"Did you feel it?" Wen Jingge looked at his two disciples hesitantly.
At that moment, she wanted to cry.
She could actually smell onions.
"I can feel it." Qiao Yu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and sniffed to make herself look less disheveled. "Master, let's escape! Hmm?"
There was no trace of Wen Jinge here. She was now in spirit form, and in a flash, she had already returned to her body on the altar.
Qiao Yu: ...
"You still call me stupid? I think you're the stupidest one." Liang Si touched her head, her expression stiffening as she thought about how the other person's body should have been hers.
"Idiot!" Qiao Yu cursed as she flew, "You can just stay here and play by yourself! You'll have someone to keep you company."
Liang Si was stunned for a moment before realizing that the scent was coming from her own body.
"Hey! Don't you want your body anymore?"
"No, it's dirty!" Qiao Yu shouted, and he quickly caught up with Wen Jinge.
As for Liang Si, behind him stood a large, peeled onion. The onion peeled off its shell layer by layer, and as the shell separated from the body, it immediately turned into a puddle of water. And he was standing in this puddle of water.
When Liang Sixiang was about to follow in the footsteps of his master and leave, he realized that he had been stuck to the ground with onions, and he frowned deeply.
Could this be the white blob that was running around the house earlier? Did he release it?
"Hello!"
"Hey!" the thing replied, and then both the person and the thing fell silent again.
What are you?
"What are you?" A mouthful of onion water was sprayed at Liang Si. He realized that this stuff might be poisonous, just like his feet that were stuck together. He immediately cast a spell.
The items were kept outside, but Liang Si was still choked by the stench. "Pah! What are you?!"
He cried and sniffled, the shadow of being neglected by Wen Jingge in his past life resurfacing at this moment. He looked up at the sky and sighed in anguish, "Why! Why do I have to face this again?"
The onions seemed to be drawn in by his tragic demeanor, ceasing to spray water at him, and even the onion water on the ground vanished as if time had reversed.
Liang Si moved her feet, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"Strange! Strange!" The onion started rolling on its own, rolling into the pile of broken walls that Liang Si had crushed, and after rolling around once, it miraculously shattered.
"Huh?" Liang Si asked, puzzled. "What did I do?"
Just then, he felt a powerful vortex rushing towards his body in an extremely bizarre way. "Cough cough cough, I..."
He opened his mouth, as if he had realized something.
"No, I..."
That eerie voice was vying for control of the body with him, "Your fate will be rewritten by this old man, what else do you have to complain about?"
"I have already rewritten my own destiny."
"No!" The voice stubbornly led him forward. Liang Si was powerless, as if a hand in the void was grabbing his leg, lifting it up and pressing it to the ground.
He collapsed after walking for only a short while.
And the road ahead seems like a heavenly road that can never be reached.
Even a short distance seemed infinitely long to him.
What do you want to do with my body?
Liang Si gritted his teeth. In his previous life, his body had also been stolen in the same way. He thought that after switching bodies with Qiao Yu in this life, he could get rid of this situation, but he didn't expect that he would still be thinking about this.
His lips twitched abnormally, and soon, his face was covered with blue veins from the struggle.
"This place isn't so easily destroyed," the man muttered, stepping into the paper house. "Pray for good fortune! You little rascal!"
"What does the matter of praying for good fortune have to do with me, Liang Si?"
"No..." Liang Si was forced to shake his head. The thing inside his body was shaking its head so much that everything he saw was blurry.
"Those who can come here are no ordinary people."
"Yes, I am not an ordinary person. I am now at the third rank, only one step away from becoming a half-immortal."
"No, not this one." The man continued forward with heavy steps. Liang Si looked at the footprints on the ground and began to doubt her life.
If he's not mistaken, those footprints should belong to a gorilla!
This large footprint shouldn't be his.
he……
He looked down at his shoes; they were still there, but…
"This is the realm of the gods, my realm of the gods, and you have awakened me."
"No, no, no!" he said modestly, while trying to provoke others: "It was my master who awakened you. If you're so capable, go find her! You can't beat your master, so you beat your disciple. I don't think you're a righteous person."
He paused, then sat down cross-legged amidst the ruins.
"Your master..."
Liang Si realized that this thing was currently in a state of mental confusion, rambling on and on, and it was very likely that it didn't even know what it was doing.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The only way out now is to shift the focus of the conflict.
He hadn't believed it before, but this incident made him convinced that his master wouldn't die easily.
"No! You don't have a master." Liang Si watched as her fingers rapidly made calculations; clearly, this person was a fortune teller.
“Yes, I have her! She just went down there, right on that altar, with my junior brother.”
"No! You don't have a master." The voice was extremely certain. "That's not your master. Your master died long ago, killed by you."
Liang Si was startled, a pang of pain rising in her heart.
At that moment, he realized that this person was not calculating his identity as Liang Si, but rather his soul, and the events that occurred in his previous life.
“You!” he stammered, “You’re dead too, you’re a dead man.”
Liang Si: ...
"No! This shouldn't be happening!" He smashed the things around him frantically, laughing loudly, "Qi Yun! You're a madman! A madman! You schemed against me! Schemed against me! Fine! Fine! You all schemed against me!"
"I!"
Liang Si gripped a pillar in the temple tightly. In his eyes, everything in the temple was still made of paper. But at this moment, perhaps because this person was inside his body, the pillar could not be bent.
He paused, then hugged the pillar and refused to move.
"Let go!" The voice laughed wildly as it tried to pry his fingers open, but he couldn't budge them.
"Master!" Qiao Yu stood on the altar, looking at Wen Jingge, who had not woken up since her soul entered her body, with a sense of worry.
His unease intensified, especially after hearing the loud laughter coming from above.
It seems he came here with his master to trace his roots, but now, the harmony here has been broken.
The people lying in those smashed coffins have stood up, and the fact that there are many identical people here makes it even more eerie.
The only passage here is the altar beneath them, but the altar descends so slowly.
"Master..." He tightened his throat, holding Ling Yi in one hand and Wen Jinge in the other, "Master, please wake up! I really can't fight so many people by myself."
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