Pei Jing raised his eyebrows: "Taboo - does that mean I can't go?"
Zhao Youqing scraped the candle with her fingernails. She had a gentle appearance, but because she had been staying in this dark place after her death, she looked gray. Her lips were pursed into a line, and her tone was cold: "You can't go, and no one in this village can go either. Don't worry, your friend won't be locked up there."
Pei Jing shook his head: "No, he is there, he told me himself."
Zhao Youqing raised her head, her gray eyes looking deeply at him, and asked word by word, "Did he tell you in person?"
Pei Jing lied: "Yes, we are in tune with each other. He told me in a dream."
Zhao Youqing smiled when she heard this: "You are so kind and righteous. Go ahead. It's in Nanshan. Go south from here, past the altar in Nancun. There is a ruin. At the end of the ruin is the Zhang family."
Pei Jing: "Thank you, Sister Youqing."
Zhao Youqing was obviously in a bad mood, she lowered her eyes and said, "Why call me sister? I'm old enough to be your ancestor."
Pei Jing smiled and thought: That’s not necessarily true.
The inheritance night had not ended yet. Even though there were no stars or moon, there was still a distinction between day and night. Zhao Youqing lit two candles and said that he could leave when the candles burned out. Pei Jing was bored, watching the flames on the candles move down little by little, with the sound of the flames hissing. His eyes fell on Zhao Youqing's hand next to him. It was skinny and pale, but one could tell that it had been pampered before birth.
She used a small stick to poke the fire core, her wrists hanging and sleeves rolled up, her movements graceful.
Pei Jing thought that she must have loved calligraphy and painting when she was alive. So he said, "Sister Youqing, you must have been a talented woman when you were alive."
Zhao Youqing put down the stick and said, "If you want to know anything else, just ask directly."
Pei Jing's eyes lit up immediately, and he sat up straight: "So straightforward, I actually want to know what happened to the Zhang family. This whole village is full of ghosts, do you ghosts have taboos too?"
Zhao Youqing said: "Anything that one is afraid to touch is a taboo, no matter what the difference is between humans and ghosts."
She lowered her head and whispered, "Who knows what happened to the Zhang family back then? Anyway, the whole village avoids that place, with disgust and fear. They don't dare to go in, and they don't let others in. I should have told you just now, be careful on the way to the Zhang family, don't be discovered."
"Okay, thank you Sister Youqing for reminding me."
Pei Jing continued to act young on the surface, but his heart slowly became heavy. He and Yu Qinglian had discussed this before. The master of Wuwang Peak, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, could go astray. There must be a mysterious power hidden in Zhonglian Village that was unknown to the public - the power that gave Zhang Qingshu unpredictable abilities and the people in this underground world eternal life.
His only doubt now was why Zhang Qingshu didn't just kill him directly.
Also, is Chu Junyu really trapped by Zhang Qingshu
The candle was halfway burned when suddenly the sound of rain was heard outside. Drops of rain fell into the black soil and seeped into the white bones, dripping loudly.
Zhao Youqing suddenly raised his head, stood up, and ran out of the cave like the wind.
Pei Jing was puzzled and didn't understand why she was in such a hurry. He followed her out and saw Zhao Youqing stopped in front of the cave, looking up at the dark rain outside, her eyes like gray that had been silent for a thousand years.
Pei Jing looked at her strangely, then stretched out his hand. Raindrops fell on the back of his hand, leaving a red mark against his skin.
He muttered, "So it's not black."
Then he heard the wailing and groaning of various evil spirits in the direction of Zhonglian Village, which was deafening.
"What's going on?"
Zhao Youqing didn't say anything, but also stretched out a hand, opened it, and caught the rain falling from the sky with her palm facing up. It corroded her skin, flesh, and bones. Her hand was "disappeared" in the rain, leaving only a hideous fracture.
Zhao Youqing pulled the corner of her lip and took her hand back. Even ghosts can regenerate their bodies. Her expression was unhappy: "You are really unlucky."
Pei Jing: "What?"
Zhao Youqing said: "You can't go to Zhang's house. The Zhang family is back."
Pei Jing asked knowingly, "Who?"
Zhao Youqing replied: "Someone you'd better not mess with."
She seemed to be in an even more depressed mood, looking at her disappearing hand, "This rain can be said to be the nightmare of the entire Zhonglian Village. When we first came to the underground, it kept raining like this. At that time, the houses collapsed and there was nowhere to hide. The villagers could only rot in the rain and be reborn, over and over again. But I would not be hurt by the rain at that time, just like you."
"This rain is for the punishment of sinners. The greater the sin, the greater the pain. The deeper the evil thoughts, the greater the torment."
"Now... I actually have sins and evil thoughts?"
Her voice became lower and lower, with an indescribable sadness.
Pei Jing had a general understanding of Zhang Qingshu's personality.
A madman who is immersed in his own views of good and evil, stubbornly trying to save the world.
The Seven Killing Songs, the Rain of Punishment, did Zhang Qingshu ever think - were all these sins caused by himself
He is the biggest villain, why doesn't he choose to commit suicide
When Ji Wuyou woke up, he was kicked in the stomach. Before he opened his eyes, he smelled a foul odor that made his stomach churn. In the basement, the lights were slightly green, and oil lamps were hung on both walls.
He was being pulled up by his hair. The first thing he saw was a few human skins spread out on the wall, and then he could see a face full of wrinkles.
An old man with a strange expression looked him up and down. When he saw him wake up, he raised his hand and gave an order: "It's OK."
Ji Wuyou took two steps back in fear, but the two men on both sides were stronger and pressed him to the ground. His face was cut by something sharp, which was a human bone on the ground, and blood was all over his face, but now he could no longer feel the pain, only fear in his brain.
The old man said: "This little fat guy has a lot of meat. There is no need to keep it in the tank. Just eat it directly."
This sentence was like a bomb in Ji Wuyou's head. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He wanted to speak, but someone held his head down. His snot, tears and blood flowed into the ground.
At this time, someone came in from outside, and said in a chilly voice: "Elder, the other sacrifice has also woken up."
The elder responded slowly, tapped the ground lightly with the crutch made of human bones, and then turned around: "Let's go and take a look, and take this person with you." Ji Wuyou was picked up again and dragged forward. The dim candlelight illuminated the broken limbs and internal organs hanging on the wall on both sides, which looked bloody and horrifying.
He closed his eyes and didn't dare to look up.
The elder took him to another room where there was a coffin. Before he walked in, he heard a familiar bell sound.
After a moment of shock, he looked up in fear and panic, and saw Yu Qinglian sitting in the coffin—she was wearing a blood-red gauze skirt, her black hair was tied up low, and her face was as gloomy as water. Her temperament was flamboyant and cold, like a cold sword out of its sheath, a completely different her.
The candlelight was dim underground, she was a scene all by herself, beautiful as a flower.
The elder suddenly stopped, and a lustful look appeared in his gray-brown eyes hidden in his wrinkles.
Ji Wuyou's heart was in his throat, and he didn't know whether to call her. He felt that the girl in front of him was so strange that he was a little scared. In the past few days, he only saw her laughing and scolding the world, and treating him as gently and meticulously as a sister. He never thought that such a girl would be like this when she was in trouble and faced with evil spirits.
The elder took a step forward and chuckled, "A good thing was delivered this year. It's been a long time since I saw a girl, and she's so pretty."
Yu Qinglian was dazed and only remembered seeing a beam of light on the statue of Wenquxing.
The light was like the birth of heaven and earth, nurtured by the sun and the moon. After that, she lost her memory. When she woke up, she found herself lying in a coffin. When she stood up, she was still facing a group of low-level monsters.
She rubbed her temples with her hands, trying to sort out the whole story, and cold murderous intent slowly seeped out of her half-closed eyes.
The old man was still walking slowly forward, his voice revealing a hint of greed: "Girl, do you know where this is?"
"This is the underworld. In our place, all living people are animals. They are either slaves or food. But when I saw you, I liked you and gave you another choice. If you follow me, I will let you live. How about that?"
Yu Qinglian rolled up her sleeves and walked out of the coffin, her red veil fluttering. The whip that had been wrapped around her arm as a decoration slowly fell off and landed back in her hand. "Don't bother with my love, I don't have this fate."
The old man smiled meaningfully, "I know you are a monk, but you can't use your spiritual power here. You are no match for me, little beauty."
Yu Qinglian pondered the words "little beauty" and thought it was a bit fun to say them. There were not many people in the world who dared to call her that.
Green flowers bloom in the blood pool. That night in Yingzhou, the Lingqu Canal was dyed red with blood. The number of people she killed may be more than that of this village.
Without spiritual power, you are no match for me, old man.
She walked forward, holding a whip, her clothes stained with blood.
Full of murderous intent.
The elders were forced to look slightly stiff.
Among the five heroes in the world, the one with the closest temperament to her is probably Pei Yuzhi, who is also famous for killing. The other three all have their own concerns when doing things.
As the emperor of a clan, Feng Jin's every move concerns the reputation of the demon clan; Ji Wuduan is the young city lord of the ghost domain, his temperament is unpredictable, and everyone in the ghost clan is closely watching him; not to mention Wusheng, a Buddhist, has too many taboos.
She didn't know if Pei Yuzhi was facing the same situation.
Anyway, I feel so unhappy when I wake up. Let's wash the place with blood first.
Along with the sound of wind breaking the air, the golden bell rang out.
With one whip, the head and body were separated.
The elder’s head rolled to the ground, with a look of fear on his face until his death.
With the second whip, she raised her wrist high, her skirt swirled, and everyone saw a red shadow like a ghost. Wherever her whip went, no one survived.
After stepping over the backs of the zombies, she reached out her hand, tied up the two zombies who were pressing down Ji Wu with whips, and threw them aside.
All this happened in a flash, and before Ji Wuyou could react, she had already held his hand and walked out. The girl had the fragrance of new flowers and raindrops, and she was full of blood, but not filthy.
"Walk."
Her voice was decisive and resolute, like a gust of wind and a ray of light.
Ji Wuyou's face was dirty, with snot, tears, saliva, and blood all mixed together and clotted on his hair. He was so scared that he didn't want to cry, but now he met an acquaintance. When he met the person who rescued him, his eyes suddenly became hot.
I have always been ignored, coldly treated and not treated as a human being, but now at the critical moment of life and death, I feel that someone cares about me.
The ghost revived again. Soon, the elder who fell to the ground gnashed his teeth, and his head reconnected with his body. He said in a cold voice: "Do you think you can escape?"
Of course, Yu Qinglian was not so conceited as to make an enemy of the ghosts in a village. It would be a waste of time without spiritual power and unable to kill them. It would be better to run away first.
Her consciousness is still there, so she can naturally find a way out.
He also dragged Ji Wuyou out of the dungeon. With the light from dark to bright, he turned around and saw this dirty little fat boy crying.
The crying was particularly embarrassing, but also very real.
First, the fat boy, who had been anxious and wanted to hide himself, truly expressed his emotions for the first time, feeling fearful and sad.
Yu Qinglian was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Oh, my dear, you are so moved that you are crying."
Ji Wuyou took a breath and wiped away tears: "Sister Fusang. Thank you, thank you."
Yu Qinglian didn't expect that there would be such a day. She waved her hand and said, "No need to thank me. You are here with me. If I leave you behind, I will be too embarrassed to see Pei... uh, your Senior Brother Zhang."
Ji Wuyou was still crying: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for not abandoning me. Thank you."
Yu Qinglian burst out laughing.
No more talking.
They now fled to the back hill of the village, next to abandoned farmland and in front of them were desolate graves. Dead trees and piles of graves. Ji Wuyou was very afraid of this kind of scene, afraid that he would become a trouble, and stopped crying. He took every step very timidly. On the contrary, Yu Qinglian was in front, quite leisurely, looking left and right along the way, observing the terrain.
She couldn't use her spiritual power, but her pressure was still there, so ordinary ghosts naturally didn't dare to get close to her.
The author has something to say: Ji Wuyou, blackening is a long process. With a madman like Zhang Qingshu guiding you, everything can be tortuous. Well, abandonment is the first step.
The next chapter ends, don't worry, it's necessary, because the word count is on my list... .