Attack Jade (攻玉) - Chapter 65

[Chapter 41 (2)]

No, not to mention a badly wounded man.

As soon as the yin qi in the room dissipated, Cheng Bo and Huo Qiu, who had been unconscious, had woken up. The corpse evil face was surrounded by a cloud of black qi, desperately trying to pull the arrow from the center of the eyebrow, but it was only hated to pull it out.

Cheng Bo and Huo Qiu worked together to carry Peng Yugui to the opposite room, and when they passed the corridor, they only saw Lin Chengyou dodging left and right, scolding while fighting: “Old demon, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance, you can escape now, you have to mix with the corpse evil, beware of hundreds of years of Daoist destruction.” The

other was a handsome Lang Jun in his early thirties, wearing a pale gold robe, with a bowl of red peony medicine on his sideburns, which was a very decent outfit, but it looked like he had just been burned by fire, and the sleeve on the right side had long disappeared, and only sporadic charred rags were left from the shoulders.

“Stinky boy, you’ve taken care of yourself and are still thinking of making a divisive plan.” The gold-clad man replied quickly, “And look, who can walk out of the Cai Feng Lou alive tonight.” He laughed

wildly, but he also felt a little bit of difficulty.

The group moved to the opposite room and quickly closed the door, Teng Yuyi crouched down to check Peng Yugui’s injury, only to see that his face was like gold paper, his breath was like gossamer, and there was no possibility of survival.

Teng Yuyi looked at Peng Yugui, unable to say what it was like in his heart, the Absolute Saint crouched on the other side, and his voice was a little more pronounced: “Just now… Thanks to you just now… Thank you…… Congratulations boss. Teng Yuyi

sighed, “His surname is Peng.”

Peng Yugui barely moved the corners of his mouth: “Yes… Call me Peng Dalang. The Absolute Saint was at a loss, tearing off a sleeve to try to suppress the wound for Peng Yugui, but Peng Yugui’s

entire shoulder and neck were blurred with blood and flesh, and it was already impossible for people to start.

“The governor doesn’t have to be busy.” Peng Yugui said, “I… You can’t live. The

absolute saint wiped his face in a daze, the water beads on his cheeks were shining, and for a moment he couldn’t tell whether it was sweat or tears, Teng Yuyi knew that Peng Yugui had no medicine to save, so he didn’t take the medicine again.

“Lin Shizi is right, from the moment I killed innocent people for my own selfishness, I was no longer me.” Peng Yugui barely squeezed out a smile, “A sinner like me, it is not a pity to die.”

“Boss Peng…” Teng Yuyi tried to speak.

Peng Yugui shook his head, “In order to save each other, you and the Absolute Saint Dao Chief were willing to let the corpse evil come at themselves, somehow reminding me of my grandmother and sister.” I just did that moment, not only to save the trail chief, but also to… Save the grandmother of the year, save the treasure of the year… And……

“Save myself.”

He was out of breath and had to pause for a long time with each word.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to go back to Peach Branch Ferry.” He reluctantly raised his right hand and looked at it, “These hands are now stained with blood, and I’m afraid that even if I see my grandmother and sister underground, they won’t recognize me.” Over the years, in order to avenge, I have become this unhuman and ghostly appearance, my grandmother is a good person, she has never done anything bad in her life, and she is pampered…”

His voice gradually became as bitter as a smile.

Absolute Saint shook his head with tears: “No, Peng Dalang, you are flesh and blood relatives, even if you become unrecognizable, they will recognize you.”

Peng Yugui’s face lit up: “… Trail chief… You are a kind person, listening to your words, I… I felt much more at ease.

He touched the front flap with difficulty, and who knew that halfway down he was weakly hanging down.

Teng Yuyi moved, “Do you want to take something?”

Peng Yugui nodded gratefully, and the Absolute Saint Detective touched it, felt a deerskin bag, untied the tether, and inside was a key and a box.

The box is flat and long, and three objects are neatly arranged inside, from left to right: a carnelian seal, an emerald bead flower, and a small puppet with a vivid vermilion lacquer.

Peng Yugui gasped, “I already had a premonition in my heart, these things I did would be exposed one day sooner or later, but I didn’t expect it to be so fast… Now… I just want to ask the prince for a favor…”

Teng Yuyi was shocked in his heart, he had just saved the Absolute Saint, even if he wanted to entrust the Absolute Saint on his deathbed, it was more secure to entrust the Absolute Saint, but this person did not know whether he was unwilling to take the favor of the map, or for other reasons, he turned to her.

She looked at the treasures and nodded thoughtfully, “Boss Peng, please say.”

Peng Yugui frowned: “These things are prepared for my grandmother and sister, Tian Yunde because he suspects that I am not dead, every year he will return to Taozhi Ferry to secretly inquire about my whereabouts, I have never officially worshipped my grandmother in order to hide my whereabouts, and now the great revenge has been repaid, I was going to take these things to worship them, this puppet is for Baojiao, the seal is for my grandfather, my aunt did not wear any good jewelry before she died, This emerald bead flower was for the old man…”

He coughed violently, bringing out a mouthful of black blood in his throat. Cheng Bo hurriedly lit up several large holes in his chest, and the Absolute Saint hurriedly wiped Peng Yugui’s blood with his sleeve.

Peng Yugui gasped for a while and slowly eased up.

“My grandmother is buried in the middle of Qiuyang Mountain not far from the Taozhi Ferry, and there is a simple wooden stele erected in front of the grave…” His chest was heaving, and his voice was intermittent, “There are no relatives, the neighbors have long forgotten them, I, the son, cannot show my face, for many years there is not even a worshipper in front of their graves. Tears

were faintly visible in his eyes, and his tone was getting lower and lower.

Huo Qiu couldn’t bear to listen to it any longer, and silently turned his face to the side, Cheng Bo was originally moody and angry, and at this time he couldn’t help but sigh sadly.

“When Baojiao was buried in Xiaohuai Mountain, I pitied her for being lonely and miserable, and I was afraid that I would not find her grave in the future, so I quietly moved her bones out in the first few years and hid them in the backyard of my Luoyang house.” Peng Yugui’s hands trembled, and he laboriously touched the key, “I want to move my sister’s bones back to Yuezhou and let her be buried with my grandmother, and I also want to move my bones back to my hometown after my death, separated for so many years, the family wants to be reunited.” These things should have been arranged by themselves… Now I can only ask the prince. I have a chest in my room, which I can open with this key, and which contains my life savings, which the prince can use at will. Teng Yuyi had mixed

feelings, Peng Yugui only asked her for this reason, Yuezhou is thousands of miles away, not to mention repairing the tomb, just to move the bones of his brother and sister to Yuezhou, it will take a lot of manpower and material resources, which is too difficult for a small Daoist.

She took the key: “I promise you.” Peng Yugui squeezed

out a pale smile: “Prince Wang, to say a presumptuous word, Peng Mou always feels that there are some similarities between you and me, but the prince is different from me in the end – you will have a blessing.” Teng Yuyi’s

eyelashes fluttered, and these words sounded clear and meaningful.

Peng Yugui tried to raise his neck: “Prince Wang, you come with your ears, Peng Mou has something to ask you.”

Huo Qiu saw that Teng Yuyi was about to lean over, and raised his hand to stop: “Gongzi, let the villain come.”

Peng Yugui shook his head weakly: “… Only the prince knew this.

Cheng Bo pulled Huo Qiu away: “No, let the prince listen to himself.” If

Peng Yugui wanted to conspire against niangzi, he would not entrust such important things to niangzi.

“You say.” Teng Yuyi leaned down.

Peng Yugui raised his head with great effort and said in a very small voice, “I know the prince.”I would like to know the origin of that dark weapon.

Teng Yuyi’s mind exploded.

“I can’t tell you who my master is, but I can tell you where this dark weapon came from, you go to a pig iron shop in Xishi called YumiGui to guard it, if you see a pimp named Zhuang Mu and think of him, I got the dark weapon from him back then.”

Teng Yuyi’s heart fluttered, he thought that once Peng Yugui died, the clue was completely hopeless, but he did not expect to suddenly know the source of the dark weapon in such an unexpected way.

No wonder Peng Yugui did not ask for the absolute saint but only for her, and expected that he would grant his request, it turned out that he had already seen that she wanted to inquire about the secret weapon, and he also repaid the favor and prepared the answer she wanted to know.

This person really had a heart of seven tricks, and she was determined to look at Peng Yugui, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

Peng Yugui fell back to the ground weakly, and in order to explain these things, he exerted his last bit of strength. There was originally light in his eyes, but at this time, the light was slowly extinguished, and the black pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, becoming more and more apathetic.

Just at this moment, the footsteps outside the door approached, Lin Chengyou Huoran pushed the door in, his face was full of blood, his clothes were scratched a lot, he looked down and coughed when he entered the door, he was going to say something, he was surprised to see the situation, he rushed to the front and squatted down, wanting to click on Peng Yugui’s several large holes, seeing Peng Yugui’s appearance, the action was unexpected.

“It’s too late.” The holy cannot bear it.

Peng Yugui seemed to be unable to hear the movement around him, he looked at the window sluggishly, his face was a little sad, this window could not see the bright moon, only the blue night and the low-hanging treetops.

“‘Last night I dreamed of the West Window, dreamed of Jiangnan Province’…” His voice was as weak as a puff of light smoke, “This is my grandfather’s favorite poem before he was born, and over the years, as long as I think of the Peach Branch Ferry, the tone of my grandfather’s recitation of this poem rings in my ears, and I often think… If only our family hadn’t gone to pick the lotus that night, maybe… Maybe Peng Dalang will always be that Peng Dalang, I…”

His body trembled, and the last word was drowned in his throat.

The author has something to say: Last night’s West Window Dream, Dream into Jiangnan Province: The original poem is “Last Night’s West Window Dream, Dream into Jingnan Road”, from the Tang Dynasty poet Rong Yu’s “Chang’an Autumn Eve”.

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