Chapter 142 Goodbye

In a trance, I suddenly felt something squirming. I don't know what it is, squirming like a maggot in the distance.

"Xiao Qin, you have also come this far. I have been waiting for you for a long time." The slightly hoarse voice approached slowly, gradually revealing a familiar outline.

Jiang Yao, my friend, is that you?

"It's me. I've been waiting for your arrival. It's not until today that I finally have a chance!" As if a thin veil was uncovered, the blurred face became clear, revealing the face that should have been silenced under the ice of Jinghu Lake forever. The peaceful look was slightly distorted by excitement. It came to Qin Yan all the time. His eyes looked at each other, and the expression of indignation and excitement stirred in his eyes. "I should have been rotten and return to nature. It's you. It was you who ruined my chance to be reincarnated and made me unable to live. I became a lonely ghost and can only wander in the Mirror Lake forever. But you quickly forgot me and enjoyed the fun of the world. You said, how can I be willing and give up?"

Qin Yan's mind was numb and dizzy. In a daze, he reluctantly mobilized his stiff thinking. After thinking for a long time, he organized his language and replied, "Your current end is basically self-inflicted. I treat you like a brother-law, just like the closest brother. You share blessings and difficulties. Have you ever done anything right? It's about you. It's you who betrayed me. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died by your sword. All this is clear-reason, and what face do you have to scold me?

Jiang Yao snorted coldly, and his face became blurred again because of excitement, as if it were just a shaking shadow: "Don't talk about these useless truths. Since ancient times, the winner and the loser Kou, you were lucky to win once, but it is not equivalent to saying that God is on your side. Eight years, I have been waiting for eight years for today's opportunity. Your luck has come to an end. This time, God will finally take care of me! After today, everything you have will belong to me, your body, your strength, and even your soul..."

In a muddle, Qin Yan sensed a far-reaching metaphor in his words. When he talked a lot, he reacted and asked, "What, can you inherit my body and resurrect after I die?"

"Not bad!" Jiang Yao made a sharp laugh, and even the countless black fog ghosts behind him twisted and became closer.

"Are you afraid? Do you regret it? You think you can control your fate, but you don't know that your fate has long fallen into other people's calculations. Have you ever thought that there will be a day to face everything you think is secret! Are you scared? Trembling! You can choose to shout, so as to bring me the greatest happiness! Call it! Have you been scared? Why don't you call it?"

Qin Yan looked at him in amazedly. His face was twisted and twitched with anxiety, his muscles were entangled, and even exposed the ferocious skeleton bracket under the flesh and blood, and a claw like a ghost beast had been pinched around his neck. The body has long lost consciousness, but he just knows that as long as Jiang Yao works hard, his short life will always be silent in this darkness, and there will be no more time to live.

But Jiang Yao did not do it for a long time, and there was even a trace of tension in his words. If Qin Yan's five senses had not exceeded the extreme, he would certainly not have noticed this.

At this moment, Qin Yan only has the last point of Qingming in the spiritual platform. If the remaining power is mobilized to fight to the death, there may not be no chance to turn defeat into victory. After all, Jiang Yao eight years ago is too far from himself today...

However, due to some kind of vigilance, he did not dare to make any resistance. Even if the body and mind are already overwhelmed, there is still a voice in his heart that keeps repeating, so that he can't do it, otherwise something more terrible than death will happen.

Occasionally, when you raise your eyes, you can see a pair of ghosts in the dark, staring at him from afar, as if to swallow him alive. But like Jiang Yao, they were afraid of some inexplicable power and dared not jump up. They could only shrink behind Jiang Yao, keep opening their teeth and claws, making sharp and sad calls.

Qin Yan was stunned for a long time, and it seemed that even his consciousness would dissipate in the emptiness. It was not until Jiang Yao scolded again that he came to his senses and tried to open his eyes to reach the extreme to look at every muscle ** under the other party's ferocious face. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "Xiaojiang, what do you want to tell me?"

"Don't call me Xiaojiang!" Jiang Yao's face was distorted by anger, and he opened his muscular blood basin and roared, "What do I want to tell you? I want you to die slowly after experiencing the most painful torture as compensation for these eight years! I hate it so much! Heaven is unfair, why did you choose? Obviously, my qualifications and wisdom are not inferior to yours, but he gave you the opportunity because I took the lead in my delusions! But I really don't want to. If he chose me that time, I would definitely do better than you! I don't lack strength, heart and means. The position of the chief disciple is obviously in my bag, but just because of your good luck, you have destroyed everything I have! On what basis? What do you think?

Qin Yan thought about the information in his words with the remaining will and said indifferently, "Why are you so angry? Didn't God stand on your side this time?"

"Bah!" Jiang Yao spit out a mouthful of pus phlegm containing blood clots and sprayed it directly on Qin Yan's face. The smell made his nose tingle, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. "You are not qualified to talk shamelessly at all! Do you know how I have spent the past few years? I hate you all the time! I hate that you get the favor of God, and I hate that you don't know how to cherish it. If you are in danger, you will fall into the mouth of a group of evil spirits, and you don't know how to die! As a winner eight years ago, I came to such a miserable end, which is what I hate most! You don't deserve to stab that sword at all!"

Being stimulated by his blood phlegm, Qin Yan woke up a little, and the paste-like chaos in his brain seemed to have precipitated a lot, and even the vision in the dark became clearer. The shapes of countless demons and monsters were reflected in his pupils, breaking the shackles of memory, and gradually restoring the cost to its appearance:

Liu Qing, Blood Robber, Hua Jun, Ma Donghao, Mr. Wu Tong, Black Sun Bat, Chu Qian, and countless unknown gangsters, many of them, are all wronged souls killed by my own hands. They have been following me until today, and finally waiting for the opportunity...

Unconsciously, I have killed so many people. A bloody butcher like me has fallen to this point, and God is not blind. This time, you probably can't escape...

'So--' Qin Yan suddenly lowered his eyes, stared at Jiang Yao's right hand that grabbed his neck, and said in a low voice, "Xiaojiang, this time I admit defeat. It's better to take advantage of others than to take advantage of others. I give my body to you, and with your wisdom, you can definitely do better than me. As compensation for that sword, I won't complain. You, do it!"