Jiang Ziyu opened his eyes and subconsciously reached his hand next to the jade pillow, but there was no one there.

"Where's Master?" He rubbed his eyes, sat up dazedly, opened the door and walked out.

The moonlight suddenly dimmed, the temperature around dropped drastically, the atmosphere became completely different, and ghosts and monsters seemed to be swaying in every unclear corner.

"Master?"

While I was distracted, the corridor became dark and gloomy, as if I had stepped into some kind of barrier, and the surroundings changed silently.

Is it an illusion?

Confused, he walked forward, and a door appeared out of nowhere.

"Please spare my life, Master! I have parents and children to take care of, I don't want to die, please, please! I will never do evil again, I will definitely turn over a new leaf!"

“Aa ...

Along with the violent shaking of iron chains and screams, the air gradually became filled with a strong smell of blood.

Is the Master in there?

Jiang Ziyu was puzzled and pushed the door open and walked in.

When he saw the scene inside the door clearly, his scalp felt numb and tight, his shoulders shrank unconsciously, his throat felt dry, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Rather than saying this is a secret room, it is more like an abyss formed by a barrier, so deep that you can't see the bottom.

Thousands of people were tied up with iron chains on the cliff. They were struggling with terrified looks, but unfortunately they were put under a silencing spell. Not only were they tied up and unable to move, they couldn't even make a sound.

They are all alive!

In the center of the abyss is a suspended formation, in the center of which stands a huge stone pillar made of white burning stone.

But the lantern stone had long been stained with blood, and only its original appearance could be vaguely discerned.

A man was tied naked to a stone pillar, with curse marks on his body and a bloody hole in his chest. He looked empty and his eyes were open as he died.

"Tick...tick..." Steaming blood dripped down the stone pillar.

Jiang Ziyou stepped back a few steps with lingering fear, muttering: "What on earth... is going on..."

A familiar aura suddenly appeared behind him.

"Have you seen enough?" The cold voice seemed unusually cold at this moment. "I didn't expect that by accompanying you to sleep every night, you would be infected with my scent and enter this barrier."

Jiang Ziyu's back shuddered and he froze in place, then he slowly turned around.

Wen Shili was standing behind him, dressed in white, his face reflected in his deep, cold eyes, looking pale and fragile.

"Master...you...what are you doing?"

"Why don't you just sleep well and run out?" Wen Shili wiped the blood off the sword with a handkerchief and said with lowered eyes: "Ziyou, you have disappointed your teacher."

His thin lips parted and closed, and faint light occasionally flowed between his teeth, cold and chilly, but at this moment it seemed extremely eerie.

Jiang Ziyou stared at him blankly, his heart was empty, and he murmured: "Master killed so many people..."

"The man who died on the pillar was lazy and loathed work. He lost everything because of gambling, which angered his gray-haired mother to death. After a drunken stupor, he accidentally beat his own son to death, but he still had the bad habits. Do you think he deserved to die?"

"I don't know... I don't know..." Jiang Ziyou's eyes were full of confusion, "You are not my master. My master said that we should protect all living things and have a sense of justice. It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this..."

Wen Shili continued, "Everyone here has committed heinous crimes but has not received the punishment they deserve, and has done evil to the world. Not only are they of no help in this world, but they have also brought endless pain to those around them. If that's the case, why can't I take their lives and do something useful?"

Wen Shili usually had a cold expression and was taciturn, but at this moment he was chattering non-stop.

Jiang Ziyu couldn't stop shaking his head. He felt very painful in his heart, but strangely, he didn't shed a single tear: "Master... don't say anymore! Don't say anymore! I don't want to hear it..."

For Jiang Ziyu, Wen Shili is his belief, his heaven, his earth, and an existence that is difficult to compare with in his life.

But at this moment, faith collapsed and the sky and the earth broke apart.

"You'er..." It was rare for Wen Shili to call him so intimately.

I wanted to touch his head like I used to, but he avoided me.

Jiang Ziyu squatted on the ground and curled himself into the smallest ball, as if by doing so he could escape from it all.

"I did all this for you." Wen Shili sighed, "Have a good sleep and forget it."

A huge amount of spiritual power gently surged into his mind, sealing this memory. Jiang Ziyou's eyes lost their color and he passed out.

Wen Shili waved his white sleeves and took him into his arms.

His hands were extremely steady and powerful, his palms were slightly cool, and he lifted Jiang Ziyu up horizontally.

With a flick of his wide sleeves, he walked into the Qingxin Hall.

A natural aura emanated from his body, and the barrier behind him disappeared.

The corridor is still the same corridor, and the courtyard is still the same courtyard.

It seemed as if nothing had happened.

His Ziyou stayed safely in his arms, and nothing would change.

Wen Shili placed Jiang Ziyu on the jade couch, leaned over and kissed him.

It's different from every time before.

This kiss was no longer reserved, but passionate and full of lust.

The cold eyes of the exiled immortal were filled with lust. While panting, he murmured, "Don't be afraid, Ziyou. Your master will not let you die. Your master will always protect you..."

…

Consciousness returns.

A huge sorrow surged into Jiang Ziyu's heart. He stood there in a daze, like a puppet whose soul had been drained out.

"Hehe, this is not my illusion, this is a real memory."

The woman continued to speak, with a hint of playfulness in her chuckle, but with her pale, bloodstained face, she didn't look cute at all.

Jiang Ziyou asked: "What do you want to do?"

When the woman heard this, she laughed even more wildly, her mouth wide open: "I don't like cilantro, so I don't want cilantro to become extinct in the world. That's about it. Not everyone likes your master, and some people hate him to death, but there's nothing we can do about it."

"Why did Master want to kill people..."

"Hehe, it's time. I have to go now. If you want to know the truth, go to Wuchang Mountain. There you will find everything you want to know."

"Saint, there are no saints in this world! When will the cycle of revenge end? Hehehehe..." The woman smiled sinisterly and raised her hands to peel off her skin layer by layer.

It's all an illusion.

The illusion gradually disappeared, and the house remained clean.

There was a long silence.

The ground was paved with white jade, as pure and holy as the ritual of hearing the time.

But Jiang Ziyou felt that he was in hell and in a sea of ​​blood.

Some deeper memories vaguely emerged in his mind, and what was even more terrifying was that he felt as if he was dead.

Wuchang Mountain.

Wuchang Mountain.

Wuchang Mountain.

He had never heard of this place name, so why did it seem so familiar?

Jiang Ziyu was no longer sleepy. He got out of bed, put on his clothes casually, picked up the Qiankun bag and the Feiying Liuyun sword, and rushed out the door.