Chapter 23 Chapter 23 I forgot to tell you, you can’t live…

Sang Ling is dead.

What a joke.

It's such a joke.

Wuyao Immortal Venerable continued, "There's no need to remove the cenotaph. It will be useful today."

His words were powerful, but they were so light that they could not enter his ears.

Hua Ying raised his eyes in panic and smiled, "Elder Yao, please don't lie to us."

Wu Yao Xian Venerable gave him a cold look and walked towards the immortal tomb alone.

Immortal Master Xiang Heng didn't know how he got to the immortal tomb. He only knew that when he came to his senses, he was already outside the immortal tomb.

Someone built a small cenotaph at the immortal's tomb, and in front of it was a simple tombstone. The whole cenotaph looked very simple, which was simply laughable.

The simple tombstone was engraved with a few ugly words: "Sang Ling's Tomb - Engraved by close friend Sang Ling"

The weird epitaphs and weird tombstones can hurt one's eyes.

A figure was lying quietly in front of the tombstone, dressed in white without any jewelry. His body was so thin that it seemed as if it would sink into the ground at any moment. Immortal Master Xiang Heng suddenly felt that his eyes were blurry and he could not see anything clearly.

How could the person lying there so quietly be Sang Ling?

Just a few days ago, she still had the energy to speak up for herself, but now that Lian Wan has been found out to be a spy from the demon clan, she should stand up and point her finger at them and scold them for being ignorant and stupid.

How could that lifeless figure be Sang Ling?

Behind him, Miaomiao and Zhang Fan had also followed at some point. When they saw the figure in front of the tombstone, they stumbled past Xiang Heng Xianzun and knelt in front of the tombstone.

Miaomiao cried in grief: "Big Sister!"

Zhang Fan turned his back and cried, trying his best to hold back his tears.

It seems very clear who is in front of the monument.

They were not given even the slightest chance to deceive themselves.

It was only ten steps away from the monument, but with every step Xiang Heng found it increasingly difficult to breathe. When the distance got closer, his breathing had completely stopped.

It’s Sang Ling for sure.

It was Sang Ling's body.

Hua Ying had grasped a stone sword in his hand at some point. It was the stone sword in Sang Ling's right pavilion. The stone sword was dull, but in his hand, it was very effective in hurting people.

He stepped forward and placed his index finger under the nose of the corpse. A breeze blew, and at that moment it seemed like breathing.

But he knew clearly that there was no such thing.

There was no breathing, no heartbeat, no temperature. He was no different from the corpses he had looked at calmly in the past. Why was it that this happened when Sang Ling took his place?

Bai Wu and Chen Sheng also came, followed by all the outer and inner disciples. It was a spontaneous mourning.

They were silent, but the sadness in their eyes spoke volumes about their emotions.

The eldest senior sister of Cangwu Immortal Mansion died. She did not die in the dangerous Ghost Abyss, but died in the peaceful and harmonious Cangwu Immortal Mansion.

Immortal Xiang Heng's legs felt like they were filled with lead, and it took him a long time to finally reach the corpse. Sang Ling looked very peaceful, as if she was sleeping, her face still rosy, as if she would open her eyes and wake up in the next second.

Immortal Master Xiang Heng waited for a long time, but Sang Ling did not come back to life. He just had an illusion in the sun that she would wake up.

When he woke up from the dream, he suddenly remembered that the prediction made by the leader of Xiaohe Sect that day in seven days was exactly right, but he did not give him any chance to make amends.

Wuyao Immortal Venerable sighed, and even his voice sounded a little older, "Master, bury Sang Ling as soon as possible. She has seen enough of this farce."

Immortal Master Xiang Heng held the corpse in his arms without saying a word, his eyes still.

Bai Wu knelt down first, his face full of tears. He shouted in a trembling voice: "Bai Wu respectfully sends Senior Sister off!"

At this moment, there was no longer any distinction between inner and outer sect disciples. All the disciples knelt down like him and shouted, "We respectfully send off our senior sister!"

Immortal Xiang Heng finally let go.

Just as Wu Yao Xian Zun was about to send people to collect the body, SARS suddenly spread everywhere. When he opened his eyes again, the body was already in Ping Jia's arms.

He stared at the face in his arms, and suddenly smiled and said, "Senior Sister is not dead."

Wuyao Immortal Venerable frowned and shouted: "Pingjia, let your senior sister rest in peace!"

Ping Jia's pupils stood up straight, not shying away from showing his half-demon features in front of everyone in the sect. He bared his sharp teeth and shouted like a madman, "Senior Sister is not dead!"

Hua Ying reached out, trying to take back the body, "Ping Jia, calm down!"

Ping Jia hugged the body even deeper, his eyes full of madness, "I deserve to die like this, how could I die if Senior Sister didn't kill me?"

Xiang Heng Xian Zun frowned tightly, "Ping Jia, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Ping Jia pulled his lips, revealing a natural cruelty, "I deserve to die, my elder brother deserves to die, and you, Master, deserve to die too. Senior Sister should have come back to kill us. Didn't she come back alive from Ghost Abyss? Why can't she do that this time?"

Hua Ying closed his eyes deeply and cruelly exposed his fantasy, "Why not? We didn't see Sang Ling's corpse that time in Guiyuan, we only saw the life lamp extinguished. But now Sang Ling's corpse is lying in your arms, how can you still deceive yourself!"

Immortal Xiang Heng was too weak to lower his hands. He spoke with difficulty: "Let your senior sister rest in peace."

Ping Jia stood there and watched indifferently. The cenotaph that Immortal Xiang Heng had originally set up for Sang Ling was reopened, waiting for the corpse to be placed inside.

When Hua Ying approached Pingjia and wanted to take the body and bury it, an accident happened.

Suddenly, yellow sand flew up from the immortal tomb, covering people's eyes. When they opened their eyes again, Pingjia had disappeared.

Disappeared along with him was Sang Ling's body.

Ping Jia's paranoid voice came: "Senior Sister will never die, I will make her wake up!"

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A pair of white embroidered shoes was hanging from a tree not far away, swaying back and forth as if the shoe was in a good mood.

The person on the tree was none other than Sang Ling, who had found the best viewing seat.

She looked at Immortal Xiang Heng's loss of composure, Hua Ying's pain and Ping Jia's madness with calm eyes, and still found them funny.

Watching them mourn, watching them feel like dying, watching them regret their actions, the memories of the few days since returning to the clan slowly flashed through his mind, making their current gaffe seem particularly funny.

Even Ping Jia's sudden madness could not make her feel the slightest bit of sympathy. He was the one who chose Lian Wan in every choice, but what he said did make sense, and he deserved to die.

But if one has the awareness that one deserves to die, one should also have the determination to die. Why is it that the knife works against Sang Ling and Lian Wan, but not against themselves?

This was a mourning that came seven days late. The one mourning was not Sang Ling or Yuan Bo, but the debt they could not forgive themselves for, and their wrong choices.

What if Lian Wan is not a spy from the demon clan?

Then Sang Ling would really die and lie in that immortal tomb, leaving them to grieve. They still would not regret their choice, but would only grieve for this death.

Going back to seven days ago, their choice would not have changed.

It is wrong in itself to say that Lian Wan is a bad person in order to prove that their choice is wrong.

They had never discovered that Lian Wan was a spy from the demon clan, nor had they discovered that a new soul had already been replaced in Sang Ling's shell.

They still enjoyed Sang Ling's passionate love as before, but did not care about her at all.

Belated apologies and regrets are useless. Even if the three of them reacted strongly, their original bodies had already died in the Ghost Abyss, in the farce seven days ago.

Because of Ping Jia's actions, the immortal tomb was in chaos. Suddenly, a figure fell from the branches and landed next to Sang Ling.

"Are you satisfied with this scene?"

Sang Ling glanced sideways and saw Fu Yan's face again.

Fu Yin looked at the messy immortal tomb and was very satisfied with the commotion caused by the fake corpse he created.

Sang Ling praised him: "Well done." It was like praising a large dog wagging its tail.

Fu Wei stared at her, and although there was a smile in his eyes, there was a hint of danger.

Sang Ling seemed puzzled and reached out his hand to gently touch Fu Yan's head twice.

Fu Wei didn't stop her and let her do it.

At this moment, the feeling of soothing a feral dog became even stronger.

Sang Ling did it on purpose. There was no other way. The painful memory of being knocked into the Ghost Abyss by this Demon Lord was too real. And his indifferent yet pitiful eyes were deeply engraved in her memory.

Even though he is helping me now, all the troubles were caused by this unfathomable Demon Lord.

So far, Fu Yan has not given her any good memories, and her original body actually died at his hands. Sang Ling does not have any complicated emotions towards him, she just simply dislikes him.

But she couldn't defeat Fu Ying and could only fight back slightly.

If the Demon Lord is angry, there is nothing she can do.

Fu Yan's expression did not change. Instead, he laughed dully twice. He reached out, grabbed Sang Ling's hand, and took it off his head.

'Click! 'There was a crisp sound of bones breaking.

The next second, Sang Ling's wrist dropped limply.

This demon lord broke her hand.

Sang Ling was not surprised at all. She held her hand and took it back in one motion. She moved it to relieve the pain.

When she was a trainee dancing, she often got injured and dislocated due to some difficult moves. As a result of the long-term illness, she became a doctor and now she is very skilled.

It's just a minor dislocation, I'm afraid it's already a favor from this Demon Lord.

She glanced at Fu Wei's messy hair that she had touched, "If you don't want to, just speak directly, my hands are still very precious."

She glanced at him again and for no reason felt that Fu Yan's hair was particularly nice to touch.

Fu Wei laughed out loud and looked at Sang Ling with eyes that seemed like he was looking at something strange and was quite interested.

"Have I ever told you that I like to turn the monsters I'm interested in into mummies?"

Sang Ling looked at him, seemingly puzzled.

"Interesting things should naturally be watched day and night. Now, I think you are very interesting."

Sang Ling looked at him suspiciously, with a puzzled expression, "You want to turn me into a mummy?"

Fu Yan raised his lips: "How clever."

Sang Ling turned around and said nothing.

Fu Wei became interested and asked almost teasingly, "You won't resist?"

Sang Ling showed no expression, and simply replied: "Master Demon is so powerful, I can't resist him. If he uses the Ten Directions Curse on me, I can only wait for death."

Fu Yan lowered his eyes, looked at her with a smile, and said, "There is no need for me to take action."

Sang Ling had a bad feeling.

Fu Yan's phoenix eyes slightly raised, with an unfathomable smile in her eyes.

"You seem to look down on my Ten Directions Mantra. Why do you need a second one?"

Sang Ling frowned.

Fu Yan seemed to wake up, and raised his lips as if he suddenly realized something.

"Did I forget to tell you that the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet can only protect you for a month or so?"

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