Why did Yan Mingxiu guard his corpse? Why? Why did he? Why?

Zhou Xiang's mind was buzzing, and he could not digest this information at all. The scenes of the past passed quickly in front of his eyes. He had experienced Yan Mingxiu's enthusiasm and ruthlessness, but he never felt that he had occupied a position in Yan Mingxiu's heart. Yan Mingxiu's heart was filled with Wang Yudong, and he could hardly have his place.

But what are the abnormal behaviors of Yan Mingxiu now? Guilt? Is it just guilt?

Zhou Xiang climbed up from the ground and said in a daze, "I'll go see him."

Yan Mingxu glanced at him and said tiredly, "You can try it. If you can let him speak, or get him out, I owe you a favor."

Zhou Xiang said in a trembling voice: "Let me in."

Yan Mingxu led him out of the house, took him to the next house, and handed him a flashlight, "Go into the house and find the lights by yourself, and lean against the door."

Zhou Xiang opened the door, and his hands holding the flashlight immediately felt a layer of sweat, wet and slippery. The cold feeling was unavoidable since he stepped into the room.

The room was very dark, and the ground was filled with bumpy mud. As soon as you entered the house, there was a dark stove. Zhou Xiang walked in the stove. Every place that the flashlight shone was gloomy and scary. But he was not afraid. He had too many questions and too sadness in his heart. He no longer had the strength to be afraid.

He touched the rope of the kitchen lamp, and the kitchen suddenly lit up. Zhou Xiang threw down the flashlight and turned to the inner room. Through the faint light, he could see something lying on the bed in the room.

Zhou Xiang's heart twitched, and he strode over and pulled the lights in the bedroom. The room was very small and everything was clear at a glance, including the corpse covered with white cloth on the bed and the people sitting on the ground.

Zhou Xiang's legs became weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

At this time, he had no time to sit in the corner of the wall, not knowing how to live or die, and his eyes were staring at the treated corpse on the bed. Every time Yan Mingxu said, there was nothing to see. When a person's skin, blood and flesh were shed, and the exposed ones were all covered with white bones. Even if he was the most familiar self, he turned into this appearance, how could he recognize it?

Zhou Xiang's tears flowed down.

At this time, he had no choice but to be discovered by Yan Mingxiu. He had forgotten almost everything. He knew that the pile of bones was his once healthy body and a fresh life. He didn't know what else was in the world, and it was more cruel than seeing his own body with his own eyes.

He was almost collapsed, and he realized the great sadness when he lost his parents, the sorrow that he could not describe and could not be vented.

Zhou Xiang did not dare to walk over in the end. He only dared to look at him from a distance a few meters away. He really had no courage and strength to walk over. Even if it was supporting his consciousness now, he had consumed all his physical strength.

He lowered his head and looked at Yan Mingxiu. Yan Mingxiu closed his eyes and sat on the wall. He was not at all disagreeable with such a white bone, because he was like a dead man, with a pale face, thin body and spirit, and was motionless. Even the stimulation from the outside world, such as light and sound, did not make him react at all.

If it weren't for the slight trembling of his nose and telling Zhou Xiang that he was still alive, Zhou Xiang would really think that he had no heartbeat anymore.

He had never seen Yan Mingxiu like this before. He seemed to be completely disappointed and was exhausted. The only thing he piled on the ground was a shell.

Was Yan Mingxiu sad because of his death?

Zhou Xiang's body was trembling. He wanted to go up and ask Yan Mingxiu, asking him, "Are you sad for me?" If you are really so sad, why didn't you tell me at the beginning? Why didn't you tell me before I died? In fact, you also care about me in your heart?

Why has he turned into a bone? He knew that Yan Mingxiu would be sad for him.

Too late, too fucking late, I'm so fucking dead!

Zhou Xiang's tears flowed down, which was even more strange and sad than losing a relative, because he lost himself. He lost his past, his feelings, his identity, his body, his life, everything about him.

Although his soul is still alive, it is never him.

He began to hate Yan Mingxiu again. He never wanted to push his death on Yan Mingxiu because he knew that he could not do anything. Thinking like this only made him more painful. But now, when facing his body with only broken bones, he hated Yan Mingxiu and gritted his teeth. If it weren't for Yan Mingxiu, he would probably still be alive and enjoy his life with his own body, rather than staying in other people's bodies like a lonely ghost, and even cruelly watching his own corpse.

He could no longer see Yan Mingxiu as if he had lost his soul. He stumbled and rolled out. When he rushed out, he bumped into someone and heard something in his ears, but he didn't know anything. He just wanted to run farther and completely leave this long nightmare behind.

He ran into a wood, he tripped on the ground by a stone, and got out for several meters.

He began to roar loudly, cried, and pounded the ground frantically. The lush bone lingered in front of him, and he felt that he was probably crazy.

There was a anxious shout in my ear. Someone pulled him and pulled him. He pushed him away. He pushed him away with force. He wanted to run forward, but his legs were weak.

Finally, he felt his eyes turn black and fell to the ground.

86, latest update

When Zhou Xiang woke up the next day, the first thing that caught his eye was Lan Xirong's face.

He stared at the simple roof with his eyes and recalled the scenes that happened last night. He felt like a dream and full of unreality.

Lan Xirong patted his face anxiously, "Brother Xiang? Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Cai Wei also came over and looked at him worriedly.

Zhou Xiang was buried for a long time before sighing, "I'm fine."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Lan Xirong helped Zhou Xiang up from the bed and poured him a glass of water.

Zhou Xiang took a few sips of water and looked at the people and things around him in a daze. He didn't know how to describe this feeling, just like his body was stepping on the void, but his mind was very clear.

I'm afraid that the cry yesterday had almost vented his emotions, and the depressed aura in his body was much lighter, so he regained his rationality. He thought that even if he was asked to face the pile of bones that could not be seen as they were, he would not escape in panic.

He said to himself, Zhou Xiang, you must be awake and cheer up.

After his last fantasy was completely shattered and he had no way out, he was now surprisingly calm. He knew clearly that the most important thing for him now was to go to the most likely thing to get back his parents, or his relics, and then to worry about those facts that could not be changed, which was meaningless.

Zhou Xiang looked at Lan Xirong and Cai Wei's worried expressions and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm worried about you, I'm fine."

His calm appearance made the two of them feel sad. After all, Zhou Xiang was like crazy yesterday, and his whole emotions collapsed. Anyone who encounters such a thing may be like him. So now he is so calm and the contrast is so big that both of them feel unsure, afraid that Zhou Xiang will do anything more intense.

Zhou Xiang went downstairs and put on his shoes, smiled calmly, "I'm really fine. I figured it out. I was a little excited yesterday, but... it doesn't matter anymore."

Cai Wei shook his head and sighed, "If you feel really uncomfortable, don't hold it in. We are even more afraid of you when you see this."

Zhou Xiang patted Cai Wei on the shoulder, "Brother Wei, I ran over by myself yesterday, and I might cause you trouble."

"This is not the main thing, but Yan Mingxu asked you to see him after you wake up."

Lan Xirong grabbed his arm, "Brother Xiang, you can not go. I know this is too difficult for you. If you don't want to stay here, I will accompany you back and let Brother Wei handle it myself."

Cai Wei nodded, "Just stay by myself."

Zhou Xiang shook his head, "I want to stay here, I'll go see Yan Mingxu, and..." There was also Yan Mingxiu, but he didn't say it out. Yan Mingxiu's appearance yesterday made him feel quite uncomfortable, and he wanted to make sure something.

Zhou Xiang didn't let them follow him and went to find Yan Mingxu himself.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the farm house where Yan Mingxu lived, I found two monks standing outside.

Zhou Xiang was a little confused. He didn't know much about religion and other things, but his first reaction was to ask the monk to come and save him. Zhou Xiang felt a little embarrassed. He looked like a normal person now, but the most absurd thing happened to him. Although it was not his own voluntary thing, it was not the right way to think about it. So when he saw these two monks, he was very nervous, just like a monster who saw a Taoist priest.

But it was too late for him to retreat. The soldier standing at the door had already seen him. One of them turned around and asked Yan Mingxu for instructions.

Zhou Xiang had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked over. It turned out that everything was his psychological effect. The two monks just nodded politely and did not pay much attention to him.

After a while, the soldier came out and signaled him to go in.

After Zhou Xiang entered the room, he felt an extremely unusual aura. He could not describe that feeling, just like this crude rural house suddenly became very different, and even the flowing air was a little serious. He walked into the bedroom and found that not only Yan Mingxu was sitting inside, next to Yan Mingxiu, there was also a tall and thin old monk, who was around seventy years old, expressionless and powerful without anger. When Zhou Xiang came in, the monk looked up at him, and his eyes were very sharp. Although his expression did not fluctuate, Zhou Xiang was extremely nervous.

Yan Mingxu said to Zhou Xiang, "This is my master, Master Jikong." Yan Mingxu seemed very respectful, and his attitude was even humble.

Zhou Xiang awkwardly made a Buddhist ceremony and did not dare to neglect at all.

He has come into contact with many unattainable people in the entertainment industry over the past decade. Although people may not remember him, he knows a lot about these people's gossip. He found that the more people stand in the clouds, the stronger the demand for faith. For example, the second generation of reds like Mr. Wang believed in Tibetan Buddhism and was obsessed with it. No matter how busy he was every year, he had to take two or three months to go to seclusion to practice. Everyone in the capital had to respect him three points. When he went to Tibet, he was just in a proper manner. He didn't even dare to raise his head when he saw the iron rod lama. These were not rumors, but Mr. Wang himself said proudly. When he talked about his master, he even admired Ruotian God. For example, the bosses of some large state-owned enterprises and private enterprises believed in Buddhism and religion, it was even more common. Zhou Xiang had a master for Yan Mingxu, which was not surprising at all.
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