The Six Paths Building opened its doors to everyone, and poisonous insects, ants and beasts from the entire Tinglan Secret Realm poured in endlessly. In the room, Jing Ruchen sat by the lake, and in her tears of collapse, she saw the dark clouds rolling outside the Six Paths Building and the sky and earth changing color.
Xie Shiyi took Yan Qing to sit in the courtyard of the Human World Road, lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "Now there is no one but you and me, can we talk seriously?"
Seeing how serious he was, Yan Qing stopped joking and asked softly, "Xie Shiyi, aren't you Liulixin? Can't you guess what I want to do?"
Xie Shiyi suddenly raised his head upon hearing this and looked at Yan Qing. His eyes were dark and cold, and there seemed to be an icy blue light in the depths.
When Xie Shiyi looks at someone seriously, he always gives people the illusion of seeing through their skin and bones and understanding their soul.
Yan Qing should be the person who knows him best in the world, and his heart couldn't help but tremble at this moment.
Xie Shiyi sat across a white jade chess table from him, his long robe like red clouds, as cold and indifferent as the people in the Nandou Temple, like the other side that was out of reach.
Xie Shiyi said slowly: "Yan Qing, this Qingyun meeting is destined not to end smoothly."
Yan Qing: “Hmm?”
Xie Shiyi said clearly and calmly: "So you can't get the Yaoguang Qin."
Yan Qing couldn't laugh anymore.
Yaoguang Qin. As expected and unexpected as it was, Xie Shiyi had indeed seen through it. He lowered his head, looking at the crisscrossing chessboard on the table, looking at the two ends of the Chu River and Han River. Perhaps this time, Xie Shiyi was dragged into the game by him, and finally ran out of patience and didn't want to play along with him anymore.
Yan Qing muttered to himself, "Really?"
Xie Shiyi was silent for a while, then said calmly: "Are you sure you don't want to answer it yourself, but let me ask it?"
Yan Qing pressed his white fingertips against the chessboard, raised his head, and suddenly smiled lazily and said, "Xie Yaoyao, don't ask me like you're interrogating a prisoner."
Xie Shiyi frowned slightly but said nothing.
Yan Qing decided to take the initiative and said, "Weren't you very curious about what Huai Mingzi was doing?"
Xie Shiyi chuckled with a mocking tone, and said coldly: "When have I ever been curious about this?"
Yan Qing: “…” Yan Qing ignored his refusal to respond and said seriously: “Zi Huaiming is practicing the art of controlling nightmares. He tries to tame the living nightmares taken from the bodies of cultivators and then inoculate them into the sea of human consciousness. I have been ambushed by him several times in Shifang City before, and I am afraid that he has done something to my body…”
After listening to this, Xie Shiyi said casually, "Are you worried that you have nightmares?"
Yan Qing: “…” Why do you always speak so harshly
Yan Qing: "That's about right. After all, nightmares are immortal."
He just didn't want Xie Shiyi to know the existence of the devil.
He didn't want Xie Shiyi to know that the demon god had already lived in his body since he left the Nandou Palace.
Since Xie Shiyi insisted on an answer, it was not bad to use Huai Mingzi as a last resort. After all, he wanted the Yaoguang Qin only because he suspected that he had a nightmare.
Xie Shiyi looked at him silently.
Yan Qing suddenly thought of something and asked, "Yaoyao, if I were a demon, would you kill me?"
Xie Shiyi's calm eyes were like deep abysses, without a trace of superfluous emotion.
Yan Qing blinked, thinking of the various rumors he had heard about Xie Shiyi before, and became even more curious. He smiled and said, "Yes, they said that you don't need a magic weapon to kill demons. Then, Alliance Leader, can you directly see that I have a nightmare in my body?"
After hearing this, Xie Shiyi looked away and said calmly, "I can't see you."
Yan Qing: "Will you kill me?"
Xie Shiyi said: "No."
Yan Qing laughed out loud, and the smile spread to her peach blossom eyes, sparkling and bright: "Are you making an exception for me?"
Xie Shiyi did not answer this question.
Yan Qing rested his elbows on the table, stroking his chin, and smiled: "Not bad, Xie Shiyi. You really guessed everything. The Ice and Snow Glazed Heart is worthy of its reputation - in all these years, have you ever guessed one thing wrong?"
The apricot blossoms in the courtyard fell on the table, splashing tiny dewdrops and giving off a fresh fragrance.
Xie Shiyi looked at the apricot blossom and said calmly, "Yes."
Yan Qing: "Ah?" Yan Qing was stunned: "What did you guess wrong?"
Xie Shiyi pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and covered all his emotions: "A lot."
Hell Road. Yin Wuwang dragged his severed hand, like a walking corpse, and walked down numbly to the sound of the whistle. In the darkness, he watched a group of Liuguang Sect disciples pour into the Liudao Building from the door, each with a look of surprise and joy on their face.
The whistle sounded again, stimulating the nerves in my brain.
He walked out.
"Yin Wuwang?" A disciple from the Liuguang Sect's family was slightly stunned when he saw him.
Yin Wuwang covered his severed hand, his face pale, and looked up at them and said anxiously: "Hurry up and follow me."
"What?"
Yin Wuwang said, "The bugs in the magma will crawl onto the shore soon. A bite from these bugs will kill you! Hurry up and follow me to the second floor!" Yin Wuwang was covered in blood and looked so miserable that the people of Liuguang Sect did not suspect anything. Looking at the phantom insects in the magma, he could not help but shiver and just wanted to leave quickly: "Okay."
Yin Wuwang said: "You guys follow me."
The evil ghost said, no matter how evil a ghost is, it cannot compare to the human heart. The green smoke and fog dispersed the crowd. Yin Wuwang silently counted the numbers in his mind, one. He covered a person's face, his mouth and his eyes, so that he could not scream and could not see himself clearly. Because of the broken hand, he chose to bite through the man's neck with his teeth. When the blood splashed into his eyes, he trembled. The dantian rotated rapidly, and the cultivation was growing at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye. Then soon, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind.
He frowned, but didn't pursue the matter any further.
2. When I killed the second person and took away his heart's blood, my mind gained another part of memories that did not belong to me.
In his memory, there was a dark high wall, and outside the wall, there were people kneeling on the ground. Looking into the distance, at the end of the dark sky, there was a sea of blood and corpses. He held a cup in his hand and slowly walked to the parapet. He lowered his eyes and saw blood-red flowers slanting in the cracks of the parapet. But this red was not as red as the clothes of that person. When he saw the red, he couldn't help but want to pull it out by the roots, just like pulling out the thorn stuck in his throat that made him gnash his teeth!
Behind him stood a group of people respectfully. Only one person was sloppy, holding a folding fan and looking casual. The man's voice was familiar yet unfamiliar, and he smiled lazily, "Seventh Master, do you think it took a quarter of an hour to pour these three glasses of wine? If you ask me, the city lord is old and his legs and hands are not working well, so he should not go to such trouble in the future."
The eunuch behind him was so angry that he said in a shrill voice, "Young City Lord, when the hundred cities come to pay homage, please be careful about your behavior."
Fold the folding fan.
The man's wrist was as white as jade, but the winding red line on it made people feel very evil at first glance.
He tilted his head and smiled at the eunuch: "Huh? Is this the Hundred Cities Festival? You took so much trouble to bring me here, but you didn't choose a concubine for me?"
Seventh Grandpa: “…”
"I thought that the Seventh Eunuch had put a lot of effort into it. I have already found hundreds of city lords in my search for beauties."
The Seventh Eunuch was so angry that he wanted to pull out the whisk.
Dong. He couldn't listen any more, and the third cup of wine from the morning sacrifice fell to the ground. He felt offended and disobeyed, and suppressed his anger and murderous intent, turned his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Yan Qing."
Yan Qing...
Three, four, five.
As he killed more and more people, those fragmented and incomplete memories emerged one after another. At first, he could clearly know that these memories did not belong to him, but later he was immersed in them. He had a trance illusion that these memories belonged to him—
No, not at all.
Yin Wuwang woke up in shock, feeling terrified!
But immediately another deafening bone whistle sounded, shattering his brief sanity and making him fall into the madness of killing again.
“Yin Wuwang…” “Ugh! You!” He stepped on a man’s back, stretched out his hand from behind, and strangled his neck bit by bit.
As the breath of the person under his feet slowly disappeared, his whole body seemed to be washed by the tide.
The more people he killed, the more bizarre his memories became.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen.
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three.
A pond full of red lotus.
The corridors filled with bones. The dark stone chambers filled with all kinds of strange bottles and jars. And at the end of the deep palace, even if he sat on a high seat, he couldn't ignore the blood-colored thread winding to the ground.
The red thread was wrapped around a person's pale fingers. He sneered in his heart, looking up with disgust and vigilance. He saw a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes, lazy, like a sleeping beast, ready to kill you when you are not prepared.
The "self" in his memory was crazy and extreme. However, what Yin Wuwang felt most deeply was arrogance. He looked down upon everyone else, even the young city lord whom he hated to the core. He only thought that he was just a little kid, and one day he would grind him to dust and refine him into a puppet.
Yin Wuwang stumbled into this evil ghost maze, his face covered in blood, his eyes emitting a faint green light in the dark room.
Yin Wuwang laughed grimly.
How ironic.
He has been inferior to the bone all his life. Because of his inferiority, he lives like a clown. Because of his inferiority, he has a dark mind, extreme personality, and always narrow-minded and vicious thoughts.
People always talk about him as a joke after dinner. He had rammed his head against the barrier that separated geniuses and trash in Nanzezhou, but he was unable to break it.
And now, he actually experienced the arrogance of a genius. Looking at the whole world from another perspective is really subversive. Extreme inferiority just happens to correspond to extreme pride.
Fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six. For some reason, many people kept pouring into the Liudao Building. Yin Wuwang didn't kill people randomly.
The whistle in his mind was his guide in the chaos, leading him forward in the fog to find the right prey.
When he killed the sixty-sixth person, the madness in Yin Wuwang's eyes had calmed down. If there was a mirror, he would be able to see that his eyes were as clear as jade, and there was a faint look of contempt and pride on his face, which he simply did not possess.
In the same evil ghost road, Bai Xiaoxiao and Yan Lexin's lovemaking was interrupted by the collapse of a wall. Fortunately, Yan Lexin was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and was a direct disciple of the master, and he also had some magic weapons given to him by the master. He led Bai Xiaoxiao out of the evil ghost road smoothly and arrived at the Shura Road.
Yin Wuwang walked slowly on the evil ghost road alone. The unpredictable ghost wall seemed to him like a trifle. Yin Wuwang's eyes moved, but this time his voice was particularly strange, with two different voice lines, which were rare.
"Killing like this is too troublesome."