pain.
His face felt as if it were cut by a knife, and his body felt as if it were burned by fire.
Even when he died in the pile of zombies, Jiang Lin had never felt such pain.
He was not fully conscious yet and could only open his mouth powerlessly, letting out a silent roar.
The next moment, the strong obsession suddenly collapsed, and he fell into a dark nightmare.
I actually felt a sense of relief.
I didn't know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes again.
He rose from the midst of the rotting branches and dead leaves.
Endless resentment surges in my chest, wanting to break free at any moment and tear this unfair world apart.
Jiang Lin covered his chest and silently recited the Nine Spirits Sutra to purify the mind. After a long time, he finally suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart.
This is just a temporary solution. Jiang Lin knows very well that he needs to find a place to refine and eliminate these evil thoughts.
Otherwise, these evil thoughts will pop up at any time and affect you.
Thinking of this, he had an idea, and a cold and beautiful woman in a black robe and a pretty girl in green appeared out of nowhere in the foggy forest.
It was Huaiyin and Qingluo.
As soon as Qingluo saw Jiang Lin, she exclaimed, and Huaiyin also looked at him in surprise and doubt.
Jiang Lin realized that his current appearance was a little unusual.
He mobilized the weak spiritual power in this body and transformed it into a water mirror.
There was a blurry figure in the water mirror, vaguely showing a thin young man in a tattered green robe.
These are not the points.
The scariest thing is that when looking upwards along the neck, where the facial features should be, is actually blank!
It's really creepy to look at.
Two words suddenly popped up in Jiang Lin’s mind: Painted Skin.
He also had some wild thoughts: Mrs. White Bone turned into a male demon, now has the Painted Skin Ghost also turned into a male ghost
"Dad." Qingluo took a breath and then said with wide eyes, "You look so scary. Scarier than a skeleton."
This is not an exaggeration.
Although the White Bone Demon is a pile of dry bones, its bones have absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon for thousands of years, and its entire body is as white as jade, and it does not look creepy at all.
Huaiyin still didn't quite understand what was going on. The weak ghost in front of him looked strange, but the aura on his soul was really familiar.
"...Sir?" she called out tentatively.
Jiang Lin himself was not used to seeing this look, so he mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body and transformed himself into a different appearance.
Although it is just a sham method that only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, it is much better to look at.
"It's me," he said.
Huaiyin looked around: "What is this place? How did you end up like this?"
Jiang Lin waved his hand and said, "I need to find a place to retreat first. You two can protect me. If Huaiyin has any questions, you can ask Qingluo."
Qingluo replied crisply: "Don't worry, Dad, I've taken good care of you."
Huaiyin also said: "Please rest assured and retreat. With us here, no one dares to disturb you."
Jiang Lin nodded, and without being picky about the environment, he chose a nearby cave and closed his eyes to practice.
It took him a full 49 days to eliminate the resentment in this body, and he used the Nine Spirit Technique to reshape his body and spiritual power.
It was also because this ghost body was weak that there was almost no obstacle in its reconstruction. Otherwise, this retreat would have lasted more than forty-nine days.
The system that had been offline for many years finally showed up.
It is indeed the world of Painted Skin.
But this story is slightly different from what Jiang Lin knows.
Jiang Lin, a young scholar from a remote small town, took his sister Jiang Jin to live with his aunt who had married in the capital after his parents died unexpectedly.
My aunt was a gentle and kind woman and treated them very well.
My uncle was a fourth-rank official in Beijing. In addition to his wife, Jiang, he had several concubines. He was busy with official affairs and paid little attention to the rear quarters, but he never showed any dislike for the two of them.
Jiang Lin was grateful to his aunt and uncle and studied very hard, hoping that one day he could pass the imperial examination and bring honor to his family, and repay his aunt and uncle.
My sister is not young anymore, so she can start looking for a husband. If she has a brother who is a Jinshi, she can find a good family to marry into.
Everything seems to be moving in the right direction.
Something unexpected happened on that day.
That day, the serious and old-fashioned uncle who never cared about the affairs of the inner house suddenly called Jiang Lin and Jiang Jin to the study and asked many questions in a gentle manner. He also asked his wife Jiang to make some new clothes for Jiang Lin and Jiang Jin, so as not to mistreat his nephew and niece.
Jiang Lin and Jiang Jin were extremely grateful and only regretted that they could not repay the deep love and friendship of their uncle's family.
So, after a few days, when their uncle told them that he had the birthday of the eldest son of the Shangguan family and invited young men and women of appropriate age to visit, and asked them to change into new clothes and visit, the brother and sister did not doubt it at all.
The address for the visit was said to be a villa in the suburbs, and the uncle specially sent two old servants to drive a carriage to take them there.
An accident happened on the road. Robbers appeared, killed the old servant, and took them to an unfamiliar place.
When they were imprisoned in a dark dungeon by strange criminals, the brother and sister never doubted their relatives at all.
Besides being scared, I was also worried that my aunt and uncle would be worried since I had been missing for such a long time.
Until that day.
My younger sister Jiang Jin was pulled out roughly.
Jiang Lin fought desperately but failed to protect his sister. He waited in confusion and panic, waiting for the time when his sister would be sent back.
But what he waited for was the person who pulled his sister out that day.
The man had a black mole on the left side of his eyebrow, and looked very fierce. He looked at his face as if he was looking at some extremely precious commodity.
The memory after that...
Even though his body was dead and had turned into a ghost, Jiang Lin seemed to still be able to feel the pain and despair that penetrated deep into his bones.
He frowned and touched his face.
This place now appears to be normal because of the illusion.
But when I touched it with my fingers, it felt bare and flat.
Because of this face, the skin, flesh and facial features were peeled off alive, covered in blood.
The reason is simply that the brother and sister are so good-looking.
The young scholar was pressed on the cold stone bed like an animal. Beside him, the executioner, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, was stroking his face obsessively and boasting proudly about the future his "gentle" uncle had exchanged for him and his sister.
Then came the excruciating pain of having one's flesh and blood peeled off alive.
He died and his body was thrown into an uninhabited dense forest with a few handfuls of dirt sprinkled on it.
His sister, apparently, suffered the same tragic fate.
Why? Why do you do this to him
His sister is only fifteen!
And my uncle, he did such a vicious thing, but why didn’t he suffer retribution, but instead was promoted and had a successful career
God is unfair!
If God does not punish those people, he will punish them himself!
Endless resentment gathered here, but this fragile soul could not withstand the resentment. When it was about to dissipate, Jiang Lin came.
He became "Jiang Lin".
"So, am I the Painted Skin Ghost now?" Jiang Lin asked.
The system replied: "In fact, the Painted Skin Ghost in the story should be your sister Jiang Jin."
After all, the original body couldn't withstand the backlash of resentment and dissipated before becoming a fierce ghost.
Jiang Lin thought about the time and said, "That's bad!"
Jiang Jin was murdered earlier than him, and after he arrived, he went through a 49-day seclusion.
How is Jiang Jin now
Thinking of the things the Painted Skin Ghost did in the story and his subsequent fate, Jiang Lin's eyes darkened.
He had to find her quickly.
He walked out of the cave, and Qingluo and Huaiyin, who were guarding outside, hurriedly followed him.
"Sir..." Huaiyin had already learned a lot from Qingluo.
She finally realized that now, she was no longer in the original world.
According to legend, demons that have cultivated to an extremely high level can transcend disasters and ascend to heaven, breaking the shackles of time and space.
Huaiyin knew very well that he had done so many evil things and had never expected to survive the catastrophe and ascend to heaven.
So what about sir
The gentleman clearly did not transcend the calamity and ascend to heaven, but he was able to cross the barriers of time and space to reach other worlds, and even... changed his body.
Now she finally understood why the Lord of Black Mountain had changed his temperament so drastically. It was simply that his inner core had changed.
Sir, what on earth is he
She seemed to have a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but she didn't know where to start.
Jiang Lin looked at her and said, "Just say it if you have something to say."
Huaiyin opened her mouth, with so many doubts, and finally said only one sentence: "Sir, we can't go back to Black Mountain, right?"
Jiang Lin didn't expect her to ask this. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Probably."
Huaiyin was feeling a little depressed. Although she was cold-hearted, she had shown true love during her hundred years in Black Mountain.
She suddenly asked Jiang Lin, "Sir, you knew you wouldn't come back, so why did you lie to Xiaoqian and the others and say you were just in seclusion? I'm afraid they still hold out hope that you can come back."
Her tone was almost sharp. Huaiyin rarely questioned Jiang Lin like this.
Jiang Lin replied: "I am worried that if I tell the truth, outsiders will know that I am gone and will bully them. Setting a period of 100 years can at least deter the villains for 100 years. As for after 100 years..."
"I have done my best to consider everything for them. From now on, they can only rely on themselves."
He paused, and said uncertainly: "Time can wear away everything. After a hundred years... they should also slowly forget about me, right?"
Even though I know he won't come back, I won't be too sad.
Huaiyin stared at Jiang Lin dimly: "Sir, are you serious about what you said?"
Jiang Lin was puzzled: "What?"
Huaiyin sneered, "Even if I am cold-hearted, I can see in these hundred years how much those girls in Lanruo Temple valued you. I'm not exaggerating. Even if Xiaoqian and Ayu meet good men in the future, get married and have children, the status of those men in their hearts may not be comparable to that of you, sir."
You pull them out of the mire, help them dispel the fog and regain their new life.
"They will never forget you in their lifetime."
Jiang Lin stared at Huai Yin in a daze: "You..."
Huaiyin said calmly: "I don't have any other intentions. If you leave me in Heishan, I will definitely not feel sad for you. It's just that those girls..."
"Think about it carefully. If it were me, I would rather hear you tell the truth and say goodbye to me properly than wait in vain for a lifetime."
Huaiyin stopped talking after saying this.
The atmosphere was a little heavy for a moment.
Qingluo blinked her big eyes, looking at this and then that.
She tried to lighten the mood by saying something else: "Dad, can you give me your..."
She touched her face with her hand and said, "Restore this part? If I use my spiritual power, I can see through your current illusion. It's scary."
Jiang Lin: “…”
He touched his face. Indeed, it would have been fine if Qingluo hadn't mentioned it. As soon as she mentioned it, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable with such a face.
The Painted Skin Ghost peels off people's faces and wears their skins. Of course, it is impossible for Jiang Lin to do that.
He looked around in the emerald space and saw a thousand-petal snow jade lotus.
This is one of the many magical medicines grown by Huaiyin in Black Mountain. The flower body is huge, and each lotus petal is as big as an ordinary lantern.
The Thousand-petal Snow Jade Lotus has a jade-like texture and mild medicinal properties. It is used as an auxiliary medicine all over the body to warm and nourish the body.
It really meets Jiang Lin's needs.
He tore off a lotus petal, took out a pen, and began to carefully outline it according to his memory.
In just half a cup of tea, a lifelike face appeared under his pen, which was exactly the appearance of the original scholar Jiang Lin in his memory.
Jiang Lin used some magic to cover his face with the lotus petals, like the most exquisite and suitable mask.
Jiang Lin removed the illusion and said to Qingluo, "Look again."
The person who appeared in front of Qingluo had changed his appearance.
"Dad, you look so handsome now!" Qingluo clapped her hands.
Jiang Lin and his sister are both outstanding, otherwise they would not have been chosen by their uncle and given away to other people.
My elder brother Jiang Lin has a handsome face and extraordinary demeanor, and is exactly the type of person most admired among the scholars today.
My younger sister Jiang Jin was as beautiful as a spring flower. Mrs. Jiang had taken her out for social events a few times, and many ladies had secretly inquired whether she had been promised to someone else.
In the words of the executioner that day, they were a rare pair of talents and qualities.
Jiang Lin shook his head: It was this appearance that brought them disaster.
If the brother and sister were asked to choose, they would probably rather give it up.
He said, "This body has a younger sister who suffered the same miserable fate. I'm afraid she has turned into a ghost now. I need to find her now."
But I have no idea where to find it.
Jiang Lin thought about it and decided to go to the "villa" first.
This is not a villa for holding birthday parties at all, but a purgatory stained with innocent blood.
Even before he arrived, Jiang Lin could sense the resentment rising from the front.
His heart sank.
The villa was unattended. He walked in and saw a thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground. It was obvious that no one had been there for some time.
He walked in, his soles of shoes stepping on the fallen leaves, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.
There is no one in Zhuangzi.
In other words, there are no living people.
There are two bodies buried in the southwest corner. They have been dead for about half a month and their souls have long since dissipated.
Jiang Lin saw a wandering ghost in front of him, and from the back he saw a girl in a green dress, who seemed very young.
The soul light of the wandering soul is weak. If left unattended, it will probably dissipate in a few days.
Jiang Lin called her and she turned around.
Jiang Lin suddenly faced a bloody face, a mess of flesh and blood, and dark eyes staring straight at him.
"Have you seen my face?"
"Have you seen my face?"
The other party repeated the question blankly.
Jiang Lin suddenly knew who she was.
He was probably one of the poor people who was brutally murdered like the original person.