Chapter 80 [Buy with caution, this chapter is a secondary CP plot]

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Ning Chen let go of his hand and then realized that he seemed to have used more force unconsciously. Thinking that Xie Tingyun's wrist was probably red again, Ning Chen felt a headache.

There was really no use for him to have these magic weapons, so it would be better for him to keep them for Xie Tingyun.

But before the two could continue fighting, their vision went dark.

Ning Chen hadn't even seen where Ming Cang and Tiannan were when he suddenly felt a sticky and restrained feeling on his body.

A huge suction force came from above the head, as if it was going to suck out the human soul, and even the limbs and hands and feet began to become uncoordinated.

Ning Chen had just been fed a bunch of soul-stabilizing pills or something, so now facing the feeling of his soul about to leave the body, he didn't have any problem.

But in addition to this malicious feeling of the soul being extracted, there is also an irresistible feeling of loss of vitality from all parts of the body.

Ning Chen felt as if he was in a huge cage, surrounded by black holes on all sides that could completely suck out the vitality in the human body. He clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body and the surging vitality in his flesh and blood were flowing bit by bit towards an unknown place in the distance.

The dim surroundings gradually came into the peaceful field of vision.

He saw a still clean wooden cross standing eerily in the open space, with many monks from all over the place trapped on it with unfamiliar faces. Sticky green vines entangled their hands and feet, but did not hurt them.

Spikes silently grew on the vines, and then without a sound, they stabbed fiercely at the person imprisoned on the wooden cross!

The vines wrapped around the arms, around the shoulder blades, through the chest and waist, and then secured the legs.

The sharp piercing sensation that instantly came from these parts made Ning groan, and then the spiritual power in his body was lost at an even faster rate!

The feeling of having your whole body pierced by spikes is definitely not pleasant, especially since the spikes will even absorb the spiritual power and even the anger in Ning Chen's body. The discomfort is simply indescribable.

At this rate, a living person would soon be completely sucked dry by these vines!

Xie Tingyun's face also turned slightly pale.

He took advantage of this moment to break away from Ning Chen, and quickly took out the Soul-Replenishing Pill from his storage ring and threw it to Ning Chen, saying, "Hold on for a while."

Ning hummed, but did not refuse this time.

Daoming's face darkened, and he said, "Now it seems that it's not just Tiannan's injuries that can be directed at us."

No wonder it's a death gate, the difficulty is worthy of it.

They empathized with the many others tied to wooden crosses, feeling the sensation of being tightly bound and having the life force sucked out of their bodies.

The feeling of the thorns on the vines piercing their flesh has always been choking in everyone's heart. Although they know that it is the damage projected onto the soul, they still feel uncomfortable all over.

They could use spirit-replenishing pills to temporarily replenish the spiritual power that had been drained away, but the tingling sensation that permeated their bodies every time they moved was lingering and really made them feel sick.

At this time, the Land of Resentful Ghosts was not yet called the Land of Resentful Ghosts. It was still just a city abandoned by the human race, and the sky was not covered in darkness by resentment.

An unknown formation was drawn with blood around the wooden cross. The disciples were tied to the wooden cross. Their extracted vitality and spiritual power flowed along the vines into the formation below, and then gathered at the center of the formation.

Ning Chen finally understood what was going on. This should also be an evil formation, specially used to refine and extract the vitality and spiritual energy from the human body.

The body tied to the wooden cross struggled from fierce to weak, and finally took on a lifeless look. The skin on the body began to become thin, and the eye sockets and cheeks became deeply sunken.

At this point they were still alive and still had a glimmer of hope, but then they were horrified to find that their souls had been sucked out of their bodies by this evil formation at some point.

The dark green vines penetrated deeply into each strong young body, breaking open their flesh and blood to feast on them, devouring all the vitality and flesh and blood, splitting open their internal organs to entangle their golden elixirs, and sucking them to death.

“…”

More and more souls were suffering from being sucked dry and dying. As they gathered in greater and greater numbers, the aura of resentful ghosts who had died in pain and in vain gradually spread.

Their souls wanted to find the culprit, but they were trapped in this evil formation from beginning to end and could not get out.

They screamed, cried, twisted themselves madly, and muttered to themselves, unable to figure out that they had just advanced to the Golden Core stage, had just received joyful blessings from their fellow disciples, and had just excitedly been planning their next steps.

In the blink of an eye, everything disappeared and there was nothing left.

They became homeless, resentful ghosts.

Not only did the rising resentment not cause any damage to the evil formation, but it seemed to feed back to the blood evil formation below, reinforcing the operation of the formation. The wooden cross broke out of the ground at an increasingly faster speed, and the dead souls and corpses stood silently face to face, crowded together.

They gradually forgot who they were, and gradually lost their faces. The desire for life and the resentment for death made them lose their minds, and they could not help but develop a desire when they saw new, not yet dead bodies.

They are whispering: Why.

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Tiannan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, breathing in surprise and uncertainty.

In the dream, countless vengeful spirits were whispering in confusion, questioning and crying, and their tears were all blood. Tiannan was surrounded by countless vengeful spirits. They did not do anything to Tiannan, but just asked him one by one, where is my body, can I go back?

However, Tiannan soon forgot the specific plot of the nightmare. He had only sat up for a few breaths when he had almost forgotten the content of the dream. Only the inexplicable fear and tearful sadness still lingered in his heart.

Over the years, Tiannan's memory has always been poor, and forgetfulness has become a common occurrence.

A hand reached out from the side and gently wiped the cold sweat off Tiannan's face. Finally, he lifted his face and whispered, "Why did you wake up? Did you have a nightmare?"

Tiannan looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and after a while of trying to identify him, he whispered, "Candle?"

Ming Candle then started to laugh.

Tiannan always remembers this incident and Mingzhang is always happy for a long time.

He took care of Tiannan for nearly two years before his soul, which had been shattered, was able to wake up and regain its clarity of mind.

It’s just that Tiannan’s memory is always intermittent, and there are many things he can’t remember, but that also has its advantages.

The human form transformed by Ming Cang conforms very well to the mainstream aesthetics of the cultivation world, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he is extremely handsome. Anyone who sees him will have to call him a handsome young man.

It's just that the aura around him is always habitually cold. It's okay when facing Tiannan, and he still looks like a human being. But when Mingzhu faces other people, that look in his eyes makes Tiannan very uncomfortable, as if he is looking at some inanimate object.

But when Mingzhang turned around and faced Tiannan, that cold look disappeared again.

Tiannan remembered that he was a monster, remembered that his name was Ming Cang, and remembered that he liked Ming Cang very much.

But today, Tiannan looked at that strange yet familiar face, and thought of the vengeful spirits that lingered in his dreams just now, and somehow he felt a little uneasy.

Tiannan also knows that his memory is not good, and Mingzhang says that it is because his soul has been damaged.

But Tiannan vaguely remembered that this was not the first time he had dreamed of such a thing.

Ming Cang pinched a drop of blood from his fingertips and tapped it on Tiannan's brow with ease. The drop of evil blood miraculously seeped into Tiannan's brow without leaving any trace.

Ming Candle said, "Okay, what you just dreamed about is just a dream, forget it. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Tiannan hesitated for a moment, then stood up and reached out to hold the candle.

Ming Cang sat down and raised his hand to gently pinch Tiannan's tense neck.

His soothing technique was skillful and appropriate, and Tiannan soon relaxed a lot.

Tiannan squinted his eyes comfortably and whispered, "I like you so much, Ming Cang."

Every time this happened, Ming Cang would chuckle and then reply to him with the same words in an unusually serious tone.

But for some reason, Ming Cang seemed a little absent-minded this time. Tiannan looked away a little and saw that Ming Cang's pupils had become the size of a needle tip, so he asked curiously, "Ming Cang, why did your beast pupils appear?"

Ming Cang finally came to his senses, smiled imperceptibly, and said, "Doesn't it look good?"

"It looks good." Tiannan said hurriedly. He was afraid that Mingzhang would feel out of tune with the human race because of his identity as a demon.

But after this conversation, the atmosphere became silent again.

Mingzhu was obviously distracted, and I don't know what his mind was wandering about.

Tiannan hesitated for a while, then said, "Ming Cang, can you tell me the truth? Have you forgotten what evil things I did in the past? Otherwise, why do I always dream of those resentful ghosts?"

The feeling of suffocation, despair, grief and confusion was so strong that Tiannan could not stop thinking about it.

After hearing this, Ming Cang looked at Tiannan and said slowly and seriously: "No. You have never done anything to hurt others, so you will not bear any sin. On the contrary, those who have hurt you... are the ones who deserve to die."

When he said the second half of the sentence, Ming Cang's beastly pupils contracted again, and even showed a hint of scarlet.

"...Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. I can't remember those things. Don't worry about it." Whenever Ming Cang showed the characteristics of beast, Tiannan knew that he had to start coaxing the monster. He would hold Ming Cang's face and pinch it, saying, "Where are the wolf ears? Let them out and let me touch them."

Ming Cang lowered his eyes and did as he was told.

After rubbing the pair of furry wolf ears, Ming Cang's mood was obviously much better.

Tiannan withdrew his hand, and his eyes accidentally passed over his own hand.

Tiannan was stunned for a moment. He looked down at a faint mole on the back of his hand and asked in confusion, "Ming Cang, when did I get a mole on my hand?"

Ming Candle took a look and said, "You already had it. You just don't remember it."

"Really?" Tiannan nestled in the candle's arms. He raised his hand and looked carefully in front of his eyes. He said hazily, "Well... I'm not sure now that you put it like that. But I remember there seemed to be a scar on my palm. How come it's gone now?"

He seemed to regret the ugly raised scar across the palm of his hand.

"It's cured." Ming Cang said naturally, "I'm a demon, it shouldn't be difficult for me to find a demon that can remove scars."

Tiannan let out an "oh".

He had 100% trust in Ming Candle, so he believed what Ming Candle said without a doubt.

Tiannan usually doesn’t stay awake for long, but today he is unusually energetic for some reason, not feeling tired at all.

Normally, he would start to feel sleepy about two incense sticks after waking up.

Tiannan was bored for a while, then suddenly turned over in Mingzhang's arms, grabbed Mingzhang's shoulders and said, "Mingzhang, can I kiss you?"

But unexpectedly, Ming Candle said, "...Not now."

Tiannan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he would be rejected. Mingzhu would never refuse anything in the past.

He remembered that Mingzhu had never taken the initiative, and he was visibly sad.

Ming Cang knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, so he gently kneaded the back of Tiannan's neck and explained, "You have to wake up on the ice bed... to do that."

Tiannan uttered a muffled sound.

He had been nestling in the candle's arms for too long and was feeling a little drowsy.

At a certain moment, Ming Cang's beastly eyes suddenly appeared again, and the aura around him instantly turned cold.

"What's wrong?" Tiannan was awakened at once. He looked at Mingzhu who was about to get up and leave, and said blankly, "Where are you going?"

Ming Cang carried Tiannan back to the warm bed, covered him with the blanket, leaned over and gently touched his forehead, and said, "The hunting net is broken. I will leave for a while, don't worry."

Tiannan agreed obediently.

After Mingzhang left, Tiannan immediately turned over and got out of bed.

The room where Tiannan lived was clean and bright, with birds and animals chirping outside the window.

The room was fully furnished. Tiannan walked around a few times but didn't find anything wrong, so he wanted to push the door open. However, as soon as he approached the door, he was blocked by an inexplicable restriction.

Tiannan was stunned for a moment, and tried to hit it unwillingly, but the restriction pattern remained motionless, coldly blocking his steps.

Tiannan murmured, "...Why did Ming Cang lock me up?"

He called out the candle's name several times, but no one responded.

Usually when Tiannan woke up, Mingzhu would never leave his side, and Tiannan was asleep most of the time, so he didn't notice this.

Tiannan's temples began to ache for some reason, and he thought of the vengeful ghost in his dream again.

The windows and doors were all sealed. Tiannan walked around the room several times, trying to find a place to escape, but there was none. In the end, he decided to give up and try to find some sharp weapon to break the restriction.

Tiannan's spiritual power has been sealed by the candle because of his broken soul, so he is no different from a normal person. The candle cannot hurt him anyway, so he should be able to do it by slowly chiseling it open.

However, Tiannan searched through all the drawers and cabinets in the house for a long time, but did not find any sharp objects in the room.

The corners of the table were polished into rounded blunt edges, and even the teacup was made of unknown material, but it didn't break no matter how hard you dropped it.

It was so outrageous that Tiannan was stunned where he was.

Tiannan stared at the jade teacup that he had thrown to the ground, which was still smooth and round. After a while, he couldn't help but tremble unconsciously.

In what kind of house would all sharp features be deliberately erased? In whose house would a jade teacup for drinking water not even break when dropped?

Who is Ming Cang protecting himself from? And what is he protecting himself from?

He didn't think he was going to commit suicide, did he?

Suicide...Suicide? ! !

Tiannan's pupils shrank.

A resentful ghost that is frequently remembered and forgotten.

A similar but unfamiliar body.

An ice bed in extreme cold.

The bloody scars left after a breakdown and crying.

The pain of the fragmented soul shattering once again.

Tiannan felt stiff and cold all over, his head ached, and fragments of his frequently forgotten memories flashed back at inopportune times. He was shaking so much that he could hardly stand.

Tiannan’s face was as pale as paper and his eyelashes were soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't know when he had curled up on the ground, his hands clenched deeply in his sweat-soaked hair, his red eyes widened, his throat throbbing silently, tears falling silently drop by drop, his trembling thin back bent down fragilely, as if he was curled up and kneeling.

After an unknown amount of time, a distorted scream with a sob sound came from Tiannan's throat.