Chapter 11 Pear Garden Shadow (XI) "Go back to the mortal world, Tianyahai...

Who did you kill with your own hands?

Wasn't he calling "mother" in his dream just a moment ago?

Xie Zhiyan wanted to put the medicine bottle on the pillow of the young man who seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, but when he heard the words, he raised his eyebrows slightly, his hand paused in the air, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.

After a moment, he looked at Ah Yang's legs wrapped in gauze again and put down the medicine bottle in his hand. Then he turned and walked into the darkness, saying word by word: "If you dare to hurt anyone in the troupe, I will make you wish you were dead."

"I gave you this medicine because I want you to leave as soon as possible, and because-"

"You are the same as me. You are a person left in the world by your own mother."

He wanted to say that he was a person abandoned and resented by his own mother, but he changed the words. It sounded very pitiful, and he hated being pitied.

"Jin Fan wants you to live, so you should live well. "

Xie Zhiyan walked out of the wing room slowly and lightly. The room became quiet again, as if no one had been there.

The little shadow figure, the exiled immortal, who was sitting on the windowsill with one leg bent, listened to the man talking to a nightmare boy. He leaned against the window wall and shook his head, thinking: It is better to come at the right time than to come early.

This man threatened before dinner, and delivered medicine while threatening in the middle of the night.

It was really twisted. He glanced at the young man on the couch with the moonlight falling on his face. The expression on his face was really rich. The dream must be quite exciting, and he would not wake up for a while, unless the person who tormented him in the dream came out first.

Forget it, let's guard them here.

Li Zhixing sat by the window, covered with silver light. He was recalling the written notes written by Xie Zhiyan in his mind, but somehow, he thought of Hu Sanniang. His mind flashed the look she gave him, and her blood-covered appearance.

The exiled immortal shook his head, looked up at the bright moon hidden in the clouds, and murmured: "How is Hu Sanniang? "

After sighing to the moon, when Li Zhixing looked at the bed again, two shadowy figures appeared beside the bed, silently, staring at him with two pairs of big eyes.

Li Zhixing was startled and floated down from the windowsill. Ye Qingzhan was quick to catch the figure, put him in the palm of his hand, and whispered, "Immortal, why did you become smaller?"

"How could I read if I didn't become smaller?" Li Zhixing stood in Ye Qingzhan's palm with his arms folded, pretending to be angry, "When did you two come out of the dream, and how long have you been looking at this immortal?"

"When you said, 'I don't know how Sanniang is doing.'" Ye Qingzhan answered with a smile, watching the exiled immortal's face turn red little by little. When he was about to tease her a few more times, someone stretched out his hand to her.

Wen Gu on the side grabbed the "Immortal in the Palm" in Ye Qingzhan's hand by the collar and lifted it up with a little disgust. The exiled immortal was clamped by someone and struggled with his limbs. Wen Gu turned a deaf ear and let go of his hand in mid-air without mercy.

"You are heavy. "

Her hand will hurt."

The immortal who was floating in the air like dust was laughed out of anger. He stopped struggling and cast a spell calmly. He grew bigger and stood on the ground. He wanted to use his height to knock on the boy's head, but he dodged it by turning his head.

Wen Gu glanced to the side and saw the small white porcelain bottle that he had not noticed before.

He had seen this porcelain bottle on Xie Zhiyan's desk, so he asked, "Has Xie Zhiyan been here?"

Li Zhixing resignedly withdrew his hand and nodded, "Yes, he came, left a bottle of medicine, said some twisted words and left."

Ye Qingzhan was in the middle of the two of them, as confused as a pot that couldn't breathe. Listening to the two of them talking back and forth, she was very envious. She

reached out and took the medicine bottle, opened it and sniffed it, and said to Wen Gu, "Xie Zhiyan used this medicine on me to treat my leg injury. "

After saying that, Ye Qingzhan stood on tiptoe and came over to smell it. It had a special citrus smell with a light tea fragrance. Li Ying had told her that this medicine was a wonder medicine for treating leg injuries.

"It's a very good medicine." She also said.

Wen Gu looked at the medicine and felt that he was becoming more and more unable to understand mortals.

In the past few days, Xie Zhiyan had forced him to practice martial arts. Every time he finished practicing, he was bruised and swollen. But after returning to the house, he could always see this small medicine bottle by the bed. He always felt a strange feeling in his heart. The restlessness brought by the practice was a little lighter in the pungent smell, but the evil in his body became more and more turbulent, wanting to eat him alive, as if he was afraid that if he was a step late, something would happen to him.

He didn't understand even more. He obviously hated this young man so much, but he came to deliver medicine to him in the middle of the night.

"Doesn't Mr. Xie hate Ayang very much? Why did he send medicine to him?" Ye Qingzhan asked the question in his heart, "Did he suddenly figure it out? "

She looked at the exiled immortal with an expression of "seeking advice", and Wen Gu also turned his gaze to him, and his usually indifferent eyes seemed to have warmth.

Li Zhixing looked at the two of them, speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain. After a moment, he glanced at the person on the couch and whispered, "The person is about to wake up, go out and talk."

Wen Gu put the medicine bottle back on the pillow of the sleeping person, tapped his forehead, and followed the two people who had gone ahead.

After leaving the room, the exiled immortal cast a spell to turn the three of them into little shadows, and took the two little kids to climb up a big locust tree in the backyard of the Ye Mansion. After sitting on the trunk, the three began to integrate what they had learned.

Ye Qingzhan didn't understand why he had to run to the tree to feed mosquitoes in early summer. After sitting on the branch, he pulled Wen Gu's arm for fear that he would fall, and asked, "Why don't you go inside and talk?"

"Whose house? ”

“There is Hua Niang in your room, Xie Zhiyan in his room, and Qing Huai You Pian in my room. You two have been coming and going until dawn. Let’s talk on this tree, and then go back to your rooms to sleep!” After Li Zhixing sat down, he crossed his arms and said, “Tell me what you two did in people’s dreams and what you saw?”

“Spirit-searching should be able to find out a person’s past.”

Spirit-searching is an extension of dreams. It traces back to the source and connects the consciousness of the dreamer with the consciousness of the dreamer, so as to reshape the past in the dream with the help of external forces.

This method is applicable to living people, including living people in dreams.

But ghosts can’t do it. They can’t even dream, let alone their consciousness is scattered and they can’t build a spirit bridge.

Ye Qingzhan nodded and said, “The scenes in the dream changed quickly, but it almost covered the life nodes of important people before Ah Yang met Zhao Banzhu. His past can be pieced together.”

“Tell me about it. "The exiled immortal sat comfortably, ready to listen to the story.

Looking up at the moon, Ye Qingzhan leaned against Wen Gu and told him about Ayang's past.

***

The young man spoke with great force but only to kill one person. When Wen Gu and Ye Qingzhan looked at each other and then at Ayang, the world changed.

The wilderness, green forests, and villages were no longer there. They were in a street market, facing an alley, which was pitch black and had no end in sight.

Suddenly a voice came:

"I told you not to steal!"

"You are a thing born by a mother but not raised by her!"

"The evil star that killed your parents!"

The laughter sounded extremely harsh, and the young man roared:

"What did you say!"

"Don't mention them..."

The sound of fighting came, and Ye Qingzhan glanced at Wen Gu, who pulled her wrist and ran deep into the alley.

The young man's face was embedded in the mud, his head was stepped on and trampled, and he knelt at the feet of several ferocious men.

The two people who ran into the alley saw the boy in his most miserable state. Ye Qingzhan broke free from Wen Gu's hand and rushed forward, pushing the man's foot that was stepping on the boy's head with both hands, but it was empty. She

was powerless.

She always forgot that this was Ah Yang's dream.

Wen Gu pulled her up and saw that her face was covered with tears, crystal clear. He couldn't help but reach out to wipe them away, thinking: She loves to cry, always doing these useless things... Then he suddenly thought that if one day he also fell into this situation, would she protect him?

Wen Gu shook his head and dispelled the absurd thoughts in his mind. He looked at these people together with the sobbing girl beside him.

"Why, you won't let people say it anymore?" The fat man with a face full of flesh stepped hard on the boy's face with his big foot and said sarcastically, "Why didn't you stand up hard when you stole the customer's wallet? You act like a fool when you talk about your dead parents!"

The boy struggled a few times.

"Ah? Still not convinced?"

The standing man kicked the boy in the abdomen and back a few more times. He was trembling all over, his eyes were blazing but he clenched his teeth.

"Okay, it's a tough nut to crack," the man who was stepping on the boy's head pulled up his hair, grinning like a devil, "My Lord loves little bad guys like you who have a bad temper the most," he loosened his hand that was pulling the boy's scalp, stood up, and said to the people behind him, "Take him away."

Tears dried on his face, Ye Qingzhan looked in the direction where the few people left and muttered, "My Lord, who is your Lord?" He

did not respond, and the two of them followed the few people who were dragging the boy forward.

The further they went, the more the houses on both sides of the narrow alley collapsed. In a moment, the alley turned into a secret room, and with the rise and fall of knives, it turned into a mourning hall with constant wailing. In the flickering white candlelight, the surroundings became a wealthy mansion with rivers of blood. A man in black clothes and a mask stood in the middle of the corpses, his silver blade flashing with blood. In the light and darkness, the lifeless mansion collapsed and became an endless wilderness. A young man covered in blood walked between heaven and earth, then suddenly fell to the ground and rolled down the mountain stream.

"The places you have been to in your dreams are all where that kid--"

Ye Qingzhan was speechless and shook her head, saying, "I don't want to say."

Wen Gu glanced at her and replied, "Places where people were killed."

"He was forced to be a killer," the exiled immortal took a breath, thinking of that stubborn young boy, and sighed, "He is so young, but he kills people like crazy, chasing actors to the ends of the earth."

"This..." Li Zhixing swayed his feet, and asked again as the wind blew leaves rustling, "Didn't you see that adult in your dreams?"

Ye Qingzhan shook her head and said regretfully, "Every time I saw him, we were separated by a screen, and his subordinates told me what he said, so he was very cautious."

"Then does he know who the actor is to be killed?"

"How can he kill him if he hasn't even seen him?"

Li Zhixing asked again.

"No, that opera girl went south, and no one knows what she looks like. Ayang also doesn't know where she went."

"Going south..." Li Zhixing's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered Xie Zhiyan's diary. He slapped his forehead and said excitedly, "Maybe Xie Zhiyan knows."

Wen Gu glanced at the exiled immortal indifferently, and said calmly: "So what if he knows, if Ayang is Qinghuai, and his knot in his heart is really that missing opera girl, and he wants her dead, what should we do?"

In fact, Ye Qingzhan also wanted to ask this question, but she didn't expect Wen Gu to ask it first. She crossed her knees and held her chin up to look at him, and felt that his voice was very pleasant, like the sound of a string - if he could only talk more like he did tonight, it would be better.

"Go back to the mortal world and hunt her down to the ends of the earth?"

The young man asked calmly, but it cast a layer of gloom over the hearts of several people.