Genius One Second Remember If You Want To Go? Shuo → Net provides you with wonderful novels to read.
Ever since Ji Yaoyue had left, Ying Feiyang had been lying flat on the ground. In just one day, he had experienced all sorts of battles of wits and courage, and experienced many emotional shocks. His body had accumulated serious injuries, and his mind was deeply exhausted.
Following Ji Yaoyue's departure, his injuries and exhaustion overwhelmed him. Ying Feiyang felt as if all his energy had been sucked out of him. He just wanted to lie down on the ground, not think about anything, not do anything. In the end, he fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept for, but he could vaguely hear a clamor and the clanging of weapons. It seemed like an intense battle was taking place. Not long after, the sounds of fighting disappeared, but the sound of footsteps could be heard, and they were slowly approaching.
"What a powerful girl. She disappeared just like that. I didn't expect her to be able to escape from the Origin Corroding Ghost Mist!" A low and muffled male voice spoke.
"What a pity, what a pity. That girl's figure is first-rate. If I can capture her and refine her into a ghost slave, I can do whatever I want. It's definitely a wonderful thing." A sharp male voice clicked his tongue a few times. His voice was naturally filled with obscenity.
The deep male voice said in disdain, "What kind of time is this already, and you still have the mood to be delusional? Even if we capture her, we still have to hand her over to the higher-ups for them to deal with. The mission that His Honor had given us has not been completed yet, if we still do not have enough people by the time the time is up, the one who will be kneaded into a ball would be you."
The shrill male voice mocked, "Mission, mission. Look at how timid you are. Isn't there only one person left? Why worry? We can only come out once a year to show off, so how can we not play a little more? "
The gloomy voice threatened, "If you are not a coward, do you dare to say such words in front of His Honor? Anyway, when I find the last person, I'll immediately return to the World of Ghosts and Souls. If His Holiness blames me, hehe, you'll be the one to bear the consequences, I won't be implicated! "
"Alright, alright, alright, I will listen to you. After we capture one more person, we will go back …" Hearing that His Honor was blaming them, that shrill voice seemed to be trembling, and that shrill voice gave in on the spot. Suddenly, his voice rose a few octaves as he said with surprise, "Hey, isn't there someone over there?"
"With a sword on him, it seems like he is also a cultivator. How could he fall here? Could it be that it was done by another fellow cultivator? But looking at his bloodstained face and messy meridians, was he about to die? We can have as many dead ghosts as we want. Why do we need him? "
Ying Feiyang listened to them in a daze for a long time. It was not until he felt two kicks on his body that he realized they were talking about him, but he still couldn't open his eyes.
This feeling was like being woken up by someone in the deepest part of your sleep. You were in a state of being half-awake and sleepy at the same time. You were clearly conscious, but even if you knew that the sky was falling, you were unwilling to move your body.
"Hmm, so it's still breathing?"
"If he's still breathing, then don't kick him. Hurry up and put him in the coffin."
Soon after, Ying Feiyang felt as if his four limbs were lifted off the ground, and he was thrown into a box. The smell of cedar entered his nose, and soon after, a muffled sound came from the top of his head, and his vision became a bit darker.
"Damn it, I can't really be locked in a coffin, right? After I have slept enough, I will definitely see who is so daring to actually dare to do such a thing to me!" Ying Feiyang thought to himself, but he was still unwilling to open his eyes.
Soon after, he felt as if he was sitting on a sedan chair, and it was rather comfortable. His drowsiness also became stronger and stronger, and just when he was about to fall asleep again, he suddenly felt something climbing up his leg. "Damn it, there can't be a mouse in this coffin, right?"
Ying Feiyang was still thinking, but that thing had climbed all the way up his leg and directly climbed up to his chest. The volume was obviously not big, but the weight was not light, and it pressed down on Ying Feiyang's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Once his breathing was not smooth, his drowsiness began to gradually dissipate. Ying Feiyang finally could not help but open his eyes, but only saw three green eyeballs in front of him in the darkness, and he could not help but be startled and break out in a cold sweat.
But when his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he could see clearly what was in front of him, Ying Feiyang finally relaxed. What was pressing down on his chest was an elegant black cat with smooth fur. Because the color of the fur blended in with the darkness, he could only see three shining eyeballs in the darkness at first.
"What, it's just a cat." After a false alarm, Ying Feiyang closed his eyes and was about to go back to sleep, but suddenly, his eyes opened again.
"What kind of cat grows three eyes?!"
Ying Feiyang was about to exclaim, but suddenly saw the black cat's paw press down on his mouth that had just opened, and put a cat's paw on the side of his mouth, making a very human-like gesture of "silence".
This action caused Ying Feiyang to slowly wake up, and his consciousness and thinking began to return to a normal level. But he found that once he was awake, pain immediately swept over his whole body, and every muscle in his body was sore and unbearable, and every tendon was swollen and painful as if it was being cut by a knife. In the short span of a single night, he had fought many enemies in a row, and the zhenqi in his body had been squeezed dry every single time. Even though Daoist zhenqi had the fastest recovery rate among all the sects and had the longest stamina, it could not withstand the repeated squeezing, and finally, it suffered a backlash.
Previously, he had been tense and did not care, but after a relaxed sleep for a while, the pain began to quickly show. Just like after a strenuous exercise, the next day when you wake up, you will always feel sore all over, and this soreness was magnified a hundred times, and this was what Ying Feiyang was feeling at this time.
And then he looked around, and sure enough, he was in a square wooden box. Although he did not have the experience of lying in it before, if he did not guess wrong, this wooden box was a coffin, and there was a red umbrella beside him.
According to Ying Feiyang's early experience of swindling people with his master Qing Ku Zhenren, if according to the villagers' customs, the umbrella was divided into eight branches and eight sides, which was in line with the meaning of the Eight Trigrams to suppress evil. After opening, it could also separate the universe, and fight for Yin and Yang, forever separated. The word 'umbrella' was also connected to the word 'scatter', which implied the separation of Yin and Yang, and the separation of Yin and Yang. Therefore, if there was an inauspicious event such as the dead coming back to life, appearing in a dream, or the appearance of a spirit, or if the dead died a tragic death, and may become a malicious spirit, when buried, there would always be another umbrella in the coffin, which meant to separate the Yin and Yang, not to interfere with each other, and to go their separate ways. But this umbrella was placed at the side, so it was not known if this was the meaning.
After just a nap, he was put in a coffin, and seemed to be treated as a malicious spirit, Ying Feiyang's heart was indescribable, and he wanted to break out of the coffin, but his vital Qi was continuously being controlled by the backlash, and his body was painful and heavy, and he could not move, so there was nothing he could do.
In the end, he had no choice but to look at the black cat in front of him with a pleading gaze, as if he wanted it to explain what had happened.
The black cat avoided his gaze in a very human-like manner, and then looked at him with a helpless gaze, its three green eyes widened at the same time, the two eyes at the bottom looked at him, and the eye on the forehead looked straight ahead.
The cat's eyes widened, but its pupils shrunk, and those vertical pupils seemed to have an indescribable magical power, causing Ying Feiyang to look at it unconsciously, and after looking for a while, his spirit seemed to be sucked into those two slits of pupils, and his vision blurred, and in the next moment, he saw something different.
He was clearly looking up, but he saw the board on top of his head, and then the board gradually became illusory, and he looked through it as if he could see through it, and saw the scene outside the coffin.
Even though he was usually bold, he could not help but break out in a cold sweat. He saw that he was in the middle of a vast plain. The Plain of Ghosts was vast, but at this moment, it was filled with layers upon layers of ghosts.
Ghosts came in different shapes and forms, but most of them looked similar to a living person, except that their figures were a little erratic. But there were some who looked a little worse off, such as a hanged ghost with bulging eyeballs and a long tongue sticking out of his stomach, or a poisoned ghost with a black face and bleeding holes, or a headless ghost with a bald neck that was still gushing blood, or a ghost cut in half at the waist, crawling on the ground on all fours while writing the word "tragic" on the ground. When these ghosts moved, the surrounding ghosts did not dare to approach them, as if in fear.
"So, there really is a Ghost Parade on the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival!" Ying Feiyang exclaimed in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly understood what was going on. When he looked into the black cat's eyes, his vision was connected to the third eye on the black cat's forehead. Black cats were born with Yin and Spirit, and their eyes could see ghosts that others could not see. The Three-eyed Netherworld Cat was an anomaly among black cats, able to see through the secrets of heaven and earth, Yin and Yang, and the changes. Through the eye of the black cat, he was able to see the Ghost Parade.
And he was in a procession of coffins, and this procession was even more feared by the ghosts, so much so that even the ghosts who had died horrible deaths avoided them. At the front of this procession, nine coffins were advancing in a straight line, each carried by two green-faced, fierce-looking ghost slaves. In the middle of the procession were two strange-looking people. Both were tall and thin, but one was covered in white, and the other in black. If they wore tall hats on their heads, they would look like the legendary Black and White Impermanence. At this moment, one of them was holding a whip, lashing the ghost slaves carrying the coffins.
"Hurry up, don't be lazy. If the Gates of Hell are closed and you still can't make it back, I'll make sure you can't even be ghosts!"
"Hurry up, we've wasted so much time. Luckily, I'm lucky to have picked up another cultivator, otherwise I'm afraid I won't even be able to complete the task assigned by the Lord!"
Judging by the voices, these two were the ones who stuffed him into the coffins. The one in black was the one with the low voice, and the one in white was the one with the sharp voice.
In his field of vision, the plains were enveloped by a black and hazy mist, and it seemed both ghastly and terrifying. Moreover, the closer they went, the denser the Ghost Qi became, and it actually had a slight feeling of being covered by the secrets of the heavens.
All the ghosts were moving in one direction, and in front of them, a "Gates of Hell" suddenly appeared in front of Ying Feiyang.
Although the "Gates of Hell" was called a gate, its shape was more like a cat's pupil. It was a creepy and long slit, and its color was dark and deep, as if the surrounding black mist was condensed together, and the darkness was the closest to death.
As they approached the Ghost Gate, some of the ghosts began to show signs of reluctance or fear on their faces. They began to secretly turn around and walk against the 'tide of ghosts'. However, they had only taken a few steps when they heard the clanking of chains. Several chains condensed from black gas extended forward with a clanging sound. The escaping ghosts were immediately bound by the chains and could not move. Then, the chains shrank, and the bound ghosts howled in pain as they were dragged into the Ghost Gate unwillingly, disappearing without a trace.
— — — —
PS: Another 800 words short again. I'll publish it first and then make up for it. Please forgive me, everyone. A new volume has been published, and there are a few chapters to prepare. Don't be bored.
Ever since Ji Yaoyue left, Ying Feiyang had been lying flat on the ground. In just one day, he had experienced all kinds of battles of wits and courage, and experienced many emotional shocks. His body had accumulated serious injuries, and his mind was deeply exhausted.
With Ji Yaoyue's departure, the injuries and exhaustion attacked him. Ying Feiyang felt that all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He just wanted to lie on the ground, think of nothing, do nothing, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept for, but he heard a faint clamor, and the clanging of swords and weapons. It seemed that a fierce battle was taking place. Not long after, the sounds of fighting disappeared, but the sound of footsteps could be heard, and they were slowly approaching.
"What a powerful girl. She disappeared just like that. I didn't expect that she could actually escape from the Energy Corroding Ghost Fog!" A low and muffled male voice said.
"What a pity, what a pity. That girl's figure is first-class. If I can capture her, I can refine her into a ghost slave. I can knead her flat and round as I please. It must be a wonderful thing." A sharp male voice clicked his tongue a few times, and the obscenity in his voice could not be hidden.
The low and deep male voice said disdainfully, "Look at this time, you still have the mood to be wishful thinking. Even if you capture her, you still have to hand her over to the higher-ups for punishment. The task given by His Honor hasn't been completed. If we still don't have enough people when the time is up, the one who will be kneaded flat and round will be you."
The sharp male voice mocked, "Task, task, look at your timid look. Aren't we only missing one person now? Why are you worried? We can only come out once a year, how can we not play for a while? "
The low and deep voice threatened, "If you aren't timid, do you dare to say these words in front of His Honor? Anyway, I will immediately return to the World of Ghosts and Souls after I find the last person. If His Honor blames me, hehe, you will be the one to bear the consequences, I won't be implicated! "
"Alright, alright, alright, I will listen to you. After we capture one more person, we will go back …" Hearing that His Honor blames him, the sharp voice also seemed to tremble, and he gave in on the spot. Suddenly, the voice became louder, and said with surprise, "Eh, isn't there one person over there?"
"He has a sword with him. It seems like he is also a cultivator. How could he fall here? Could it be that other cultivators did it? But, looking at his bloody face and messy meridians, is he going to die soon? We can have as many dead ghosts as we want, why do we need him! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
