Chapter 494

"No, no!"

Mo Qingge desperately shakes his head, cries out, desperately wants to grasp his hand, but only grabs a group of empty light and shadow.

In the end, the seven spirits and six spirits all dissipated, and the flying feathers floated in the air. Finally, they turned into a series of illusory bubbles.

She raised her eyes, and there was still a trace of warmth in her fingertips.

It's his afterglow.

However, he was not there.

With a silly smile, she stood in the same place, with tears on her cheek.

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang!"

Hysterical crying, resounding through the sky.

The dark sky adds a touch of desolation.

Darkness, grief, a moment of mind.

She felt that the sky was falling, and she could only watch it disappear, but she could do nothing.

"Ah --"

In the dark, Mo Qingge seems to have lost his mind. Day and night are almost indistinguishable.

"Qingge, Qingge, where are you going?"

As if she could not hear any sound or see anyone, she got up and left the place, rushed out of the ghost hall and searched around aimlessly to find a trace of hope.

Only vaguely aware, a faint breath of the ghost.

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang!"

Along the way, she kept calling her sweetheart's name. She was only frightened and helpless, only desolate and desolate.

Her dream came true after all.

Even if it's just a wisp of ghost, she will find it!

Feeling that the ghost is getting closer and closer, Mo Qingge tries to catch up.

Stepping into the withered and dilapidated wilderness, the faint breath of the ghost disappeared in an instant.

Just like a glimmer of hope just ignited, it dissipated in a twinkling of an eye.

Mo Qingge's pace gradually slowed down. Suddenly he tripped and fell to the ground.

Lost in tears, a surge: "Uncle Huang, you do not go, do not let the song can not find you, OK?"

The heart, it's killing me.

The original heart, is such a feeling ah.

She curled up her finger bones tightly and cried bitterly. Her long nails were embedded in the flesh, and blood flowed out of her palms.

Uncle Huang once said that he was the one he put on the top of his heart.

But for her, uncle Huang is also light.

Now, her light is dim, even if let her continue to live, it is no different from a walking corpse.

She's still alive. What's the point?

"Song er..."

When I was in despair, a gentle voice came from behind, like a spring breeze.

Mo Qingge was stunned and turned around in amazement: "Uncle Huang, is that you?"

Looking back, I saw a white ghost floating in the air, watching her for a moment.

Deep ink eyes, full of tenderness.

"Uncle Huang." Mo Qingge was surprised and approached a little.

She slowly stretched out her hand to hold the person in front of her, but her finger bone penetrated through the ghost and couldn't touch it.

Inexplicable sad, hair trigger.

"Song, don't be sad." He said softly.

"Uncle Huang." Mo Qingge bit his lower lip and said, "tell Ge'er, what can I do to save you?"

"Are you going to save me?" He asked.

Mo Qingge nodded sincerely: "as long as I can save you, Ge'er is willing to do anything. Uncle Huang, tell me what Ge'er can do for you!"

Gu Mian Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "Song Er, I'll give you my life. Your blood can gather my soul again!"

Mo Qingge's heart "clattered" for a moment. For a moment, he felt that his tone was not right.

On weekdays, uncle Huang would not talk to her like this.

But she was eager to save people, and she couldn't manage so much: "really? With my blood, I can gather my soul for you? "

"Well."

"Good!"

As long as you can save uncle Huang's life, even if you want her to pay for it, she is also duty bound.

So Mo Qingge took out the dagger from his sleeve and made a cut on his wrist.

Dripping blood, along the wound outflow.

She bit her lower lip and felt that the blood flow was too slow. She scratched the wound again.

Wheezing——

The blood vessel ruptured and the blood flowed down.

"Uncle Huang, is that ok?" She asked eagerly.

"No way." Floating in the air of the ghost, seriously replied, "song, you need to open the heart, blood from the heart!"

The heart needs to be cut open and blood taken from it.

She didn't see it. In Gu's ink look, there was a strange black belly.

"Good."

Mo Qingge didn't dare to doubt his words any more. He raised his dagger and stabbed his heart.

"Song, no!"

Suddenly, at the moment when the dagger pointed to the heart, an urgent voice stopped her.

Mo Qingge Leng Leng, dagger hanging in the air, face a little surprised and dull.

This is... Uncle Huang's voice?

The next second, Gu Mian's ink flashed quickly behind her and grabbed her wrist holding the dagger.

"Uncle Huang?" Mo Qingge is at a loss.

How come there's another uncle?

"Ge'er, it's a dream. It's a fake. Don't do anything stupid. Put down the dagger quickly!" Gu Mian Mo holds her little hand and says in fear.

When he saw that Ge'er had been sleeping in a dream all the time, his face was pale, and he kept whispering. It seemed that his feet were deep in mud. He was really worried, so he went straight into Ge'er's dream.

Fortunately, he came in time.

One second later, Ge'er is about to fall into a dream and be forced to kill herself.

It's also the most terrifying part of fantasy.

Before you know it, you can let the dreamer fall into it. You can't tell the dream from the reality. In the end, you kill yourself!

"Dreams?" When he said that, Mo Qingge was even more confused.

She looked at the ink of the quilt, and then at the ghost floating in front of her eyes. She didn't understand what the situation was.

Which is the real uncle?

"Song." The ghost spoke, "don't believe him. He is a phantom. Save uncle Huang, save me! Do you have the heart to see Uncle Huang go away? "

The tone of hope is a little lost.

"Uncle Huang..." when Mo Qingge saw the situation, he was immediately softened, "Ge'er is coming to save you!"

After that, the sharp dagger waved again.

"Song Gu mianmo hugged her and said in a soft voice, "Ge'er, wake up, don't be confused by the dream, you will die!"

The ghost is also talking: "Ge'er, he is the dream. If you don't kill him, uncle Huang will be in chaos forever and will never see you again. Kill him, kill him!"

Two same voices, constantly entangled in her mind, reverberated, instantly confused her thoughts.

Which voice is real.

Who should she listen to? Who should she listen to?

"Song." The ghost became more and more pale. "Uncle Huang can't hold on any longer. If you don't kill him again, I will return to chaos and no longer exist..."

"Kill him, kill him

"Stop talking, stop talking!" Mo Qingge shakes her head and nearly collapses. The fierce Xuanli pours into the dagger, and her blood red eyes show a trace of Su Sha.

The sharp weapon aimed at Gu mianmo's face, and the intention of killing suddenly came into being.

"I'll kill you!"