Xianchang, I will take you out of here." He said.

The person in the arms is still nothing? Reaction.

There was a deep silence under the dark eyes.

He had never seen such a look in the eyes of the living.

There is such a strong meaning in my eyes...death and death.

The opponent's consciousness seemed to have fallen into the realm of the dead, and what remained in the world was just a mutilated body, and everything he saw was nothing but an illusion left before his death.

"It's not an illusion," he said, "Xianchang, take a look at me."

He held the opponent's thin jaw and stared at the opponent's face.

In the flames, that face was dark and ugly, like a ghost born of darkness and filth, and his body was so thin that only white bones were scattered in his arms.

He stared quietly for a while, lifted the mask on his face halfway, leaned in and kissed it.

"Well…"

The sound of damp and ambiguous water sounded.

The dark and hollow eyes of the person in his arms slowly widened.

He kissed the other person's lips, and said in a low voice: "Look at me, feel me, rely on me."

"I am here, not an illusion."

-At the foot of Tianchi Mountain.

Ye Yunlan walked out of Feizhou.

Elder Xun’s voice came from behind.

"And Chishan today is an eventful autumn. If I were you, I would leave as soon as possible after I was injured, and would not go to this muddy water again."

Ye Yunlan looked back and looked at the old man who was squatting behind him. The sacred mask covers the opponent's face, making it difficult to discern the true intention.

Ye Yunlan said, "Thank you for your reminder."

Elder Xun didn't say anything more? He closed the hatch, and the flying boat was hidden in the void.

Ye Yunlan stood at the foot of Tianchi Mountain, looking up at a distant place.

There were dark clouds gathering, lightning and thunder, and the sky was red with fire. Even if the huge sound is separated by a long distance, it can still be heard.

There are more cryptic fluctuations spreading from all parts of Tianchi Mountain. With a missing shadow in his hand, the sword intent of death in his body cheers for the killing of the creatures in the mountain.

However, Queyingjian made a low trembling sound.

Resist his evil and unknown sword intent.

Ye Yunlan stretched out his hand and gently soothed the blade of Missing Sword, but his brows were still bleak and indifferent.

Instead of heeding Elder Xun's warning, he stepped up the mountain path of Tianchi Mountain again.

The road up the mountain was winding and far away. He chanted his name a few times in a low voice. Without a response, he walked alone in silence.

The winding mountain road was like spiraling stairs, and the wind passed over his empty robe, making his fingers feel a little cold.

He suddenly missed him a little, when the man covered him with his palms and rubbed his fingertips.

The wind was dull and the lightning lingered.

The roar of thunder echoed in the mountains in the distance.

Suddenly, there was a clear cry of swords.

The lack of shadow has been out of the sheath.

In front of Ye Yunlan's eyes, there was a thin golden thread.

The thread is stretched very straight and sharp.

He didn't doubt that as long as he walked half a step longer, the thin thread would cut his throat and separate his body.

Ye Yunlan stared at this thin line, and the tip of his pupil seemed to be reflected a little golden color.

He turned his head to the void in one direction, and said coldly: "Come out."

-The bottom of the tower.

He finally let go of the jaw of the man in his arms.

The person in his arms was panting low, and the originally dark and hollow eyes were wet, as if it was raining hazy.

It was a small amount of rain, not enough to water the birthplace on the land that had dried up for years.

In front of him, this person had a more moist, soft, and vibrant appearance.

—He wants to bring this man back to the sun.

He tried to carry this person on his back, but found that this person's hands and feet were weak, and the hands climbing on his shoulders looked like fragile and dry flower branches, as if they would break easily when touched.

He had to tore out the cloth from his body, then tied the man to his back and held it firmly in place.

Then he stood up and walked up the endless winding staircase beside the tower wall.

The stairs are very narrow and steep. There is no railing, but it is made of gray stones.

It seems that this stone ladder was not designed for people to pass through from the beginning.

Each level of stone ladder can only stand on half of the foot at most, and between the first level of stone ladder and the other level, there is almost the height of an adult's calf.

This means that after stepping on the stone ladder, there is almost no place to rest, only to keep going up.

…Or, crawling on the stone ladder with hands and feet on the ground.

And if you are not careful, you will roll down the stone ladder.

There is no railing beside the stone ladder.

He seemed to understand how the blood stains on this person's body and the scattered things on the ground came from.

The spiritual power remaining in the body has been exhausted when the flame is lit. The imprisoned cultivation base can't be used.

One, two, three...

The evil spirit at the bottom of the tower burned by the fire of karma slowly moved away, replaced by the gaze of the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

Staring at the tower, they are extremely small.

He didn't look at the weird Buddha sculptures, but walked up silently behind his back.

Sweat dripped from his face drop by drop, breathing heavily and hot.

He seems to have been so embarrassed for a long, long time before.

Suddenly, the people behind him trembled slightly.

At first, he didn't notice it.

But as the light from high places slowly approached, the people behind him trembled more, and his thin fingers grabbed his shoulders convulsively.

The voice coming from behind, with a small cry.

"It hurts so much..."

"Don't... go up again..."