Chapter 2913 Shen Tianyu 313

Sheng Po's fate was arranged by Wuyazi, and Shen Tianyu could not predict his life or death.

He placed his palm upwards, gently holding the butterfly, and walked towards his villa.

It was a black swallowtail butterfly with a wingspan of nearly ten centimeters. Its body was black, with seven horizontal rows of white spots in the center of its hind wings. The surrounding white markings looked like the belt of an ancient official. There was a light red crescent spot on the outer edge of the back of its wings.

Shen Tianyu, who had been learning bird and animal taming techniques from his master since childhood, knew that this was a male butterfly.

The butterfly did not fly away, but quietly followed him into the villa.

Too lazy to take the elevator, Shen Tianyu jumped upstairs.

Knock on Wuyazi's door.

Wuyazi was sitting on a cushion on the carpet with his eyes closed in meditation.

Shen Tianyu walked up to him, spread his palm in front of him, and said, "A butterfly, a male."

The butterfly still did not leave, as quiet as a specimen, as if it was stuck in Shen Tianyu's palm.

Wuyazi slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the butterfly, and his breathing became lighter.

I heard Shen Tianyu say again: "The soul turns into a butterfly, and the butterfly is attached to it. It has been a practice since ancient times. Now that it is winter, this butterfly has come in a strange way."

Wuyazi was rarely stunned.

He stared at the butterfly and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He frowned, closed his eyes in pain, and tears slowly flowed from under his sparse white eyelashes.

He rescued Sheng Po from the pond. He was wearing black clothes.

He remembered clearly that the black shirt he was wearing had a circle of white circular spots on it.

He sent him away illegally abroad and used Taoist magic to arrange his fate so that even those who studied metaphysics could not calculate his whereabouts.

But he was still killed?

Wuyazi's fingers kept pinching, his lips moved rapidly, and he muttered something.

He wanted to calculate Sheng Po's life or death.

Suddenly he stopped counting his fingers impatiently. At this point, even he couldn't figure out whether Sheng Po was alive or dead.

Shen Tianyu lowered his eyes and stared at the turbid tears under Wuyazi's eyes, and said, "There are no outsiders."

The implication is that there is no need to act out crying scenes.

But tears kept flowing from under Wuyazi's sparse eyelashes.

Before, it was fake crying, using magic to stimulate the tear glands, but now it is real crying.

He cried silently.

He discovered that when people are truly sad, they can only cry silently and cannot cry out loud.

At this age, he has become indifferent to everything and there are few things that can make him sad. However, Sheng Po's death made him so sad that he couldn't even speak.

Witnessing this, Shen Tianyu understood that Sheng Po was indeed in great danger.

The probability of harm is 99.99%.

That 0.01% chance is almost negligible.

He turned and walked toward the door.

The butterfly suddenly flew down from his palm, circled around Wuyazi, and then flew to Shen Tianyu's hand.

Shen Tianyu became even more certain that this was Sheng Po.

Not a coincidence.

Although he had fought battles of wits and courage with him, interrogated him using illegal means, and handcuffed and imprisoned him for several months, he had also fought together with him.

Shen Tianyu couldn't help but feel sad when he died like this.

He took the butterfly back to Gu Xiao's house.

First, I went to Bai Zhan and Chu Chu's room.

Sure enough, the quiet butterfly flew up from Shen Tianyu's palm again, flew to Chuchu's face, landed on her hair, and stayed there silently.

Bai Zhan was surprised and wanted to raise his hand to drive the butterfly away, but suddenly realized something and his hand froze in mid-air.

After staring blankly at the butterfly for a long time, Bai Zhan opened his mouth with difficulty and asked Shen Tianyu: "Master Shen, is this Xiao Po?"

Shen Tianyu remained silent, only nodded lightly, thinking to himself that this person's name was unlucky.

The soul is strong, the soul is left, there is only a wisp of soul left, the soul is broken, the life is broken, the fate is broken, the beautiful appearance and the smart brain are just a sad fate.

Bai Zhan couldn't control himself, so he stood up and walked to the window, turning his back to Shen Tianyu and crying bitterly while beating his chest.

Chu Chu, who had been unconscious, slowly opened her eyes.

The swallowtail butterfly that had been quietly resting in her hair suddenly began to dance around her.

Chuchu supported herself on the bed with one hand, slowly sat up, and looked at the dancing butterfly.

After a while, she finally spoke, her voice as hoarse as if her throat had been polished by sandpaper. "Is that Xiao Po?"

The butterfly flew neatly onto the back of her hand.

Chuchu couldn't stop her tears from flowing down.

She spread out her palms and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it really Xiaopo?"

The butterfly landed on her palm and flapped its wings as if in response.

Chuchu cried out in pain, "You can't bear to leave your mother, so you come back to see her, right?"

The butterfly flapped its wings twice again.

Chuchu burst into tears and choked with sobs, saying: "Xiao Po, Mom, I'm sorry, Mom didn't know that you were Azhan's son. Mom always thought you were Shengkui's son. Mom hated him, hated him so much. Mom wanted to take you away at that time, but he wouldn't let me. Mom has missed you all these years..."

The butterfly seemed to understand and flapped its wings three times.

Chuchu burst into tears and cried even harder, her body shaking.

The butterfly flapped its wings, flew up from her palm, and flew in front of Shen Tianyu.

Shen Tianyu knew that it wanted to see Gu Chuchu.

He has the ability to control butterflies, but he has to do it through the vibration of sound waves from the sound of a flute or a xiao, and this butterfly is not under his control at all.

There was no music outside either.

No one controls this butterfly.

Shen Tianyu felt sad and became even more certain that this was Sheng Po.

Since the Sheng family of the Wandu Cult can refine zombies and use fetuses and dead babies to refine flying head curse, it is not a difficult task for them to attach souls to butterflies or transform themselves into butterflies.

He held the butterfly and went upstairs to Gu Chuchu's boudoir.

Knock on the door.

Gu Chuchu was lying on the bed holding the white porcelain urn. Her pretty young face was filled with grief, and her beautiful big eyes were sad and dull.

As soon as they entered the room, the butterfly flew up from Shen Tianyu's palm and flew around Gu Chuchu. It was obviously much more active than in Chuchu and Bai Zhan's room.

But Gu Chuchu was immersed in sadness, and she was completely dazed and didn't notice it at all.

The butterfly flew to Gu Chuchu's hair again.

Gu Chuchu still turned a blind eye.

The butterfly landed on the white urn.

The black and white was very eye-catching, and Gu Chuchu finally reacted.

She slowly got up, stared at the butterfly for a long time, and said to the air: "Where did the butterfly come from in the middle of winter? It's strange."

Shen Tianyu said: "It came to say goodbye."

Gu Chuchu seemed to be unable to react. She was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into tears, "Is this Sheng Po? Brother Tianyu, you said this is Sheng Po?"

Shen Tianyu nodded, "Almost."

Gu Chuchu spread out her palms.

The butterfly flew onto her palm and flapped its beautiful wings.

Gu Chuchu recalled the last time she saw Sheng Po. He was wearing a loose black shirt with one arm not in the sleeve and the buttons unbuttoned, revealing his fair chest and faintly visible abdominal muscles.

The black and white combination, coupled with his unique and charming face, is sexy and decadent.

The butterfly was completely black, with only a circle of white spots at the end of its tail. It was beautiful and charming, just like the spirit that had left in a hurry that day.

Gu Chuchu suddenly smiled bitterly.

As she laughed, tears fell like rain.

She stared at the butterfly and scolded it in a delicate voice, "Don't you want to marry Fu Yuqiu? You also want to marry Chi Ling. Go find them. Why did you come back to me?"

The butterfly suddenly flew up from her palm and landed on the front of her clothes.

Shen Tianyu, who has practiced the art of taming birds and beasts since childhood, understood that this butterfly wanted to hug Gu Chuchu.

But it's too small.

So small that there is nothing I can do.

Only regrets remain.

Yes, only regrets remain.