A surge of anger rose in Kong Yanqing's heart, and he felt a sense of disappointment towards Xia Yiqian for hurting himself for others.
He even secretly wondered in his heart whether he should rush downstairs and kill all fifty people.
In this way, Xia Yiqian has no one to save, and they can still leave Wanfu Inn through the underworld.
As for the gods...
That's not their responsibility, so what does he have to do with what he does?
Everyone in the room felt the strong murderous aura emanating from Kong Yanqing, as well as the demonic aura that seemed to be tangible.
Bai Lingyu subconsciously shrank into the corner, fearing that this person would show his power and drag her into it.
Xia Yiqian didn't expect Kong Yanqing to react so strongly. She looked at him in confusion and asked in a questioning tone, "Why do you think I would sacrifice myself for others?
Among so many people, the only one I want to save is Assistant Zhang..."
Having said this, she paused for a moment and added another name.
"And Zhao Mengmeng."
The soda and candies the young lady gave him were very delicious, and she was her soul guide in “starting the all-night party”.
He is a good person.
No one could remember who Zhao Mengmeng was, but after hearing Xia Yiqian's words, they all inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
At least Kong Yanqing's antisocial behavior was completely suppressed.
Kong Yanqing: "Then what are you going to do?"
Xia Yiqian tore off the first piece of talisman paper and started writing and drawing on the second note.
"This is a technique I saw in the ancient books of Qingyun Temple.
As early as the ancient times, natural treasures could be seen everywhere, and all the ancient gods were devoted to cultivation, seeking only to attain enlightenment and become saints.
At that time, there was no currency, and gold, silver, and treasures were meaningless to their cultivation, so everyone thought of another equivalent exchange."
"Is it luck?" Bai Mingyu blurted out in surprise.
Xia Yiqian nodded, "Absorbing other people's luck is a sin, whether in ancient times or in modern times.
So they came up with another way to turn this "sin" into a fair transaction between both parties.
After saying this, she tore off another piece of talisman paper in her hand and handed both to the god at the same time.
"Put a drop of blood essence on each of these two pieces of talisman paper."
The god did not hesitate at all and directly forced out two drops of blood, dripping them onto the two pieces of talisman paper.
Xia Yiqian put away the second talisman paper and said calmly, "To trigger these two talismans, each drawing must contain our own blood essence.
I can absorb his luck first and let the heavens send down a thunderstorm. When I can get out, I can activate another talisman paper to express our mutual consent."
As she spoke, she waved the talisman in her hand in front of the god, "Because I don't know how much evil power is needed to make the Heavenly Dao split the barrier here, I made this talisman to absorb all the luck in you.
Once the talisman paper is activated, there is absolutely no possibility of stopping.
If you don't want this, you can terminate the deal now."
This was the fastest and most convenient method she could think of at the moment. As an ordinary little zombie, she was taking a huge risk. She definitely didn't want the luck of a god to try and see if she could accelerate her growth into an adult.
When the god heard Xia Yiqian's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then he showed the most sincere smile since they entered the fifth floor.
"As long as I can save them and free the souls of those who died because of me, I am willing to do anything."
Xia Yiqian was dazzled by this silly smile: ...
She silently squeezed out a drop of blood from her fingertips and dripped it onto the talisman paper. She secretly made up her mind that when she became a human in the future, she must not be too kind or too conscientious.
The softer the heart, the easier it is to be hurt. The silly god in front of her is a lesson for her.
On the yellow talisman paper, the moment the light blood of the lower mind dripped onto it, the talisman paper instantly became bright.
The god only felt that his body was bound by something invisible and he couldn't move at all.
The things in his body that had always made him feel peaceful were gradually drained away, and were replaced by an inexplicable coldness.
He knew that his luck was gradually draining away. If all his luck was lost, he would probably become an unlucky person who couldn't even breathe because of his allergic reaction to oxygen.
But if it could put an end to all these sins, he would not regret it.
The god slowly closed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming peaceful.
Xia Yiqian: ...You're not dead yet, why do you look so satisfied with your death?
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