"Everyone, don't listen to Fang Xiu's nonsense. Even if what he says is true, how is that any different from the previous situation? If you can't leave the burial ground, you might as well be dead! How could anyone be willing to hand over the power in their heart to someone else? Continue with the previous plan and kill Fang Xiu first!" Lu Ziming shouted. He was determined to kill Fang Xiu.
He was right. For the people in the burial ground, there was no difference between taking the heart and taking the power within it. They wouldn't willingly give up their chance to leave the burial ground, and in the end, they would still have to fight.
At this moment, Fang Xiu said, "Give me the power in your hearts first, and I will try to see if I can completely open the passage to leave the burial ground."
"Okay, Hugh."
Without the slightest hesitation, everyone began exchanging their powers, much to the astonishment of Lu Ziming and the others.
Yang Ming was the first to step forward. He grasped Fang Xiu's hand and asked, "Brother Xiu, what should we do?"
"Try to control the force in your heart; it shouldn't be too difficult."
Yang Ming closed his eyes, carefully sensing the power within his heart, and then used his mind to control its transfer.
Soon, he discovered that he seemed to be able to control the power in his heart; that power originated from his heart, flowed down his arm, and entered Fang Xiu's body.
Suddenly, a spiritual fluctuation emanated from Fang Xiu, and his spiritual suppression was partially relieved. In addition, the sense of spatial separation became stronger and stronger.
This proved his conjecture: as long as all the power of the Forbidden Hearts is gathered, one can automatically escape the burial ground.
Upon seeing this, Lu Ziming's expression changed drastically. He seemed to understand something and hurriedly said to everyone, "Quickly, give me the power in your hearts!"
Everyone looked wary, and no one was willing to give up the chance to leave.
Lu Ziming grew increasingly anxious: "If we don't hurry, it will be too late. Haven't you noticed that as Fang Xiu gathers more and more power, his suppressed spirituality is gradually recovering? If this continues, we won't even need to fight anymore. He can easily kill all of us by himself."
Everyone looked at Fang Xiu with surprise and doubt, and found that the spiritual fluctuations on his body were indeed becoming stronger, indicating that he was recovering.
Even so, the people still didn't trust Lu Ziming.
Wen Jinglong sneered: "Then why don't you give me your power? Once I regain my strength, I can fight Fang Xiu just as well."
"Exactly! Lu Ziming, you make it sound so nice. We've entrusted all our strength to you, but what if you leave the burial ground in the end? What will we do then?"
Lu Ziming's face suddenly darkened, and he cursed inwardly, "A bunch of good-for-nothings, not worth discussing anything with!"
Even now, you're still being selfish and only thinking of yourselves. Once Fang Xiu recovers, will you still be alive? Knowing that you're doomed, you might as well give me all your power; perhaps that could buy you a chance to survive.
He suppressed his anger and said, "I am the strongest, so of course I have the best chance of winning if I recover my strength. Moreover, once I really get the chance to leave the burial ground, I will definitely not leave alone. I will definitely find a way to open up the passage between the real world and the burial ground so that everyone can leave together."
“Lu Ziming, ask yourself honestly, do you even believe what you’re saying? We’ve both lived in the burial ground for years, we know each other well.”
"Furthermore, given the burial grounds' practices, it's estimated that 100 million ghost money will only be enough to get one person to leave. You're trying to figure out a way for everyone to leave together? What kind of plan are you going to come up with!"
Lu Ziming was furious, especially when he saw Fang Xiu's group lining up to transfer the power of the Forbidden Heart of Demons. He couldn't help but want to curse.
Can't you guys learn from them? Look how united they are! When Fang Xiu said he would find a way to get everyone to leave, they all believed him. Why is it that nobody believes me?
It's true that without comparison, there is no harm done.
"You bunch of useless trash! Use your brains and think it over. Once Fang Xiu regains his spirituality, we'll all be nourishment for him! But if I regain my spirituality, at least I won't kill you, and I'll do everything I can to help you leave. I have nothing in the outside world now, and you'll be my future team!"
Even if you really can't leave by then, at least you'll still be alive! There's still hope; we just need to gather another 100 million ghost coins!
Do you want to be killed by Fang Xiu now, or do you want to fight for one last chance?
The group exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation flashing across their faces. Admittedly, once Fang Xiu recovered, they would all surely die. But if they helped Lu Ziming, even if they couldn't leave the burial ground afterward, they would at least have a chance to survive.
But the problem is, staying in the burial ground is worse than being dead.
At this moment, Tong Yang suddenly said, "No, it's worse than being killed than watching you leave. If we're going to die, we'll all die together!"
He's the kind of person who can't stand seeing others doing well when he's not doing well himself.
Lu Ziming's face contorted with rage, veins bulging: "Tong Yang! You can't stand to see me doing well, but do you think you can stand to see Fang Xiu doing well?"
When he devours your spirituality, his strength will skyrocket. He will leave the burial ground and return to the mortal world. He will still be the high and mighty captain, with power, wealth, and beauty at his fingertips!
What about you?
No one will care if you die. Your only purpose is to provide spirituality for Fang Xiu. Perhaps you can feel a sense of participation when he enjoys it in the future!
Don't forget how he humiliated you back then! You were either fourth or fifth rank, but in the end, didn't you wag your tails and beg for mercy from Fang Xiu like dogs?
Moreover, Fang Xiu isn't human at all! He enjoys devouring suffering spirits!
These words made everyone's faces very gloomy. They were somewhat persuaded. Indeed, they had to choose the lesser of two evils. Compared to seeing Lu Ziming living a carefree life in reality, they were more unwilling to see Fang Xiu leave, after all, Fang Xiu had once humiliated them severely.
And falling into Fang Xiu's hands wouldn't be as simple as just dying.
Seeing that everyone was beginning to waver, Lu Ziming quickly intensified his persuasion: "It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Besides, haven't two new women arrived at the burial ground? These two women are obviously virgins who have never been with anyone before, and they are top-notch. Even if you have no hope of leaving the burial ground, if you choose to help me, at least you can still live in the burial ground. At that time, these two women will definitely not be able to leave either, and you can enjoy yourselves to the fullest before you die!"
These words immediately swayed those at the fourth rank, because their strength was too weak, and no matter who could leave the burial ground, it would definitely not be their turn.
But if we choose to help Lu Ziming now, we might be able to survive in the future, taste the flavors of Xiao Chuxia and Luo Qingxin, and then die.
To die beneath a peony is to be a romantic ghost!
But if they don't help, Fang Xiu will kill them all in a moment.
Thinking of this, a fourth-tier cultivator stepped forward: "I'll help you!"
As he spoke, he proactively transferred the power in his heart to Lu Ziming.
Lu Ziming gained more authority, and the suppression he was under immediately lessened, with familiar spiritual fluctuations rising from his body.
(late)
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