At that time, Yin Bansi, who should have been lying on the ground as if dying, suddenly had a light in his eyes.
He pushed his arm a little deeper into the underground fire so that the chain, which was as thick as his little finger, could be melted and burned. The moment the melted red-hot black iron fell off his elbow, Yin Bansi ran away without hesitation.
As expected, it was a failed escape. The Medicine King Cauldron only enhanced Yin Bansi's healing abilities and hardened his spirit, but it didn't grant him invulnerability or agility. He was originally just an ordinary mortal. While he possessed the aptitude for cultivation, he lacked even the ability to draw Qi into his body. Furthermore, he was covered in wounds, so recapture would be a matter of seconds.
But he was not caught in the end.
That voice... that evil cult leader, the one who had always personally decided how to deal with him and every time gave orders on how to take out the Medicine King Cauldron, said two words to Yin Bansi.
He said, "Come back."
In the past three years, Yin Bansi has heard this voice giving countless orders.
When he said "cut", someone raised a knife to Yin Bansi; when he said "slice", a fishing net covered Yin Bansi from head to toe and tied him up tightly; when he said "gouge", someone heated the hook in the furnace.
Each of his orders was carried out smoothly, the process so seamless that there were no mistakes or objections. Every time he heard that voice, it meant some kind of suffering was about to be inflicted upon Yin Bansi. The older Yin Bansi now resented him with a deep hatred, but back then, Yin Bansi had only feared him.
Now he says, "Stop, come back."
Yin was so scared that his slender hands and feet were trembling.
He didn't dare not stop, he didn't dare not look back, and he didn't dare not move his trembling legs and move back to the dungeon step by step.
The man withdrew his gaze and did not look at Yin Bansi any more, and did not even punish him for his escape.
The young Yin Bansi was extremely grateful for this, while the adult Yin Bansi felt that the insult could not be deeper.
Would you hit or scold a box because it was placed out of place? Even if you kicked the box out of anger, would you expect it to learn its lesson and not get in your way next time?
Only living things need to be punished, and only humans need to learn their lesson. But in that man's eyes, Yin Bansi probably didn't even count as a living being. To him, what he had just done was probably just the equivalent of moving a misplaced bronze tripod back to its original place.
Yin Bansi is not a living being, he is just a Medicine King Ding with flesh and feet.
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The memory was interrupted, and now it was the young Yin lying half dead on the ground, one of his arms was stuck in the fire.
Faced with the nightmare's contents, which had replayed a thousand times, Yin Bansi sneered. He skillfully burned through the shackles that bound him, swinging his arms as he strode out of the dungeon. Within the inner demon, his body had reverted to its mortal state, its meridians dried and broken, its dantian empty, so weak that a single gust of wind could easily blow it over. Only the soul, through long illness, becomes healed, scarred yet indestructible.
The familiar voice sounded behind Yin Bansi again.
"Come back." the man said.
Memories that only existed in old dreams suddenly flooded into Yin Bandi's heart. The sudden inexplicable fear, wrapped in so many fragments that he almost forgot, occupied every space in Yin Bandi's mind, almost perfectly restoring his mentality at that time.
Yin Bansi stopped.
"Stop, come back."
Exactly the same process, exactly the same commands.
Yin Bansi's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and remained motionless. After a moment, he slowly turned around.
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now. Go away," Yin Bansi said indifferently. A mature soul now resided within a tiny body, yet the familiar fake smile on this frail body, and the ghostly tone in its voice, undoubtedly belonged to the Yin Peak Master of Yunshen Peak.
"Who the hell are you, trying to bully a kid? And you're asking me to waste my breath on you now? Your mother's doing you a favor!" The man across from him seemed to be covered in an unpredictable, gloomy expression, making it difficult for Yin Bansi to discern his features. But now, the haze faded, revealing the surprise and anger of a situation spiraling out of control. Yin Bansi studied him, realizing that his features were merely ordinary.
It turns out that this is my inner demon.
My inner demon is not this ordinary monk, but the "escape" that I failed to complete due to my own fear.
The illusion caused by the inner demon slowly dissipated, Yin Bansi opened his eyes, and the golden lightning on his body slowly dissipated. The first calamity of the inner demon had been overcome.
To Yin Bansi, it felt like he'd just revisited the dungeon of his childhood, unafraid, and even cursed out a piece of trash. But to the onlooker Luo Jiujiang, only a split second had passed. The thunderbolt struck and dissipated, leaving neither the dungeon furnace nor the tiny Yin Bansi visible.
Luo Jiujiang let out a long sigh, but before he could finish his breath, he stared at the sky and froze.
Not only was he stunned, but Yin Bansi was also stunned by the strange phenomenon in the sky.
——The second thunder accumulated under the dark clouds was still a golden inner demon calamity.
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