Chapter 225 Jinjiang
After discovering the strangeness of the corpse in the hanging coffin, Yan Shixun immediately took the opportunity to look for Nantian to open all the hanging coffins that served as his base and check the dead bodies inside.
Then Yan Shixun discovered that not all the corpses in the hanging coffins were as vivid as Liu Ming's, as if they were still alive.
In more hanging coffins, the corpses had already weathered into a handful of dry bones.
Not a single bit of flesh left.
If there is anything common among all the hanging coffins, it is that each dead body holds a bouquet of chrysanthemums in its hands.
The only difference is that the corpses like Liu Ming seemed to be still alive, and even the chrysanthemums they held were alive. But in the claws of those withered bones, there were only a few dry and withered flower stems left.
The dry bones and dried flowers in the hanging coffins look up at the sky with their empty dark eye sockets, as if longing for the belated freedom.
Yan Shixun stared into the eye sockets of the skull quietly for a moment, then sighed, and put the coffin lid, which was originally about to be closed, aside to let the mountain breeze blow in.
The dried flowers tightly grasped in the bony claws instantly turned into a handful of powder and scattered in the wind.
Yan Shixun originally did not realize that there was anything wrong with these hanging coffins with only bones left until he saw familiar pieces of clothing on the skeleton in one of the coffins.
He once saw a similar style and color in a group photo.
Hiking team photo.
According to the leader of the hiking team, all members of the hiking team died. Even though there were a few team members left in the Changshou Village upstream, they left before the festival and never returned.
The difference between the two suddenly became clear.
Those corpses that looked like living people were indeed still alive in the longevity village upstream. Those that were reduced to nothing but dry bones had experienced two deaths and had completely disappeared from the village.
Because the skeleton had decayed to the point where not a trace of flesh was left, and there was nothing else to prove the identity, Yan Shixun had no idea of his specific identity other than being able to tell that the skeleton in the hanging coffin was once a member of the hiking team.
However, when Yan Shixun bent down and wanted to pick up the remaining cloth on the skeleton to check, he was stunned.
…A line of blood and tears slowly flowed from the dark eye sockets.
The soul of this skeleton is still trapped inside!
Yan Shixun's originally gentle brows suddenly became sharp, and he immediately pinched his hands and made a hand gesture to pull the soul out of the skeleton.
Normally, after a person dies, the soul will no longer remain in the body, but will be taken away by the underworld to be judged, and then go to the next life or stay in hell to be punished.
Although there are a few souls that remain in the human world due to resentment or obsession, or have lost their way and are unable to leave smoothly, they should not continue to remain in the body.
But when Yan Shixun was about to pull out the soul, he was shocked again.
The soul is firmly trapped in the skeleton. It does not stay there of its own will, but the original body has become a cage, making it impossible for the soul to leave even if it wants to.
After the talisman took effect, Yan Shixun could clearly see that the incomplete soul was like a candle in the wind, so weak that it could die at any time.
The ribs and skull formed an indestructible prison, so that even if the remnant soul struggled desperately, it could not break through the skeleton and take a single step, let alone leave the hanging coffin or be taken away by the underworld.
However, right in the center of the soul, an extremely thin and faint golden thread attracted Yan Shixun's attention.
The golden thread connected to the dried flowers in the skeleton's hand, like the roots of the flowers.
Although the chrysanthemum had withered long ago, the golden thread still remained tenaciously, passing through the pale ribs and soul all the way down and into the bottom of the coffin.
At the same time, it also acts like a nail, nailing the soul firmly into the coffin.
Yan Shixun tried to reach out and touch the golden thread. As soon as he got close, the golden thread pounced on him like a ferocious beast that smelled blood, trying to pierce into Yan Shixun's fingers and devour his flesh and blood.
However, the next moment, another slender hand stretched out, and a fierce palm wind blew away the golden thread, and then held Yan Shixun's hand tightly in its palm.
Ye Li's long brows were furrowed, and he looked at the golden thread with a sharp and harsh gaze, because he was unhappy that it wanted to hurt Yan Shixun.
The golden thread seemed to have touched the flame and quickly burned up. In the cold mountain wind, it was soon burned to only a handful of ashes, which were blown away by the wind.
The residual soul trapped in the skeleton also began to burn violently.
Yan Shixun was stunned, then wanted to pounce over and snatch the soul from the flames.
But Ye Li grabbed his waist from behind and stopped him.
"Shi Xun."
Ye Li's deep voice came: "He died many years ago, and even his soul was wiped out from heaven and earth. There is no name for him in Fengdu."
"You can't save him."
Ye Li sighed softly in Yan Shixun's ear: "His soul has long since disintegrated. What you saw was just the last obsession he left before his death. It is so incomplete that it will immediately disappear as soon as it leaves this coffin."
"He has been trapped in a small coffin for too long. Only when he dies completely can he rest in peace."
Ye Li wrapped his palm around Yan Shixun's hand and pointed at the skeleton whose flesh and blood had decayed to the point where only a skeleton remained: "He will thank you for this."
Yan Shixun indeed saw that the skeleton, which had been shedding tears of blood before, now seemed to be smiling. The hideousness from before was gone, and even the breath coming from it was as gentle as a spring breeze.
The skeleton's jaws opened and closed, making a "click" sound, as if it was saying to Yan Shixun and Ye Li -
Thanks.
The next second, the mountain wind blew, and the entire skeleton turned into powder and was blown away by the wind.
The coffin was empty, with only a piece of clothing left, gently fluttering in the mountain breeze.
Yan Shixun slowly stood up in Ye Li's arms, his eyes following the direction where the powder was blown away, gradually becoming cold and angry.
"Master... Nan Heye, he uses everyone as nutrients, even the dead souls are not spared."
Yan Shixun gritted his teeth to control his anger: "Is this his so-called plan?"
Ye Li lowered his eyes and said softly, "Nan Heye's goal has never been to make life happy as he said. What he wants is to become a god."
"Shi Xun, you know that under the Great Dao, there are many different kinds of gods, right?"
Recalling the past, Ye Li's eyes gradually became deeper.
"Some gods are born from nature and raised by the earth. Some gods are born from the great way. Some gods become gods after death because of their great reputation during their lifetime and the people hope that they can become gods."
"But there are also some... who rely on their own strength to defeat the heaven and earth and even suppress the Great Dao, so they become gods."
"Nanhe also thought about becoming a god through his fame several decades ago. The villages near Nanming Mountain all regarded him as a god and offered sacrifices to him every year. But even so, his power was still too weak, so Nanhe also set his sights on living people, hoping to use their souls to explore the great way."
"However, his plan failed because of the Nancun witch."
Ye Li said calmly: "Nan He also thought about starting over, but twenty years ago, I completely blocked this road. So later, he wanted to use the last method."
"——Suppress the Great Dao to become a god."
Yan Shixun pondered: "So he wanted to attack me in the dream before?"
Ye Li nodded, a hint of mockery in his narrow eyes: "Even if he borrowed the power of the origin of heaven and earth in his soul, Nan He is still not qualified. Heaven and earth do not recognize his existence. After all, in order to escape from my sight, he has erased his own name and all the evidence of his existence."
"Even though the accumulation of thousands of lives has made him a real threat to the great Dao of Heaven and Earth, as far as he is concerned, he is nothing more than a ball of dirty air to Heaven and Earth."
"If you, Shi Xun, are willing to help him, then the world will be truly powerless against him. What a pity."
Ye Li sneered: "It's just wishful thinking."
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened. "In the dream, in order to win me over, Master said that this festival was the most crucial one under my deliberate questioning and guidance, and that he had grasped the great way."
"Now it seems that he wants to use this winter solstice festival to completely merge with the Great Dao, or even suppress the Great Dao."
"And the final power..."
Yan Shixun turned his gaze towards the villagers holding lanterns on the mountain road and said in a deep voice, "Since he failed to Grandma Nan the first time, then in this last attempt, the Tai Chi Yin-Yang cycle, the one who can help him become a god may be Nan Tian."
After all, Nantian is the bloodline inheritance of Grandma Nan.
If the incident in Nancun had not happened that year, Grandma Nan would have despised the village and was worried about Nantian, so she sent him out of the village. I'm afraid Nantian would have become the next master of Nancun.
Cause and effect cycle, in the past, Grandma Nan suppressed the master, now, the master can only suppress or even devour Nan Tian in order to regain the power he lost because of Grandma Nan.
Yan Shixun took one last look at the empty hanging coffin, then grasped the protrusion of the mountain wall with his hands, jumped up, and landed steadily on the coffin on the villager's shoulder.
Even if the coffin shook, it did not affect Yan Shixun's stability at all.
He raised his head and looked at the winding pale light strips held by the villagers holding lanterns in front of him.
Since the master escaped from the dream because he was afraid of Ye Li, he already knew that Ye Li had discovered his existence and was in Nanming Mountain. Out of fear of Ye Li and panic of the failure of the plan, the master would definitely try every means to gain strength as soon as possible. Even if he cannot compete with Ye Li for the time being, he will speed up the winter solstice festival and complete the last step before being found by Ye Li.
Then become a god.
Even, suppressing the avenue.
Only then will Master no longer be afraid of Yeli.
If this is the idea, what would the master do?
Where would he put Nan Tianhui so that he would feel safe and the ceremony would not be interrupted?
Yan Shixun frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight to the end of the winding mountain road.
The main peak of Nanming Mountain is steep and dangerous, almost like a straight pillar going up and down. Even for the annual sacrifices over the years, there is only a narrow mountain road.
Although Yan Shixun was not clear about the specific form of the winter solstice sacrifice, such a mountain road was not suitable for holding sacrifices no matter how he looked at it.
However, there is only one place where the terrain is different from other places.
Near the top of Nanming Mountain, there is a huge defect, like a natural platform.
Just like the hanging coffins Yan Shixun had seen before, those hanging coffins would be placed using the original terrain to prevent the coffins from falling off the cliff.
And that depression is more suitable for whatever the master wants to do than the narrow mountain road.
If the master wanted to take back the power lost by Grandma Nan from Nan Tian as soon as possible, perhaps the master would put Nan Tian close to the place where the sacrifice was held, so that he could compress the time to the maximum extent and complete everything before Ye Li found him.
If you look at it this way... maybe Nantian is at the forefront of the villagers' team.
Although it is also possible that the master was cautious in order to avoid being found by Ye Li, and mixed Nan Tian in the huge group of coffins, making it impossible for Yan Shixun to find him quickly.
However, Yan Shixun decided to take a gamble on his master's urgency.
——Was it caution that prevailed, or was it greed to become a god faster that took over the master's mind.
Moreover, although Yan Shixun could not see the situation on the back of the mountain because the mountain road spiraled up the mountain, the direction in which the villagers carrying the coffin were heading was clearly towards the sunken platform.
The lights in their hands not only illuminated the mountain road, but also served as signposts to guide Yan Shixun, allowing him to see clearly where they were going.
After making the decision, Yan Shixun immediately pushed off with his feet and ran forward quickly.
Yan Shixun's slender figure was agile and light, and each step he took was precisely controlled on the coffin.
The narrow mountain road that was originally occupied by the villagers now became a passage under his feet, leading directly to the front of the team.
The villagers' movements of carrying the coffin were slightly shaky, but they were not affected by the sudden extra weight.
However, the pale lanterns held by some villagers were extinguished due to the slight shaking.
On the naturally formed depression on the opposite mountain wall, the master suddenly sensed something and looked up in panic into the distance.
He saw that the light strip, which was originally connected into a long dragon, actually had black spots at intervals.
The master was startled and a sense of panic gripped him.
Because Yan Shixun was moving too fast, he did not stay on each coffin for too long. His rapid speed even left an afterimage, which blended into the mountain wall with the darkness. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was just a part of the darkness.
After Master was severely injured by Ye Li, his control over Nanming Mountain began to decline, so he could not see Yan Shixun.
However, because the master had already grasped the avenue before this, and vaguely sensed the heaven and earth from it, he was also able to vaguely perceive it at this time...
The existence that he had always feared the most was coming to find him.
The master's breathing suddenly became rapid. He hastily lowered his head and looked at the coffin placed at his feet. He quickly bent down and tried to open the coffin with shaking hands.
However, the attack from Ye Li in the dream did seriously injure the master. In panic, he almost lost all his flesh and blood in order to escape from Ye Li.
Just like twenty years ago, the master gave up life and death and name, and assimilated himself with the plants and trees in the mountains, so he was able to escape.
However, this also created a more serious problem -
The only human skin that was left of the master began to rot due to the power left in his body by Ye Li.
The originally intact skin began to be corroded by holes of varying sizes, as if it had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, making a "sizzling" sound, which looked extremely terrifying in the empty and silent mountains.
The master's movements were also severely restricted. Just the simple action of bending down consumed his already limited strength and seemed extremely strenuous.
He couldn't even open the coffin.
The coffin that held Nan Tian was now covered with yellow chrysanthemums.
Large patches of chrysanthemum patterns automatically appeared on the wooden board and began to spread around with a crackling sound. In the blink of an eye, they occupied the entire coffin, tightly wrapping the coffin like a spider web, leaving no possibility of escape.
The golden thread extended along the wooden board and finally disappeared into it.
They are like aerial roots of plants, floating softly in the air. Where the golden threads gather, yellow chrysanthemums bloom gorgeously and sway gently in the wind.
When Master stretched out his hand, the chrysanthemums came over affectionately, rubbing Master's hand, which was only left with human skin, like little animals. At the moment of contact, Master's palm began to plump up visibly, no longer as soft as a deflated balloon.
But the master tried several times, but he was unable to open the coffin, either because he was too panicked or because his remaining strength was not enough to support him to do so.
Seeing the chrysanthemums on the coffin beginning to wither and curl, the master became anxious and couldn't help but look to the side.
"Ayu, come here!"
The master called out to the person next to him anxiously.
A thin figure almost blended into the shadow next to the boulder depression.
It was not until her master called her that the girl timidly walked out from the shadows.
She looked up at her master in fear, then quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze.
If Yan Shixun were here, he would be surprised to find that this girl was the sister he saw when he first entered Changshou Village.
However, what was different from what he saw was that his sister at this time was not as lively and cute as he saw her. Instead, she looked timid and frightened.
The sister who was also standing silently not far away had a trace of pity in her eyes.
There is also anger towards the master that is suppressed in his eyes but dare not be revealed openly.
However, sister Ayu did not dare to disobey her master. She could only purse her lips which had lost all color due to fear, hesitated for several times before taking a step, and walked forward reluctantly, as if she wanted to delay the time of approaching the coffin as much as possible.
The master couldn't wait any longer.
At this moment, he also tore off the gentle and compassionate side that he had pretended to be like God, and shouted at the girl angrily: "Hurry up!"
Ah Yu was frightened by the angry shout and trembled, and quickly quickened his pace towards the coffin.
When she squatted down and was about to reach out to touch the coffin, she raised her head and looked at her master as if begging for mercy, as if she wanted to make her master change his mind.
But the master couldn't see A Yu at all. His whole mind and eyes were focused on Nan Tian in the coffin.
In fact, the original winter solstice festival is much more complicated than simply acquiring power like this, but because of the complicated rituals it is more able to communicate between heaven and earth, and because of the souls of the living it can wander between life and death and gain more power.
However, because he vaguely felt that the evil spirit and the ghosts were approaching him, the master decided to give up and not care about anything.
The priority is no longer to fully complete the goal.
The master doesn't want what happened twenty years ago to happen again.
He didn't want to experience that feeling of being weak and powerless, of being able to tremble in fear before the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth... again.
A cruel look flashed in the master's eyes, and his hideous and twisted face was full of hatred towards Ye Li and Yan Shixun.
If it weren't for those two, he could have completed the Winter Solstice Festival with better preparation.
Although he was very surprised by the appearance of the witch's descendants, his original plan was to use this winter solstice festival to complete the final cycle of power.
Just like a fish leaping into a dragon.
After breaking through the last obstacle, no one and nothing can hurt him anymore.
He will become a true God through all life.
However, due to the coercion of those two - especially the ungrateful evil spirit, he could only choose the offspring of the witch in such an embarrassing way. To him, this was like a mark of weakness and shame.
The master thought bitterly that after he finished everything, he would first let those two experience the pain of being trapped between life and death forever, unable to live or to survive.
Under the gaze of her master, A Yu approached the coffin with trembling hands.
She had witnessed every sacrifice in the past, and therefore knew what would happen if anyone other than her master approached these strange chrysanthemums.
Those people have turned into dry corpses, and are now still in the hanging coffins on the cliff below. Their souls are forever trapped in the corpses, unable to leave.
She didn't want to become like that. She, she still wanted to go outside the mountain to have a look. Last time, the lady boss of the mountain had promised to bring her new clothes when she went there this time. She didn't want to...
"What are you waiting for, Yu-chan!"
The master noticed Ah Yu's hesitation. He bent down angrily and stretched out his hand towards the girl after barely regaining his normal state. "Or do you have other thoughts, too?"
Ah Yu was so frightened that she started crying and tried desperately to defend herself.
She didn't want to become one of those corpses. She had seen people killed by her master with her own eyes, and therefore she was terrified of death.
Just then, a calm voice came from behind.
"Master, Ah Yu is timid and clumsy, so I'll do it."
My sister walked out of the shadows with a calm expression and appeared in the master's field of vision.
The master turned around and his expression softened a little because of the sister's understanding.
"It's worth it that I spared your lives and kept you by my side all these years. Alan, you are a good child."
The elder sister bowed to the master calmly: "Yes, we two sisters will never forget the kindness of the master."
But when she lowered her head, my sister's eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.
But for the sake of her sister's life, she could only temporarily suppress her fluctuating emotions, and forced herself to stay calm as she walked towards the coffin and pushed her sister away from the coffin.
"elder sister……"
The younger sister felt relieved, but still looked at her sister worriedly, feeling uneasy and guilty.
Her sister gave her a brief reassuring smile, then squatted down, took a deep breath, and reached out her palms toward the coffin.
The moment my sister's flesh touched the coffin, the patterns that originally covered the coffin began to move towards where she was. The golden silk threads floating in the air were like beasts that smelled blood. They quickly pounced on my sister's palm and took root in it.
Vitality was continuously transferred from my sister's body to the chrysanthemums, making the flowers bloom more beautifully, but my sister groaned, her face turned pale, and all the blood disappeared.
My younger sister was clutching the corner of my clothes tightly, and was so anxious that she was about to cry.
However, the master was watching them from the side, and the sister didn't dare to do anything.
The heavy coffin was slowly lifted in my sister's hands, making a heavy and harsh "creak!" sound.
The moment the coffin was opened, a large amount of human breath leaked out from the gap.
The master's eyes were filled with excitement, and his hands, shaking uncontrollably, stretched forward, as if he had seen the moment when he would become a god.
Pleasure and excitement filled his heart, and in the face of extreme temptation, his original caution broke down, allowing his breath to leak out for a moment.
After my sister endured the pain and opened the coffin, her eyes widened instantly when she saw the person lying in the coffin.
——What this person was holding in his hand was actually the fabric that she had given away in the village before!
The person who said he wanted to leave the village happened to be the chosen sacrifice?
At that moment, my sister's heart was almost filled with despair.
She was full of hope that at least she had saved one person, but it turned out that she hadn't... Couldn't she even resist in the end?
But soon, my sister discovered that the man’s face seemed different from the one she saw in the village, and his clothes were also different.
If you look closely, this person actually looks like the corpse of the Nancun witch she had seen before.
An absurd guess popped up in my sister's mind.
Could it be that the witch who died at the hands of my master back then still has descendants?
Does this mean that Nanming Mountain can still be saved?
The sister, who was originally in despair, felt a glimmer of hope because of the vague similarities between Nan Tian and Grandma Nan's facial features.
In the distance, Ye Li raised his eyes the moment his master leaked his breath, and his gaze shot straight in the direction where the breath came from as fast as lightning.
Found it.
The sinful soul that had given up everything to hide for many years... was right across the street.
After locking onto the location of his master, Ye Li quickly went towards Yan Shixun. He stretched out his long arms, wrapped them around Yan Shixun's thin waist, held him in his arms, and then fell from the coffin on the mountain road to the thousand-foot cliff next to it.
The air current blowing up from below blew past Yan Shixun's ears, and the strong wind almost made him unable to open his eyes.
Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li in astonishment: "What are you doing?"
"I was unable to determine Nan Heye's location before, so I didn't use my strength to avoid alerting him and allowing him to escape again. However."
Ye Li's eyes were cold and sharp: "Now, he can't escape."
Black fog spread below Yeli and quickly swept across the entire valley.
The mist seemed to have substance, filling the original abyss into a flat ground, and Ye Li embraced Yan Shixun and rushed through it, shrinking the distance to an inch, and reached the other side from the cliff on one side almost instantly.
Even though it was dark far away, Ye Li's sharp eyes were still fixed on the naturally formed groove on the mountain.
There, there was a figure that made Ye Li disgusted.
The master also seemed to sense something, and his hand, which was about to reach out to Nantian who was sleeping in the coffin, paused. He raised his head and looked forward, then his eyes narrowed into a point.
It was as if the nightmare from twenty years ago was reappearing.
The ghost's face was solemn and murderous, and the aura around him was terrifying and heavy. The wind he brought with him swept over, as sharp as a blade, and even the hard rocks were cut with deep marks, and the gravel rolled down the cliff.
Twenty years ago, the same thing happened to the ghosts and gods. They came towards him after he killed the witch in Nancun.
The power formed a dragnet that made it impossible for him to escape.
The master even thought that he had died again.
But he quickly came to his senses, the instinct for survival took over, and he rushed into the coffin in panic without stopping, trying to wrap up Nantian's unconscious body with his entire flesh-less skin.
However, Ye Li's sister, who was standing next to the coffin, also saw him.
She had been keeping an eye on her master's movements, wanting to find his flaws, unwillingly not wanting to die like this.
But she soon discovered that her master had stopped moving and was looking up at the cliff next to him.
Ever since the abandoned babies were picked up by Master and brought back to Nanming Mountain, my sister had never seen Master so frightened and out of control.
She couldn't help but look sideways in confusion.
My sister didn't know Yeli, nor did she know that this was a ghost. Having grown up in the Nanming Mountains and dealing with the dead, my sister became numb to the difference between life and death, and could not tell the difference between humans, gods and ghosts.
However, the sister recognized Yan Shixun in Ye Li's arms at a glance.
She remembered it very clearly. It was this man who showed kindness to her and her sister in the village and wanted to take her sister out of Nanming Mountain.
Perhaps, this person could help her and her sister defeat the master...
My sister isn't sure.
But she felt the vitality draining away from her body, and seeing her master whom she hated and feared beside her, she finally gritted her teeth and made a decision.
She's going to die anyway, so what is there to be afraid of!
She had been afraid for more than ten years, and even her resistance was cautious and covert. She only dared to secretly send the woven fabrics out of the mountain, hoping to let those people leave alive, but she always ended in failure.
Now, for her sister's life, she should fight once!
My sister's eyes suddenly became firm.
Just when the master was eager to rush to the coffin, my sister suddenly let go of her hand and quickly closed the coffin again.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the coffin closed instantly.
The master bumped into the outside of the coffin and hit nothing.
He was stunned at first, then realized something and looked to the side angrily: "Alan, you!"
My sister's face was pale, but she raised her lips and sneered: "Go, die - old monster!"
The master's eyes turned from disbelief to rage. He stretched out his hand and pushed my sister away from where she was standing, roaring and trying desperately to open the coffin again.
The weak sister was unable to resist and could only fly outward with the force, rushing out of the boulder and falling off the cliff like a wounded baby bird.
The younger sister screamed and rushed over heartbrokenly: "Sister!"
But this brief moment of delay was enough for Ye Li to rush over from a distance.
Thick fog enveloped everything, pale lights were looming on the mountain road, and the entire Nanming Mountain and the surrounding world instantly entered Yeli's perception.
The Nanming Mountain, which was originally isolated from the world because it was controlled by the master, has returned to the control of ghosts and gods, and the world is watching it with its eyes downcast.
The power surrounded the area tightly, and Ye Li isolated all life and death outside the black fog, eliminating the possibility of anything that happened twenty years ago happening again.
As a result, everything within the range of the fog was instantly stripped of life and death.
The villagers carrying the coffin on the mountain road, the corpse in the coffin, the hanging coffin on the cliff, and even the two sisters...Except Yan Shixun who was not affected because of the power of Ye Li in his meridians, everyone lost consciousness in an instant.
Including the program crew and the rescue team in the longevity village far downstream, and even the eerily long-lived and healthy elderly people in the village, they all seemed to have been drained of all their life. They were still talking one moment, and fell limply to the ground the next.
The rotten corpses that were originally attacking the program crew and the rescue team were like punctured water balloons. Their flesh and blood exploded and splattered everywhere, leaving only a piece of human skin falling down, covering the boneless flesh.
The Changshou Village, which had been caught in an anxious and bitter battle, suddenly became quiet.
The entire Nanming Mountain was in deathly silence.
Only Lu Xingxing, who had temporarily obtained the power of Ye Li, was able to stand still when everyone else was unable to get up.
The cold mountain wind blew through Changshou Village, which had turned into a battlefield, dispersing the bloody smell of the rotting corpses, bringing a hint of coolness and calming down Lu Xingxing, who had been obsessed with killing the corpses.
Lu Xingxing's entire body was covered in the blood and flesh of exploded corpses, and even his hair was soaked in the fishy smell.
He held a long stick in his hand, which he used as a weapon, and looked at the black fog around him in confusion, not knowing what was happening.
However, the power flowing through his meridians adapted well to the black fog, and he even had a vague sense of joy like a puppy seeing its master.
——Of course, these are Lu Xingxing’s own personal feelings.
Lu Xingxing blinked her heavy eyelashes stained with blood and suddenly realized something.
"Fuck..." He murmured in disbelief: "Could it be that Master's Aunt did something?"
Lu Xingxing couldn't express how shocked he was at the moment. He was even horrified at Ye Li's identity. He couldn't imagine how strong Ye Li must be to be able to do this.
However, after a brief moment of daze, Lu Xingxing quickly reacted and squatted down quickly to check everyone's breathing.
Then he was shocked to find that—
Except for him, everyone else had no breathing or pulse, as if they were dead.
But they are not dead, and life still exists in their bodies.
It was as if everyone's life and death were suspended at this moment.
Neither life nor death.
Just like the old people in the longevity village, their existence cannot be found either in the boundary of life or death.
Lu Xingxing was anxious for a moment, but then he realized that his master's aunt would not kill everyone.
Even though he was afraid of Ye Li, he trusted Yan Shixun even more. With his uncle-master around, everyone should be fine.
So, Lu Xingxing touched his chin and thought for a moment on the battlefield, then happily bent down and snatched the butcher knife from an old man.
Then, he happily swung his sword and struck down the suspended battlefield.
“Puff!”
The audience in front of the main screen watched everyone fall to the ground and were immediately horrified: [What happened? Could it be that everyone is dead!!!]
[Lu Xingxing??? What is he doing? Aa ...
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The master didn’t know what happened in the Changshou Village downstream.
He was cut off from his control over the entire Nanming Mountain, and even the vitality that had been continuously supplied by the chrysanthemums and allowed him to survive after being seriously injured was blocked.
At this moment, the master looked like a seriously ill old man who needed expensive medicines and machines to maintain his life. His complexion suddenly pale, and his originally shiny skin began to quickly become covered with wrinkles, becoming hideous and terrifying, and he could no longer maintain his previous immortal posture.
He lay tightly on the coffin, refusing to give up and trying to take back the power from Nantian's soul. At the same time, he raised his eyes, looking forward with bloodshot and resentful eyes.
"You actually went this far."
The master's voice was hoarse and full of resentment: "What's the difference between you and me? Ghosts and gods, ha! Aren't they also stepping on those living people? Why don't the heaven and earth recognize me, but recognize you instead!"
Ye Li lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his master with a look filled with cold disgust.
The Tao is with him at this time, and the heaven and earth look down upon the tiny ant with heavy power.
"You have escaped through life and death."
Ye Li said in a deep voice: "This time, you can no longer avoid it."
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