"What are you saying? Is Master that kind of person?" Qiao Yu raised his fist, but then remembered that the other person was still pressing against his body, so he had no choice but to stop.
He was more self-aware than "Liang Si" and had already begun to examine himself: "I take back what I said before, and I also want to let it go."
"Hmm." Liang Si nodded, then became interested in what happened next. "And then?"
"And then!" Qiao Yu rolled her eyes at him, looking at Liang Si as if he were an ungrateful wretch. "After that, he was already seriously injured, and his master, whose Qi and blood were unstable, got angry again because you ran away. You should know more about what happened after that than I do."
Because at that time, I was already dead.
Master believes that the Dream Weaver can bring back the demons within you to recreate the scene from that time. Because you are a sword blank, your body is stronger than that of ordinary sword cultivators. This strength is even greater than that of martial arts cultivators.
Otherwise, Master wouldn't have used you as a guinea pig to test you.
Besides, they're not guinea pigs, are they...?
Qiao Yu gazed at the clouds in the sky.
He became suspicious. The cloud was so bright that it blocked out the blue of the sky, making the distant clouds look like contaminated cotton.
"Master said that she once helped people grow legs again." He yawned, a strange drowsiness washing over him.
Just then, the hearse stopped moving, and Jingwu, unable to brake in time, crashed into the back of the hearse.
His eyelids twitched, the hearse door opened, and two black-robed men, drained of their life force, rolled out.
"You've ruined me! You've ruined me! Are you going to chop me up again?! Girl! You're ruining people! You're ruining people!" The old man in the hearse muttered incessantly. He was born into the Soul Clan and had a keen sense of the destiny of heaven and earth. "Girl! I don't want to play with you anymore! Where are you?! Come out here! I can't handle this anymore!"
"Master asked you to deal with these..."
Liang Si glanced at the two old men on the ground, both of whom were so thin they looked like skin and bones, their bodies even appearing waxy.
Surprisingly, despite his advanced age, the black-robed man's eyes were still darting around.
They stared at the sky in horror, "How could this be? How could this be? It's impossible, Qi Yun, Qi Yun is long dead..."
"Pray for good fortune?" Qiao Yu was taken aback.
A memory seemed to reside deep within his soul: when his master was exorcising the demon for Qiao Yu, he had said that Qi Yun's moves would not be so simple.
At the time, he was still wondering who would use such a cruel and torturous method to pray for good fortune.
Now it seems that this prayer for good fortune was performed by a person?
"Pray for Fortune! How could Prayer for Fortune appear? Isn't harming my demon race enough?" Another withered old man stared at the clouds in the sky and said hatefully, "If you wanted to destroy the demons, why go through all this trouble? Your original intention was for a world without gods, and you've achieved that. First came the Soul Clan, yes, the Demon Lord..."
"Praying for good fortune..."
"Who exactly is Qi Yun?" "Qiao Yu" pulled off the veil from his head.
The old man's face was covered in tattoos, which made his already gaunt and thin face look like it was stained with clumps of dirt.
Or perhaps the hearse had absorbed a significant amount of his cultivation, as pustules began to appear below the old man's neck. "Qiao Yu" moved away in disgust, looking at the hearse. "You should know who Qi Yun is, right?"
The old man in the hearse was stunned for a moment, then swayed the hearse and turned it around, the wheels hovering between Qiao Yu and Liang Si. "Why do I feel that you two little kids have changed a lot? It's like... like you've been replaced. I haven't been asleep for long, have I?"
"Not long." Liang Si knew this man was truly capable, and her attitude was much better than it had been in Mogancheng. "Please tell us."
“I didn’t want to tell you,” the old man snapped. “But now, I think I’m about to die, so telling you won’t hurt.”
"No, you can't say!" Jingwu rushed forward.
He didn't know who was inside the hearse, but he was certain that there was an ancient monster inside.
Chen Gan and Gao Ying are not ordinary people; they are both old monsters of the demon race. No one in the Xuanmen sect can restrain such old monsters now, and the aura emanating from the hearse is clearly that of a demon cultivator.
"You can't say it! If you do, we'll all die! Daring to reveal Qi Yun's whereabouts is a capital offense! A capital offense! You should know that!"
"I know that, but I can't afford to offend the other one! One is a complete madman, and the other is a madman who can reason. I'll definitely listen to the one who can reason!"
Jing Wu was pulled back by Liang Si halfway through his charge. He was dumbfounded; things were not as he had imagined.
"I! I!" He breathed rapidly, trying to finish what he wanted to say, "That girl, right! I! I! She..."
"Wait! She doesn't eat people," the hearse kindly warned. "She'll only torture you."
Jingwu:……
"And she's not on this peak either. Strange, strange, strange..." The hearse muttered several strange things in a row, and said in a peculiar tone, "The last time she was unconscious, was it the same thing? Is she unconscious again this time? Two little children, has something terrible happened at the Xuan Yun Sect?"
The old man had been reprimanded by Wen Jingge, so now he only talks big but doesn't actually dare to cause trouble on the mountain.
Liang Si witnessed and participated in the training for the hearse. A qualified hearse needs to undergo multiple inspections before leaving the factory. During that period, the old man was struck by lightning every day.
He was numb from being hacked so much.
"What's the meaning?"
"It means... it means I suddenly can't find her!"
Having learned from the previous experience, the hearse had given up hope that Wen Jinge would have an accident. Such a scourge should be remembered for all time. If she died early, wouldn't his lifelong reputation be ruined?
"Yes, yes, there's also a little baby next to her. Can you guys see if there's any way to prove he's still alive? They were both there when I was absorbing the demonic energy. How could something have happened so quickly!"
“It’s gone.” “Qiao Yu” took out the string of beads in his hand, which Yang Wennan had given him.
In that instant, a series of fragmented images flashed through his mind, and he inadvertently remembered everything from his past.
It was only later that he realized Yang Wennan had done it on purpose.
"Where is the location?" Liang Si asked.
"I don't know, I have no direction!" He glanced at the clouds in the sky; the appearance of that cloud was definitely not accidental.
Praying for good fortune and slaughter are natural enemies!
Moreover, the killing he encountered was one with amnesia. Real killings are not as benevolent as this one. That one would turn away immediately if he uttered a single word of dissent, and at that moment, he would meet with certain death.
True killing doesn't require physically taking the blows; the curse she's born with will solve all her problems.
Admittedly, praying for good fortune is also a weak state, but...
"The clouds in the sky!"
Just as the hearse uttered those words, a beam of light burst forth from a distant house. The light was as fast as lightning and vanished before anyone could even notice it.
"Gouchen! Gouchen has moved!"
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