069. Bloody Night
Qingling slept until night, then got up at midnight to practice.
Shang Changheng sat at the table in the room, flipping through the pages of the book that Qingling had just bought. The writing of Daxia was not much different from that of ancient Zhou, and even the pronunciation was only slightly different.
But his eyes still glanced at Qing Ling from time to time. The man was only wearing a thin middle-length shirt, and his long hair was neither tied up nor rolled up. It was just casually pulled down to one shoulder. There were red marks on his white neck. He was slender and beautiful, with a clear collarbone half hidden in the lapels. He was like a white jade statue, and his indifference seemed to be compassion for all living beings.
Shang Changheng wants to protect him.
His Yin energy contained evil spirits, but Qing Ling, who had been immersed in Yin energy for a long time, did not react much. He could even turn his Yin energy into his own use when he breathed in and out. Although this physique could not be used to practice thunder magic, it was a pure Yin body that was gifted by nature. He was born with extremely high spiritual inspiration and could communicate with heaven and earth.
Qingling was very peaceful. Shang Changheng moved his gaze to the pages of the book again. He pointed his finger and the pages turned by themselves. He had been a ghost for some time and was very adept at using these little tricks.
Suddenly, the page of the book stopped halfway through being turned. Shang Changheng's originally gentle expression suddenly changed, and the sinister and vicious look of an evil ghost filled his brows. He casually turned the Yin energy into a barrier, blocking Qingling on the couch, and then his figure appeared in front of the window in the blink of an eye.
"Sure enough, what the monk said was right. It is indeed a rare and powerful medicine."
There was a hoarse laugh coming from outside the window; the sound was vague and didn't sound like human speech.
Shang Changheng also smiled silently.
If it's not a human, then everything is fine.
He did not alarm Qingling, but appeared outside the window. Outside the window of the guest room was facing the backyard. Shang Changheng's figure was floating in the air. When he lowered his head, he saw four blurry figures standing in the yard. The key point was that there was a monk in a red robe not far away.
When their eyes met, Luo Jia couldn't hide his shock.
He had always felt an extremely vicious evil spirit and thought it was a powerful ghost controlled by a Taoist who could control ghosts. But the one in front of him... didn't seem like an irrational ghost slave.
In a flash, Shang Changheng guessed what was happening before him. This bald donkey still hadn't given up on Qing Ling and actually asked for help. He was immediately furious.
The emotions of evil spirits are easily out of control. The moment Shang Changheng's face turned gloomy, the terrifying murderous aura that had been restrained all along poured down like a waterfall. After the sunset, the sky was covered by dark clouds again, and the courtyard suddenly became damp and cold. He knew that Luo Jia was a living person, but he still couldn't control the murderous intent that had already surged like a wave.
"You're looking for death."
When these three words came out, Luo Jia felt that something was wrong, and he quickly explained: "Misunderstanding! They forced me to come here!"
The faces of the other four people could not be seen at all. One could just make out a human figure. After being hit by Shang Changheng's Yin energy, their figures became even blurrier. The four of them were panicking at this moment. They exchanged glances with each other, neither human nor ghost. No one could understand how such a ferocious ghost could be hiding here!
"A rare and powerful medicine?" Shang Changheng cast a sinister gaze filled with resentment on the four figures. He stretched out his hand and grabbed in mid-air. The four figures who were about to escape were immediately trapped in place.
Ghosts kill people without reason, especially powerful evil ghosts, who will always have the upper hand. Therefore, when encountering such tricky things in the underworld, they will choose to seal and imprison them, waiting for the evil ghosts to dissipate on their own when the time comes. Ghosts eat ghosts like big fish eat small fish. The weaker party has no chance of turning the tables and is just a persimmon that can be squeezed at will.
Just when Shang Changheng was about to swallow these four things and then deal with the monk, he suddenly felt something was wrong and stopped moving.
At this moment, Zhu Lezhi's voice came from the next room: "Don't! Senior, don't touch them!!!"
As she spoke, the girl leaned out from the second floor and said hurriedly: "Living souls! They are living souls! These bastards are ghost cultivators, and if you kill them, it will be considered murder!"
Of course Shang Changheng also discovered that these four ghosts were actually alive, which clearly meant that their souls had left their bodies.
Luo Jia and the four others all breathed a sigh of relief for a moment.
If I tell them that there is a ghost that is so fierce but still rational and has never killed anyone, who would believe it?
How outrageous, how ridiculous!
But this has become their only way of survival at the moment. As long as the evil ghosts fear the laws of nature and dare not hurt people, they can't do anything to them.
At this time Miao Yuan also poked his head out and continued Zhu Lezhi's words, "The method they practice is to cultivate the soul body, which is quite similar to Qiu Ping's. Their real bodies must be not far from here. Donor Shang, please don't be impulsive. Wait for this poor monk and Donor Zhu to find their physical bodies and save them."
Luo Jia was shocked.
As a Buddhist disciple, he also understands Chinese and of course knows what salvation means.
But why do these two words carry a hint of murderous intent when they come from the mouth of this righteous monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes? !
Is this something a monk would do?
Zhu Lezhi nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, there is nothing good in Yuzhou's Yinxing, wait for the girl to find their bodies and send them to see the Buddha."
After they finished speaking, they retracted their heads at the same time. They naturally had their own methods, and they should go looking for their physical bodies.
Shang Changheng: “…”
Before he could even say "no need", the two men ran away in a hurry, as if they were afraid that if they were a moment late, he would start a killing spree.
He turned his gaze to the four living souls that were already twisted with anxiety.
The four of them were regretting their lives at this moment. Even if the King of Heaven came today, no one would believe that there was a ghost that could make them unable to escape with just a pinch!
"Sir, please talk nicely." The hoarse androgynous voice that had just spoken rang out again. It was the one standing in front of the four people, but this time his tone was a bit flattering: "We..."
"Nothing to say."
Shang Changheng interrupted him before he even finished listening. He had his own plans. If Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan were not here today, could he just watch these ants go away?
There is no way, everyone will die.
Shang Changheng glanced at the drum on Le Yanluojia's waist. It was made of human bones, human skin, and human soul. It was such a sinister magical weapon.
He raised his hand without hesitation.
The drum still wanted to resist, trembled, and finally flew out from Luojia's waist and hung in the air.
This scene seemed so familiar to Luo Jia. He suddenly understood what Shang Changheng wanted to do. If the little ghost inside retaliated, he would be the first to die. He immediately roared with bloodshot eyes: "Stop! Stop!"
Shang Changheng will certainly not stop. He always leaves room for maneuver when he does things. If someone keeps offending me, he will kill him.
So he mercilessly took out his long sword and chopped the drum in one blow. In an instant, countless wailing sounds resounded through the sky, and evil spirits emitting a bloody smell poured out from the broken magic weapon. Souls with twisted and cruel faces of death escaped from it one after another. They were trapped in the drum, nurturing the evil spirit day after day. The evil ghosts filled with hatred and unwillingness finally waited for the day of revenge.
Seeing this, Luo Jia wanted to escape hastily, but those evil spirits would not let him leave. Before Luo Jia could take out other magical tools, Shang Changheng had already waved his hand and snatched all his rosary bags in front of him.
Luo Jia was so terrified that he didn't care about Shang Changheng. He didn't want to die here, and he didn't want to have his soul torn into pieces by these defeated men and ants. So he made hand gestures and chanted spells on the spot. Weird and obscure foreign spells rang out, and those evil ghosts who wanted revenge were silent for a moment, and it seemed that they could no longer move.
Shang Changheng was not in a hurry. He just watched and saw that the monk's face was getting paler and uglier, with beads of sweat dripping down his head. He could not withstand these evil spirits who wanted to skin him alive for long.
In less than a cup of tea, Luo Jia vomited a mouthful of blood. The still and numb evil spirits suddenly screamed and rushed forward. Their souls were extracted alive and refined into parts of magic weapons. Only hatred and murderous intent were left in their hearts. Luo Jia turned around and tried to escape, but his chest was pierced by a blue-gray palm covered with wounds. No blood flowed out, but Luo Jia let out an extremely shrill scream: "Ah!!!"
Those ghosts were tearing his soul apart, taking a bite at a time, thus cutting off the monk's path of reincarnation.
There was no other sound in the yard except for the ghost howls and screams. The four living souls began to shudder. They were from the same school. The leader was the master of the ghost cultivation lineage, and the other three were disciples.
"Master... Master." One of them said tremblingly, "What should we do? What should we do? After we finish eating him... is it, is it our turn now?"
"Master, Brother, I don't want to die." The other one collapsed and begged for mercy from Shang Changheng again: "We haven't done anything yet! Even if we talk about cause and effect, it can't be blamed on us!"
"I didn't kill you." Shang Changheng was calm and composed. He had calmed down because of the slaughter in front of him. He smiled grimly at the few people and said, "Do you want to guess, who found your bodies first, or who ate your souls first?"
In the eyes of several people, that expression was more terrifying than those hideous evil spirits.
With a squeak.
The window was pushed open. Shang Changheng did not open the window when he came out. Qingling was awakened from his practice.
He stood in front of the window, his eyes and brows were clear and calm, and he looked very kind.
The people standing in the yard came for the medicine, but when they suddenly saw such a handsome young man, they regarded him as a savior for a moment.
The young and handsome savior didn't even glance at them, but just called out softly, "Chang Heng."
When Shang Changheng turned around, he didn't have time to put away his gloomy and cold look, and couldn't help but frowned, "Sorry to bother you?"
"No, I just came to check on you." Qing Ling was a little embarrassed, holding the window frame with his fingertips, and said softly, "I'm a little worried."
He was afraid that Shang Changheng would not be able to control himself and would kill someone. It was really difficult for him to calm down. Once he was involved in a life beyond the law of cause and effect, his path of reincarnation would be truly broken.
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