Chapter 68

[Translator]: Adrastus Translations [Editor]: xue er

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For the first time, the high hanging wedding candles were extinguished. The red cloth was torn down, and the word ‘happiness’ was torn clean. The spacious hall was cold and empty.

There was only an oil lamp at the end of the long corridor. The light was like a firefly, swaying in the cold wind. It was in danger.

The cold wind passed through the hall. The thin gauze covering the window frame was torn open, revealing the boundless night outside. The dream really didn’t follow common sense. One second it was a bright morning, and the next it was a dark moon and a strong wind. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the stars were falling.

“Where’s Xie Heng?” Xie Ziyou asked anxiously.

He impatiently looked around, his five fingers clenched tight, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his palms.

The nameless flower was able to transform the injuries in his dream into reality. In the illusion, the knife was fierce and deep. Xie Ziyou saw blood gushing out like flowing water, dying his brown brocade robe in an even darker and gloomier black color, like a large blob of ink.

But before Xie Ziyou could rush up, the scene suddenly changed.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing on this long, dim corridor.

Both sides extended into the darkness, and he couldn’t see the end.

The heavy wind whistled. Xie Ziyou’s vision blurred. The next moment, a slender figure gradually appeared at the end of the long corridor.

His facial features were exquisite, his face was handsome, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were glistening. Even under the weak candlelight, it was still difficult to hide the light.

It was the illusion “Xie Ziyou”.

The illusion was holding a person in its hand.

Rather than saying that he was dressed in black, it was more accurate to say that he was a blurry shadow. His head was like a big egg, and he wore a mask over his face, which was also obscured by the shadow of the vermilion railing, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

The illusion “Xie Ziyou” was very close to him. He leaned sideways on the shoulder of the black-clothed man, his posture was lazy, and his eyes were full of love.

“I never liked you,” the illusion said softly, his voice was sweet, but his tone was merciless. “I got close to you, just to make use of you. It was all a lie.”

With that, “Xie Ziyou” chuckled softly, raising his hand and gently brushing his lips.

His fingernails were thin, and his fingertips were dyed red, as beautiful as blood.

… It was like a low-level demonized version of the Wang family, Wang Ziyou Yun.

“You are just a substitute that I found,” the illusion said with a smile. “You are only slightly similar to my lover, that’s all. Now that the true master has returned, your fake … … is also useless. ”

Xie Ziyou abruptly turned and followed the illusion’s gaze.

A few meters away, Xie Heng had a silver knife stuck in his waist, half kneeling on the ground.

The knife’s edge was deeply embedded, and only the hilt could be seen. Thick blood slowly flowed out from the exquisite carvings on the hilt. Drop by drop, it splashed onto the ground, creating a beautiful flower of blood.

Xie Heng’s face was pale, and he raised his head.

Blood flowed out from his teeth from his bite. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and was ruthlessly wiped away, wiping away a large patch of scarlet.

The youth propped himself up on his elbow, and blood seeped out from the corner of his eyes.

He said fiercely, “You married me, was it all a lie?”

The illusion casually said, “What else?”

“… … But I’m sincere to you.”

The grey air of despair, sliver by sliver, permeated Xie Heng’s eyes. Sorrow and hatred supported him, causing the youth to move his heavily injured body. Every step he took left a bloody footprint, leaving a clear mark on the bluestone ground.

“I’m sincere to you.” He repeated in a low voice, almost helpless. He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, “How am I not as good as him?”

“Just this — — Guan Heng?!”

The two words “Guan Heng” entered Xie Ziyou’s ears, causing him to almost tremble.

What was going on?

Xie Ziyou turned his head, his eyes wide open.

Not far away, following Xie Heng’s scolding, the black-clothed man slowly lifted his hand and lifted his mask.

Revealing a face without any facial features.

Even though there were no facial features, where the eyes should have been, there were two big words written, “Guan” on the left and “Heng” on the right. The big red words were clearly engraved on the egg.

It was like a silent mockery.

And Guan Heng’s egg wasn’t just a background piece, he was an egg with a part in it.

The black figure opened his mouth and said coldly to Xie Heng, “It doesn’t matter if I’m better or worse than you, what’s the point?”

He tilted his head slightly and grabbed the hand of the illusion Xie Ziyou. The two intertwined their fingers, looking at each other lovingly, a look of deep affection.

“As long as You You loves me, I’m the best.” The black figure said, “Just give up.”

As if struck by a heavy hammer, Xie Heng staggered a few steps, his face ashen.

Xie Ziyou couldn’t listen any longer.

He rushed forward with all his might. Just at this moment, the formless force in the dream that was blocking him disappeared. The youth dashed forward like an arrow, almost unable to stop the car and collided with Xie Heng.

Just as he was about to stop, Xie Ziyou grabbed Xie Heng’s collar and scolded, “Idiot, wake up! It’s all fake!”

Xie Heng was pulled back by him and lowered his head in a daze, his eyes slightly dazed.

“Open your eyes and take a good look! I’m Xie Ziyou, the one over there is a fake!” Xie Ziyou’s long and narrow eyebrows slanted as he glared at Xie Ziyou’s beautiful peach blossom eyes and said fiercely, “You better wake up! Look at that guy over there — — coquettish and feminine, ugly to the point of exploding. Is this the image I have in your heart?”

Xie Heng was stunned for a moment before his eyes gradually returned to his senses.

He reached out his trembling hand and touched Xie Ziyou’s temples, caressing the youth’s rippling peach blossom eyes, as if he was trying to distinguish the real from the fake through the temperature of his palm.

The phantom at the end of the long corridor suddenly flicked his sleeves and sneered.

“How sad,” he said.

The voice was Xie Ziyou’s clear voice, the tone of his voice imitated Xie Ziyou’s disdainful tone. His posture and expression were exactly the same as Xie Ziyou’s, arrogant.

The phantom put his hands behind his back and sighed: “Xie Heng, you can’t bear the reality, you actually thought of an illusion to comfort yourself, I really feel sad for you.”

“Grief is real, joy is fake; pain is real, being unharmed is fake; betrayal is real, being together is fake.”

His tone gradually sharpened, the sharpness threatening. After pausing for a moment, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted: “Everything in the world is like this — — Xie Heng, you really can’t distinguish?”

Like a yellow bell, solemn and solemn.

It was clearly a long corridor that extended in all directions, but the echoes continued to ring out. In an instant, there were shouts from all directions, the pale white curtain fluttered in the wind, the night wind was mournful, and the sound of muffled thunder came from afar.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and helped Xie Heng up, but he felt that the arm of the youth on his shoulder was slightly stiff.

Damn, this bastard wouldn’t have believed him, would he?

This world hadn’t officially established a relationship yet, why did he feel that Xie Heng’s IQ had already dropped?

“You, come here!” Xie Ziyou slightly tiptoed, hooked his arm around Xie Heng’s neck, and pressed down on the youth’s broad shoulder. He angrily raised his head and kissed Xie Heng’s lips.

He kissed Xie Heng urgently and forcefully, leaving a watermark at the corner of his lips. The sound of the kiss was loud and clear, echoing in the empty corridor.

Xie Heng’s black eyes slightly widened, stunned for a few seconds. He slowly raised his right hand, the tip of his index finger touching his lips — — there was a faint trace of warm and moist steam.

Xie Ziyou’s ears were red, the back of his hand quickly brushing his lips.

After wiping away the water stains, he once again grabbed Xie Heng’s wrist, and half forced himself to pull Xie Heng’s palm apart. Pulling the youth’s fair and well-defined hand, he pressed it against the side of his face.

“Did you touch it?” Xie Ziyou said fiercely, “It’s hot.”

Xie Heng’s fingertips trembled.

His fingers were long and slender, his palm touching Xie Ziyou’s delicate cheek skin, his fingertips just happened to reach Xie Ziyou’s jade-like white earlobe.

Small, soft, a thin red color seeped out from deep, like the color of rouge on porcelain glaze. The slightly hot temperature was abnormally distinct, following the nerves and veins on his fingertips back to the tip of his heart, almost burning his chest.

Xie Ziyou’s face and ears were red, he grabbed Xie Heng’s hand and slid down his cheek, neck, and finally pressed it against his own heart.

“You’re so stupid,” he scolded angrily, “Aren’t your ears very sharp? Listen carefully, it’s jumping and moving inside, it’s alive! ”

“I’m the real Xie Ziyou, I like you!”

Xie Heng’s heart trembled!

A large area of fog surged in his eyes, like a surging wave, a vast sea of clouds.

The fog was impacted, violently vibrating in the youth’s eyes, as if something was struggling to break free from its shackles, ready to come out — —

The phantom suddenly let out a loud snort.

“Too clumsy,” he said coldly.

The black shadow walked with him, slowly walking forward. The phantom raised his hand and pointed at Xie Ziyou, his voice as cold as ice. “He likes you? You’re just lying to yourself like this? ”

Xie Ziyou was enraged at the sight of this impostor. He said angrily, “I just like you, it’s none of your business.”

“Everything has its cause and effect.” The phantom ignored the angry Xie Ziyou and stared fixedly at Xie Heng, softly saying, “If he really likes you, why would he want to peel off your sword bones?”

“… … I was deceived by someone!”

The phantom sneered, “You’re deceived by someone. Xie Heng, ask yourself, how trustworthy are these words? ”

“… … Fine, even if I took the sword bones, I’m regretting it now, can’t I? Can’t the prodigal son turn back? ”

The phantom said, “Is the prodigal son turning back, or do you have ulterior motives?”

“What do I want?” Xie Ziyou was practically bursting with anger. He grabbed Xie Heng’s collar and shook it vigorously. “The sword bones are in my hands, and you’ve been chased out of the Xie family. What else can I want from you?”

“Who knows?” The phantom chuckled, “Maybe … … Xuan Ling Sect?”

Xie Ziyou: … …

F * * k!

Is this phantom suffering from delusions of being persecuted?

What made Xie Ziyou even more angry was that after listening to the phantom’s words, Xie Heng’s eyes began to sway. The mist in his eyes once again gained the upper hand, and his eyes gradually returned to their previous empty and lifeless state.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and thought, I’ve already used my ultimate move, and this person still doesn’t believe me?

Is it an absurd thing to be liked by me?

Do you dare to be a little more confident in yourself!

The phantom laughed loudly.

The eerie laughter drifted through the vast night. The long corridor was dark, the candles on both sides were weak and almost extinguished. Smoke curled up, and the curtains and gauze fluttered in the air. It was like a white silk, hazy and distant.

The bloodstain on Xie Heng’s waist was still expanding. The deep black color was shocking.

Xie Ziyou’s nose smelled the pungent smell of blood, and his heart became more and more anxious.

He gritted his teeth fiercely. He thought to himself that he didn’t care, he should treat a dead horse like a living horse. So he grabbed Xie Heng’s sleeve and pulled down the youth’s waist. He took a deep breath and yelled in Xie Heng’s ear, “Xie Heng, the matter of you using the sword bones to peep has been exposed!”

“Xie Ziyou is here, he’s going to skin you alive!”

Xie Heng’s entire body trembled!

In an instant, there was a bright light that appeared from the depths of the youth’s eyes. It easily broke through the mist, and the scorching sun leaped up the high slope.