Watching Xia Sheng slowly close his eyes in the sound of Lan Yutang's flute, a trace of inexplicable brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes that could not die.

It was a slightly sentimental feeling, and then, taking off the tattered robe on his body, covering Xia Sheng's head, sighed slightly, and said in a deep voice: Alas, they are all dead......

Lan Yutang slowly put away the immortal jade flute, also full of worries.

He seemed to have seen through all the scenes that Xia Sheng thought of before he died, these scenes were intended to make Xia Sheng feel relieved of everything he had done, but he also made a look of emotion.

He leaned against the stone wall next to him, and slowly tapped his forehead with the immortal jade flute, as if he couldn't bear to look at everything in this heavy and oppressive corridor.

In the end, I finally couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, and said with a wry smile on my face that I couldn't die: Yes, they are all dead, but I am still alive......

He couldn't die and didn't speak, just looked at Xia Sheng covered under his robe in a daze.

Although he tried not to look at Xia Sheng's body, although Xia Sheng's face was already hidden by the robe he covered it, as long as he saw her exposed body, it reminded him of that person, and remembered a lot of past things about that person.

And these past events are precisely what made him extremely painful and unbearable.

As if to stop thinking about the things that were causing him pain, he suddenly raised his slap and gave himself a few big ear scrapers.

Then, he turned around, showed a slight look of pain, and said coldly to Lan Yutang: Although it is your luck to be able to survive, it is precisely your misfortune.

Hearing this, Lan Yutang was not surprised at all.

He even made a scene that he knew he would end up in this way, so he shrugged his shoulders at him and said lightly:

Actually, I was ready to die, but now that we're not dead, as long as we're alive, maybe some miracle will happen......

Hearing this, the old immortal, who had been observing all this silently beside him, suddenly jumped over, shook his head at Lan Yutang, and said loudly:

Haha, little doll, you are very brave, I have been wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, and I have never seen a person as calm as you.

Although I am very touched by your calmness and patience, I have to tell you a very sad truth, there will be no miracle until you die.

We old ghosts have been in this hellish cave for almost twenty years, and if any miracle happens, it will be our turn, and where will we be waiting for you, so I advise you to die as soon as possible, because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Hearing this, Lan Yutang also smiled, and his smile was still so free and uninhibited.

There was even a hint of calm on his face, like a small lake on a full moon night, admiring the moonlight under the weeping willows.

He even pulled out a gold tripod from the gold and silver jewels all over the ground, and then placed it, sat down cross-legged on it, and with a leisurely face, he carefully played with the immortal jade flute that was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose.

He gently turned the immortal jade flute in his hand, and said lightly: Since you can't get out, then don't go out, so that you can avoid those troubles outside.

Maybe in many years, this place will be built by the three of us extraordinary people, and the paradise written by Tao Yuanming may not be.

Speaking of which, he actually chanted Wang Wei's "Peach Source Travel" very emotionally: the fishing boat chases the water and loves the mountains and springs, the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait are in Gujin, and the mangroves are not far away......

Then, with a slight sigh, he said in a deep voice: Alas, it's a pity that this place is like a grave, and there is no sunlight all year round, otherwise, I really want to plant some peach trees.

Maybe after a few hundred years, thousands of years later, people from outside suddenly broke in, and then, we can not know the Qin and Han dynasties, and ignore the Wei and Jin dynasties.

Although he said so, it can be seen that he can't die and can't die, in fact, he still wants to go out, and even get out as soon as possible.

Because, in that world out there, he still has a lot to do.

Now, I don't know what time it is.

There is no day, no day, no night, and no leakage, so it is impossible to count the hours at all, only by feeling.

I don't know if it's too late to carry out that task.

Before coming in, Kuaidao Xiang Fang had handed him a bag of tips, and it contained the purpose of his operation.

Although he had long been tired of this way of living by following orders, he had to put down his immortal phoenix shelf and arrogance to carry out the mission, because it was the antidote he used to exchange for light bamboo grass.

Ding Yuehua was still waiting for him to use this light bamboo grass to save his life.

He Lan Yutang is a rotten person, a cheap life, and he is burdened with the infamy of treachery, which is not a pity to die, but Ding Yuehua can never die.

This is not only because Ding Yuehua is the wife of his best friend Suo Ming Tsing Yi, only Ding Yuehua can eliminate the misunderstanding between him and Suo Ming Tsing Yi, but also because of ......

is even more because he found that in the few months he spent with Ding Yuehua, he had ......

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

In the faint light of the flickering torches on the stone walls on both sides, Lan Yutang suddenly felt a little desolate.

And although this dimly lit corridor was depressing, and the dreary hot sweat had made his clothes stick tightly to his back, it still made him feel cold.

He gently tapped the tip of his nose with the end of the immortal jade flute, and the expression on his face was complex and contradictory.

No one could see what was going on in his mind.

Or rather, he doesn't want to think about anything anymore.

He is not in a hurry, but he can't die, but he seems to be a little anxious.

After hearing his indifferent words, he jumped up all of a sudden, and then, pointing at his nose, he scolded:

Hey, you bastard, shut your stinky mouth. Now that I have dissolved the Gu poison on your body that has been floating for three days, then I must not let you die in this ghost place.

I must let you get out of this hellish tomb of the living dead, and I will let you tell everyone in the rivers and lakes that my reputation for not being able to die is not earned out of thin air.

I can't die, no worse than him, hmph, if you bastard dare to say such bastard words again, I'll cut your tongue off first.

The torches on the stone wall flickered and dimmed.

Although Lan Yutang still had that kind of free and easy smile on his face, when he looked up at the torches that were about to be extinguished, he was extremely desperate.