The moonlight slid over the top of his head, sprinkling shining broken jade on the ground, illuminating Aunt Rong's face first, followed by Lin Songyao's.

Sang breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it was not him. But then, it felt that its body was wrapped in something thin like skin, and it became tighter and tighter. The thing was airtight and cold as ice. Every pore in its body seemed to be filled with ice and snow, and the eyebrows and hair were covered with frost, which made it unable to breathe.

It heard Mu Clee and Baotian shouting at the same time behind him and rushed towards him, but before they could get close to him, they were knocked back and moaned continuously.

The girl slowly walked to Aunt Rong and Lin Songyao. She bent down and glanced over their terrified faces. She smiled and pointed at Aunt Rong and said, "It's not that I want you to die, it's Yueguang who chose you among the two. Are you convinced?"

Aunt Rong held her steadily. She had already understood the meaning of the girl's words, but for some reason, her heart suddenly became peaceful. Fear and unwillingness left her, and all that was left was happiness. If you had to choose one between Song Yao and herself, then choose her. If you leave her, he could still live, but if he died, she really didn't know how to complete the long road of the rest of her life.

She seemed to have never thought about this before, but when she stood on the border between life and death, she suddenly understood it.

"I'm willing to die." Aunt Rong supported the ground with both hands and looked up at the girl's face. However, the expression on the face changed completely: it was originally filled with joy like a child teasing people, but now, the whole face was completely gloomy and full of unhappiness.

"What did you say?" the girl asked softly again.

"I...I'm willing to die, kill me."

"No, no," Song Yao blocked her, "Don't kill her, I'm the one who deserves the most, it's me."

Aunt Rong suddenly felt uneasy. Every pore on her body tightened, and her heart beat violently, as if it was about to jump out of her mouth. She pulled Song Yao's arm and tried her best to pull him behind her. Her mouth was incoherent and she couldn't even hear what she was saying. "The moonlight... shines on me first...I...not...not him..."

She couldn't pull Song Yao. He was so firm and firmly blocked in front of him, just like before, she always protected him behind him.

The girl's hair on her temples was blown back by the wind, and the pearls on her big wings also sounded "rattle". Her face was so white by the moonlight above her head, like a piece of white jade.

Aunt Rong saw her fingers move, as if she had plucked a few strings. Then, Song Yao's body flew out, she grabbed the corner of his sleeve, but slipped off again.

A hole as big as a fist was broken in Song Yao's throat, and blood was spraying out from it, pouring Aunt Rong's face and body. Aunt Rong screamed and stood up to grab his hand, but his body seemed to be hooked by something, flew towards the distance, drew an arc in the air, and landed among the group of Wuyang Wuyang wild ghosts blocked by the fire.

Aunt Rong didn't know how she stood up and ran towards Song Yao. Her legs were obviously weak and there was no strength left, but she still supported her through the wild ghosts surrounding Song Yao and came to him.

She reached out to him, and before her fingertips could fall on his blood-stained face, he closed his eyes and died under her gaze.

"You... don't... don't leave your mother..."

But the next moment, Aunt Rong suddenly stopped crying. She saw the pair of greedy eyes surrounding Song Yao, full of desire for food. They had been hungry for so many days, hungry and could no longer bear it.

"No, no, you can't eat him." She held Song Yao in her arms, and hugged his body that had lost its temperature tightly, with his chin on top of his head. His hair was so soft, just like when he was a child, "You can't eat him, I'll cook for you now, anything is fine, you can't eat my son... I beg you, please..."

There was a sound of clapping from behind.

"Okay," the girl clapped her hands and laughed, as if she hadn't been so happy for a long time. "Okay, she owes you so much, and now it's time to get it back from her son."

Aunt Rong looked back at her in horror, but at this moment, she felt a lighter in her arms. Song Yao's body broke away from her arms and flew into the dense black shadows.

The wild ghosts gathered towards him, layer by layer, Aunt Rong heard her familiar voice, biting, smacking her lips, and sucking... After so many years, she has long turned a deaf ear to these sounds, and even hummed a small song at it. But today, these sounds are like a hammer, hitting her head one by one, heavy and slow, shattering all the things that have already been numb inside.

She saw Chen Yuan and those who died in her hands. They walked from afar, bathed in the mountain breeze, with a creeping blue light on their faces.

"Moon...the moon is coming out..." Aunt Rong laughed, and the laughter echoed in the mountains and forests, so resolute that it was terrifying.

She was crazy.

"Death is the easiest thing, so there are countless cowards in this world who are rushing to die," the girl turned her head and looked at Aunt Rong, blinking her eyes, "I want you to live, and you want you to experience this life full of thorns, and spend the rest of your life to lick the scar that will never be healed, and you will have to endure it slowly."

She smiled, her eyes drifted to the face of Sang, who was still entangled in the cassock, and tilted her head and said softly, "The same is true for you. I won't kill you. I want to keep you. Without you, I feel much boring."

She walked to Sang with a brisk pace, her cold fingers slid across its cheeks, her smiling face approached it a little, her lips approached its ears, and the exhaled coldness formed a layer of frost on its neck. "Don't be fooled by me all the time, it won't be fun if I do it too many times."

After saying that, she smiled at its angry face, suddenly turned around, walked towards the depths of the forest, and reached the top of the mountain. With a light wave of her finger, the cassock wrapped around Sang suddenly released and returned to her hand.

The body was suddenly loosened and the frozen stiff body could not adapt for a while, so Sang took a few steps back and hit Mu Cuzi, who was still lying on the ground and moaning, and was about to trip, but fortunately he was supported by a pair of warm hands from behind.

"I'm late." The moment I heard Zhao Zimai's voice, Sang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It fell into his arms, and the two of them fell to a thick pine leaf together.
Chapter completed!