Pei Jing was silent for a long time before he said softly, "Chu... Jun Yu?"
This was the first time he heard Chu Junyu calling his name, distant yet real. Inexplicably, a strange feeling spread in his heart, the world stopped in an instant, smoke and sword energy flew wantonly.
Suddenly he heard a creaking sound.
A strong and intense blood light gushed out from behind the door.
Pei Jing raised his head, a dazed look on his still young and slightly childish face.
The door that he had been unable to push open was now opening little by little.
Chu Junyu seemed injured, but his voice was calm.
"Pei Yuzhi, stop him."
Stop him.
The blood pouring out from the door seemed to cause additional damage to the group of monsters chasing him. The monsters' bodies were rotting, and they crawled forward screaming and twitching, gritting their teeth, hating Pei Jing to the core and wanting only to bite him to pieces.
boom-
At this moment, the door finally opened.
It was an ordinary courtyard, but in the sky, there were thousands of blood-red locks entangled and intertwined, as if a formation was sealing something, and black and bloody energy filled the air.
In the center of the yard is a jar. That jar is the source, the origin of such an extremely evil world, but it is bathed in white light, pure, holy, and incredibly clean.
The white light is soft and gentle like the sun, moon and stars.
In the center of the blood lock, in front of the jar, stood two people, a young man and a teenager.
The moment Pei Jing entered, he directly summoned the Lingyun Sword, broke the door, broke the light, broke the horizontal lock, and stabbed Shu Yan's back with the sword.
He needs to stop this psychopath!
His sword was still one meter away from Shu Yan's back, but Zhang Qingshu quickly turned around.
The sword light fell on the scholar's face, and his handsome and world-weary features revealed a hint of weirdness and sarcasm.
"You actually caught up with me."
Pei Jing gritted his teeth: "I don't want to die with you!"
But his sword went straight through Zhang Qingshu's body, and after it came out, what slowly flowed down the blade was pitch-black ink.
Zhang Qingshu stood there motionless, looking down at the dark hole in his chest slowly closing. He stained his finger with a little of his own blood and said calmly, "I am immortal. If I didn't want to die, who in this world could kill me?"
His voice alarmed another person, and the young man standing next to Zhang Qingshu turned around.
Pei Jing's pupils shrank.
"Ji Wuyou."
The iron lock separated the space. The boy held a huge stone in his hand. The little fat boy had an expression on his face that Pei Jing had never seen before. It was as if he had lost his soul, or as if he had changed his soul. He was numb and indifferent. The only bit of surprise disappeared in an instant.
He just glanced at Pei Jing, with all sorts of emotions, and turned away.
Pei Jing glared at Zhang Qingshu: "What did you do to him?"
"Does it matter?" Zhang Qingshu said, "I told you that the person who decides your fate is someone you would never think of."
Zhang Qingshu never gave Pei Jing the impression of being a bad guy, or even a qualified villain. He had no desire to kill and was tired and annoyed with everything.
Now that I think about it, he was just a madman who wanted to die.
Pei Jing cursed in his heart, too lazy to pay attention to him, and rushed forward to stop Ji Wuyou, but was grabbed tightly by the ink that suddenly gushed out from under his feet and transformed into a palm.
Pei Jing said sternly: "Ji Wuyou! Turn around! Look at me!"
Ji Wuyou's body trembled a bit, but he still held the stone and walked forward step by step.
Zhang Qingshu said, "Isn't it your mission to exorcise demons? Why stop him? Why not just let him smash the jar and eradicate all the demons and monsters in this world?"
Pei Jing's face was as gloomy as water: "I have my own way to destroy this place, so you don't have to worry about it."
Zhang Qingshu said, "Interesting. I can't even destroy it, so how can you destroy it? You are just afraid of death."
"You are not willing to sacrifice your life to let all the spirits here rest in peace. You are just a scoundrel who is greedy for money."
Pei Jingqi smiled.
The aura around him changed, and a thin layer of blue light fell on his eyebrows and long hair, making him look like an ice crystal. He crossed his wrist and used the third move of the Yunxiao Sword Technique in his mind, and instantly an ice crystal rose from the ground.
With him as the center, a sword formation was formed.
All the evil spirits within a one-meter radius were cut off. The ink under my feet dissipated.
The young man stood with a sword on his back and said, "Don't you know that I am the dream lover of thousands of female cultivators in the cultivation world, and my life is very precious?"
The young man stood in the air, his hair fluttering in the wind, and ice-blue spiritual energy gathered around him.
A gray-brown dress also gives people a feeling of bright and clear sky.
Her smile was particularly flamboyant, but in Zhang Qingshu's opinion, it was also particularly dazzling.
Pei Jing said lazily: "I have been afraid of death all my life. This is the first time I have met someone who wants me to sacrifice myself for others. I am still a little uncomfortable with this."
Zhang Qingshu just stared at him and also laughed out loud in anger.
"Okay, you cowardly, unkind person—kill him!"
As the word "kill" fell, all the red locks in the air shook instantly, making a deafening sound. The land surged, and countless human monsters made of ink slowly crawled out from the ground.
Zhang Qingshu was holding a pen in his hand. At first glance, he looked a bit like the Wenquxing in the temple. He said gloomily, "If you want to go first, I will take you there."
Those people couldn't tell whether it was condensed ink or blood, red to black, thick and foul smelling, and when they opened their mouths, they could see the white teeth. The ink man pounced on him and bit him, and the power of the sword formation could not last long.
At this moment, there was a sudden surge outside the courtyard gate. Pei Jing looked back in the air and found that the humanoid monsters crawling on all fours had broken free from the pain and rushed into the gate with their bodies rotten.
They opened their red eyes, moved their hands and feet quickly, and their resentment could corrode Pei Jing's face.
These monsters were originally given power from the tank, and being near the source, their strength naturally skyrocketed.
Their sudden intrusion caused the red locks guarding the area to shake rapidly again.
Fuck.
Pei Jing was pissed off.
This is really like adding insult to injury.
But Zhang Qingshu was also stunned. Obviously, he didn't understand how these monsters came.
Pei Jing quickly calmed down. Although he was panicking inside, he put on a faint smile as if he was prepared for anything. "Why? You are allowed to call for help, but I am not allowed to."
Zhang Qingshu's eyes suddenly widened.
Pei Jing still had that faint smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and gave an order to the thousands of soldiers and horses that were biting at him from behind: "Go, bite this sickly bastard to death!"
It was obvious that he had enough momentum. Zhang Qingshu's eyes were unfathomable, and his fingers formed a seal in the air. In an instant, the ink men surrounding him turned into water and seeped into the ground, and then reappeared next to Zhang Qingshu, forming a barrier.
Pei Jing just wanted to scare him. If these monsters come to bite him, everything will be exposed. He didn't expect Zhang Qingshu to be such a fool. The moment Mo Ren disappeared, Pei Jing quickly found the right opportunity, pulled out the Lingyun Sword that formed a sword formation on the ground, put it behind his back, stepped over the blood lock in the air, and headed straight for Ji Wuyou.
Zhang Qingshu sneered, "Will I let you succeed?" But before he could summon them, the monsters had already run over from the door at a ghostly speed. After biting each other with their teeth, the black man fell to the ground instantly, and a pool of water formed under his feet. Zhang Qingshu was stunned and looked down. Countless monsters raised their heads. It turned out that they were not vicious dogs, but real people. Even though they were already bloody, their facial features were still vaguely visible. At this time, this person was crawling on all fours and looked up at him. His eyes were full of despair, malice, resentment, and deep sadness.
... ... They were the people who were dragged down to the village and locked in a vat to be turned into monsters.
... ... And the person who created this village was him.
Pei Jing looked back and saw Zhang Qingshu surrounded by monsters. The young man's face no longer had that world-weary attitude. His expression was distorted and his eyes were full of shock and struggle. He was driving himself crazy.
Pei Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought he would encounter two groups of people, but he didn't expect them to fight each other.
In fact, he now understood that these monsters were raised by the villagers in order to deal with Zhang Qingshu. From the moment they were poured into the tank, their hatred towards Zhang Qingshu had been growing.
A rain of punishment alarmed everyone.
He said how could this immortal killer monster be designed to deal with him.
The villagers knew that Zhang Qingshu had returned. Back to the Zhang family. So this time, they used all their trump cards to kill the devil who caused their death.
The original enemy and target of this group of monsters was Zhang Qingshu.
Pei Jing grabbed Ji Wuyou's hand, and the little fat boy looked back in surprise. Ji Wuyou was actually a bit stupid, with big eyes and flat eyebrows.
His sudden appearance pierced through the cold and numb appearance, and Ji Wuyou woke up from a dream. Hidden in his eyes was extreme resistance, fear, and sadness.
Pei Jing thought that the little fat boy must have been frightened out of his mind here.
Pei Jing tried hard to force a smile and said, "Listen to me, I will take you back to Yunxiao."
Ji Wuyou stared at him blankly, and suddenly two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The next second, he suddenly broke away from him violently, holding the huge stone with blood in his hand, shaking his head, and said in a shrill voice: "No!"
Pei Jing was shocked by his reaction.
Ji Wuyou stared at him intently, trembling all over. He reminded her of her nightmare and she kept shaking her head. She was in a trance, backing away step by step, tears streaming down her face, and slurring her words: "You won't take care of me, no one likes me, no one will take care of me. I rang the bell and she didn't come, she clearly heard it, she heard it, she was on the wall, she even looked at me, I'm going to die, there's someone in the jar, there's another person in the jar, I'm going to die, I want the bell, she lied to me! She lied to me!"
The fat boy's hands were tightly gripping the stone, so tightly that his fingers were broken and bleeding, but he could no longer feel it.
He had cried enough, but there was only confusion in his eyes. "He's right. You are not wrong to not want me and not come to save me. It's just that weak people don't deserve to survive. I want to survive. I can only rely on myself to survive."
He stepped back, his body pressed against the jar. The jar wall was cold, but the white light around him gave him an extremely familiar and gentle feeling. Ji Wuyou murmured: "I want to survive, I want to survive..."
"—I want to survive!"
He suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar, his expression turned ferocious in an instant, veins popped out on his forehead, as if a devil had revived. The boy's eyes were red, and with tears in his eyes he turned around, raised the stone in his hand, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to smash the jar - the root of this ugly world.
The moment he raised the stone high and smashed it down hard.
At this critical moment, Pei Jing didn't care about so much, he stepped forward and knocked him unconscious with one palm. Ji Wuyou's pupils shrank, tears still welled up in his eyes, and he fell backwards little by little. Pei Jing looked at him with a very complicated look, and quickly took the stone. He put the heavy stone in his hand on the ground.
He stood in the white light and slowly squatted in front of the tank.
Been searching for so long.
Finally, I am standing here in reality.
This jar, pressed down by a wooden board, has been sealed in dust for five hundred years.
"Chu Junyu, are you in there?"
The soft white light shone on the boy, with a layer of light and shadow around him, his hair hanging down, and a bit of gentleness. Pei Jing stretched out his hand and slowly moved the wooden board.
He actually didn't know what was inside, Zhang Qingshu's body? Or some other mysterious and unknowable thing
Five hundred years ago, a drunken father drowned his son in a vat. This was filled with sin, viciousness, evil, and lingering resentment.
Just push away at the end.
A pale, slender hand stretched out from the tank.
The hand first grabbed Pei Jing's wrist.
Pei Jing looked up blankly.
The other hand moved along the vat, and the person who came out of the vat looked both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
His hair was as white as snow, his eyes were bloodshot and cold, and his eyebrows had a gloomy and evil look.
Behind him were thousands of blood-red giant locks, and the pure white light on the ground could not dispel the darkness that he left in his blood.
Pei Jing's eyes were blank and he was speechless.
The man in black glanced past him and fell to the ground where Ji Wuyou lay unconscious before speaking. His tone was as faint as the fluttering red leaves that day, cutting through the moonlight.
"Why not just kill him?"
The author has something to say: ... Damn, you have no idea how stupid I was when I came up with the chapter titles.
I want to take Ji Wuyou's way of smashing the jar...