Chapter 028 You Are Watching, Right, Jiang Bai (Second Update)

When the words "I give up" sounded, the cicadas chirped again by the river.

The cicadas cried sadly, a cold wind blew, and the sea of ​​fire disappeared instantly. Jiang Bai and Wei Junjie also saw a flash in front of their eyes, and they actually returned to the original place.

However, the scene at this moment has changed.

The previous pile of rocks has now turned into countless skeletons. They are not rocks, but bones!

The river water has dried up, leaving only a small pool, which is as black as oil and exudes a strong smell of blood.

There is only a rotten wood lying across the dock.

The air is filled with a foul smell. Jiang Bai covered his nose and walked forward, looking down at the rotten wood.

"Is it a poplar tree?"

The rotten wood is covered with scars, but those are old wounds, except for a burn mark at the bottom.

Jiang Bai didn't waste words,

"Tell me everything you know, I will consider keeping you alive, this is my promise, in the name of the cicadas."

When Jiang Bai said "in the name of the cicadas", the cicadas seemed to be a little louder.

There was a sound like a saw being pulled from under Yang Shu, weak and painful.

"What do you want to know?"

Jiang Bai had a lamp in his hand and spoke faintly, "Let's start with you. Who are you?"

"Who am I..."

Yang Shu seemed to be lost in memories. She didn't understand why she was like this.

[Zoomai Lantern]

The painter's death was closely related to the Zoomai Lantern. To be precise, he died from this blow.

Jiang Bai used the painter's fox fur to make this lantern, which naturally had a new effect and could assist in activating the [Zoomai Lantern].

People often say that it takes ten years to grow a tree, and a hundred years to cultivate a person.

This sentence has a new explanation in the fourth mysterious tide.

Trees over a hundred years old will open their spiritual wisdom for various reasons in the mysterious tide, more like... ghosts?

Jiang Bai guessed correctly that she was indeed related to Yang Mama of Sansheng Inn.

Few people know that Yang Mama's surname is not Yang.

To be precise, her name is Bai Yang, and she is Yang Mama's 'past body'.

It was originally a poplar tree, and the longest lifespan of this kind of tree is only fifty or sixty years.

Moreover, most poplar trees will be cut down after growing to ten years, and it is less than ten years old.

Logically speaking, anyone may become a ghost in the fourth mysterious tide, but it is not possible.

It stood by the river, watching the sunrise and sunset, feeling the changes in the mountains and rivers, waiting for the punishment of fate.

Until one day.

Its story began from that day.

The stars hang in the sky, and someone comes to the riverside, which is a farewell and a farewell forever.

Some people are about to go to the battlefield outside the sky and never return.

Everyone knows what is going to happen, they are not afraid, and even have some expectations.

However, before leaving, there are some things to do.

So, they naturally prepared the best wine, which can make even strong people like them drunk.

There are many people drinking, and the banquet is also very lively.

Among them is a person named Han Chan.

Han Chan doesn't like to talk much. Most of the time he is drinking and he will always be vigilant to look around. He is not like a drinker, but more like a security guard.

But Han Chan is not another protagonist of Bai Yang's story.

The other protagonist is a man who loves to recite poems and write couplets.

Although he said he was reciting poems, he could not write poems at all, but only recited them.

Even if he was reciting stories, the scope did not exceed nine years of compulsory education plus high school. It seemed that the peak of life's wisdom was left at that moment.

The man got drunk and started to recite poems, but he was still not satisfied and even took out a brush.

He wrote poems on the boat, on the shore, drunkenly hugged the poplar and vomited, and continued to write poems after vomiting.

He wrote all ancient poems.

Before vomiting, he had already written "Han Chan is sad, facing the long pavilion late..."

So he wrote on the poplar tree,

"Yangliu bank, morning wind and waning moon..."

When he finished his last stroke.

She came alive.

The existence that can appear at this farewell banquet has exceeded the understanding of the world, and there are many existences that are comparable to gods.

However, in this era, even the strongest people will have their own helplessness.

It's just a poem that happens to be in line with the scene, so Bai Yang has a mind.

That was the first time that Bai Yang was enlightened and opened her eyes to see the world.

Everything was so new to her, the sky, the earth, the river, the people...

Wait, what is this person doing?

Bai Yang looked at the man in front of her curiously.

The man was drunk, and he supported himself on the tree with both hands, his head down, his face flushed, and he felt his stomach churning and the world spinning.

So...

"Ugh——"

....

The revolving pictures seemed to have a taste.

Jiang Bai fell into silence.

He had anticipated various possibilities, but he had never thought of this.

Mother Yang was not a human from the beginning.

Bai Yang was able to become a ghost just because of a poem from the other party?

The night was too dark, and the man also lowered his head. Jiang Bai could not see his appearance clearly, but Jiang Bai was sure that the man was not himself.

Where did Bai Yang come from? This question was solved.

Jiang Bai asked the second question,

"What happened next?"

Since he had regained his consciousness, his later memories should be clearer.

Jiang Bai didn't know the background of this banquet, but he knew very well the atmosphere and what was about to happen.

It was definitely not a good thing.

The bones on the ground were the best proof.

Even though he felt a little sad, Jiang Bai still wanted to find the truth.

As he spoke, Jiang Bai raised the lantern a little higher, and the flame in the lantern flickered.

Listening to Jiang Bai's question, Bai Yang fell silent, and pictures began to appear in his mind again, a little strange, but it seemed reasonable...

What happened next?

Bai Yang regained consciousness, heard more words, and saw more people.

However, the strength of this group of people was a little too terrifying, even in memory, their appearance was mostly vague.

Occasionally, there were a few faces, even if they were not human skin masks, they were strangers to Jiang Bai, and there was no impression of them.

There was another possibility, it was precisely because they were strangers to Jiang Bai that Jiang Bai could see them.

No matter how good the banquet was, there would be a moment of disbanding.

Sobering up, like being sober in life, is often a matter of a moment.

Enough farewell words have been said, words to say, tears to shed, things to do...

There was only one last thing left.

Pillars of light shot up into the sky, and figures rushed out of the sky one after another.

One after another.

No hesitation.

The light beams disappeared one after another, and only a lonely figure was left at the banquet.

If everyone was going to the outer battlefield, then there was no need for them to say goodbye.

The people who stayed behind were the real protagonists of this banquet, and they said goodbye to everyone.

In Bai Yang's memory, Jiang Bai saw that person - himself.

'Jiang Bai' walked to the Bai Yang tree, looked at the Bai Yang tree, opened his mouth, and said something inexplicable that Bai Yang could not understand.

He said,

"You are looking, right?"