Sword boat.
Qi Qingsong looked around, looking at the people who still had their own consciousness and were listening to him attentively.
—Only a few people.
Zhao Yuanqi, Dong Tianze, Fang Boxuan, Lu Lingchan, Ye Fei…
He suddenly shouted, "Pang Jian, go to every room! Gather those who are still alive and able to move to the stands on the third floor!"
"good!"
Pang Jian took action upstairs.
"Boom! Boom!"
He kicked open the doors one by one and started searching from the third floor.
At this moment, something strange happened on the deck!
A sharp silver hairpin stabbed from behind Lu Lingchan, broke through the barrier with a "puff" and pierced Lu Lingchan's back.
"when!"
The sound of metal clashing was heard at Lu Lingchan's back.
She wore it close to her skin, protecting her heart and back, and it helped her block the fatal blow.
She turned around abruptly.
She looked at Huang Ying, who was specially arranged by her father, with an incredulous look, and said in a trembling voice, "Aunt Huang, why?"
Huang Ying, who had taken good care of her since she was a child and whom she regarded as another mother, actually plotted against her and killed her!
If it weren't for the heart-protecting armor bestowed upon her by her master, the silver hairpin would have penetrated her heart from the back after passing through the shield!
"Aunt Huang, why do you treat me like this?"
Lu Lingchan's voice was filled with tears.
The terrifying "strange fog" did not defeat her, and the deaths of her companions one after another did not shake her strong heart.
But Huang Ying, who had taken care of her and doted on her since she was a child, suddenly attacked her, causing her to have a mental breakdown.
She couldn't accept it!
"Yellow Oriole, haha, interesting!"
Fang Boxuan was grinning strangely in the distance.
Qi Qingsong was also stunned.
"Your last name is Lu, and mine is Huang."
"In my early years, I entered your Lu family as a guest as a casual cultivator. Late one night, your father suddenly broke into my room and took possession of me by force."
"Afterwards, he gave me a lot of practice resources and made a lot of promises to me."
"I got the cultivation resources, but none of the promises he made were fulfilled."
"He actually! Haha, he actually asked me to take care of you since you were little and treated you as his daughter!"
"ridiculous!"
"You, Lu Lingchan, are not my child. Why should I take care of the child he had with another woman?"
"But I am afraid of him, and I am also afraid of your master. What can I do if I don't want to? I can only smile, endure all kinds of grievances, and do what they tell me to do."
"Today, I am about to die, and I can't bear it anymore!"
"Lu Lingchan, I hate you! I hate your father, and your entire Lu family!"
Huang Ying knew that if she failed to hit the target, she would lose the opportunity forever, so she committed suicide.
She had spoken harshly to Fang Boxuan and was extremely contemptuous and indifferent to him before, but it turned out that the person she truly hated and wanted to kill was the Miss Lu, whom she had always served so attentively.
“The human heart is the most complicated thing.”
After listening to her story, Fang Boxuan, who was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, expressed some emotion.
He shook his head and sighed: "As long as she could see hope and a future, she could have endured it all the time and served you with a smile. But when she knew she would die, she no longer suppressed her hatred and chose to take the risk."
Lu Lingchan sat there in a daze, looking at Huang Ying's corpse, slowly being infected by the unknown power in the smoke.
She seemed to have lost her soul for a moment.
On the other side, the third floor of the sword boat.
Pang Jian stood at the door of a room, frowned slightly, and looked towards the bed.
"Nie You..."
As an inner sect disciple of Jianlou, Nie You, who once doubted him, studied under the elder Wang Ce.
At this moment, on the bed in Nie You's room, there were only his remaining clothes, but no trace of his body.
—Nie You is obviously dead.
Pang Jian walked over and checked the storage bracelet with his mind consciousness and found that there were still hundreds of pieces of spiritual jade inside.
These spiritual jades are actually enough for Nie You to hold on for a while.
Nie You probably felt that he would die sooner or later, and he couldn't bear the pain, so he ended his life early.
"Mindset, willpower, and cultivation talent have nothing to do with it."
Pang Jian said secretly.
The fact that Nie You was chosen by Wang Ce and became an inner disciple of the Sword Tower is enough to prove that he has extraordinary talent.
So what
Wasn't it because of his weak willpower that he couldn't hold on for long and then died of a mental breakdown
While thinking this, Pang Jian went to the next room to search and saw the remaining utensils and clothes.
The person, however, had long disappeared.
After checking, he found that the spiritual energy of all the things left by his fellow disciple had been drained away.
Not to mention spiritual jade, this person didn't even leave behind a piece of spiritual stone.
This shows that this person fought to the end.
“This is a little better.”
The Pang family continued their search.
Another room.
"Senior sister, you..."
Pang Jian stood at the door in surprise.
In the house that was opened in advance, a gentle woman in blue with black hair falling naturally like a waterfall was sitting at the dressing table, dressing herself up carefully.
She has picturesque eyebrows, beautiful features, and elegant and calm manners.
Seeing Pang Jian appear at the door, she smiled calmly and said, "I heard you. You guys go to the stage to gather first. I'll be there later."
Pang Jian was stunned for a moment, and asked, "May I ask your name, Senior Sister?"
But in his memory, there was no such woman in front of him at all.
The sword boat entered the "strange fog" from the Yuanji broken land and drifted in the vast smoke for so long, during which countless terrifying and strange events happened.
This woman never showed up!
She should have been huddled in her room, standing at her window, witnessing everything.
But she never left the room and had no contact with anyone.
Now, she appears to be so calm and has the leisure to beautify her appearance.
This was the first time Pang Jian had met such a person.
"Zhuang Yuyan."
The woman held the eyebrow tattoo brush and answered with a smile.
"Okay, Senior Sister Zhuang."
Pang Jian turned and left, doubtfully, and went down the stairs to the second floor.
Zhuang Yuyan's room is at the corner of the third floor of Jianzhou. It is the farthest from the third floor stands, but it is the only way to travel between the second and third floors.
"Has the door always been open? Or did it open for me because it heard me breaking the door time and time again and was afraid that I would destroy it?"
Pang Jian was having wild thoughts.
"Boom! Boom!"
He broke open the tightly closed doors one by one.
In every room that followed, Pang Jian no longer saw any living life.
The couple in Heigu who had gone to the vacant room hand in hand before also turned into nothingness, leaving only their clothes and belongings.
"Those people upstairs could all hear Qi Qingsong talking. Those who didn't come out on their own are probably dead."
Zhuang Yuyan's calm voice came from the third floor to the first floor, and she said slowly, "Put your things in order and come up."
"Oh well."
Pang Jian answered.
Not long after.
There were eleven people sitting on the stands on the third floor of Jianzhou, from Jianlou and Heigu.
Pang Jian, Qi Qingsong, Zhou Qingchen, Dong Tianze, Fang Boxuan, Zhao Yuanqi, Lu Lingchan, Ye Fei, Zhuang Yuyan, Lü Lianchen, Guo Hongyuan.
There are more survivors outside, but they are already desperate.
No matter what Qi Qingsong said, no matter how much encouragement he gave them, they turned a blind eye and a deaf ear.
Those people were all immersed in their own world, as if waiting for death to come.
"I called everyone here because I think if you don't communicate and just sit there, you will become the same as those people below." Qi Qingsong sighed and said, "As long as we are alive, there is still hope. I hope everyone can hold on to their hearts."
"Everyone can chat about things in your cultivation realm, interesting things you've encountered in life, it doesn't matter what you say."
"Just don't keep silent, keep dwelling on trivial matters, and stop thinking about hopeless things."
Qi Qingsong expressed his opinion
Lu Lingchan, whose heart had just suffered a strong shock, was depressed and said nothing.
Zhou Qingchen, Fang Boxuan and others looked at each other.
Zhao Yuanqi and Dong Tianze were people of few words to begin with, and they remained silent and indifferent after hearing this.
Lu Lianchen and Guo Hongyuan were outer disciples of Jianlou and Heigu. They seemed a little restrained and did not say a word.
Zhuang Yuyan pursed her lips, looked at the people in front of her with a smile, and seemed to find them amusing.
But she didn't say anything either.
As a result, Qi Qingsong, who had encouraged everyone, found that the situation had not changed. Although he gathered everyone together, no one was interested in talking.
This went on for a long time.
Qi Qingsong, the convener, suddenly took out a wine pot and wine cup, placed them in the middle of the crowd, and asked tentatively: "How about we drink some wine first?"
"Okay."
Zhou Qingchen was the first to respond. He raised his hand and released a ray of spiritual light. He pulled the wine jug and wine glass over, filled the glass and started drinking.
Over in the Black Valley, Lu Lingchan, the valley master's direct disciple, was the second responder.
She moved the bamboo flute in her hand, but the wine glasses did not move. Instead, she pulled a silver pot filled with wine over.
Regardless of what others thought of her, Lu Lingchan drank recklessly, even more recklessly than Zhou Qingchen!
In a blink of an eye, she finished the pot of wine and looked at Qi Qingsong again.
Qi Qingsong, who was tactful, immediately took out more silver pots filled with wine, placed them in front of everyone, and shouted: "Don't be polite, I have a lot of wine in my hands, I will make sure you enjoy it!"
"My wine is not good, but there are some."
Zhou Qingchen responded to him and took out a few jars of liquor and pushed them in front of everyone.
“I have delicious food!”
Fang Boxuan took over.
He took out a lot of dried meat made from ferocious beasts and a lot of cooked food from his storage bracelet, and pushed them to the open space in front of everyone: "Even if there is no hope, even if we will all be annihilated here, we should enjoy the last good time!"
Qi Qingsong said angrily: "Fang Xuan, shut up!"
"I'm speaking the truth, unlike you who just talk nonsense." Fang Boxuan snorted.
The two started arguing.
Dong Tianze didn't care about the quality of the wine. Since he and Zhou Qingchen were close, he pulled the jar of wine that Zhou Qingchen had taken out over to him.
After hesitating for a moment, he also followed the others and drank.
Soon, he looked drunk and was the worst off among the group.
His face was as red as pig liver. He didn't eat a piece of meat. He pulled another jar of wine and continued to drink. He stared at Pang Jian opposite him with red eyes.
"Dong boy, this isn't your first time drinking, right?"
Qi Qingsong was surprised.
Dong Tianze ignored him and suddenly became furious, staring at Pang Jian and questioning, "Tell me the truth, after taking Black Iron Mountain away, did you secretly go to the Meteorite Sea?"
"That unknown piece of nameless land, and those divine guards, are you planning to take it all for yourself?"
The obsession in his heart exploded here.
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(End of this chapter)