Chapter 310: [Top of the Dead] The Last Card

There is light.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a sky of purple clouds. He blinked slowly and turned his neck, then he got up and realised that this was not the sky, but a palace made of amethyst, which he had mistaken for clouds because it was so big that a brick was comparable to a carriage.

A long man stands at a distance, leaning out of the window and looking in.

The man is clad in a robe of indistinguishable texture, barefoot, holding a luminous glass in his hand, absentmindedly swirling the amber liquid inside. Outside the window, a tree of red flowers blooms, and a little silver drips from the stamen.

There is no such dress on earth, no such flower.

Mo Ran is certain that there is no such palace on earth either.

"Where am I," he asked.

The man's fingertips moved, and he turned his face slightly sideways, but Mo Ran couldn't see his face clearly because of the backlight.

"You're cool, hero."

""

The man drained his glass and set it down on the windowsill, then came towards him.

Soon Mo Ran got a good look. The man had a face slightly similar to Gouchen Shanggong's, a blood-red spider mole under his eyes, thin lips and a temper that was anything but good.

"I am the second Lord of the Demon World." The man said slowly, his eyes fixed on Mo Ran's reaction, "You are now in the Devil's Palace."

Mo Ran was silent for a moment and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll assume you're Yanluo the Great."

The man laughed softly, "You're so sure you're dead."

"No." Mo Ran looked him in the eye, "I don't think so. But I don't feel like I'm still a living person either."

The devil's daddy's smile became more pronounced, "You're right."

He reached out, his black dragon scale gloved fingertips easily penetrating Mo Ran's chest, without Mo Ran feeling a hint of pain.

"You are indeed not a living person." The devil said, "You are just a gathered soul."

Mo Ran did not say a word.

The Demonfather said lazily, "My ancestors laid down the law that the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seats of the mortal world could not return to the Demon Realm unless they were hostile to the Heavenly Gods and broke the Forbidden Art of Fuxi. From the Zhenlong Chess Game to the Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space, you have done it for them, my hero."

Mo Ran said sombrely, "That's not what I want to do. That's Hua Binan "

"He is a godless, devilish bastard." There was a contempt in the devil's eyes, "He had sworn never to kill or maim his kind in his life. But he failed to do so."

"Are you saying he did Song Qiutong harm?"

"No." The devil said, his ruby eyes reflecting Mo Ran's reflection as he lifted his hand and gently caressed the face of Mo Ran's soul, "You know who I'm talking about."

""

"You have sensed it from the moment the Gate of the Devil's Domain opened." The devil's gaze was as sharp as a sharp knife, "Otherwise you wouldn't have ended up promising that little Your Mightiness like that, you actually know it in your own heart."

Mo Ran did not say a word, both lashes dropping.

The devil's father slowly straightened up, his tall form casting thick black shadows on the ground. He said, " Mo Weiyu, you should know that there is an extremely special kind of Beauty Seat in this world. They don't shed golden tears, they don't have any demonic aura, and if they don't recognise their ancestors, even the evil spirits of Phoenix Mountain, who are bonded to them, can't detect them. That is why some of them will never discover their true identity until they die."

Mo Ran said dryly, "So what."

The devil father laughed, "So what you should know clearly, such people are able to inherit the overbearing spiritual power of the ancient devil clan, just like Song Xingyi, the Djinn of Hua Bi, many years ago."

As he said this, a purple-black light suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and he pointed it towards Mo Ran.

The devil daddy looked at this before him and smiled, "Look, you can really absorb the qi of my clan."

""

"I am talking about you." The devil daddy said, "You are another special beauty seat after Song Xingyi. Only you yourself never found out. Hua Binan also never noticed it at all."

Mo Ran lifted her eyes.

The devil's father put his hands on his head and looked again at the drifting flowers outside the window, "Poor him, he swore that he would never harm his clan, that he would guard every butterfly bone beauty seat that he could. Instead, he has harmed you for the rest of your life."

Mo Ran got up from the floor, not really in the mood for all this nonsense, maimed or used, it's over.

His only concern now is: "Will I be able to go back?"

"Back where," the demon daddy glanced back at him, "on earth."

"On earth."

"What's so great about earth, a bunch of bumbling ants. You have the ability and the courage, not to mention that you are originally from my clan." The devil daddy said indifferently, "It is because you are a devil. I was able to summon your soul and summon you back to the Devil's Palace to stay here, you will have ten thousand years to live, and you have shown me with your strength that you can serve my clan."

Mo Ran laughed: "Sorry, but I never let anyone work for me, not anyone."

The devil's red, ghostly pupils stared at him without speaking, only with a touch of scrutiny and reproach.

"Okay." Mo Ran said, "with one exception. I'm willing to serve him."

The Devil snickered, "You serve a piece of wood"

"He's not a piece of wood."

The devil rolled his eyes, "I'm being polite when I call him Little Your Mightiness. He's not even a god, he's just a rotten seedling planted by Shennong God." Seeing Mo Ran's growing anger, the demon stopped and turned on his side, leaning his lean waist against the windowsill, "Are you out of your mind?"

"You need to get one thing clear." The devil daddy said, "If you really intend to go back, you will still not be supplied by the devil race. You will only live for a few decades, a hundred years at most."

Mo Ran, who had been so tense before, laughed at this instead: "So long."

""

"It's a long life on earth."

The devil seemed a bit confused and annoyed, "The human race is but a mole's life, what can you do in a few decades and what can you do in a hundred years? You have torn the door of life and death in space and time and mastered the Zhenlong chess game, I am afraid that the old man Fuxi is angry with you in heaven. The more he said, the more unhappy he became, and finally he simply said, "Stupid."

Mo Ran's eyes were lowered and his long eyelashes were fluttering. The Devils thought at first that he was angry, but after a moment, on closer inspection, they realised that he was holding back a smile.

The Devil's Dignity: ""

Mo Ran looked up with a broad smile, "How did you know"

""

"On earth, many people say I'm stupid."

The devil's father took his hand and rubbed his brow bone, he looked as if he had a headache, he almost groaned, "How can a devil be so disgraceful"

"I never felt I was a demon." Mo Ran said, "I only vaguely sensed it at the moment the magic door opened."

The demon djinn glared at him.

Mo Ran laughed for a while and stopped laughing as he looked at the demon, "Anyway, thank you for protecting my soul."

"I value talent."

Mo Ran shook his head, he wasn't going to go on about this with the Demonfather.

He simply gazed at the man in front of him with those eyes that had moved the hearts of countless people, honestly and earnestly, and said, "But I'm sorry. I'm going back to earth."

""

No one spoke again.

"Reason." Finally the devil was raw, "Give me a reason."

"Because I promised someone."

Mo Ran said.

"I made a promise. It will come back to him."

Kunlun Snow Walk Palace.

At this moment, the snow has stopped in the Tianshan Mountains, the rift in time and space has finally closed, and the flood of past lives and life and death is like an absurd dream.

The early haze is coming through, and there is a sense of grandeur and tranquillity in the sky and earth.

" Master Chu "

"Patriarch Patriarch"

Someone was calling him in his ear and his consciousness slowly returned.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes, his gaze momentarily vacant, and the dust and smoke of two lifetimes seemed to drift down and rest in those eyes. He thought for a moment that he was on the summit of death and life, awakened one winter afternoon by the noisy voices of his disciples. Or as if he were in the dark, cold Wushan Palace, where Liu stood by his couch and called him back to earth with a sigh.

It took a long time before his eyes cleared. His brown pupils swivelled as he looked at the monks surrounding him, the snow falling from the sky, the night already lingering, the first hints of red in the depths of the clouds.

He closed his eyes slightly and murmured hoarsely, " Mo Ran "

It was as if the dead youth was responding to his longing, or perhaps his obsession was so deep that he was hallucinating that he suddenly saw a few wisps of golden-red light floating out of the remaining slits of the Gate of Life and Death, slipping through the carmine sky and flying away into the distance.

What's that?

Chu Wanning opened his eyes for a moment, but not because of the shouts of the people next to him, but because of the golden red strands.

What's that?

His wanly extinguished hopes were ignited by those wondrous rays, and he struggled to rise, without asking for help or saying anything else. Chu Wanning stumbled along with those golden rays of light, followed by the anxious voices of the people.

" Master Chu "

Now that the mud has finally been washed away, it is clear that Mo Weiyu was not a sinner, but the price was too high, and I wonder how much more meaningful such a clean slate can be.

But just as Mo Ran never cared about what the world thought of him, he was clear, he was foul, he was mad, he was crazy. Chu Wanning is the same. What they both want is nothing more than to have no regrets in their hearts.

"Master."

Xue Meng was coming after him, but before he could take a few steps, he heard a commotion in the crowd.

Lonely Moonlit A disciple over there shouted in panic, "Master Master, what happened to you"

Xue Meng was stunned and turned around to see Jiang Xi collapsing into the snow, a huge pool of blood pouring out from beneath him.

"What's going on," growled the elder of Lonely Moonlit, "was it just fine?"

A disciple timidly pointed to a hideous scar on Jiang Xi's waist and stomach.

"Yes is was hit by a sharp weapon in the torrent before, right Master fears the scene is getting more chaotic, so he has not said anything"

There is a faint smell of blood in the air. Before the dawn, Jiang Xi collapsed into the settled world, closing his eyes on the peaceful present.

"Heal quickly."

"What are you waiting for? Save him!"

Xue Meng's mind was in turmoil. He staggered, still holding the snow phoenix Jiang Xi had given him. He turned his head sideways and tried to follow Chu Wanning's back, but only moved half an inch before he fell to his knees with a swoop and finally let out a cry.

He doesn't know where love and hate no longer exist in this vast expanse of mountains and rivers, and when he raises his head in the mortal world, there is no longer anyone to keep him company. Those days when he was a proud and proud young man, when he fought with his sword, are now a time of red dust and never looking back.

And on the vast snowy path of Mount Qiong, Chu Wanning watched the golden-red light soar into the sky to the distant mountains

"Trust me, I'll try to see you."

"I'll be waiting for you on the other side."

A sudden shiver ran through him, but Chu Wanning did not dare to think about it, not until he had seen the truth for himself.

By this time, the rising sun had pierced the darkness of the great abyss and had risen from the cold of last night. The golden glow of the sun was spilling over the mountain paths, which were so abrupt, so tumultuous and so strange. The first sun had risen, a pale scarlet reflecting the sea of people, a brilliant gold celebrating the aftermath of the disaster.

Chu Wanning looks at the rising sun, twirls the talisman with his fingertips and flashes of golden light.

"Rising dragon summons"

A long whistle. His candle-bearing paper dragon breaks through the snow, his body coiled and his voice like a bell.

The little dragon looked up and saw that the red earth was well, and was so happy that he began to laugh with his master again: "The wind and the waves are calm."

"Hmm."

"The fight is over."

"Hmm."

The paper dragon was even happier as it soared through the air for a long time before coming down with a sense of satisfaction and then, as it did every time he saw him, teased, "By the way, Chu Wanning, why are you always alone?"

Chu Wanning stood quietly in the wind, snow seeds falling on his long eyelashes. He couldn't stop thinking about what Mo Ran had said to him when he parted, and felt his heart beating like a drum. After a long moment of silence, he looked up and said to the paper dragon lying against the light, "Take me to a place."

"Where."

Chu Wanning rolls onto the dragon's back and the giant dragon rises up to face the snowy sky and look down on the silvery landscape. The sun was rising, growing brighter and brighter, and he said to the giant dragon in the morning light that had finally arrived: "Go to Nanping Mountain. I am going to meet him."

Cang Long wanted to talk nonsense for a moment, but his whiskers curled and he said nothing more.

In fact, he knew exactly where his master wanted to go back to and who he wanted to find. It let out a dragon chant, and before soaring into the sky, Chu Wanning looked back at the magnificent river and mountain.

The sky is long, the clouds are long. From the windy and snowy Kunlun Road, he chased the golden light to the distant rivers and lakes where the light rain was falling.

Mo Ran promised him that he would return.

So he believed in him and he went to the place where they had last parted to meet him.

"Do you think those golden rays of light could be his returning soul?"

The candle dragon tossed in a sea of clouds and grunted, "If you ask me, who will I ask?"

"Do you think those spirits will return to his body?"

Candle Dragon, reluctantly: "Probably"

Without hesitation or doubt, Chu Wanning, as if certain of where the golden-red rays of light would eventually go, drove the wind-swept candle dragon and landed in the bamboo forest deep in Nanping.

"The person you're looking for is right here."

Chu Wanning didn't reply, he felt a thousand pounds on his chest and couldn't breathe.

"I have stored Mo Ran's body here before." His fingers were trembling involuntarily, "so if his soul can return, then"

He was going to say that it would be here then, but the words didn't come out of his mouth.

What if it's not here?

He also wanted to give himself something to look forward to; he didn't want to put words in his mouth.

The paper candle dragon, a bit of a straw man, shook his head and said, "And what if he doesn't come back?"

"" "What if those golden lights dissipate before they can last here?"

""

"If only."

Chu Wanning glanced back, his eyes harsh but red: "Then I will burn you to bury him."

"Oops, I'm so scared."

The candle dragon grunts and turns into a golden light, its large body transforming into a small snake that perches on Chu Wanning's shoulder. It bumps its head against its master's cheek.

Knowing Chu Wanning's nature, he naturally didn't take the idea of burning it seriously, and he sighed, "By the look on your face, why do I think you want to go and bury him more than anything else?"

With that, he scratched the back of Chu Wanning's head with the tip of his tail.

"Do what?"

"I'm afraid if I don't tickle you again, you're going to pass out." little dragon sighed and slapped his tail, "You look awful."

""

"It's like that look of a gambler with his life savings who walks into a casino for one last shot."

Chu Wanning, in a rare instance, did not refute it, and he closed his eyes.

Little dragon said it was his life savings, which is not true.

It was his disciple in two lives, his lover in two lives, the fool who in two lives had made him hugely white with his flesh and blood and at the risk of falling into the mud.

It is the rest of his life.

The mountain paths are long and the snow creaks.

Far away was a cottage in disrepair. Chu Wanning stood in front of the cottage, his fingertips trembling, in front of him was only a small courtyard in disrepair, but it was as if it was heavier and harder to reach than the door to a magical realm, his throat knotted and his blood rushed.

He was as stiff as a piece of wood, his hand raised several times, only to drop the moment it touched the door.

little dragon: "Oops, if you don't push the door, then I'll do it, I"

The door opened.

It wasn't Chu Wanning who pushed it open, nor was it little dragon who knocked it open.

The door was originally hidden, probably because the breeze had pity for the departed and could not bear the sorrow of the gentleman, so the wind creaked open the thin woodwork.

Chu Wanning is standing outside the house.

The hut has an open space in full view. At this time, the trees have not yet sprouted, but the branches are covered with thin snowflakes, and when the wind blows, the snowflakes are scattered like begonias into the golden morning sun.

And then, over the shoulder of a man.

At the sound of the movement, the man's form paused slightly, then slowly turned back.

The light and shadows are so bright that for a moment it seems as if the earth has returned to spring and the light of summer is blazing.

The wind, the snow, the leaves that he could not hear before, all returned to his ears, and everything on earth came back to him like a tidal wave.

He stood still and tried to run forward, but his limbs were filled with lead and he could not move a single step. At this moment, Chu Wanning's ears felt as if the cicadas were chirping under Tongtian Tower years ago.

Those were the best years of Mo Ran's life.

The handsome young man walks towards Elder Yu Heng, who is leaning under a tree, towards the origin of everything, towards the beginning of the intertwined destinies of the two men.

" Chu Wanning "

little dragon poked him in the side between the waist.

Chu Wanning reluctantly came back to his senses, but his throat was still clogged and he couldn't get a word out.

He walked slowly towards the man standing under the dead wood, towards the end of everything, towards the end of two lifetimes of pain, towards the end of dust.

The wind blows the leaves of the forest, and the sighs and sighs. Chu Wanning seems to have stepped through countless beacons and wolves to finally stand in front of that man.

It was as if Mo Weiyu had stood in front of Chu Wanning, a young man in his prime, many years ago.

Lifting his head and grinning.

" Your Mightiness Your Mightiness ."

The voice of the past is still in my ears, but when we meet again, two lives have passed.

"I've been looking at you for a long time, and you've ignored me."

The valley is empty, the haze is pure, and there is nothing else in the world but the two of them. Mo Ran is dressed in her outer robe. His face is still a little pale from a serious illness.

He watched Chu Wanning come out of the sunset and into his presence, his dark brow gradually revealing a more tender look.

"Master."

The wind has stopped, and between the gaps in the clouds and mist, a draught of morning sunlight falls, shining on the bloodstained earth.

"I met a demon. And then I had an interesting experience to tell you about"

The turmoil of the last days passed.

Waiting years for the blood to fall now

Perhaps there will be new plum blossoms.