Chapter 47 A quarrel breaks out, Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhi have a complete falling out! ...

"Ha ha."

Xie Tingyu turned his head away with a puzzled look on his face. Wen Zhiyu smiled happily and laughed twice more in Xie Tingyu's puzzled eyes, "Junior sister, you have been a little lax recently. How can a little ghost who is a young man traveling in the second heaven make you so frightened?"

Bai Lingling's words distracted Xie Tingyu for a moment, and she twisted her hand, splashing a sword with foul-smelling mucus.

It would be embarrassing for her to tell others about it. This is not the concentration that a qualified swordsman should have.

Xie Tingyu smiled. Fortunately, she was not a serious sword practitioner.

'Luckily I'm a ghost.'

Xie Tingyu always likes to talk nonsense. Wen Zhiyu doesn't think much of what he says. He just thinks Xie Tingyu is tired from walking for many days.

Xie Tingyu always appears calm on the surface, but his heart is full of unexpected noises. Wen Zhiyu is used to this.

Ze Lan handed over another clean handkerchief and motioned Xie Tingyu to wipe it.

Xie Tingyu stopped his hand that was about to cast the Dust Removal Spell, hesitated for a moment, said thank you, took it, and rubbed it vigorously on his face a few times.

Wen Zhiyu couldn't stand it, he chuckled and turned away, not saying anything more about Xie Tingyu.

It's like giving in, Wen Zhi and silently reducing their presence, only playing the role of a guide.

Faint sounds of fighting could be heard in the darkness ahead. As the distance got closer, the sounds became clearer, with sharp roars mixed with muffled groans and the sound of jade striking.

"You're early."

In the long and empty corridor of the underground palace, a cold female voice echoed. It was neither Bai Lingling nor Xie Tingyu.

It's Zelan.

Xie Tingyu stared at Zelan as if he had seen a ghost, full of regret, and said in a heavy voice: "I have led you astray, I deserve to die."

Deep in the darkness, a faint light is extremely conspicuous in the darkness, and countless darkness "wriggles and twists" towards that light.

A figure was suddenly thrown into the air and slammed heavily onto the wall of the underground palace.

Han Xunzhen was crying blood, and there was a half-dead man lying next to him. He spat out blood and couldn't help but curse, "Who the hell are you?"

The fire that Han Xunzhen had lit went out in an instant, and the surroundings fell into darkness, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

The monk's vision is not restricted by the night, but the darkness within this underground palace is more than just the absence of light.

But these darknesses are all real things.

The "darkness" was hit unexpectedly, and the soft and smooth touch made Han Xunzhen's scalp tingle.

He stepped back a few steps, picked up the half-dead man on the ground in the dark, and said politely, but with all his strength, "Give me a hand."

After throwing the man out, there was a weird "paji" sound. Han Xunzhen broke out in a cold sweat on his back and heard a faint cough coming from the direction where the man was thrown out.

"You... deserve to die."

Han Xunzhen dodged an attack by relying on his sense, and the palm of his hand ignited with fire again, shining on his blood-stained face.

"Just die, you'll die before me anyway." Han Xunzhen's tone was full of disdain, and he had no fear of death at all.

The man fell silent. Han Xunzhen swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling, and licked the fishy-sweet blood on his lips.

"It looks like today, I'm going to die..."

Before he finished his words, a sound of strong wind breaking through the air came from behind. Han Xunzhen dragged his weak body and tried to hide, but was pulled back a few steps by a force.

Han Xunzhen was still thinking about the person who fell down not far away. He glanced at him coldly and didn't intend to care about that person's life or death.

The familiar sound of a whip echoed in the underground palace. Han Xunzhen was stunned, his body in great pain, and he stood there in a daze.

"Sister..." His voice seemed to be filled with grievance, as if he had finally seen his loved ones after a hard battle and was about to cry for joy.

Ze Lan waved the whip in her hand, and it turned into a fierce attack towards the "darkness" in front of Han Xun's true body, and the "darkness" made a sharp and piercing roar.

Xie Tingyu released the hand that was pressing on Han Xunzhen's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I took advantage of you this time. Next time you want to use my life to buy yours, I will agree to it."

No one expected Xie Tingyu to say such a thing. Not only Han Xunzhen himself, but even Ze Lan who was swinging the bone whip in front was stunned.

Wen Zhiyu's smile disappeared. He walked forward and spoke in a low voice, "What are you talking about?"

"Life is such a worthless thing, can you throw it to someone else without hesitation?"

Wen Zhiyu always pretended to be kind and gentle, but after hearing what Xie Tingyu said, he was rarely angry and showed his anger on his face.

Xie Tingyu didn't expect Wen Zhi to be angry at this time. She didn't understand why. "I used Han Xunzhen's life, so I should give it back to him. Does this mean I don't value my own life?"

"You are just afraid of me..." Xie Tingyu was so excited that he almost said the words of the Heart-shaking Spell directly. He swallowed the rest of the sentence "You are afraid that I will be a burden to you after my death" and Xie Tingyu sneered without saying anything.

Ze Lan was busy waving a bone whip to repel the things hidden in the "darkness" around her. Behind her, Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhiyu had an argument. This was different from the previous minor quarrels. It was the first time that Wen Zhiyu showed such anger in front of outsiders.

This is completely different from the usual warmth and kindness.

Even Xie Tingyu, who knew his true face, couldn't help but be surprised by his abnormality, not to mention Bai Lingling, Han Xunzhen and others who were almost accustomed to Wen Zhiyu's gentle expression.

"Why should I be afraid of you? Just tell them and let them know the secret between you and me." Wen Zhiyu tilted his head, with a crazy and stubborn smile.

Xie Tingyu, who was closest to him, saw his crazy expression clearly.

"You're crazy." Xie Ting frowned with disgust on his face.

In fact, Xie Tingyu has always disliked Wen Zhiyu, but this feeling has always been suppressed in his heart because of the same heart curse. In the original novel, he slaughtered half of the cultivation world for his own selfish desires. How can such a person be a good person?

The system asked her to complete only one task to convert the world-destroying villain, and the system never appeared again after that. Even when Xie Tingyu called her in her mind, there was no response.

This is Wen Zhiyu's personality. He is moody, crazy and stubborn. Whenever he is unhappy, he will kill someone for fun.

Isn’t it?

It has been a long time since I saw this kind of expression on Xie Tingyu's face. It was warm and reminded me of the first time I met Xie Tingyu.

Although he was a mortal, he was neither humble nor arrogant when facing this group of monks, and he was not afraid at all, and he even possessed some ghost magic.

She often looked at him with disgust. I wonder if Xie Tingyu herself has noticed how obvious the irritable and disgusted expression on her face is.

Wen Zhiyu knew that the Love Spell was what she used to restrain him, but as long as the Love Spell did not affect his plan, he could temporarily resist breaking up with her completely.

What about now?

Wen Zhiyu's smile was close to indifference. "If you say I'm crazy, then that's right, Xie Tingyu, you are the craziest person at heart."

He even dared to test the way of heaven.

Wen Zhiyu's words were incoherent, which made Xie Tingyu's heart skip a beat. What did she do to make Wen Zhiyu think she was crazy?

"Stop arguing. Sister Zelan can't take it anymore." Bai Lingling was anxious. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two seemed to be freezing, she spoke up quickly.

She also pulled a small pink bell from her waist. A thick black aura appeared on the bell. "This place is full of ghost energy. If we don't leave quickly, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to move."

Xie Tingyu was finally brought back to her senses by her words. She said indifferently, self-deprecatingly: "I have the final say over my own life, but it's not your turn to control it."

Han Xunzhen leaned his shoulder against the wall, with a trace of blood at the corner of his lips. He was weak and didn't know what to say to stop the quarrel between the two.

He wanted to blurt out, "Stop arguing."

The quarrel between Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhi seemed extremely strange to everyone, and even the end of the quarrel seemed extremely hasty.

However, Xie Tingyu's expression recovered very quickly. He took the small bell from Bai Lingling and shook it.

Xie Tingyu stepped out and said, "I am only at the sixth level of the Young Man's Journey. This level of cultivation is the lowest among the five of us. If anyone can be used as a breakthrough point, it must be me."

"What do you mean?" Han Xunzhen asked doubtfully, and coughed violently twice, pulling at the wound in his heart.

"Nothing." Xie Tingyu glanced at Wen Zhiyu, whose expression was cold, and chuckled, "You won't die anyway."

Zelan's bone whip exploded with a loud noise in the underground palace. Zelan was not far away from the crowd, but the sound seemed to come from far away.

The darkness around them was only temporarily suppressed by Zelan. It would not be long before the darkness could no longer be contained and would rush forward, completely swallowing up the five people in the dark underground palace.

Ze Lan is considered to be the strongest fighter, but he is only at the ninth level of Sigh Xiaoyao Heaven. It is not just one step away from Wang Haichao.

Currently, the ghost with the highest level of cultivation in the darkness has only reached the low-level level of Yan Xiaoyao. If there are more, even ghosts at the Wang Haichao level, Ze Lan will definitely not be able to withstand it.

At that time, everyone was doomed to die.

"Everyone should know the dangers in this underground palace." Xie Tingyu laughed, "How dare you come in?"

Xie Tingyu found what he said strange, Wen Zhiyu blinked, and his eyes fell on the ghosts that were ready to move around.

A water-blue light passed across his fingertips, and red spiritual power was faintly mixed around the water-blue. When his fingertips moved, the ghost closest to Wen Zhi squirmed even more frantically.

But it was extremely dark inside the underground palace, and light could not penetrate the group of ghosts that caused the "darkness".

No one can see any change.

Xie Tingyu's voice was suppressed by the sound of the bone whip. Han Xunzhen could only hear Xie Tingyu's soft and slow voice, "Someone doesn't want us to die." She tilted her head, just keeping the angle that allowed her peripheral vision to capture Wen Zhi and the figure.

When Bai Lingling heard Xie Tingyu's extremely calm voice, she did not feel safe and even felt creepy.

She and Han Xunzhen looked at each other subconsciously. In the dim light, they both saw what was in each other's eyes and understood each other tacitly.

After having a quarrel with Wen Zhiyu, his crazy nature was exposed.

These two are indeed fellow brothers and sisters.

Bai Lingling looked at Ze Lan from time to time, her eyes filled with anxiety: But can you please stop keeping us in suspense? We are really going to die!

Xie Tingyu raised the corners of his lips and quickly retreated.

No one reacted and just watched Xie Tingyu go into the "darkness".

Wen Zhiyu subconsciously reached out to grab her hand, but he never expected that he couldn't even touch the corner of Xie Tingyu's clothes.

The slim figure disappeared from sight in an instant.

Wen Zhiyu's hand froze in mid-air. He stood there in a daze, with panic in his eyes.