Si Tian Guan Chapter 3

    It was the coldest weather of the year, and the snow fell silently.

    There was not even a little wind, and large flakes of snow fell erratically from the sky, like someone was tearing cotton wool in the air.

     Pedestrians on the road wrapped their collars tightly and hurried past with their heads lowered to prevent these disturbing coldness from getting into their necks.

    Qu Chenzhou wanted to follow people several times to find a place to avoid the snow, but he retreated several times and said to himself, "I want to wait for him to come back..."

    His voice faded into the dark night.

    I stretched out my hand, and the condensed white ice crystals fell to the palm of my hand, and then fell to the ground through the palm of my hand.

    Only my heart is at a loss, as if empty.

    The sky was getting dark, and there were few pedestrians on the road, so he sat down again under the flagpole, bent his knees and hugged himself.

    Not because of the cold, but from a very young age, only when I curl up in a ball like this can I feel safe.

    "The drums are ringing, the flowers bloom in March, Zigui is crying, the small eaves are flying swallows, and the east wind is calling every day..."

    When others couldn't hear his voice, he relieved himself and sang to his body, which was hung on the flagpole beside him.

    He didn't know why he was standing here, and how he became like this. When someone dragged his body away, he could only follow him blankly and come here.

    The silver arrow has been pulled out, and the blood has not been cleaned up. Fortunately, it is a cold winter, and it has not rotted for so long.

    It's been the fourteenth day since the corpse was displayed.

    Chongming has no reason not to hate him.

    Not to mention that in the past many years, many people in the world who have never even seen him have died because of him.

    This end is also what he deserves.

    So no resentment.

    He was just at a loss as to where he should go in the future. Maybe even God hates him for doing too much and punishes him not to reincarnate. Here he is watching himself being reviled and humiliated.

    But he has never been doing nothing in his life like he is now, nor is he so unrestrained now that he can raise his head and hum a tune to the sky, without worrying about anything.

    "The drums sounded at the fifth watch, the bead curtains were all wet, the snow covered the Tianshan Mountains, the clouds condensed thousands of miles, and there were tourists in the clouds."

    In the past ten days, his soul consciousness seems to be getting weaker and weaker, and his memory is getting worse and worse.

     Repeatedly, from the first watch drum to the fifth watch drum, and then from the fifth watch to the first watch, tirelessly, I saw the dawn of the sky again.

    In addition to the dawn, there are many others.

    Qu Chenzhou stood up facing the sun, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but tick.

    As if remembering, a long time ago, there was also such a person, standing in front of him in the dazzling backlight of the sun, asked in a laughing voice: "Qu Sitian?"

    It was the first light that came into his life.

    He ran a few steps forward involuntarily, stretched out his arm to the man, "Chongming..."

    But the black knight headed by him and the fast horse passed through his body, and knelt down under the flagpole in the agitated snowflakes.

    Someone quickly stepped forward and removed the corpse that had been hanging for many days.

    Liu Chongming knelt on the ground, hugged his already stiff body tightly in his arms, and burst into tears in the bright snow at the beginning of the morning.

    Qu Chenzhou stood behind him in a daze, the voice was so sad and mournful that he couldn't help but touch his face - it was already a remnant of the soul, and there was no tears to shed.

    "Chongming, why are you crying?"

    He could only reach out and gently stroke Liu Chongming's head.

    "I'm dead...don't cry."

    Qu Chenzhou raised his gradually lost hands in front of his eyes, closed his eyes with relief, and breathed a sigh of relief.

    The body is dead, the soul is about to disperse, and he... can finally be released.

    The body is so light that it seems to be flying in the clouds, but shouldn't a person like him go to hell?

    He didn't know where he was going, he just felt erratic, like a dream of flying before, he would wake up in a blink of an eye, and his body fell uncontrollably.

    Qu Chenzhou slammed forward, and put his hands on the table in time, not letting himself fall, but was stunned by the things in his hands.

    That is a fortune-telling bone, something I have not seen for many years.

    When he was in Qisheng Building, the host asked him to hold this thing for divination for the guests, although he didn't need it, but the host said it looked more like a divination.

    In addition to this strange fortune-telling bone, he also saw his own hand.

    Qu Chenzhou was born a monster, and turned into a soul. He saw the corpse separated from himself, and even experienced such strange things. Happening.

    He was still in a daze, and a scolding sounded in front of him: "Du Quan! What's going on?!"

    Du Quan? The owner of Qisheng, who has been dead for many years?

    Compared to Du Quan who was still alive, his eyes were looking at the person on the opposite side, a table away from him.

    Qu Chenzhou curled up with his fingers pinching the bones.

    It's Pan He... When he was fourteen years old, Eunuch Pan had only been to Qisheng Building once, but it was precisely because of this divination that Eunuch Pan used him to please the emperor. .

    In less than two months from this day, Qi Shenglou disappeared, and he was sent to the palace, and he couldn't help himself.

    Pan Gonggong is also the first step in his small trial of killing.

    "Sink the boat! You talk!"

    Du Quan didn't expect Qu Chenzhou to be stunned suddenly, so he hurriedly shoved him, and bowed to Pan He with a smile on his face: "Pan Gonggong, don't be angry, this child was originally It's a little weird, just wait."

    Pan He unfolded the folding fan and looked Qu Shenzhou up and down for a moment: "Du Quan, you shouldn't be selling dog meat with these false words to deceive people."

    "Father-in-law is joking, how dare the villain dare," Du Quan smiled: "The villain also told you before, this child was very clever when he was a child, and the bigger he was, the worse it would be. If he can't figure it out. , Your lord has a lot of it, so just take a look at it for fun."

    Pan He is not young anymore. He is not as open to this kind of ghosts and gods as young people. Hearing what he said, he also nodded: "This is natural, children's eyes are clean and big. It's normal to not be able to see the smell of fireworks."

    Qu Chenzhou stared blankly at the two people who should have turned into bones in front of him, then raised his hand and looked at it, it was really his own hand when he was a teenager, with a mask on his face The covering of the face is also the same as before.

     But the conversation in front of me was so unfamiliar and completely different from before.

    The hexagrams on Pan He's body are also very different from before.

    In the last life, he accurately predicted the hexagram for Pan He—going south to get gold, going around Los Angeles.

    Pan He was skeptical and ordered to go south, making a lot of money, and because he took a detour from Los Angeles and avoided the turmoil in the city, this was why he had a crooked mind.

    What is the current situation? Could it be that God told him to read the person he hated and the most unforgettable thing in his life again before he was reincarnated, and he also remembered it on the road to forgetting the river?

    Qu Chenzhou's breathing became rapid, and he couldn't tell whether it was illusory or real for a while.

    Du Quan and Pan He's voices and figures seemed to be circling and twisting around them, turning into ghostly voices and screaming, and the scolding sounded unreal.

    Having a splitting headache.

    Such a nightmarish person is something he doesn't want to see even in his dreams.

    If it's a dream, let him do it once! Indulge once! Vent once!

    He smashed the bone of his right hand to Pan He's face, stepped on the table with the chair, and stepped on Pan He's chest in a scream , rushed out of the door like a fly.

    In the exclamations and scoldings on the street, he ran all the way, the exhaustion brought by running and the fright of the pedestrians around him were so real that he started to panic again.

    It was as if everything before was a nightmare for him, and the real one is still selling himself in Qisheng Building, and nothing happened.

    The people from Qisheng Building shouted and chased after him, but the fear had made him unable to care about anything.

    Being able to run on both feet again, breathing the warm air so greedily and thirst, and feeling the beating heartbeat in my chest, whether it is true or false at the moment, is no longer important.

    Even if it's a dream.

    But he is still a boy with a thin body after all. Before he could run two streets away, the people behind him rushed up like a wolf, overwhelmed him and twisted him. arms up.

    Qu Chenzhou raised his head desperately, not caring about the dust rising from the ground choking into his throat, and shouting loudly: "Help! Is there anyone! Help me!"

    "What's the matter?" There was a young boy's voice above his head.

    He was just like a drowning man, eager to grab a life-saving straw, never thought that someone would answer.

    The sound made his whole body tremble, as if all the strength of his struggle was instantly taken away.

    So familiar, how could he forget the voice that appeared countless times in his dreams?

    Qu Shenzhou raised his head involuntarily. In the backlight of the sun, a young man on a horse leaned slightly towards him.

    "What's going on?"

    The name was in his mouth, but he never dared to call it out.

    "Restatement..."

Chapter end