The third floor of Jianzhou.
Pang Jian leaned against the window, looking indifferent as he withdrew his gaze from Fang Boxuan.
He was surprised.
The Blood Moon leader who was first seen in Yuanmang Shattered Land and who always acted cautiously, or was too timid, actually had such an unknown side.
The second realm, the young master of the Valve Fang family
Pang Jian couldn't help but recall that when the Chixia Boat was fooled by the Molin Boat and broke through the strong wind layer again, it was Fang Boxuan who tried his best to persuade everyone to give up the idea of seeking revenge on the Demon Sect.
He was also the one who reminded everyone time and again that the Demon Sect was the strongest sect in the Second Realm.
The Fang family was originally affiliated with the Demon Sect and was the most powerful clan in the Second Realm. However, they met with a devastating disaster because they did not obey the Demon Sect's orders.
As a victim, Fang Boxuan should hate the Demon Sect to the core, so why is he still trying to persuade everyone to calm down
"Does he not want to be noticed by the Demon Sect? Or is he so scared that he doesn't even dare to think about seeking revenge?"
Pang Jian found it difficult to understand.
After that, the sword boat remained motionless.
Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of another group of people or another intelligent creature.
They longed for someone to come and pull them out of the endless quagmire of smoke.
Even if the flag that had released so many ants and was entrusted by a foreign god could reappear near the sword boat, they would feel happy and excited.
The unchanging situation and the lack of new people for too long have made everyone anxious.
However, the difficult situation of being trapped in the fog never showed any signs of improvement.
As time passed, the fire of hope in everyone's heart was extinguished day by day.
Later, everyone stopped practicing, and had no intention of practicing. They all looked at the eternal fog with confusion.
Pang Jian, who no longer comprehended the chaotic sword technique, simply maintained the existence of the spiritual power shield and silently watched the various human natures on the sword boat.
This day.
"I can't wait for a turnaround. I don't want to wait until the spiritual jade is exhausted and die from an unknown infection like Wang Ji."
An outer disciple of the Sword Tower suddenly lost his willpower after suffering from a long period of despair and fear.
He was on the deck, screaming at the endless smoke.
"puff!"
He cut his own throat with his magic sword, blood gushed from his neck, and his head fell to the ground.
The negative and desperate emotions, starting with his suicide, quickly spread and gradually infected more people.
Everyone watched as his flesh and blood first decayed, then his bones turned into bone powder and ashes, and finally became part of the "strange fog".
"Wang Xin, before I die, I want to be with you..."
An outer disciple from Heigu came to his fellow junior sister. His suppressed emotions for many years burst out, and he said with hope, "I am an outer disciple, and you are an inner disciple. Your master has always disagreed with us."
"I don't have many spiritual jades left, I'm afraid I can't hold out for a few more days. Wang Xin, if you're willing, we..."
He looked at his beloved nervously but boldly.
The petite female disciple from Heigu pursed her lips and nodded gently, and said with tears in her eyes, "I do."
So the two of them went hand in hand to the first floor of the Sword Boat, found an empty room, and went to enjoy their lovemaking.
"Zhao Liqun!"
An outer disciple of the Sword Tower held out his spirit sword and pointed at his fellow disciple, saying, "I have tolerated you for a long time! I have always known that my Phantom Cloud Sword would have a big problem just because I lent it to you to study for a few days! Zhao Liqun, you despicable villain, I almost died during a beast hunting operation because of a mistake made by the Phantom Cloud Sword!"
"I did it."
Another outer disciple of the Sword Tower sneered, "You and I both have the opportunity to be promoted to inner disciples in the next test. You are my biggest competitor. Isn't it natural for me to want you dead?"
"Haha! Zhao Liqun, we're all going to die anyway, so I have to let you go first today!"
The two Sword Tower disciples, ignoring Qi Qingsong's livid face, fought a decisive battle on the gradually opening deck.
As the sword flashed, their spiritual power shields were shattered by each other.
Almost simultaneously, they were infected by the strange power in the smoke. Their flesh and blood were corroded first, and then the dry bones stained with blood also turned into bone powder and dissipated.
During this period, Qi Qingsong, knowing that he could no longer control the situation, remained silent throughout.
In the absence of hope, the so-called order no longer has much meaning.
He had no way of restraining those who resigned themselves to their fate and those who were determined to die.
He was planning to die, so who cared about his attitude
"Bang!"
A bright and attractive outer sect female disciple from Black Valley was leaning against an inner sect disciple from Black Valley, but she suddenly attacked and killed the inner sect disciple, causing his chest to be concave.
The dark, short and ugly inner sect disciple couldn't believe it before he died. He pointed at her and asked, "Why?"
"Pooh!"
The female disciple spat, left his gradually extinguished pale blue shield, and said sternly: "If you hadn't given me some pills every now and then and taught me the way of cultivation, would I have served such a disgusting thing as you?"
"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you really think I love you and am willing to serve you?"
She suddenly looked gloomy, laughed nervously twice, and said, "Liu Hai, I have avenged you."
"Back when we were on a team together, you were killed by Fan Qi's trick. I knew I was no match for him, so I could only pretend to be ignorant and endure it. Until today, I finally killed him!"
The murderer, watching the inner sect disciple named Fan Qi die, showed a look of relief on his face.
After confirming that Fan Qi was really dead, she smiled happily and ended her life.
Despair still permeates.
After all the negative emotions fermented and brewed, all kinds of strange things broke out and frequently occurred on the sword boat.
Everyone gradually became numb.
"Living beings are all things, and human hearts are treacherous."
Zhou Qingchen also came to the window and looked down with Pang Jian. After sighing for a while, he suddenly said, "Pang Jian, I don't have enough spiritual jade in my hand."
"Um."
Pang Jian took out half of his spiritual jade and handed it to him, feeling deeply moved.
Those who are truly desperate, seeing their death approaching day by day, will not be surprised no matter what strange things they do.
He might even feel normal...
When he was in the Yunlei Forbidden Land, through a crack in space, he saw the powerful alien creature that was as big as a lion or a tiger, and it went crazy when it sensed a clear coordinate.
He finally had a deep understanding of the foreign object's eagerness at that time and the excitement of the rekindled fire of hope in his heart.
It was not until he himself was in the "strange fog" and was lost that he realized how painful it was to be in such a long, endless, desperate and helpless environment.
Death may really be a relief.
Those with weak willpower watch their spiritual jades decrease day by day, and watch the people around them being infected and turned into nothingness one by one, and their bodies and minds are being destroyed all the time.
—It is a slow torture that works on the heart and soul.
This is more terrifying than facing death.
How long has it been
Those people on the sword boat had already behaved in an ugly manner, and the dark side of their hearts burst out.
That alien object that has been wandering in the "strange fog" for who knows how many years, and how much time has it endured
He didn't even have an intelligent being that could speak. His flesh and blood had been corroded, leaving only bones.
But He is still struggling to find a glimmer of hope.
“The strong will always be strong, because they are strong in their perseverance and never give up.”
Pang Jian suddenly realized something.
He regarded Jian Zhou's loss of his way as a practice to sharpen his heart and strengthen his willpower.
He was firm in his belief and prepared to never give up even at the last step.
After some time, Pang Jian left his room and found Qi Qingsong sitting in the stands on the third floor.
"All the possessions of the deceased, including the usable spiritual jade and spiritual tools, should be distributed uniformly as long as they contain spiritual power, right?"
"For those who still have hope and are willing to continue waiting, if it is confirmed that they really have no spiritual jade on them, they can be given priority."
Pang Jian put forward his own suggestions.
Qi Qingsong was shocked and asked, "You haven't given up yet?"
Pang Jian nodded: "As long as we are alive, there is still hope."
"I… "
A ripple appeared in Qi Qingsong's calm heart.
The ripples gradually expanded, and his gray pupils began to shine little by little.
"Okay, I'll go and coordinate the dispatch!"
Qi Qingsong, who had already accepted his fate and left everyone alone, suddenly flew down from the stands on the third floor of Jianzhou and began to collect the things left behind by those who had their corpses destroyed.
He boosted the morale of the crowd.
He shouted loudly, asking everyone to keep going and never give up.
However, not many people really listened.
Many of the people who were still alive looked at him with blank eyes.
Those people were clearly still alive, but there was a look of death in their eyes.
The heart, willpower, and desire to survive seemed to have been completely corroded.
No matter what Qi Qingsong said, those people had no reaction.
They just sat there numbly, mechanically, with their bodies stiff, holding the spirit jade in their palms to absorb strength.
Once the spiritual power of the jade in their hands was exhausted, they would take out one or two more pieces and repeat the process.
Until, when they could no longer produce spiritual jade, they would let the spiritual energy barrier disappear, let themselves be infected by the thick fog, and let themselves become a part of nothingness.
They are still alive, but they seem to have died long ago.
"It's useless. No matter what you say, it means nothing to them. I think they can't hear you because there's something wrong with their souls."
Zhao Yuanqi, a silver-haired girl, sat on the deck and said to Qi Qingsong, who was trying to boost everyone's morale: "People are most afraid of completely losing hope. Over time, this is what will happen."
"Unless the sword boat successfully reaches the forbidden land of Juetian, or returns to Purgatory from this strange fog."
"Otherwise..."
Zhao Yuanqi shook her head: "Otherwise, it will be useless for them to say anything. They won't listen to you, and they may not even hear you at all."
Qi Qingsong was shocked.
Looking at the living dead sitting numbly, a feeling of fear surged in his heart, and he suddenly looked at Pang Jian on the deck.
At this time, he was thinking...
If Pang Jian had not come to him, if Pang Jian had not talked to him, if Pang Jian had not helped him strengthen his confidence and faith, would he have slowly become like those people
He didn't remember how long he had been sitting there, nor did he remember how long he hadn't spoken before Pang Jian came to him.
The survivors on the sword boat should have burst out with negative emotions and settled their grudges, but they had already done so.
It has been a long, long time since there have been any conflicts or anomalies.
On this sword boat, where many people are still alive, no one has spoken for a long time.
Walking, coming and going, talking, everyone stopped.
Qi Qingsong was also gradually becoming numb, and it seemed that at some point he would become one of those living dead who had lost hope.
He suddenly felt a great fear in his heart.
After careful observation, he found that those whose eyes were still active and who were still listening to him were indeed... not many.
"How could this happen?"
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(End of this chapter)