"Is this person okay?"
Seeing it from afar, the little-headed ghost stood on tiptoe and looked around twice, muttering to himself.
The big-headed ghost saw the demons above him and the man covered in blood, and couldn't help but feel scared. He pulled the small-headed ghost's sleeve and said, "It looks scary. Let's not meddle in other people's business and leave quickly."
"Too."
The little ghost considers himself to be a smart guy. He never gets involved in muddy waters. When it is time to protect himself, he does so without any ambiguity.
Even if he saw someone hanged on the side of the road, it would have nothing to do with him, let alone now
Thinking it over, the little ghost turned around and left without hesitation: "You're right, we should go back quickly. The stove from yesterday hasn't been repaired yet—"
He was halfway through his words, with his body not yet fully turned back, but the words in his mouth suddenly stopped.
A pair of green eyes stared straight at the edge of the ashes, unable to look away.
"What's wrong?"
The big-headed ghost was startled when he saw this, and quickly reached out to shake him: "Little head, are you okay?"
The small-headed ghost was shaken twice and could not see the object in the distance clearly. He was so angry that he pushed the big-headed ghost away and said impatiently, "Stop making noise, stop making noise. There seems to be something over there. Can you take a look?"
"thing?"
The big-headed ghost was always slow to react. He looked in the direction indicated by the small-headed ghost and immediately exclaimed, "Huh?" "There really is something there."
"Go and have a look."
If you don’t take advantage of a good opportunity, you’re a bastard!
The little ghost never treats himself badly.
Green light flashed in his green eyes. He retracted his hands and feet, then quickly ran through the grass and moved closer.
The closer he got, the more clearly the little-headed ghost could see.
It's a woman.
Although his face was covered in blood, his facial features were surprisingly delicate and elegant. But at the moment he was lying on the ground, without any reaction, as if his soul had already dispersed.
The strange thing was that there was ashes all around her, but she herself was not covered with any ashes.
It was as if the grass around her was not burning before she fell here, but only started burning after she arrived.
Can…
There was no sign of burns on the clothes of this "female corpse".
"What the hell..."
The little-headed ghost could tell something was wrong almost immediately and couldn't help swallowing.
At this moment, he was only ten feet away from the corpse, right on the edge of the ashes.
On this edge, there was a sword lying horizontally, with some ashes on it. The scabbard was black and the pattern on the hilt was thick and delicate.
An inexplicable sense of majesty and heaviness emanated from the sword, which was simply terrifying.
Not an ordinary item!
Almost at one glance, the little-headed ghost started shouting in his heart.
He suppressed his suddenly violent heartbeat and looked carefully at the "corpse" lying on the ground. There was no movement.
So, without hesitation, he bent down, picked up the sword and held it in his hand.
"Good boy, it's sent!"
The moment the long sword came into his hand, the little ghost felt a breath emanating from the sword, which made him want to kneel down!
Definitely a good sword!
God, even if he had passed by Huizhenfang, the largest shop in Shanhai City, he had never seen such a good thing!
The little-headed ghost was so excited that he almost suffocated.
He almost trembled as he stroked every simple wood grain on the scabbard and every delicate casting pattern on the hilt...
There was a hint of bloodshot in the pair of green eyes.
Could this be the legendary "loss in one place, gain in another"
Could this be the legendary “Misfortunes often bring blessings”
Could it be that God was compensating him by giving him the possibility to finally rise from this underworld and become a high-ranking official
A series of thoughts flashed through the little-headed ghost's mind quickly.
He was so excited that he turned around to talk to the big-headed ghost, but unexpectedly, when he turned his head, the big-headed ghost was no longer behind him.
Where are the people
At that moment, the little-headed ghost was startled, and before he could say anything, he heard a strange cry!
"Mom!"
It's the voice of the big-headed ghost.
The little-headed ghost was startled and almost dropped the sword he had just obtained. He quickly turned his head to look.
It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but once he did, the little ghost was almost scared out of his wits and almost died!
At some point, the big-headed ghost following the small-headed ghost had walked past him and walked directly into the ashes, and even squatted next to the "corpse".
His slightly fat right hand was stretched out, as if he had just touched something terrible. It was hanging stiffly in the air, not daring to move at all.
Seeing the little-headed ghost looking over, his face fell in panic, and his voice was filled with tears: "Wen, Wen, it's a living person..."
"What… "
How is that possible
The little-headed ghost simply couldn't believe what the big-headed ghost said. He was about to open his mouth and scold him for talking nonsense, but when he glanced at the big-headed ghost out of the corner of his eye, the words were suddenly stuck in his throat.
The clothes the female cultivator was wearing were not of the common style found in the underworld; even the silk thread used for her belt had a strange aura.
There were two exquisitely crafted small bags hanging around her waist, not stained with any blood.
The most important thing is that whether it is clothes or bags, they are very "solid".
"… "
Oh my god, this time we’re in big trouble.
The little ghost's scalp felt numb.
The people living within the polar regions are all deceased, while the 19 continents or isolated islands outside are all inhabited by living people.
In the polar underworld, all ghosts float around like entities and look no different from ordinary people outside, but in fact, they have no physical bodies, only souls.
But it’s different for living people.
Living people have souls and bodies, and they feel warm to the touch, not cold.
The clothes they wear are also real, and they carry a "yang energy" that is not quite the same as that of the underworld, making people feel warm.
The female cultivator in front of him was a real living person with a real living soul!
It is rumored that ten generations ago, a great war broke out between the Jiyuyu and the Jiuzhou.
The little-headed ghost had only heard of it from others but didn't know the reason. However, he clearly remembered that the drunk judge said: There had long been a layer of yin and yang separating the underworld and the Nineteen Continents. With the death of the Nine-headed Bird, the souls of ordinary cultivators would no longer enter reincarnation, and once they died, it would be true destruction.
It is almost impossible for ghosts from the underworld to appear in the Nineteen Continents, but it is also impossible for cultivators from the Nineteen Continents to appear in the underworld!
Can…
But what about this female cultivator in front of me
The little-headed ghost just felt his mouth dry and his mouth parched, holding the sword he had picked up in his arms. For a moment, his eyes flashed with a divine light, and he didn't know what to do.
When the big-headed ghost saw that he didn't say anything for a long time, he became even more panicked.
"Little boss, what should we do? Or should we report it to Judge Chu? This..."
“Shut up!”
The small-headed ghost suddenly spoke, interrupting the big-headed ghost.
The big-headed ghost was startled, and then he saw the small-headed ghost actually walking towards him. He also squatted down and actually grabbed the arm of the female cultivator on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
The big-headed ghost was shocked.
The little ghost showed a determined and ruthless look on his face. He looked around and saw no one noticed. He gritted his teeth and said, "We, the ghost cultivators in the extreme domain, all start our cultivation with the soul. Only powerful cultivators can cultivate the physical body. The physical body of a living person is a great tonic. Anyway, no one knows about it now. We will move her back and cook a pot. It will definitely increase our cultivation a lot!"
"… "
The big-headed ghost was so stunned by the small-headed ghost's audacious words that he stood there motionless.
The little ghost rolled his eyes at him and said, "What are you doing standing there, you coward? Come up and help me! Do you think we will be discovered soon?"
"I… "
The big-headed ghost thought about it slowly and always felt that doing so seemed a bit inappropriate, but his stomach suddenly growled. After thinking for a while, he walked over and helped the small-headed ghost lift the man up.
The two men moved quickly and carried the person away in no time.
The few Rakshasa spirits circling overhead, upon seeing that their "prey" had been taken away by someone, chased after them for a long time, until the two men disappeared over a grey mountain range in the distance, and then they reluctantly flapped their wings and flew back.
There was only a piece of pale ashes left in the grass.
***
Jianchou had a very long dream.
In her dream, she finally completed her plan.
More than three thousand people screamed in unison, the thousand-foot-tall giant Buddha collapsed with a loud bang, and a stream of stars rushed in, and Xie Buchen's figure was instantly submerged in the torrent...
She felt in a trance that he seemed a little dazed at that moment, and did not resist at all, as if he had seen something.
What did you see
Jianchou was a little confused.
But such doubts disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.
So tired that even thinking became difficult.
From the moment they entered the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple, there was tit-for-tat, calculation and murderous intent at every step.
She is, and so is Xie Buchen.
Xie Buchen hid a trump card, and she also hid a "one-person stage".
Any monk who steps onto the platform can obtain his own "opportunity" on the platform.
Everyone knew that she had ascended the One-Man Stage, but apart from her master, Fudaoshanren, no one else knew what she had gained from the One-Man Stage.
That was an opportunity that would shock even Master Hengxu.
—She gained the ability to communicate with one person.
The moment she placed the Ghost Axe on the Jiebing Platform, she gained the recognition of the Platform.
Stars streamed up, and the sky changed from day to night. She seemed to be standing outside the entire dome, touching a whole new world and watching a changing universe.
That Star Flow Seal that can only be used once is one of the opportunities given by the One Person Platform;
The star power poured down from her head suddenly increased her overall strength by 30%, which was the second opportunity given by the human platform;
The spiritual consciousness can communicate with a human platform and use the existence of a human platform to transport oneself to another place. This is the third opportunity given by a human platform.
I’m afraid Xie Buchen would never have thought that the one-man stage he missed would eventually become the cause of his defeat
Along the way, she attacked without hesitation, possessing strange strength and quick reaction. Even though she guessed that Xie Buchen had a trump card, she was not afraid...
All of this is because she has the strongest attack and the hardest trump card!
Even if she couldn't kill Xie Buchen, she was sure she could escape unscathed.
At the end of the memory, I linger on the rewinding sky lake and the bright starlight on the stage...
So, it came to an abrupt end.
Instead, there was a warm feeling, as if one was soaked in water, but there was a kind of soreness in all the limbs, and it even seemed as if one was restrained and could not move at all.
This feeling is not very comfortable.
My eyelids feel so heavy as if they weigh thousands of pounds, making me too lazy to lift them.
In his daze, Jianchou felt dizzy and vaguely heard two voices, one smart and one stupid.
"Throw more, throw more! Burn it, burn it!"
"Um!"
"Quick, formation, formation, formation, Hunyuan formation! There's still a piece of earth silver over there that hasn't been put away, hurry up!"
"oh… "
It seemed like he was busy with something, and the sound of tiny noises continued to be heard.
Jianchou vaguely heard words like "don't find out", "dangerous", "weird", "fool", but when they were put together, he couldn't understand what they meant.
Her mind was in a mess and even her thinking became slow.
The long dream gradually emerged from the depths of her mind.
The sounds outside finally began to become clearer.
The heavy eyelids finally felt a little lighter, and Jianchou slowly opened his eyes.
The dark and gloomy world opened a tiny crack towards her, and a faint yellow light shone through the crack, then gradually expanded.
It's a small house.
Or rather, a... kitchen
There was a bolt on the oddly shaped broken wooden door, the windows nailed with wooden bars were tightly closed, and there were cracks on all four walls, which were carefully filled with yellow mud, but left ugly "scars".
The position she was in seemed a little high.
Jianchou slowly withdrew his gaze, looked down, and was suddenly speechless.
It turned out to be a round stove, but there was no pot on it, only a large vat.
There are a few cracks on the edge of the large vat, as if they were accidentally bumped after being used for a long time.
At this moment, the tank was filled with water and there was a fire burning underneath. Bubbles began to gurgle on the surface of the water and hot steam rose up, making Jianchou's vision a little blurred.
That's right, she was now tied up, placed in this shabby water tank, and cooked on the stove!
this…
What is going on
Jianchou felt that everything around him was strange and unfamiliar, and he didn't know where the platform had teleported him to.
Anyway…
Can't be controlled by others.
Almost at the moment he realized he was in trouble, Jianchou exerted force with his hands, trying to break the rope that bound him.
Who would have thought that when she exerted force, the rope didn't move at all!
Jianchou was a little stunned.
She vaguely noticed something was wrong.
His flesh, blood, and even bones were all in good condition, without any problems. It was obvious that he had relied on his powerful regenerative and repair abilities to recover from the injuries he had sustained in the previous battle with Xie Buchen.
But now, no spiritual power could be detected anywhere in her body!
Even the fighting plate that he could summon at will before seemed dead.
Jianchou wanted to concentrate his mind and sink into the ancestral acupoint between his eyebrows, but he found that this "ancestral acupoint", which was related to the cultivator's cultivation, was actually closed to him.
There was not a single spiritual power that could be mobilized in the body, and even the spiritual consciousness could only leave the body one foot. In the blink of an eye, it was forced back into the body by a strange pressure from outside.
Damn it…
Jianchou was sitting in the big vat and couldn't help but be completely dumbfounded.
She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her body. With her cultivation level of the sixth level of "Human Instrument", she was fine even if she was boiled in boiling water. Not even her skin turned red.
There was nothing wrong with his body, and his cultivation level hadn't dropped, but his abilities were useless, and even his spiritual energy was completely gone.
Even though Jianchou was experienced and knowledgeable, he was still dazed when he encountered this unprecedented situation.
"Where's the firewood? Add more, add more... Make the fire burn brighter, or we'll have to wait until tomorrow to cook!"
Just as she was thinking, the clever voice she had heard before rang again.
Jianchou was stunned.
Before, when she was in the big vat, she looked up casually and saw the surroundings, but never looked at the ground.
When she heard the sound, she looked in the direction of the sound and found a little ghost with a pointed head squatting under the stove.
He was carrying a pile of firewood and placing it next to the big-headed ghost squatting in front of the stove.
The big-headed ghost is closest to the fire. He has a short and fat body and a big head.
Seeing the little ghost bringing firewood over, he picked up one and stuffed it into the firebox. His face was illuminated red by the fire, and he looked quite festive.
"It's big enough. Is the water on?"
"It's open, it's open. I heard a noise."
The little ghost has very sharp ears. How could he not hear such an obvious gurgling sound
But looking at the fire in the barrel, he felt that it was a little too small. Getting anxious, he picked up some firewood and threw it into the fire.
"Miser! What's the big deal about burning a few more pieces of wood?"
"But this is something we borrowed from the white-haired ghost at the village head. Later..."
The big-headed ghost looked at the few pieces of firewood that were immediately engulfed by the flames, and his face suddenly became dull, as if he was a little heartbroken.
The little ghost was very disappointed: "Now we are all going to eat human flesh, why should we care if he dies? He has nothing to eat anyway, so firewood is useless. At worst, we can return it to him when we get promoted and become rich. Why are you panicking?"
"Can… "
The big-headed ghost thought to himself that he should burn more firewood. What if the person is not cooked yet and the firewood is burned out first? He will have to borrow more firewood from everywhere. What if he cannot borrow more firewood? He will have to stop the fire and start over. What if the person in the jar will die before he can be cooked
But before he could say anything, the little ghost interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense! You are talking so much nonsense just for burning firewood. Do you know what it means to have a long dream at night... dream... what are you dreaming about?"
He was halfway through a word when he suddenly got stuck.
"The longer the night, the more dreams you have." A voice suddenly came up.
"Yes! The longer the night, the more dreams one has!"
When the little ghost heard this, he finally remembered.
He slapped his thigh with joy and praised the big-headed ghost: "You can even use 'The night is long and the dreams are many'! I didn't expect you to be so good -"
The big-headed ghost looked at him blankly.
The little-headed ghost felt as if his throat was blocked by someone, and a creepy feeling came out from his tail vertebrae and spread throughout his body in an instant!
"Ka-ka..."
He heard the stiff, teeth-grinding sound when he raised his neck.
My eyes slowly moved from the firebox, to the tall stove, to the even taller black water tank, to the uneven gap in the water tank, and finally...
Moved to the human head that emerged from the water.
Two black eyes, two green eyes, just facing each other.
The female cultivator, who they judged to be half-dead and even without a complete soul, had woken up at some point.
The eyes that were tightly closed before opened, and the little ghost felt his heart beating wildly with just a glance from the end of his narrow eyes.
Scared!
Sitting in the scalding water vat, being "cooked" by the boiling water, Jianchou blinked, gave an embarrassed smile, and said rather awkwardly: "Um... Excuse me, are you going to... cook me and eat me?"