The first roar in the jade slip confirmed the name of the corpse. If it were not for the same person, the despair, bitterness and resentment would not be so identical.
In this world, all the pain comes from the anger at one's own incompetence!
This Fang Qingyang is also like this.
If I guessed correctly, this divine thought should be the last stage before Fang Qingyang's poison completely erupted and he was about to die.
In other words, this is his last...last words!
Therefore, he took the last effort to hide the jade slip with this last words, not wanting people like the fat shopkeeper to find and plunder it.
Ye Wuque closed his eyes again, and the power of his soul poured into it again.
"Ahhhhh..."
Immediately afterwards, there was a crazy roar, a kind of emotional catharsis. Obviously, Fang Qingyang had collapsed to the extreme, but he could not do anything, and could only make this pitiful roar.
It lasted for more than ten breaths, and this roar slowly subsided, and his crazy catharsis slowly subsided.
Then Ye Wuque heard... crying!
Fang Qingyang's crying!
Unlike the roar, this cry was filled with infinite depression, grief, and... reluctance!
It also lasted for more than ten breaths.
Until a certain moment, the cry also disappeared.
Fang Qingyang's hoarse voice finally sounded again, and it seemed that because he had vented enough, there was no more emotional fluctuation in his tone.
"I'm going to die..."
"I thought I wouldn't die..."
"In such a desperate situation, I could fight my way out with all my strength, I could escape, I thought I could really fight back with dignity one day..."
"But now, I'm going to die..."
"Long Qianqiu! Long Qianqiu!"
"I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood!!!"
"I did fight my way out, but I was poisoned by your 'Blue Demon' in the end!"
"I still lost to you in the end..."
"I'm not willing to accept it! I'm not willing to accept it!! I'm not willing to accept it!!"
Fang Qingyang's voice finally showed emotional fluctuations again, and became crazy again. The strong resentment and malice were quite creepy.
Ye Wuque listened quietly.
This "Long Qianqiu" should be the culprit who made Fang Qingyang suffer such a miserable fate, and also Fang Qingyang's biggest enemy.
"No wonder no one chased me, no wonder I escaped all the way to this small Posuo state, Long Qianqiu, in your eyes, I am already a dead man..."
"You won't waste any more energy on a dead man..."
"Blue Demon! Blue Demon! It is indeed one of the most terrible ancient poisons. I can't deal with it. I can only let it attack in my body and slowly corrode my cultivation, my spirit, and everything I have. I can only watch and suffer!"
"I know that when the poison takes effect completely, I will die miserably. Every bone in my body will be corroded completely. Before I die, I will suffer incomparable terrible pain... cough cough cough cough!"
Suddenly, Fang Qingyang's voice began to be replaced by a violent cough, and there seemed to be the sound of blood splashing.
After seven or eight breaths, the crazy cough stopped.
Fang Qingyang's voice sounded again, but it was much weaker before it closed.
"Hehehe... the blood in my body has turned blue... the blue devil has completely attacked... according to the time, I will die in less than half an hour..."
"I will die..."
"But... I am unwilling..."
"Why does God treat me like this? Why!!!"
"Long Qianqiu!! You beast!! "
"Not only did you take away my inheritance! You took away my glory! You even wanted to get your hands on my junior sister!! You took away everything from me!! "
"I curse you to die a miserable death! A miserable death!!!"
Ye Wuque, who was listening in Jining, keenly noticed that when Fang Qingyang mentioned the word "junior sister", a huge fluctuation appeared in his hoarse and weak roar.
Obviously!
The junior sister he was talking about must be his beloved woman, otherwise there would not be such a fluctuation.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Perhaps because of the excessive roar, Fang Qingyang began to pant violently. Obviously, the toxicity of the ancient blue devil poison was already looking down on his body crazily.
Suddenly!
Fang Qingyang laughed wildly again, and his laughter was full of bitterness and ridicule, ridicule and despair!
"Long Qianqiu, I know you set up a killing plan..."
"I could have escaped earlier..."
"But I won't accept that!"
"I won't accept that I will just walk away from the ancient alliance that gave me life and raised me!"
"So I want to fight you! I want to break your killing plan! I want to prove that I am no worse than you!!"
"There are 108 Heavenly Spirit inheritances in the ancient alliance! 108 Spirit Sons! You and I are both Spirit Sons! How can I be worse than you??"
"You want to step on me to become the legendary prince!"
"You... are dreaming!!!"
Ancient Alliance!
108 Heavenly Spirit inheritances!
108 Spirit Sons!
These words immediately shook Ye Wuque's heart!
He vaguely felt that he seemed to have come into contact with an unimaginable behemoth!
After all, in Fang Qingyang's mouth, a large state of heaven level like Posa State can only be described as "small".
Fang Qingyang seemed to be lost in memories, and his hoarse voice became weaker and weaker, even accompanied by an unstoppable cough.
"I know..."
"Long Qianqiu, I have actually lost to you..."
"Even if I win this round! I still have to leave and escape..."
"So! I have made all the preparations in advance..."
At this point!
Fang Qingyang's voice suddenly became distorted and trembling, but it was no longer because of anger, resentment, or unwillingness, but turned into... guilt! !
That's right!
Ye Wuque even used the power of his soul to reverse the voice and listened to it three times before he was sure of this!
Guilt!
Deep guilt!
"I'm sorry... Junior Master Uncle..."
"I'm sorry to Junior Master Uncle who has been so kind to me..."
"I took the ancient talisman to... the top of Tianmang..."
"After untold hardships... I found Junior Master Uncle's... grave again!"
"Then..."
"I, I dug Junior Master Uncle's... grave!!!" "
I'm a beast!! I'm a beast too!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... I dug Junior Master Uncle's grave!! I dug the grave of Junior Master Uncle who has been so kind to me!!!"
"Just to, just to dig out the seven... colorful secret treasures buried with Junior Master Uncle! Colorful secret treasures! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
Fang Qingyang was madly sad, and his choking, trembling laughter sounded again!
But Ye Wuque opened his eyes again in an instant, his mind roaring!
His eyes were directly fixed on the colorful Seven Killings Tiangang Gourd floating in front of him!
Colorful secret treasure!
Fang Qingyang's Junior Master Uncle!!
Buried with the colorful secret treasure at the top of Tianmang!
Ye Wuque's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his eyes reflected an extremely terrifying light!
The Seven-Colored Seven Killing Heavenly Gang Gourd must be the Seven-Colored Secret Treasure!
If he is qualified to be buried with the Seven-Colored Secret Treasure, then could Fang Qingyang's little uncle who has died and been buried be the person with the seven-colored auspicious cloud imprint embroidered on his back that appeared in the picture in the ancient bronze mirror? ?