Pick up a dead man and bring him back

Chapter 43

The maple leaves were red all over the mountain. The young man was dressed in black, carrying the old man on his back, and galloped all the way. Finally, he barely stopped at the edge of the mountain. His footsteps stopped, and the rolling stone rolled down the smoky abyss along his toes.

The wind rang and the forest moved, and the maple leaves spread across the entire mountain like fire.

But it couldn't burn the boy's body at all. The temperature on the boy's body was as cold as a millennium ice, and his eyes were as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

The footsteps behind him stopped behind the boy.

"Eighteen, aren't you running away?" The Lord's voice was full of joy and anger.

Shiba clearly knew that if he disobeyed the Lord, there was only...the only way to die...

"Please, Lord, let Uncle Yun go..." For the first time, he used a weak voice that made him feel ashamed, but Shiba had no choice.

What else can be done?

There is no other way.

My lord, he wants to kill Uncle Yun, just because a dead man doesn't need to worry about it... That's all, my lord wants to kill Uncle Yun himself...

It can't be done... Shiba, who is clearly murderous, can't do it at all. Uncle Yun is the only family member his mother left him.

Three years ago, my mother died in my own hands for such a reason, the temperature of the blood splashed on the back of my hand, no matter what, I couldn't forget it.

So Shiba will never do it again—killing a close relative...

Shiba turned around and knelt on the ground. The ground was covered with gravel, which easily pierced the skin on his knees, but Shiba didn't care. He firmly supported the already aged body on his back with one hand, and then bowed his forehead respectfully. Respectfully sticking to the ground: "I will definitely not disappoint the Lord's high expectations, and I beg the Lord to let Uncle Yun go..."

In the second half of the sentence, I was kicked on the cheek by the lord, Shiba vomited a mouthful of blood, and heard the lord say, "Well, just remember, this man's life is also in my hands. Wan, don't try to escape from my palm, do you understand? Eighteen?"

"understand!"

The joyful voice hovered high in the sky, dancing with the wind and the fiery red maple leaves, very bright, but not dazzling at all.

(The third day after having sex with Jun Ming for the first time) Night, in the torture chamber of Shanfu.

Shiba was drenched by the cold water taken from the cellar. Shiba didn't feel too cold, but asked Shan Si in front of him a little tiredly: "Did the lord say that I made any mistakes?"

Shan Si grasped the severity of the attack very well, he was afraid that the master would kill this person without knowing the severity, or that he treated him differently from others, always conniving.

Shan Si picked up the whip on one side, frowned and said, "I didn't say anything, I'll let you down after you figure it out."

Eighteen is a little confused.

Until Shan Si couldn't bear it anymore, and reminded, "Jun Ming..."

There are all kinds of bloodstains on the four walls of the torture room, which is cold and cold all the year round. Although the dark fire in the brazier is burning very vigorously, Shiba still doesn't feel a trace of warmth.

Shiba frowned even more wearily, thought clearly, and said, "Put me down."

Shan Sian breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "My lord said, go to him when you understand."

"Ah."

Shiba nodded, his messy hair was tangled into strands because of getting wet, and the firelight cast a heavy shadow on his face. Shan Si couldn't see his expression clearly, but was flustered for no reason.

Then Shan looked at Shiba with four eyes, and flew out of the torture room until he disappeared into the black night.

Only then slowly said: "Eighteen, the Lord is taking your life to imprison Jun Ming for a while."

"My lord." Eighteen knelt on the ground straight, his hair was still dripping with water, and the water droplets fell on the ground, dizzying a small area, and then slowly expanded.

"Go to the inner room to take a bath." The master ordered in a dull voice, no emotion could be heard in the voice.

"Yes." Shiba replied without any hesitation.

Eighteenth was halfway through washing, the master came in, saw a bucket of reddish blood, frowned and said, "Do you remember the curtain?"

On the eighteenth day, he froze, his body moved slightly, and the sound of water was pleasant.

"remember."

"Just remember." The master seemed to smile, "Then do you understand what I mean?"

"To please...to please Mr. Jun." Shiba answered quickly.

Generally speaking, someone should have conveyed to the master the scene of himself and Jun Ming's love on the first night, but there was no second night. The master is dissatisfied that he is the one above...

"You come to please me now."

"The subordinates dare not!" The back was straightened, because of the force, the blood streaks dissociated faster.

"I allow your disrespect today." The indifferent voice carried an orderly tone.

Eighteen bowed his head, hiding his cold face in the shadows.

"Yes!" he replied.

It is different that Jun Ming is a guest, but he is just a dead man who is ready to die anytime and anywhere.

The Lord probably felt that a man should be on top.

What the Lord means is that Jun Ming is a man.

The meaning of the Lord is very clear, I am just a murder tool that is not as good as the dead.

I understood it a long time ago.

Nothing to struggle with.

For the things you hold dear, really, there's nothing to struggle with.

This time... I really got into it...

late at night.

Shiba resisted the discomfort in his throat, glanced at the sleeping master, and got out of bed softly. The moonlight in the room was like water, shining on Shiba's body covered with marks, which was shocking.

Shiba put on black clothes, turned over and jumped onto the willow tree, then headed in another direction to the man's residence, picked a tree, jumped up, leaned on the branch, and stared blankly at the sky.

The night is as quiet as a ghost.

Shiba's heart was also quiet, but it was like stagnant water, unable to move at all.

The wounds on his body were bleeding more and more, gradually wetting his clothes, what went with him was not his body temperature, but Shiba's consciousness.

Because of the excessive blood loss, Gu will automatically choose to approach the other half, seeking comfort and shelter.

Shiba, who lost his mind, floated down the tree like a ghost, and rushed into the house.

Under the moonlight, only the gently trembling treetops and Shan Si covered in cold dew remained.

"Uncle Yun, here, the Lord probably won't come to investigate, you just stay here, I'm leaving."

"Are you leaving again?"

"I have to do my job."

"Oh."

The old and old voice sighed deeply, looking at the back that hadn't opened yet, she shed turbid tears.

After a slight movement, he heard his concerned voice. It was just such a sentence, but Shiba could hear it clearly. He couldn't help but feel a colorful mood, and even teased this person a little more. thoughts.

So it was really funny.

But still very pleasant.

Shiba firmly kept this feeling and the Lord's words in his heart. The former is instinct, but the latter is just because of habit.Impossible to change it...

With the tricks and words in the curtain, coupled with the effect of Gu, this person really fell in love with him to the core.

Put yourself in the shoes of yourself, and test yourself from time to time, whether you are willing to leave the Shan family.

This person cared about his own feelings, and in Shiba's heart, he gradually became less reluctant than before. Maybe this person is good.

But things will never be as simple as he thought.

There are so many truths that are only a piece of paper away from him, but this person has never known it, and he has not noticed it at all... Or he understands it, but he just doesn't want to reveal it.

After January and a half.

This man, he loves himself...

Shiba lay under the man with his neck up, thinking like this, otherwise why would he show such a hurt expression, doing things he obviously never bothered to do?

Shiba finally couldn't help stopping this person, and said lightly: "You don't even bother to do it for anyone...with your mouth..."

"Also, you don't even bother to swallow anyone's sex, you are forcing yourself."

So why push yourself hard?

As early as when he heard the words Nanfeng Pavilion from his mouth, Shiba had already thought of today.

Because, the location where the "curtain" as a textbook is stored is Nanfeng Pavilion.

And the Lord did this just to warn this person, he is just a dog raised by Single Cunzhi, this person, he will not go with you.

The Lord just wanted to tell you this, Ming'er.

The Lord is still telling you: what you love all the time is just what he gives you extravagantly.

The lord wants to tell you: You, Jun Ming, are just a pitiful wretch with some brains.

And I'm just a tool.

I have my persistence, for you... I can only do nothing.

Can only... helpless...

He raised his hand high, then lowered it slowly, and landed on the man's acupuncture points with incomparable precision, watching the man's expression frozen in sadness.

Eighteen, who was completely naked, felt it difficult for the first time to touch the man's face with his fingers.

Without a trace of blasphemy, without a trace of hypocrisy, it seems to be reluctance.

Eighteen quickly frowned and withdrew his fingers. He warned himself that he was just a dog... Don't cross that line...

Otherwise, nothing will be left of myself and the things I cherish.

Still unable to hold back the longing in his heart, Shiba hid the man in Shan Si's secret room.

When he brought food to see this person for the first time, he was like a cub that had lost its temperature, looking at him without a wave.

But Shiba could see clearly that this person was in despair.

Shiba hid himself in the dark, watching this man's series of hysterics, but couldn't answer any of them.

It's not that I don't know, it's just that no one dares to say it without the order of the Lord.

What's more... I can't bear to say.

"When will you let me go?"

"My lord, maybe, I will never let you go..."

It's not that the Lord won't let you go, it's just... I don't want to let you go, I don't want to let you go...

Eighteen turned his back and carried everything on his own body. Uncle Yun's life, his own life, and now this man's life is also added.

But it's all worth it.

Definitely, it will be worth it.

Seven days later.

"My lord has found out." Shan Si said quietly after taking a mouthful of cold food, the sky was covered with fine velvet.

Shiba's fingers paused, and then continued to stuff food into his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.

"What are you going to do?" Shan Si asked indifferently, habitually, silently hiding all his emotions behind such calm words.

He knew where Shiba hid the man.

Every time I accompany Shiba to see that person.

As long as Eighteen doesn't say anything, he will never reveal his words in front of the Lord.

What Shan Si did was only Shiba's smile, but Shiba hadn't smiled for half a month, counting the days, it happened to be the time when that person moved into Nanfeng Pavilion.

"Take a step, let's take a step..."

Shiba found himself uncertain again...

Ever since he met him, his uncertainties have grown more and more like a snowball. Even if he finds out now, he still can't change anything.

The fine snow fell on the tip of Shiba's nose, very much like the way that person looked at him now.

Biting cold.

After Shiba ate his last bite of food, he turned over and climbed down the tree, leaving Shan Siyi on the ground.

Shan Si looked at Shiba's back, gradually eroded by the wind and snow, and was no longer complete.

27 is no longer 27, eighteen can no longer be eighteen.

Shan Si knelt on the ground, "Master, I know how to design Shiba to lead us to find Mr. Jun."

Those who need to be saved must be saved.

Eighteen, I can't pamper you like this, it will only let you destroy yourself.

"What's the plan?" The master's eyes were clear, obviously he already knew everything.

Shan Si felt awe-inspiring, thankful for his decision now, otherwise, this time, not only Shiba, but also himself would be the one who died this time.

"I stab Shiba, and when his blood is gone, he will automatically look for another Gu."

"How come I don't know about this?"

"Maybe...Shiba knows it himself, and if he didn't come, he will report to the Lord." But he still couldn't help but excuse Shiba.

"Then tonight, let's do it, I can't wait to see Mr.!"

Two days later.

"XX, do you remember what this is?" The woman stretched out her hand and stuffed a living creature over.

What does she call me?

"XX, are you leaving again?" The aged voice said with some extravagant expectations.

Whose name are they calling again?

Can not remember.

My head hurts!

The extremely noisy voice mixed all thoughts together like a whirlwind, making it impossible for people to think at all.

Suddenly a light broke everything.

"You are eighteen."

"Yes! My lord!"

Suddenly opened his eyes, Shiba's forehead was still covered with a thin layer of sweat, Shan Si stood by and said happily, "I'm awake!"

Shiba gave Shan Si a numb look, and said lightly, "Why don't you want to stab me to death with a sword?"

Shan Si froze for a moment.

All the joy froze on his face, and he couldn't smile at all.

He vaguely felt that he might have done something wrong again, and the person in front of him would probably never forgive him for the rest of his life.

From now on, Shan Si and Shi Ba can only be people from two worlds.

Probably so.

Shan Si thought coldly all over his body.

The Lord asked eighteen to think about it for three days, and eighteen to think about it for five days.

Eighteen or fifteen days later, he knelt before the Lord and replied, "I want Uncle Yun to live."

This is eighteen's answer.

Because Shiba believed that the man was absolutely capable of saving himself, but Uncle Yun couldn't, and he couldn't ignore Uncle Yun's life or death.

"Then you go and ask for forgiveness from your husband. If your husband doesn't kill you and proves that you are still valuable, then I will keep you." The Lord's eyes could not leave the book from the beginning to the end.

The snowflakes are flying outside, very peaceful.

Shiba bent down and replied, "This subordinate understands."

I understand, if he let himself go this time, then this life is his.

I understood, if he helped him up this time, then he would never be able to be stupid again.

You can't hurt the same person twice.Otherwise he will hate you to the bone.

And this is what Shiba doesn't want to see.

So, let's decide.

"Go down." The master said lightly, the meaning of expulsion is very obvious.

Shiba stood up with difficulty, bowed his body and retreated as usual.

He knew in his heart that this time, the Lord wanted to place himself next to Jun Ming again as a restraint.

But it doesn't matter, this time, I will give you my body and mind.

Ming'er, would you like it?

Six days later.

The door was wide open, and snow fell in from time to time, with the plain face of the man, exhaling air, as if with a fairy spirit, leisurely and contented.

Shiba stood behind the man, wearing only unlined clothing, but he was still satisfied.

As long as I can see this person in front of my eyes, laughing and cursing, everything is good.

Really, everything is good.

Therefore, Shiba watched him plan to escape, but said nothing, even when he drugged his water, he didn't say anything.

I just drank the glass of water happily, thinking, run away.

Ming'er, you are an eagle that can fly in the sky, but you have been implicated by me.

But you don't hate me after all, so what extravagance do I have?

Oh, there is one extravagant wish, and that is to hear you say "You love me."

Just one sentence, never ask for more.

"What's your name?" Someone asked, the voice floated in the void, with a viciousness that ordinary people don't have.

The little child trembled all over, looked at the man and said: "XX..."

"The root bone is excellent, that's him!" the man said.

"Nine years will surely become a battalion of eighteen."

……

"What's your name?"

"xx..."

"No." The questioner's voice was slightly displeased, "Your name is Shiba! You have to remember it!"

Shan Si was shaken awake.

Shiba opened his eyes blankly, his first thought was, "Is he gone?"

Shan Si was overshadowed by the words.

Shiba suddenly woke up, looked around, and saw the lake surrounded by thick ice, the lake was covered with thick ice, and there were trees covered with frost and snow on the shore, and further back, he saw the direction of the thick smoke billowing, he was a little surprised Ran: "Nanfeng Pavilion burned?"

"All counted, this time he is very generous, the master is very angry." Shan Si replied.

Presumably at the last moment, he lifted himself here.

At the last moment, this man still couldn't bear to hurt his own life.

Shiba thought, smiled, and replied, "It should have been burned long ago!"

If it wasn't for Nanfeng Pavilion, this person would never have discovered everything and would never have left him.

Burn it, just burn it!

"My lord has already found out that Jun Ming is missing..." Shan Si paused before continuing: "If you want to save him, go quickly, don't regret it..."

Eighteen took a last look at Shan Si, and he replied, "Thank you."

Shan Si felt a little pain in his heart, and said with a smile, "I only hope you are happy."

"Will do."

Shan Si silently handed Shiba a sword.

In fact, Shiba is best at swords, but every time Shiba takes a sword, Shiba's whole body will exude an unstoppable murderous aura, and he will not be able to resist the killing intent in his heart, thus killing innocent people indiscriminately.

So Eighteen never used a sword.

Shiba glanced at the sword, then took it solemnly, stood up, stared at the pavilion, and flew over the ice, farther and farther away.

When he saw the man again, the man made a metaphor. He compared Shiba to a snake, and he compared himself to a farmer.

Standing in front of him with a sword dripping with the blood of Shanfu people, Shiba wanted to say: Ming'er, I'm here to pick you up.But I didn't think about it, no one stabbed me with a knife in despair.

But Shiba still didn't hate him, because he knew that he had given this person too much despair, and also because of the ecstasy on this person's face after he finished speaking a whole sentence.

Everything is worth it.

Eighteen hugging that person was like hugging the whole world.

He felt that nothing was more important than the person in his arms, and there would never be any more, just for this time, everything about him would be worth it.

Even though he had despair and sadness in his eyes when he knew that he hadn't handed him over to the group he expected, Shiba felt that everything would be worth it.

Because—Ming'er, you will get everything you want.

The wind and snow whistled past his ears, and he held the man tightly with one hand to prevent him from falling off the horse in a coma, while controlling the strength of his lower body, lest he would hurt this man again.

It was only when he was about to climax that he recited the formula silently in his heart, and the power frantically escaped from the position the two wanted to meet, from his own body like that person's body.

In this way...you will be happy.

Shiba hugged the man tightly, suddenly, a little white appeared on the beautiful hair, and then more and more.

The galloping white horse, the wind gradually becomes extremely cold.

Shiba raised his head and looked at the sky, only to find that the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

Day two.

Uncle Yun pushed open the door, but was startled by the sudden appearance of the horse.There was nothing on the horse's back, and it was leisurely pulling something in the snow.

Is Shiba back?

Uncle Yun thought.

Then he found a pile of snow under the firewood pile in the yard, which popped up abruptly.

Uncle Yun sighed, that child, he was only afraid that he would be tired, so he led the horse and left.

The old man is not afraid of the cold. In the early years, he also practiced martial arts, focusing on strengthening his body. The advantage is that in his later years, even in the coldest winter night, the old man will not feel cold.

The old man moved around for a while before picking up the broom he was leaning on to sweep the snow.

The sky is gloomy, and I don't know when it will be clear, just like I don't know when I will see Shiba again, it's so unpredictable.

It wasn't until the pile of snow was swept that the broom just touched it, and the snow pile moved by itself, revealing a familiar face of Uncle Yun.

"Uncle Yun."

The man yelled softly, breathing weakly like a newborn child.

"What's my name?" the child asked.

With dazed eyes, Uncle Yun stretched out his hand to touch the child's hair exposed out of the snowdrift, his fingers trembling like fallen leaves in autumn.

Suddenly, in the sky, a ray of light pierced the darkness and shone on the lock of hair, but there was only a snow-like color, which was white that even the light could not give warmth to.

Uncle Yun's old hands shook violently, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your hair..."

Eighteen turned his head sideways, his blank eyes focused on Uncle Yun's hand, and then said: "Is it white?"

Uncle Yun suddenly lost his broom like crazy, and pulled Shiba out of the snowdrift.

Eighteen was tightly protecting something in his arms, sitting in the snow with full hair, and asked quietly: "Uncle Yun, what's my name?"

"However... An Ran..."

Shiba smiled, and said softly to the things in his arms: "Ming'er, remember, my name is An Ran, and I am your An Ran."

If I am still alive, then I will only be your safety.

Shiba put the person in his arms on Uncle Yun's hand, "Take good care of him, don't let him know that I saved him."

Then resolutely turned around and got on the horse.

"Where are you going?" Uncle Yun asked loudly.

"Cliff." The answer came back from the wind over there, but it made the old man feel cold.

To unravel the Gu, the only way to kill the other party is when one party's Gu insect is extremely weak. Then, the death of this person will cause little harm to the other party.

Ming'er, I have now passed on all my martial arts to you.

Ming'er, I have met all the conditions now.

Minger...

I'm about to give you everything you want...

are you happy?

The wind and snow whizzed by my ears, tearing the pain.

The man who rode away on horseback in the wind and snow, with his white silver hair, blended perfectly with the heaven and the earth.

Finish.