Chapter 141 The young lovers meet! "Please, don't leave me"...

Xie Tingyu took a deep breath, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

The dullness turned into pain, spreading from the chest.

Fragments of the picture surged in, gradually becoming clearer and clearer, all the scenes were visible at a glance, Xie Tingyu felt a sharp pain in his head, and knelt on one knee with his head supported.

The three spirit fish in his hand were thrown out and quickly turned into three fish bones. The flesh and blood of the spirit fish disappeared out of thin air, as if some strange existence had sucked away their flesh and blood, leaving only bones.

The ghost lord appeared, but it was just a clone of her soul.

Xie Tingyu looked down at the black cloth shoes that came into view, endured the pain in his head, stood up, and sneered: "Why don't you restore all your memories?"

"What are you afraid of?"

If Xie Tingyu used to be full of respect for the Ghost Lord, Xie Tingyu in the cultivation world began to have doubts, and now, Xie Tingyu just wants to see through the ghost in front of him.

What else could the Ghost Lord, who controls everything in the Ghost Palace, be afraid of?

Since the ghost master appeared, he has not made any sound.

It was hard to guess what she was thinking, but Xie Tingyu felt inexplicably disgusted, and felt disgusted whenever he saw her.

"The Nine Abyss Restriction is about to be opened. I don't have time to argue with you about these irrelevant things." Xie Tingyu felt the Ghost Lord's eyes looking at her.

No one knew when Hongxiu appeared behind the Ghost Master. The two stood together with calm eyes, just like the scene in the fantasy palace in the desert of the Western Regions at that time.

"I thought she would be able to come back, but I didn't expect she would still be 10% short." Hongxiu suddenly spoke up, breaking the strange silence.

The ghost master nodded, and the two men's eyes on Xie Tingyu instantly turned into disappointment. This stark disappointment made Xie Tingyu feel cold in his heart and his anger surged.

The very beginning of the book-crossing was a huge scam. I thought it was only Xie Chuyang who deceived the system, but I didn't expect that the Ghost Lord and Hong Xiu also intervened.

It's hard to tell whether it's anger or murderous intent, maybe both.

A large cloud of blood-red mist rose up in the surroundings. The Ghost Lord and Hong Xiu looked at each other and both disappeared at the same time without explaining to Xie Tingyu, not even a word.

Xie Tingyu stood there in a daze, his mind in a mess, he couldn't tell where his thoughts were drifting to at the moment, but with the remaining pain, Xie Tingyu raised his eyes.

Not long after the Ghost Lord and Hongxiu left, a mournful cry was heard from the Nine Abyss.

A hissing sound rang in his ears, and Xie Tingyu's pupils rolled around in a daze.

Xie Tingyu had been guarding the Nine Abysses for several years, so naturally he had his own residence.

Right now, the Ghost Lord and Hong Xiu's attitude towards her is strange, and she will not stick with them again until she has sorted out everything.

Faceless ghosts were floating around her. The strong ghost aura on Xie Tingyu was what the ghosts desired. They always showed greed and covetousness.

Malicious glances were cast from all directions, and strange whispers echoed everywhere.

Xie Tingyu turned a deaf ear to it.

There was a rumbling sound of thunder from the Nine Abyss. Xie Tingyu's heart suddenly jumped and he stepped back subconsciously.

The thunder struck, a crack appeared in the air, and a blood-stained figure rolled out.

The smell of blood filled my nose.

Xie Tingyu looked down from above, watching with cold eyes.

The man held a light blue sword in his hand, tightly clenched in one hand. His white robe was completely soaked in blood, and blood was flowing from his body.

His black hair was loose.

Perhaps it was due to excessive blood loss and severe injuries from the thunder that caused his face to be extremely pale, but the murderous aura surrounding him was overwhelming. The ghosts that had originally wanted to approach him at the smell of blood retreated in fear.

Most of the ghosts here are of low intelligence, and they flee from here with the little fear they have left.

But his living breath was too obvious, like a bright light in the darkness, constantly attracting stronger ghosts that were not afraid of light to rush over.

Not long after, during the moment he was stunned, countless ghosts rushed in from all directions, with more ferocious momentum than the surging tide.

The little ghost with blue eyes sat on Wuming's shoulder, looking worried.

Several ghost officials with missing arms and legs were holding weapons, including knives and chains, and there was frost on their bodies that had not completely melted.

Wu Bu's eyes were filled with hatred as he covered his waist, from where evil spirits continuously leaked out, like a balloon with a big hole in it, leaking air out.

A group of little skeletons followed Uncle Skeleton. Uncle Skeleton didn't say anything and didn't make any movements, but the little skeletons were showing their fangs and claws.

Turning back, Hongxiu suddenly appeared, dressed in red, with her hands folded in front of her.

Xie Tingyu was inexplicably relieved, at least the ghost master was not there.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is inviting ghosts.

Xie Tingyu sighed.

"They say you shouldn't pick up men on the street." Xie Tingyu circled around the man for several times, and suddenly sneered twice, "This fell from the sky. It's your bad luck that you met me."

Xie Tingyu raised his hand, and the red silk thread wrapped around his body, trying to lift him up.

The person in front of me suddenly coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He slowly opened his eyes, confused.

Xie Tingyu tilted her head slightly and looked at him, then smiled and said:

"You hate me so much? You even come to the ghost house to kill me all."

The aqua-blue sword fell to the ground. Wen Zhiyu staggered two steps forward and cautiously reached out his hand. Seeing that she didn't move, his desire to hold her in his arms reached its peak.

But he was covered in blood, how could he touch her?

Unexpectedly, Xie Tingyu took the initiative to move closer and raised his head slightly, "Are you here to kill them all, or are you here specifically to look for someone? This is a ghost house, there is no one here..."

“They are all ghosts.”

"Who are you looking for? Immortal Lord."

Wen Zhi couldn't suppress the desire in his heart, as if he was seduced by her. No, it wasn't seduction. Xie Tingyu could drive him crazy with just a look or a word.

He carefully hugged her slender shoulders, and the cold touch passed through his fingertips. She felt cold all over. The warm breath only existed in the past, and her heartbeat disappeared.

And his bone bells didn't make any sound when he saw her.

There was only a red light that grew increasingly intense in the bone bell, scorching hot and making Wen Zhiyu's heart more and more restless.

His chin rested lightly on her shoulder, almost just touching, fleetingly, without any strength.

The voice had a trembling tone, sounding aggrieved and frightened.

"Please, don't abandon me."

Not only Xie Tingyu was stunned, but also the ghosts around him.

Even in the outer area of ​​Jiuyuan, there are dangerous ghosts and abyssal energy. They are watching for risks and want to capture the intruders into the ghost house.

But you saw this intruder holding the Ghost King of the Ghost House in his arms?

What is happening?

Wuming's eyes widened, and the little ghost on his shoulder's eyes sparkled, his blue eyes full of surprise.

This scene had a huge impact on the ghost.

Wen Zhiyu's hug didn't last long. Xie Tingyu suddenly pushed him away, and he was caught off guard and took several steps back.

Grievance and panic were revealed in his eyes, and his lips were curled in a stiff smile.

He seemed to have no idea what expression to make. He might be feeling aggrieved after seeing his lover again after death, but she pushed him away. Or he might be confused after trying his best to enter the ghost house to look for his lover's soul, but found that her status was not what he had expected.

"Tuiwu, are you acquainted with this intruder?"

"He must have recognized the wrong person. Who do I look like, your Taoist partner?" Xie Tingyu smiled, and her eyes swept across the warm and lonely expressions. Her breathing missed a beat.

But she has to do it now.

Wen Zhiyu just stared at her, tears welling up in his eyes, his eye sockets red, his fingers clenched tightly, and he pinched his palms until they bled.

Drip down your palm.

Wu Bu gritted his teeth and said, "Tuiwu, your affairs in the cultivation world have already violated the rules of the Ghost Mansion. Now you are openly protecting people in the cultivation world. Are you really going to become a traitor to the Ghost Mansion?"

"Are you deaf? I've already said that he recognized the wrong person." Xie Tingyu looked casual, looking at Hun indifferently, "How many ghost messengers has he killed?"

"No one has died, but all of my subordinates have suffered spiritual damage and are close to falling. I hope the king will punish this person severely."

It has to be said that Wen Zhi, a living person and a cultivator, was extremely courageous for daring to break into the ghost house.

The ghost palace and the world of cultivation are truly like water and fire.

"In that case, let's send this intruder to the depths of the Nine Abyss. If he wants to visit my ghost palace, then he can watch enough."

Tuiwu was raised by the Ghost Master and Lady Hongxiu. Now that the Ghost Master is gone and Lady Hongxiu has not objected, the other ghosts can only listen to Tuiwu.

She did not take any action, but just walked past Wen Zhiyu without even looking at him, letting the ghost officials drag Wen Zhiyu's seriously injured body into Jiuyuan.

A sharp roar came from the Ninth Abyss, which was extremely piercing.

Wen Zhiyu did not struggle. He silently stared at Xie Tingyu's leaving back. A tear rolled down his cheeks, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Wu Bu walked past him with contempt on his face and kicked Wen Zhiyu on the back of the knee. Wen Zhiyu fell to his knees with a "thump".

Xie Tingyu didn't even reply.

Wu Bu laughed even more viciously, "Do you think you can be so arrogant in the ghost palace just because you beat me? There are many people who can deal with you. What's the use of you coming to find her? She has never had you in her heart from the beginning to the end."

"Wu Bu."

A voice came from behind, Wu Bu shuddered and turned around. Xie Tingyu turned his head and stared at him with a cold expression.

Wu Bu was used to her expression. If it was in the past, he would not have thought anything of it. But Wen Zhiyu was standing in front of him, and this person gave him an unprecedented sense of threat.

The depths of the Nine Abyss were seldom visited by humans, so the ghost officials hurriedly left Wen Zhiyu behind and limped back.

Even though they were missing limbs, they were still ghosts after all and could recover through cultivation.

Wen Zhiyu was thrown away casually, his hands and feet were bound with chains, and there was a soul-binding whip on his waist. He himself didn't know where he was thrown. His eyes were dark and the wounds on his body were painful.

His ears were filled with unpleasant hissing sounds, and countless ghosts and spirits came up and circled around him.

Those ghosts were wary of his powerful strength and did not dare to act rashly.

But as time went by, they realized that this man was like fish on the chopping board, with no way to escape, so they rushed over madly, with ghosts covering the sky and completely blocking the light, which was already scarce. There were countless of them.

Wen Zhiyu closed his eyes, a self-deprecating look on his face.

Feeling the flesh being torn off.

These ghosts scrambled to share his flesh, bones and blood.

However, as the foul stench came over him and more ghosts and spirits rushed towards him, a streak of red split the dark sky of Jiuyuan.

A red light was torn out.

The ghost in front of him was swept away.

A red figure slowly walked out of the darkness, with half of its face hidden in the shadows.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but she seemed to be glowing. This scene seemed to have been engraved in my mind a long time ago. When was it?

Wen Zhi's vision blurred for a moment.

When he came to his senses, he saw a tear rolling down her cheek and falling into the abyss of the Nine Abyss.

The person he had missed for a long time called out his name in the voice that had often appeared in his mind in the past few days.

"Warm and happy."

"I'm late."