The villain is a fuzzy [Transmigration Book]

Horrified, confused... nothing can describe his mood at this moment.

Mu Lin knelt beside Wuming, with his head down, his eyes wide open.His face was blank, and cold sweat kept oozing out, soaking his temple hair and dripping down his cheeks.

"pat-"

Sweat dripped on Nameless's skirt, mixing with his blood.

The shoulders shook violently.With a muffled bang, Mu Lin suddenly raised his head and slammed his fist on the ground: "What's going on?!"

"Senior... I want to kill Nightmare!! Why is it you?!"

That punch used [-]% of its strength, and it hurts just to hear the sound.The flesh on the back of the hand was worn away, bleeding instantly.But Mu Lin couldn't feel the pain, he just stared at Wuming, and murmured: "Why...why..."

"How could it be you..."

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, Wuming turned his head to look at Mu Lin, and said slowly, "A Lin... I'm sorry."

"Sorry...for lying to you for so long."

Blood gushes out from the big hole in the heart like a spring, and the white clothes are stained with dust, turning into a messy black red.His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, but his lips were dazzled and shockingly red because of the blood.

"Lied to me? What did you lie to me? Why are you sorry to me?!" Mu Lin broke down, "Are you a nightmare? Are you my enemy?!"

"Then why did you save me from the Seven Killing Formation? Why did you teach me swordsmanship?!" Mu Lin roared, "Speak up! What the hell is going on!!!"

Mu Wuqing is not much better than Mu Lin.As if he couldn't hear Mu Lin's questioning and roaring, his face was frosty, without saying a word, he stared at the sword wound on Wuming's chest, and pressed his right wrist to send him spiritual power.

But the speed of spiritual energy inflow was far slower than the speed of loss, Wuming's aura became weaker and weaker, and Mu Wuqing's face became paler and paler.

The rest of the people were even more stunned by the accident, and they were stunned and did not dare to go forward.Only Yi Shu gently looked away, unable to bear to look any further.

While Mu Wuqing was absent-minded and Mu Lin was in a state of confusion, Xu Feng broke through the mustard with all his strength, staggered, and knelt beside Mu Lin.

"A Lin! Sword Master!"

"Senior..." Xu Feng held the fairy sword transformed from a demon bone with one hand, handed it to Wuming, and said in a choked voice, "Why is the Peach Blossom Flowing Water Sword on Nightmare?"

Mu Lin and Xu Feng are very familiar with this sword - on the mountain road, in the rainstorm, he once wore a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, and broke through all demons with one sword; Pull them out of the nightmare; in the dream of Taoyuan, he used this sword to pick up the wine jar and smash the peach blossoms in the sky...

After Wuming said goodbye, Mu Lin stared at the Shuiyue mirror countless times, saw the phantom sword dancing, recalled the sword skills taught by Wuming, and firmly engraved the three figures under the peach blossom tree in his heart.

Such a sword, such a person, how could he be a Nightmare?

"Senior, you are the one who slaughtered the demons on the mountain road, you were the one who rescued us from the Seven Killing Formation, you were the one who stole the dream and gave it to Ah Lin, and you were the one who taught him swordsmanship..." Xu Feng looked at Wuming fixedly, " I never believe that you are a bad person! You are possessed by it, right? You are forced to do so, right?!"

He should have noticed something was wrong!But the hatred for the Nightmare made him unable to think deeply. It wasn't until the previous moment that the Nightmare said "Sorry" to him in the cave, pulled out his ribs from his body, and turned the devil's bone into a sword. Xu Feng didn't realize that something was wrong!

It's a pity it's too late.

"Give me a blood curse, in fact, to help me return to my soul, to scare me deliberately, to cover up your identity..." Following this line of thought, the more you think about it, the more frightened you become, and the more you think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Xu Feng seems to have something in his throat. After bleeding, he said with difficulty, "Senior, did you deliberately expose your whereabouts and let us track you down here just to seek death?!"

After hearing Xu Feng's words, Wuming was silent for a long time.

"It's not called Peach Blossom and Flowing Water Sword," the voice changed abruptly, Wuming looked at Xu Feng, showing a very light smile, "I said... the name of this sword is Fusheng."

Mu Lin trembled all over.

Wuming looked up at the sky, his eyes were out of focus, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Floating life is a big dream, how about joy. To me, these years are just a nightmare, and now, the dream is finally awakened."

"On the mountain road, you saw me slaughtering a group of demons, but I was the one who attracted the monsters to slaughter the village... You only think that I broke the seven-killing formation, but you don't know that it was me who set up the magic formation..."

"The days I was trapped in it's body are far longer than you imagined, so long that I can't remember it." Wuming said, "I should have died in the exorcism, but I was parasitized by the nightmare and locked my soul I am integrated with him but suppress each other, his sin is my sin, I can't kill it, I can only do this."

"18 years... I waited for 18 years before I found its true body, and I asked for a combination of four swords." The nameless gaze swept across the dull crowd and landed on Mu Lin, "Mountain road, magic formation, breaking the abyss, Wuji Immortal Society, when I was devoured, I could only watch myself make an irreversible mistake."

"Nightmare is one with my life, and the only way to atone is to kill it completely. And death is my only relief." Wuming said softly, "Ah Lin, I hope you don't blame me for everything before..."

At some point, tears filled Mu Lin's face.He cried silently, and Xu Feng was by his side, holding his hand, holding back his sobs.

When Wuming said these words, his voice was steady, and his expression was even calm.Xu Feng recalled more details——

It is the rainy night drenched coir raincoat and bamboo hat, it is the white light that guides them in the seven kills formation, it is the mocking laughter when they mention fatalism, it is the dark back that turns and sinks after witnessing their departure...

The details that he had neglected became clear little by little, and Xu Feng had difficulty breathing——

Why can he sneak into Mu Wuqing's dream so easily?

Why can he create a paradise of dreams?

There is only one explanation - Wuming and Nightmare check and balance each other, even spells can be shared!

However, Nightmare uses illusion to control people's hearts, creating nightmares and killing.Wuming steals Mu Wuqing's dream, untangles Mu Lin's knots, weaves a peach garden with his own hands, gives Mu Lin a sword to solve doubts, and encourages him to find his own way of swordsmanship...

Boil wine and talk about swords under the peach blossom tree, and the sky is full of falling flowers beside the flowing water.

The sun never sets, the night never falls...

That was probably the only beautiful scenery he could see after being parasitized by the Nightmare...

Seeing Mu Lin and Xu Feng crying so embarrassingly, Wuming said: "Don't cry, your eyes are swollen."

"Don't be too sad, and don't be too sad." Wuming bent the corners of his lips with difficulty, "I finally got rid of the nightmare, and I am benevolent, and I can see you before I leave, this is what I can expect... Best ending ever."

"I have a request," Wuming said, "Afeng, can you keep the Floating Sword for me?"

"No!!" Without waiting for Xu Feng to respond, Mu Lin said, "We won't help you with your sword!!!"

"If you want your Floating Sword, come get it from me yourself!" Mu Lin stared at his red eyes, and said fiercely, "Not only will I not help you with the sword, but I will also not help you hide the wine. Lock it up unless you come to ask for it yourself!!!"

"You're talking stupid again," Wuming sighed with a smile, "You promised me, Ah Lin."

"But senior, I don't want you to die..." As if he couldn't hold it anymore, tears poured out like a floodgate, and his whole face was dazzled.Mu Lin shook his head and roared, "Nightmare's soul has been shattered, and you are free! We will definitely find a way to bring you back! Please hold on, hold on for a while!"

"May I not go..."

Xu Feng choked up and said: "... Ah Lin."

Mu Lin couldn't continue, his eyes were red, and he buried his head on Xu Feng's shoulder.The shoulders were wet a lot quickly, and the throat was so bewildered that he couldn't speak, Xu Feng shook Mu Lin's hand, and said word by word: "Senior, I promise you."

Wuming sighed almost imperceptibly, turned his head slightly, and said to Mu Lin, "This is your turn."

"I'm not worried about your swordsmanship, because Ah Lin has grown up," Wuming's eyelashes trembled, revealing a sly and bleak smile, "I have an unfeeling request—"

"Ah Lin, don't drink up the peach blossom wine, can you save a jar for me?"

Mu Lin raised his hand and touched his face vigorously.Tears immediately covered his face, and he looked even more embarrassed. He wiped the wet palms on his sleeves, frowned and said, "I'll be brewing a long time ago!"

"It's so powerful." Wuming sighed with emotion, and said softly as if coaxing a child, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"If possible, whenever you pass Wanjian Peak, you can pour a jug of wine on this land to satisfy my hunger. Of course, if you still remember me, it would be even better if you can come and see me specially."

Mu Lin: "How could I forget you!!!"

"That can't be better." Wuming bent his eyes into small crescents, "I said before, I want to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and return to the dust quietly. I will turn into a gust of wind, a cloud , a blade of grass, a drop of morning dew... this is not death, but a new beginning.”

"I think, I will definitely be able to drink the wine you brewed yourself."

After explaining to Mu Lin and Xu Feng, Wuming finally turned his head and fixed his eyes on Mu Wuqing: "Brother, one last request..."

Mu Wuqing's face was whiter than paper, his body was so stiff that he couldn't feel it, and his face was covered in cold sweat.

He said coldly: "Don't talk, save your strength."

There was a big hole in his chest, and the demonic energy dissipated again. If it wasn't for Mu Wuqing who had been persevering in sending him spiritual power, Wuming wouldn't be able to speak so much at all, and he wouldn't be able to last for so long.

It's a pity that the warm current poured into the body, unable to gather, and quickly dissipated in the air.The body temperature is getting lower and lower, and even breathing becomes difficult and cold.Nameless said softly: "Brother, it's useless...don't waste your spiritual energy."

Mu Wuqing ignored him, white light gushed out of his palms, and the veins on his forehead and back of his hands burst out.

"Senior brother, listen to me...I don't have much time." Wuming called out in a low voice, "I didn't expect to see you with this face...Can you talk to me?"

Mu Wuqing refused to let go, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Jiu..."

"I want...to be buried in Wanjian Peak." Wuming said, "This is where you and I grew up, and it is my only home."

He paused, raised his left arm with difficulty, and moved it in front of Mu Wuqing little by little.

The back of his hand was covered with scars and blood, and his left hand formed a fist, covering the back of Mu Wuqing's hand.

"look."

After a moment of hesitation, Mu Wuqing let go of his arms.

The moment he backhanded, Wuming also let go.

A bit of green fell on Mu Wuqing's palm—it was a blood-stained grasshopper.

Grasshoppers are made of straw, and if they have been pinched for too long, their stomachs have deflated.The two eyeballs were bright red, as if they were dripping with blood, they were lifelike and vivid, as if they were about to pop out in an instant.

It would have been better if it hadn't been stained with his blood...

"If you don't tell me, I know you are suffering. You don't need to look to know." Wuming's voice became even lower, "Do you remember? When I was young, whenever I fell, got sick, or got injured while practicing swords, once I didn't If you are happy, you will weave a grasshopper for me."

"Every time I receive grasshoppers, my mood is much better, the disease is cured, and the wound is no longer painful. It seems that I can survive everything and I am not afraid of anything."

"Look, after so many years, have I made it better than you?" Wuming said, "This is just for you, I hope you don't feel too sad."

"I can see you again, I have died without regret..."

Mu Wuqing slowly tightened his five fingers and pinched the grasshopper in his palm.His eyes were red and his throat was rolling. He seemed to have lost his strength before he opened his mouth and said to the people behind him: "You guys go out first, Xiaojiu and I will stay alone for a while."

At this moment, Huo Wuji, Qi Wuwuji and He Wuxian also rushed over.Hearing this, everyone left the cave silently.Xu Feng also stood up and dragged Mu Lin away.

After the crowd dispersed, Wuming stared at Mu Wuqing and said, "Senior brother...how did you recognize me?"

After a pause, Mu Wuqing said: "The location."

A strange light flashed in Wuming's eyes, and he sighed in a very soft voice: "I was discovered by you."

Chuzhou, Lin'an, Yuguan, Luojing.

Zhaoyao Mountain, Penglai Island, Jiuxuantian.

Bone Ridge, Blood Pond, Flower Burial Valley...

They are places where we have been, practiced together or fought side by side.

"A long time ago, I was thinking that my end is set, and I cannot escape death. What else can I do before everything is over?" Wuming said, "Take the path you have walked, and look back at the most useless period when you were young. After the carefree time, I finally returned home and took the ruins of Wanjianzhuang as my burial ground... Thinking about it this way, it seems that all the pain can be endured..."

A group of tears welled up in their eyes, Mu Wuqing tightly squeezed the blood-stained grasshopper, and said hoarsely: "Xiao Jiu..."

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the field of vision gradually turned into nothingness.In a trance, it seems to have returned to the days before the chaos of the underworld, and the days when Master Wanjianzhuang and his brothers were all there.

At that time, he was the youngest junior, loved by his master and fellow seniors, following Mu Wuqing all day long, like a little tail...

Can you be willful again?

Last, and only time.

"Senior Brother," the nameless voice gradually faded into the wind, "...can you give me a hug?"