Changsheng stared at his hands, lost in thought for a moment: "I don't know why I became like this, nor do I know why you became like this, and I don't know how long we can maintain this state. But as long as we can remain like this, I will clearly remember how I lived."
Changsheng's eyes flickered, and he sighed softly, "Yueniang, actually I still can't let go of my hatred."
Lu Qingyan bit her lip. She had realized this a long time ago, otherwise how could she have been controlled by that malevolent energy to hurt people?
"I understand."
"You don't understand anything at all!" Changsheng roared and disappeared in front of Lu Qingyan in an instant.
Lu Qingyan lowered her eyelids and looked at the many people who suddenly appeared. They glanced at her and left. This was not a place for her to stay. Her most important goal now was to cultivate, so as not to encounter a monk or Taoist priest who was too weak to fight back.
After disappearing from Lu Qingyan's sight, Changsheng went to a secret room.
It looks like this secret room was set up a long time ago; everything inside is covered in a layer of dust. Fortunately, it's not dilapidated; it only needs a little wiping.
Changsheng slammed his fist on the table. Ghosts don't shed tears, but he still felt sad.
"You don't remember anything? You really don't remember anything? I shouldn't have expected you to remember the past." He held onto a vase tightly, refusing to let go, his eyes filled with an unyielding bitterness, and those eyes held untold stories.
But he quickly regained his composure and walked out as calmly as ever.
The scream in the backyard woke many people up, and the scene continued.
"Master, master, a person...a person died right here...died even more horribly than last night...that person died even more tragically," the messenger said tremblingly, not daring to take a single step forward.
He fell to the ground in fear, his eyes fixed on Wenwu Quan: "Master, this servant is truly terrified of this place. Old man, how about we move out sometime? This place is unclean."
"Look at your pathetic self." Wen Wuquan spat. "You've been following me for so many years, what haven't you seen? It's just a dead man, why are you so scared?"
“The people who died by my hand were no ordinary people. I know that my skills are extraordinary. But, but… I’m scared!” After he finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and his whole body began to tremble. Wenwu didn’t look at him any longer and instead swaggered forward.
Wen Wuquan narrowed his eyes. He wanted to see just how terrifying this so-called horrific corpse really was. But when he actually stood in front of the corpse, even though he had been prepared, he was still terrified by what he saw.
Having already made his boastful statement, he absolutely couldn't back down now. He cleared his throat, trying to bolster his courage: "Come and take a look, one by one. What's there to be afraid of? The person is already dead, so it can't eat you. That's why I said there's nothing to be afraid of. Hurry up and have someone take care of it."
Wenwu cursed and ordered everyone to quickly tidy up the place: "Now everyone, perk up and don't hide in any corner."
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