He Has To Be Human, Right? !

The wind slapped my ears, and it hurt my face.

"Grandma Six, at the intersection ahead."

"Turn right."

Zuo Huai couldn't help but look up at Ye Ying's face.

Her eyes were closed tightly, the skin around her eyes was abnormally dark red, and blood vessels emerged like spider webs, looking like some terrible totem.

There are lots of marks like this on her body. Those blood vessels were black and still beating slightly.

Zuo Huai had seen this kind of mark on Zuo Yu's body many years ago.

This is not bad, the children who took Zuo Yu to drill the cave have not found the bones yet.

Ye Ying couldn't see anything, and desperately opened her eyes, but she was in excruciating pain.

But she knew it should be dark... because she was sitting by the window, but she didn't feel the heat of the sun falling on her body.

Ye Ying's consciousness was intermittent. Everything around is as false as an illusion, only the touch of the fur in his arms is real.

She had secretly decided that when she saw Huang Xize's original form again, she would have a good time.

But now he was in her arms, her fingers stuck in the silky fur, but she forced herself not to feel his body temperature.

Her whole body was in pain as if she had been skinned, and she fell into a protective coma from time to time. But every time Huisan asked her the route, she would wake up immediately and answer it.

Although Hui San has strength, he has never been to the mountain world. Only she remembers the way to the mountains.

There was a large gap in memory, and she couldn't remember what happened. I only remember that she was dizzy in Huang Xize's arms under the dreadful cloudy atmosphere, and she was already outside the cave when she woke up.

And the first thing the fingertips touch is the soft fur.

"Master Six!"

Zuo Huai's exclamation sounded, Ye Ying grabbed the fur, her heart sank suddenly.

"Ye Ying, you have to go to the hospital..."

"Go to the mountain world!"

Ye Ying's voice was high-pitched, and she tore open her dry throat in a different tone, causing a sharp pain.

Without saying a word, Hui San stuffed her into the car, who was hugging Huang Xize tightly, and drove along the road indicated by her.

Along the way, no one spoke.

Ye Ying's heart was unexpectedly blank, and she didn't have any messy thoughts to sort out the cause and effect.

She just felt broken.

Something, something that has been tied to another person, is slowly breaking apart.

Creaking, she could even hear the sound of it breaking, like a dying rope or a rusted chain.

After an unknown amount of time, Zuo Huai's voice trembled: "Ahead is a cliff..."

"open!"

Hui San remained silent, and slammed on the accelerator.

The car vacated, and the feeling of weightlessness hit.

However, it didn't last long, and soon, the car body sank, and a rustling sound came from the bottom of the wheels.

Not long after, a sudden brake. Hui San said the first sentence other than asking for directions: "Grandma Six, we're here."

The car door was opened, and Ye Ying stumbled out of the car. Supporting her with one hand, he did not forget to turn around and tell Zuo Huai: "Don't follow."

Human beings cannot enter the mountain boundary. Hui San raised his head and saw countless figures standing on the third floor of the Immortal Temple, looking down at them silently.

Without squinting, he walked steadily through the crowd with Ye Ying on his arm.

During the period, several immortal families were ready to move, Hui San glanced over, and they all flinched.

When he reached the third floor, he saw the chair in the field at a glance.

She Luo sat on a chair, with black clothes, black hair, and a snow-white face. He was a black and white poisonous snake, looking over with gloomy eyes.

Ye Ying walked forward silently.

She Luo slowly stood up from the chair and walked towards her.

Hui San's body suddenly exploded with silver-white flames, even his eyes turned silver, looking at him dangerously.

She Luo didn't even give him a look, and walked up to Ye Ying without haste, and successfully blocked her way.

Ye Ying pursed her lips tightly, she clearly knew who was in front of her.

It's a strange feeling, like opening up another sense that I've never used before, like...

A legacy left to her by another.

She Luo lowered her eyes, looked at the golden fur in her arms, and said in a flat tone for a long while: "Huang Xize...he has come to this step after all."

Ye Ying bit her lips tightly, doubts, pain, and despair almost pierced her heart, but she still stubbornly stood where she was, refusing to fall down.

She Luo's eyes moved up, looking at Ye Ying's horrible face: "What are you doing here?"

"I want to see Thirty Thousand Lives, and I want to let him enter the Immortal Temple." Ye Ying replied, her voice trembling imperceptibly.

After a pause, she almost begged: "Please..."

Before she finished speaking, She Luo turned sideways to make way for her.

Following his movements, the fairy family behind him separated like Moses divided the sea.

Ye Ying was very surprised, wanted to say something, but finally just nodded, and limped away with Hui San's support.

After walking a few steps, She Luo's calm voice suddenly came from behind: "You should also know."

"It's useless."

Ye Ying's hands tightened suddenly.

But she didn't answer, just walked forward without stopping.

The door of the fairy temple was pulled open from the inside.

Ye Ying, who had always maintained a cold and rigid posture, burst into tears as soon as she smelled that breath.

She sobbed: "Grandma..."

Thirty thousand years old voice sighed: "Come in."

Hui San used his arms to support Ye Ying across the threshold, and stood silently outside the door.

The gate of the palace closed slowly.

Ye Ying couldn't see the surrounding scene, she held the weasel's chilled body with trembling fingertips, as if she was holding her own broken world.

The bones all over her body hurt as if they had been torn apart, as if the strings that had been tense had been cut, and she fell to her knees after taking two steps.

Ye Ying put Huang Xize on the ground piously, the cold ground made her shiver, so she took off her coat with difficulty and put it under him.

She knelt down on the ground, her forehead resting on the cold ground, choked with sobs: "Please...help him."

"I'm willing to trade my own life for him, please..."

An unbearable whimper overflowed from her throat: "What happened...why did it happen..."

Confusion, despair, helplessness, pain, twisted into a rope, wrapped around the neck, bringing suffocation.

In the dim fairy temple, a dying woman begged and prayed to the **** who had died for thousands of years for her lover.

Tears flowed like a river of stars from the wounded and closed eyes. As she moved, some splashed on the weasel's fur, forming tiny lakes.

God didn't respond.

Ye Ying didn't know when she passed out.

In fact, it was all because of her obsession that she could last two hours to get here.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she finally saw him clearly.

"Weasel?"

She called out with tears in her eyes, but he lay quietly in her arms without any response.

She whimpered for a while, then took out a small knife from her coat pocket, aimed at his front paw, and made a gesture to cut and peel his skin.

But Huang Xize didn't jump up as expected, staring at the two little bean eyes and angrily said: "Hey! I knew you **** had no good intentions!"

He lay quietly in Ye Ying's arms, and Ye Ying looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Ye Ying felt that he moved several times, but each time she found that it was the illusion caused by the wind blowing his fur.

Ye Ying lifted his body and called again: "Huang Xize."

Huang Xize's fur was cold and smooth, and his limp body slipped like water through his fingers.

Ye Ying sobbed silently, and buried her face in his soft fur.

He really died.

In reality, she couldn't accept this fact, but in her dream, she finally admitted it.

Ye Ying choked and dug a hole. She was afraid that it would not be deep enough, that it would be soaked in the rain, or that it would be eaten by other animals, so she kept digging until her ten fingers became numb and lost consciousness, so she carefully removed the hole. He put him at the bottom of the pit.

Afraid that the soil would dirty him, he took off the coat that was on the outside with great effort, wrapped him tightly, and then refilled the soil one by one.

By the time the hole was filled, the sun would be westward.

Ye Ying stood in front of the Weasel's grave, picked up a skinny little flower seedling not far away, and transplanted it on the grave.

When the last handful of soil covered the roots of the flower seedlings, Ye Ying whispered, "I'll come and see you later."

The wind whistled, and ghosts roared and screamed, like the voice of a weasel.

Ye Ying stood quietly, looking down at the flower swaying in the wind—it was sickly, like a weasel that had calmed down.

"gone."

After Ye Ying finished speaking, she left without looking back.

The setting sun is like blood, covering the mountains.

Ye Ying opened her eyes, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Eyes seem to be covered with a layer of gray cloud, still can't see clearly. A hand gently covered her eyes, the fingertips were slightly cool, accompanied by a voice: "Close your eyes."

Ye Ying was silent.

Hu Fengyao paused, and said, "I warned you."

"Human beings who are 'fate stars' have never had a good end."

Ye Ying instantly remembered the Songru she saw in Huang Xize's memory, and the **** young fox fairy.

Hui Si said that Hu Fengyao had someone's life in his hands, and that's probably what he was talking about.

There was silence in the ward, and Ye Ying finally opened her mouth after a while.

Her voice was obscure, like a dead tree that had lost its life: "I'd rather trade him if I didn't end well."

Ye Ying felt empty in her heart.

It was as if two people were pulling the two ends of a rope before, but now one person withdrew his hand, and she got the whole rope, at a loss.

"What the **** happened? I don't remember anything."

As Ye Ying spoke, tears rolled down again: "Why did this happen?"

Everything happened suddenly, one second she was still soaking up the warmth in his arms, and the next second he died by her arms.

What happened in the fault of memory?

Ye Ying's heart was caught off guard and was pierced by this sudden attack. The brain seemed to be unresponsive, and it was so numb until now that it didn't realize the pain of the branches and vines.

Hu Fengyao didn't speak anymore, he didn't know how to answer.

After a while, he stood up and said, "Don't go to the mountain world again."

"You have... nothing to do with the Xian family, Ye Ying. Don't get involved here again."

There was a rare warmth in Hu Fengyao's tone, and he didn't know if he was talking to her, or through her, looking at an old friend who had been dead for hundreds of years.

"This is the best ending for you."

Ye Ying didn't answer him, and Hu Fengyao didn't say anything, got up and left.

The door opened, he walked out, and walked in with another person's footsteps.

Ye Ying was silent for a while, then said: "The Xian family has nothing to do with me, why do you want to come back?"

Hui San came to the bed and sat down as a matter of course: "I'm not a fairy, I'm an employee."

After a pause, he said: "I am currently injured at work. According to the Labor Law, those who are injured at work and confirmed to be incapacitated or partially incapable of working shall not be terminated from the labor contract."

Ye Ying: "..."

You came here to teach me?