Just with these few words you want him to keep the appointment
Zhang Tang couldn't even believe his ears. He turned the thin blade between his fingers and almost wanted to kill the two little ghosts who knew that he had an intersection with Jianchou in the past. However, when he saw the blade light burst out, it suddenly stopped.
See worry...
The person who brought this message to him was Jianchou.
The woman on the lonely island who eventually married Mr. Xie San, the woman with extraordinary strength in the Shahong world, and the woman who showed extraordinary strength and meticulous thinking in the battle of the tripod, and even...
Her most certain identity is that she is a disciple of Yashan from the Nineteenth Continent.
It was a place that had only appeared in the scriptures and ancient books he had read before, and it was also a place that he, as a ghost cultivator now, could never reach. He had only heard about the turbulent events and famous figures in the Nineteen Continents from other people's mouths, but had never had the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.
It's easy to imagine that after eighty years, Jianchou will only become stronger.
She was already quick-witted, sharp-minded, brave and careful back then, so how could she possibly want him to take risks alone with words that would not convince him at all
Although I don't know how Jianchou was able to re-enter the Jiyu Realm, since she was able to come once back then, it's not surprising that she can come a second time now.
Zhang Tang was not a person who liked to get to the bottom of things; he cared more about the results.
Things in this world are never something you don't think about. Once you think about them, you will have many hesitations, just like now.
He couldn't control himself from guessing Jianchou's intentions and purposes.
As smart as he was, he just switched his position with hers, and in an instant, a whole set of ways to threaten him and force him to submit was formed in his mind!
If he can think of it, Jianchou can naturally think of it too.
So in the instant when his fingers turned the thin blade a circle, Zhang Tang's already harsh and dull face became even colder.
His emotionless gaze fell back on the two little ghosts.
The two little ghosts had no idea that they had been around the King of Hell for several times. Seeing Zhang Tang thinking, they thought that this matter was possible, and hurriedly added: "Although the Great Master didn't say anything else, the person is waiting in the eighteenth level of hell, under the ruins of the collapsed wall at the entrance..."
He had said most of what he wanted to say when his voice became quieter and quieter.
The little-headed ghost only then realized that Zhang Tang's gaze seemed different from what he thought.
This is clearly like looking at a tender lamb to be slaughtered!
He immediately fell silent, swallowing back all the words he wanted to say and those he hadn't had time to say. He smiled cautiously and didn't dare to say another word.
No one knows what Zhang Tang is thinking.
After scaring the little-headed ghost into shutting up, he simply waved his hand and said, "You guys go."
Both ghosts were stunned for a moment.
The big-headed ghost was stubborn and asked stupidly: "But you haven't said whether you will go..."
"Just shut up!"
The little-headed ghost was standing next to him. When he heard it, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly rushed over and covered the big-headed ghost's mouth to prevent him from making any sound. Then he kept accusing Zhang Tang of his crimes.
"Please forgive me, Master Zhang. You know my brother is stupid. We will leave now, right now..."
Having said that, he dragged the big-headed ghost and left without saying anything.
After retreating out of the door, he dragged his people and ran wildly onto the deserted street, and disappeared in a flash.
The big-headed ghost had no idea why he was running.
I don't know how far we ran, but we finally stopped panting. The big-headed ghost was so tired that he stuck out his tongue. He just supported himself on his knees and looked at the small-headed ghost who was also tired and stuck out his tongue. He asked in confusion: "Why are we running? He, he hasn't replied whether he wants to go see the Great Master..."
"Silly, you are so fucking stupid!"
The little ghost was almost vomiting from exhaustion, and he stood by the wall on the street. If he still had the strength, he would really want to poke his brother to death with one finger! ωＷＷ.166xs.cc
"Whether Zhang Tang goes to that idiot face or not, what does it have to do with us? The message has been delivered. If he doesn't want to kill you, why don't you run away? Are you asking him to kill us to silence us?!"
"ah… "
The big-headed ghost's thinking obviously couldn't keep up with the small-headed ghost's speaking speed, so he didn't understand.
But the little ghost didn't expect him to understand, so he simply said, "Don't ask why. Just go wherever I tell you to go. You won't go wrong!"
The big-headed ghost understood this sentence, and said "Oh" without any ambiguity and nodded repeatedly.
The two little ghosts stopped to rest for a while, and finally caught their breath.
At this point, whether Zhang Tang showed up or not, their mission was half completed.
As for the rest…
The small-headed ghost lifted up the hem of his clothes to fan himself, looked around, identified the direction, and waved to the big-headed ghost, saying, "It's done, almost there, luckily I was smart when I came out and didn't run in the wrong direction. It's not far ahead, let's go, let's find the Fairy in the Mist."
"oh."
The big-headed ghost agreed stupidly and followed the small-headed ghost.
In fact, eighty years is not a short time for a monk, let alone for two little ghosts with low cultivation. Normal people may not remember the road they walked in the past, but the two of them have been hiding under the ruins of the eighteenth level of hell for almost eighty years and have not been to other places. The old memories have not been covered by the new memories, so their minds are clear.
Along the way, the little ghost did not take the wrong path.
He led the big-headed ghost through the intricate streets of the city, and in a few moments, he saw the dilapidated old alley that he had been to before.
Eighty years have passed, and the alley seems to be a little more dilapidated.
As usual, there was not even a ghost to be found in the alley.
The collapsed and dilapidated wooden boards were laid on the dusty ground, without a single footprint; in the occasional crevices of the rocks in the shade and water, tenacious grass had grown.
No matter how you look at it, there is no sign of human habitation.
But the more he thought about it, the more certain he was that he had found the right place. He was actually a little scared, but when he thought about how nothing had happened in the past, and…
Is there anyone in Jiyuyu more terrifying than Zhang Tang and Jianchou
Obviously not.
I have experienced two such horrible things, so what else is there to be afraid of
So after encouraging himself in his heart, the little-headed ghost pulled the big-headed ghost into the alley.
My feet accidentally stepped on a worn wooden board, making a sharp sound.
This makes the old alley seem even more dead silent.
It was clearly a very short distance, but the little ghost felt like he had been walking for a very long time. By the time he reached the two half-open doors at the end of the old alley, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
“Knock, knock.”
Not daring to push the door open, the little-headed ghost behaved himself and knocked on the door first before tentatively speaking.
"Is anyone there? We're here to deliver a letter."
No one answered the door.
The little-headed ghost became a little nervous. He waited for a moment, knocked on the door again, and repeated his purpose of visit.
But still no one answered.
At this time, he began to feel a little doubtful and became a little bolder. He just put his pointy little head close to the half-open door and looked inside.
It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.
But there is sound.
"Rustle, rustle..."
Sometimes it was light, sometimes heavy, like something was hitting and scraping the stone, and then large and small fragments fell down.
It's clearly messy, but it also sounds like a strange rhythm.
The little ghost felt dizzy and guessed that there was someone inside. He wanted to go back and continue knocking on the door until they were allowed to go in.
Who would have thought that when he stepped back, he actually tripped over the big-headed ghost who was standing very close to him!
“Hey hey hey—”
"Bang!"
The two little kids were totally unprepared for the situation where they were holding each other back. They almost tripped over each other and fell down together, smashing open the door that was half-closed.
With a "clang", the two door panels hit the wall, and countless dust fell down, making people cough.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost had their faces covered with dust, looking extremely miserable.
But at this moment, who cares about being embarrassed or not? I was scared to death!
Although they had never seen him, they knew that the person living here was an extremely powerful person and was definitely not someone they could afford to mess with.
After falling to the ground, the little ghost had a strong desire to survive. Before he could get up from the ground, he had already hugged his head and shouted to explain: "Senior, please spare my life, please spare my life, I was just entrusted by someone to deliver a letter to you. I knocked on the door for a long time but no one came. I accidentally fell in. I didn't mean to offend you..."
No one answered.
The strange rustling sound still came from the room.
The big-headed ghost naturally hadn't reacted to what had happened, but the small-headed ghost was a little surprised that he didn't wait for the owner of this place to make trouble.
He plucked up his courage and looked up.
The house deep in the old alley was originally dark and nothing could be seen, but he and the big-headed ghost accidentally fell down just now, which opened the door and allowed the light from outside to leak in, finally allowing people to see the general situation inside the house.
A very simple house.
Almost all the furnishings that can be seen within the field of vision are carved from stone, and all of them are stone sculptures of various sizes and shapes.
I just don't know why, every stone sculpture is broken.
The little-headed ghost had never had much discernment when looking at these things. He only thought that each stone sculpture looked like a woman, but he could not tell what the facial features looked like on the statues. Either they were not carved at all, or they were completely shattered after being carved, and the original outline could not be seen.
The sound he had heard earlier came from the darkest corner of the room.
I could vaguely see that it was an old man.
He was wearing a gray robe, had an old face, and faced the outside at an angle, so it was hard to tell what he looked like. The area around him was covered in dust, but just like the outside, there was no trace of footsteps, as if he had been sitting in this corner for decades without moving.
In front of the old man stood a three-foot-tall stone sculpture. In his hand was a gray stone knife, with which he was carving on the sculpture.
Stone chips of all sizes fell from the tip of the knife and piled up on the ground.
The sculpture seems to be a woman, with an upright figure, intricate robes, holding a scroll in her hands, and her wide sleeves hanging down like willow leaves in the wind...
Every line exudes a kind of natural and natural fluidity, and one can easily tell that this must be an extremely beautiful woman.
But there are no facial features.
In fact, all the details of the statue have been polished to perfection, except for the face, which is completely blank.
Just like all the other statues in this room.
It is beautiful, but its face is blurry.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost fell in with such a loud noise, but it did not even attract the old man to turn around and look at them. It was as if he heard nothing and he continued to carve his statue.
The two ghosts looked at each other in surprise.
They tried calling him twice again, but the old man still didn't respond at all. It was as if he was in another world, and he didn't even stop moving his hands.
Seeing this scene, the big-headed ghost was stunned again and asked, "What should we do?"
The little-headed ghost also has a headache.
But he was also smart, and thought that he had already conveyed the necessary messages and done the necessary things, so a good person like Jianchou Dazun should not make things difficult for him.
After thinking it over, he simply stood behind the old man, bowed politely, and said, "Hello, senior. We are here to deliver a message for the Great Master Jianchou who visited you in the past. That is, the Jianchou from Yashan. She ordered us to hand this to you personally."
The old man continued carving without any response.
The little ghost began to sweat again, thinking that the old man would probably ignore him. After standing there for a long time, he simply made up his mind and walked up to him.
"Well, I'll leave the things here. You can take a look at them when you have time..."
As he spoke, he placed the jade slip that Jianchou had handed to him earlier on the stone table next to the old man.
At this moment, the big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
The two little ghosts who had completed their mission looked as if they had experienced a great disaster. After saying goodbye, they hurriedly ran out of the old alley.
In the dusty and dilapidated house, only Wu Zhongxian was left.
"Rustle, rustle..."
Stone chips continued to fall.
Soon, the last line on the stone statue's body became almost perfect, without any flaws.
So the carving knife finally stopped.
The wrinkles on his old face were like cracks and ravines on the earth. A pair of eyes, which could not be told whether they were cloudy or clear, slowly raised their heads.
It passes through this impeccable line and finally falls on the "face" of the statue.
A blank face.
How many years
Even he himself can't remember it clearly.
He couldn't remember how many years had passed in this space, and he couldn't even remember what the female cultivator who changed his life with a simple move looked like...
I clearly felt that she was alive deep in my memory, but when the time came to start carving, I had no idea what to do.
Everything is her.
But she is nothing.
The Immortal in the Mist stared at the statue of a female cultivator whose facial features had not yet been carved, across a short stretch of space. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at the jade slip on the table.
The dilapidated house was covered with dust.
The old alley was silent.
The small-headed ghost and the big-headed ghost who had run away long ago did not know that when the jade slip left their hands, a certain seal on the jade slip had already changed, and it was transmitted to Jianchou's heart, who was not in the Eighteen Levels of Hell at this moment but had already arrived at the observation deck.
Of course, she was not completely confident about these two little kids.
So she left two secret marks on the jade slip. One was related to the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost. Once the jade slip was sent out from their hands, the mark would disappear and she would be able to sense it no matter how far away it was. The other was related to the jade slip itself. If the senior she wanted to ask for help checked the words recorded on the jade slip, the mark would also disappear and she would be able to detect it.
Just relying on these two marks, she could grasp a lot of information.
At this moment, the sensation of the first mark disappearing came, and Jianchou felt it. He guessed that the two little ghosts should have finished their tasks. The rest depended on whether Zhang Tang and the "Fairy in the Mist" senior were willing to help.
"His Royal Highness Prince Chujiang is currently in training. He has been instructed not to disturb him unless it is urgent. Elder, please go back first. When His Royal Highness finishes his training tomorrow morning, he will be summoned."
The towering black palace was built underground.
There was no one else in front of the hall except for a slightly plump, round-faced judge. He stretched out his hand to stop Kong Yin, the elder of the Wuchang clan who came to meet him, and asked them to go back first.
Hearing this, Kong Yin was naturally unhappy in his heart, thinking that the King of Chujiang was very difficult to please, but he had to respond respectfully and submissively on the surface.
The rest of the people had mixed reactions.
Jianchou didn't know whether others were unhappy or happy. She only knew that when she heard the judge say that King Chujiang was temporarily out of sight, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Since they were ambushed by Xie Buchen halfway, they did not delay along the way and followed Elder Kong Yin to the location of the "lookout tower".
So it is inevitable to be a little surprised.
Because it is completely different from the name "Lookout Tower". Such an important building actually has the word "Tai" in its name, but it is not built on the ground, but underground!
There is no sunlight, no light.
Ten miles below the ground behind the Ghost Gate, with the power of the ghost cultivators, they forcibly opened up a series of intricate underground tunnels that were connected like a spider web. The walls were made of solid rock, and the air was filled with the rich earth energy that made people feel dizzy, almost like being drunk.
It goes without saying that the lookout must be here.
But as soon as they came in from outside, they came here together with Elder Kong Yin. They just passed through a series of exactly the same corridors, did not see anything more important, and knew nothing about the watchtower.
At this time, going in to see King Chujiang is actually risky—
After all, they knew nothing about the Watchtower at that time, and King Chujiang's cultivation was not low. If there was some method they didn't know about, it was very likely that he would see through their disguise in an instant.
It will be difficult to explore the lookout again at that time.
But now the King of Chujiang was cultivating, and would not see them until tomorrow morning, which gave them a buffer time. Although there was only one night, with her and Qu Zhengfeng's abilities, they might be able to find out something.
The group came with great hopes of making merit, but were turned away and left, feeling inevitably unhappy.
In fact, there have always been some conflicts between the ten major ghost clans and the Eight Directions Hell Palace.
After all, they are not actually subordinates of the Eight Directions Yama Palace in name, but the power of the eight Yama Kings, especially King Qin Guang, is too strong, and the other forces can only bow to the strong.
But this does not mean that they are willing.
Especially in this situation where the other party is obviously not giving face.
After saying goodbye politely to the judge outside the palace of King Chujiang, Kong Yin led them out of the empty cave and walked into another corridor leading to the residence of the Wuchang clan.
He was in a bad mood, so of course his tone was bad too.
He just said, "Since His Royal Highness Prince Chujiang is not here today, we will also rest for a while. But these two monks from the Nineteenth Continent must be kept under strict guard. There is still a whole night until tomorrow morning, so you guys can interrogate them. It would be best if you can get some key information out of them before meeting His Royal Highness Prince Chujiang."
Catching someone is certainly a meritorious service, but it would be more appropriate if the whole process could be clearly understood, so that no one could find fault.
Jianchou and others all understood this principle.
So no one objected at the moment, and everyone responded politely.
So the group walked through this extremely complex and interconnected corridors. They met several waves of patrolling ghost cultivators along the way. They all had serious expressions and did not speak.
After a while, they arrived at the Wuchang tribe’s residence.
The ten major ghost tribes have all assigned a certain number of troops to be stationed here. Each tribe has its own area, and they do not interfere with each other, so it is quite peaceful.
The ghost soldiers of low status all lived together, but those with higher status like "Lian Zhao" and "Xiao Mou" had their own rooms.
It's a square, not very big room.
It looks very simple, without even tables and chairs. But the advantage is that the Yin energy of the earth is rich enough, to the point where one does not need to practice deliberately, but one's cultivation level will naturally increase just by being in such an environment.
After Jianchou entered his room, he carefully studied the room for a while, but found nothing unusual, so he walked out of the room with a swagger.
If she were in a different identity, she might still be cautious and find excuses for herself.
But now
She was the frivolous and dissolute Lian Zhao, and it was extremely normal for her to go out at this time, and even knock on the doors of other male cultivators, such as the sickly but handsome Xiao Mou.
“Knock knock.”
The fingernails painted with bright red nail polish tapped the stone door twice, and the door opened. Qu Zhengfeng's pale face disguised as Xiao Mou appeared in front of Jianchou.
There is no need to say much, the other party knows what she wants to do.
He was wearing a very elegant white robe, coughed twice as if he was sick, walked out of the door, and followed her footsteps.
The corridor is very long, some of it is straight and some of it is curved.
Every so often, a cluster of ghostly lights would light up, making the nearby ground look eerie and distorted.
The ghost soldiers guarding under the will-o'-the-wisp fire looked even more terrifying.
But there is no need to be afraid of sorrow.
Of course, those guarding the Wuchang tribe’s base are all the Wuchang tribe’s ghost soldiers.
She walked forward for a while, saw the ghost soldiers standing solemnly, and asked, "Where are the two monks we captured imprisoned? Junior Brother Xiao Mou and I are ordered by Elder Kong to go and interrogate them."
"Reporting to Lord Lian Zhao, he is being held in the two torture chambers at the end, but..."
Of course, the ghost soldier could not afford to provoke Lian Zhao. When he saw her walking towards him barefoot and heard the slight sound of the necklace tied on her ankles, he was frightened and buried his head, not daring to look up, but he hesitated when he spoke the last part.
Jianchou's eyebrows, which were like the tail of a willow leaf, suddenly raised: "Just what?"
The ghost soldier glanced at her quickly, then lowered his head quickly, feeling as if his soul was about to fly out, but replied: "Master Xue Yin has already gone in for interrogation."
Snow Sound
It's her again.
He is truly Lian Zhao's mortal enemy and gets in the way everywhere.
Jianchou didn't expect that there was someone who cared more about Xie Buchen and Lu Xiangleng than she did, and who got in first to interrogate them. At this moment, a dangerous light flashed in her eyes, but she only sneered and said, "She's very quick."
The ghost soldier didn't dare to speak anymore.
Qu Zhengfeng, who was dressed as Xiao Mou, of course continued to be withdrawn and taciturn, and also remained silent.
Jianchou waved his hand and said, "Junior Brother Xiaomou, let's go over and take a look."
After saying that, she walked directly past the ghost soldier and went all the way into the depths of the underground tunnel.
There were indeed two stone chambers at the end.
Jianchou released his spiritual sense to scan, then pushed open the door on the left without any hesitation, slightly raised his delicate chin, and walked in.
Inside the door was a torture chamber.
Xie Buchen was tied up tightly with the new immortal rope and tied to a three-foot stone pillar connected to the ground.
There were countless strange and archaic symbols engraved on the surface of the pillar, and at this moment, all of them were activated, emitting a cold and bloody light, transforming into one cold and violent force after another, drilling into several major acupoints on his body and penetrating straight into the cracks between his bones!
That is a kind of pain that ordinary people cannot endure!
Even with Xie Buchen's cultivation level, he couldn't fully bear it.
His usually stern eyebrows were wrinkled, and his thin lips were stained with a strange purple color. He was obviously very cold, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Xueyin, who had arrived one step ahead of Jianchou, was now standing close to him, only a few inches away from him, holding the soul-catching rope in her hand, as if she was about to do something.
But the noise made by Jianchou pushing the door open was too loud.
When she heard this, her brows jumped violently. She paused what she was doing, turned around and saw that pretty face that was so glamorous and seductive that it was disgusting.
However, the other party seemed to be unaware of her sudden hostility and disgust towards him. His ambiguous gaze moved back and forth between her and this monk from Nineteen Continents who had not yet revealed his life. After a moment, he actually laughed.
Her graceful figure trembled with laughter.
At this moment, the only word that comes to mind is "flowers and branches trembling in disorder".
"why are you laughing!"
Xue Yin was looked at by her like that. Although she knew that she didn't do anything, she didn't know why she felt guilty, as if she had done something and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
Jianchou didn't care at all, instead he was very interested: "So Senior Sister Xueyin likes this kind of good-looking gentleman..."
"What?" Xue Yin didn't react at first. When she realized what was going on, she was completely furious. "What the hell are you talking about! Do you think everyone is as shameless as you and would sleep with any man?!"
"Ahem..."
After this series of words came out, before Jianchou could say anything, Qu Zhengfeng started coughing behind him.
It was obvious that he was trying not to laugh; Jianchou could tell.
But in Xueyin's eyes, this attitude clearly made them feel guilty, as if they had really had an affair, and the look in Chou's eyes became even more contemptuous.
Jianchou was relatively calm, but she felt that the words were too harsh. After all, although she was not a person like Lianzhao, she did not think she had the right to comment on other people's lives. She frowned and really did not like this person.
His eyes moved and he raised his eyebrows slightly.
The smile on her face disappeared, and she moved closer to Xue Yin, almost face to face with her!
Being too close brings exponentially more danger!
Yukine instantly became alert.
She wanted to retreat, but she felt that retreating at this moment would weaken her momentum, so she forced herself to stay where she was and asked Jianchou coldly, "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, I just want to remind Senior Sister Xue Yin that I caught this man, so I should be the one to judge him. You don't need to worry about it. What's more, as you said, I am always good at this kind of thing. How can you be so ignorant that you dare to snatch this person from me?"
Jianchou's voice was gentle and soft, like a soft hook.
When she said this, she raised the corners of her lips with a hint of playful malice, lowered her head to Xue Yin's ear, and finished the rest of the sentence clearly and word by word.
"Especially, robbing men."