070. Thunder Punishment
Qingling stood in front of the window, still wearing his undershirt, but he was really open and frank.
Shang Changheng was so frank that he was a little dazed.
Qing Ling did not look at the chaotic situation of evil ghosts eating people. He knew that the monk was not a good person, but it was much more difficult to deal with a living person than an evil spirit. Because Shang Changheng was an evil ghost, he went to the inn at the foot of the mountain because he thought that the inn was a means of evil spirits, otherwise Qing Ling would not have easily provoked him.
Evil spirits are easy to get rid of, but evil practitioners are much more troublesome.
Qingling felt relieved when he saw Shang Changheng staying out of the matter. At this time, the evil ghost had already pounced on the four souls. The irrational evil ghost was a killing knife that would tear apart all the living people with breathing and heartbeats in front of it, and would also eat souls weaker than itself. Shang Changheng released the confinement of the four souls at the right time.
But they couldn't run away.
Qingling saw it clearly.
From the very beginning, Shang Changheng had no intention of letting their living souls go. Once their bodies were damaged, their souls would naturally return to the underworld. However, Shang Changheng was holding them back, so even if their living souls turned into wandering souls, they could not escape the fate of being devoured by evil spirits.
Although they were living souls, what they were cultivating was the soul after all. After the shackles were released, the four people resisted extremely violently.
Qing Ling happened to be watching from the side. The living souls' methods were more cunning than those of living people. They were similar to ghosts. The leader dodged quickly, and any evil ghost whose neck was strangled by his hands would gradually turn into black smoke and be sucked into his body. The other three were not so good. These living souls seemed to have equal suppression over the evil ghosts, but this could only be achieved through fixed actions - such as strangling the neck.
Shang Changheng stood beside him without knowing when, and asked softly: "What's so good about this? Go back and cultivate your own Qi."
Qing Ling did not answer, but asked in a low voice: "Are you going to eat these ghosts? Chang Heng, the stronger you are, the more you will attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao."
Shang Changheng said nothing.
Qingling understood that this was the answer.
"Chang Heng." Qing Ling frowned, "Why?"
His tone was very gentle when he called Chang Heng.
Shang Changheng watched the fighting in the yard coldly. Even though the living souls could suppress the evil spirits, two fists could not beat four hands. The evil spirits were ferocious and numerous, and they gradually became unable to hold on.
Because they are too weak, they will die.
One of them was grabbed by several evil spirits by the limbs and head, and was being torn apart like a corpse torn apart by five horses. He screamed at the top of his lungs, terrified: "Save me! Master, ah! Brother! It hurts! Save me! Save--"
No one can save him.
Because they can't protect themselves.
"Qingling, look down." Shang Changheng lowered his eyes. "Justice and fairness in the world only exist under absolute strength and mercy. That monk killed so many people to refine the magic weapon, and today he was attacked by the magic weapon. This is the perfection of cause and effect, but the dead will never come back to life, the pain they endured will never disappear, and the hatred will never be annihilated."
He didn't know whether he was talking about these evil spirits or himself, but Qingling could hear a deep sense of unwillingness in his words.
"Whether you are a human or a ghost, if you are too weak, you will become a prey to others."
After Shang Changheng finished speaking, the master was the only living soul still struggling hard. Qingling followed his gaze and looked down. He didn't recognize this man, nor did he know whether he was a good person or a bad person, but it didn't matter. This person came here tonight for his precious medicine.
Qingling began to understand Shang Changheng's thoughts.
If Shang Changheng hadn't been there, Qingling didn't dare to think about what would have happened to him if he fell into the hands of these people. Perhaps he would have been like these evil spirits, having his bones and skin peeled off and thrown into a furnace, to be refined into some messed up magical tool for people to use, without even his soul being able to be reborn.
Whoever is weak will die.
Qing Ling was a little scared, and his face turned pale.
Shang Changheng was helpless. He didn't expect that this could scare him, but it was understandable since his wife had always been afraid of death and cherished her life.
"I will study hard." Qing Ling said suddenly.
Shang Changheng, who wanted to comfort him, was stunned for a moment, "What?"
Qing Ling turned his head, met Shang Changheng's gaze seriously, and said to him: "I will practice well and will not let these people covet my body and soul. I can protect myself, so you don't have to... take risks like this."
He seemed to want to say something else, but hesitated, as if he was a little ashamed. He hesitated for a long time before continuing: "...I can protect you, too."
Shang Changheng was almost overwhelmed by Qingling tonight. His care and love were expressed sincerely and directly. This piece of cold jade turned into something soft and gentle. Shang Changheng felt as if his heart was touched lightly and softly.
This situation and this scene are really not a good place or time to talk about love. There is no beautiful scenery, no flowers and moonlight. What is in front of you is the cruel fight between evil spirits eating people. The screams below are endless. Shang Changheng seems to have returned to the battlefield before his death. Someone is standing beside him, saying "I can protect you too."
"No one has ever said this to me." Shang Changheng smiled.
As far as he could remember, the whole country was filled with gloom, with natural disasters at home and wars abroad. The people were complaining bitterly and the officials were walking on thin ice. Many court officials vomited blood and fainted in their efforts to prolong the country's destiny. Their lives were ignited like lamp oil, and they used their flesh and blood to protect the last weak spark of the Great Zhou Dynasty so that their people would not become slaves of the Dongyi. Countless warriors also shed their blood on the battlefield, and their boiling blood soaked every inch of the mountains and rivers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
But he was the son of the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The lives and deaths of the people rested on his shoulders. It was too heavy. Shang Changheng had to support the war on the border. He had to deploy troops and command the battles. Every military order was related to the lives of soldiers and civilians, so he could not relax for a moment, and he never expected anyone to protect him.
"Maybe you forgot." Qing Ling said softly, his eyes suddenly paused, and the man who was still resisting suddenly stiffened.
His hand was clearly on the evil ghost's neck, but the originally suppressed evil ghost suddenly moved, thrusting into the man's soul, grabbing a wisp of soul and sucking it all up.
"Him?" Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Is it Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan?"
"Well, he is no longer a living soul." Shang Changheng nodded, "Now he has truly become a ghost."
Qing Ling knew that each school had its own deadly skills, but the more difficult the righteous method was to practice, the harder it would be to break. For example, the physical practice of Miao Yuan could only be broken by force, while Zhu Lezhi's skills were aimed at ghosts and monsters, so he would be much weaker when encountering evil practitioners. He was afraid of hurting his own ghost when controlling ghosts, and they, as ghost practitioners, were very quick and could just catch the evil ghosts and eat them. However, the physical body was their deadly skills, and once the soul left the body, the physical body would be just an empty shell that could be abused by anyone.
"Why don't they find someone to protect their bodies?" Qing Ling was a little confused.
Shang Changheng looked at him and said, "Because they don't trust each other. Such people will not leave anyone to protect them. They will not entrust their lives and property to anyone."
Qingling was silent.
He thought to himself that if he were to entrust his life to people like Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi, he should be... at ease.
The chaos is over, and the evil spirits have turned their attention to Qing Ling. Although he is surrounded by an extremely terrifying and powerful aura, these evil spirits do not even have the instinct of evil spirits to seek good fortune and avoid danger. They have long been refined into the purest killing weapons.
Shang Changheng raised his hand, and countless pitch-black chains flew out from his palm, binding those evil spirits like soul-binding chains. Their souls will be transformed into essential nutrients, helping Shang Changheng become a more ferocious and powerful being.
Qing Ling sighed.
When Shang Changheng had almost devoured all the evil ghosts, Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi also came back. They went straight into Qingling's house, but were stunned when they saw the situation.
"When they left, weren't there only four living souls?" Zhu Lezhi murmured, "Bringing so much messy Yin energy..."
Qing Ling heard everything clearly in the room, so he naturally knew what happened. He told the two that Shang Changheng had broken the monk Luojia's magic weapon, and then asked, "Did you do this?"
He was naturally referring to the four ghost cultivators.
Zhu Lezhi was still shocked by Shang Changheng's alternative method. After all, no one would normally use this method. Breaking the magic weapon released so many evil ghosts who died unjustly. The ghost cultivators were dead, but could they escape?
After listening to Qing Ling's question, she calmed down and said, "These people are quite smart. They built a remote small courtyard for themselves and set up a formation outside. It took a lot of time."
"Well, there were four people in total, but when we entered the door, only one was still breathing." Miao Yuan followed.
They were both shocked at the time and guessed that it was Shang Changheng who did it. They also felt sorry for him for being so impatient. After coming back, they found that it was they who were a little impatient.
"But this is in the city, not in the wilderness, so it's hard for Master Miaoyuan to take action." Zhu Lezhi curved his eyebrows and smiled very innocently, "So I used some tricks to cast a curse on the remaining old man. He has no merit to protect his body, so he must have done a lot of bad things, so he will die soon."
Yinxing is also considered a martial world, with its own rules. They use their own methods to kill people, so the government cannot track them down. Otherwise, they will be brought to the yamen for trial.
As soon as she finished speaking, a flash of lightning flashed outside, and the expressions of several people changed.
There were not many evil ghosts left in the yard. Shang Changheng frowned. The next moment, muffled thunder rumbled from the clouds. The thunder fell and hit the evil ghosts who were struggling in the yard. A white light suddenly lit up. Qing Ling only had time to grab Shang Changheng's cold palm in a hurry, and had to close his eyes because of the dazzling light.
When the thunder disappeared, sudden rain fell. Qingling felt that the thunder just now was not simple. He was still scared. It seemed like an angry roar from heaven and earth, coming from the clouds, as powerful as the sun and the moon.
He opened his eyes in panic, and was relieved to see Shang Changheng still standing in front of him. Looking down again, there was no evil ghost in the yard, only a huge lightning pit, and even the surrounding negative energy had been cleansed.
Zhu Lezhi stroked his chest and murmured, "Oh my god... I'm scared to death."
"It's the thunder from heaven." Miao Yuan also looked solemn, "It's the thunder from heaven warning you, Mr. Shang, too much is as bad as too little."
Shang Changheng's face was covered with gloomy clouds. He looked into the dark night with obscure eyes and said nothing.
His old vengeance has not yet been avenged, his obsession has not yet been fulfilled, even if the heavens prevent him, he will continue on this path.
Qing Ling didn't say anything, but just held Shang Changheng's hand tightly.
Shang Changheng looked back, held his hand back in a comforting manner, and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
But what should Qingling do?
Shang Changheng thought that his wife had just... fallen in love with him.
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