This was a dark underground palace's passageway.
At every interval of the wall, there was a small square hole that looked like a groove. At this moment, a head suddenly popped out from one of the holes. There was a large sarcoma growing on this head, but no one else had such a growth on this trip. It was Gu Shiyu.
Gu Shiyu was slightly thin, so he easily climbed out and landed in the passageway.
As soon as he landed, the lights on the wall lit up, and he could see the entire passageway.
The entire wall was made of stone bricks, and each brick was carved with the pattern of a wolf's face. It looked as if it was made of countless faces, densely packed together from all directions. The eyeballs on each face seemed to be staring at you with a sneer. If one's mental resistance was weaker, they would probably collapse instantly.
Gu Shiyu's expression was normal. He was about to walk away when he suddenly felt something. He looked down at the next small square hole, and a head was also popping out.
This one was not as thin as him, and he was wearing armor. He was as heavy as a bear. When he finally crawled out of the hole, he was already panting. He landed on the ground with a thud. The lights on the wall lit up, and he could see the entire passageway. Not only that, there was also a particularly dignified person.
"Lord Gu?" This guard was extremely shocked. He did not know if he was dreaming, or … dreaming. Either way, his brain was in a state of paralysis.
Gu Shiyu narrowed his eyes slightly. He suddenly jumped up and grabbed the guard's neck, pushing him against the wall. "Why are people from the Guard Department here? Whose subordinate are you? "It was as if the bodyguard's own weight and the weight of his armor didn't seem to matter at all. This sudden appearance made him think that it was a trap set by the imperial court.
"I, I am General Wang …"
"Which General Wang?"
"Wang Yuanlang …"
"Other than Wang Yuanlang, who else could it be? Where is Wang Ba? "
"No, no one else …"
Gu Shiyu's expression relaxed slightly. He said, "In other words, this is your private operation, and you did not report it to the imperial court."
"Yes …"
"Then you can die." Gu Shiyu exerted strength in his five fingers and broke his neck. He looked coldly at his corpse. "You were able to see through the Hu tribe's trap, which shows your talent. Unfortunately, I cannot let you live."
Suddenly, the sarcoma on his forehead trembled. His expression changed abruptly, and he sat down on the ground. The sarcoma suddenly shriveled up like a bubble that had lost all its air. His face twitched violently as tendons crawled up like worms.
Finally, he could not help but let out a muffled groan and fell beside the corpse. The intense pain spread throughout his body, and his whole body convulsed violently. If one lifted his clothes to take a look, they would see that his whole body was bulging with earthworm-like tendons, as if there was a dark red liquid flowing inside.
Among the "Killing and Humiliating Demonic Tribulations" of cultivators, there was one that was the most unsolvable. It was an incurable disease caused by an innate deficiency.
Gu Shiyu was suffering from this incurable disease. His illness was a terrible nightmare for cultivators. This nightmare was called "Black Blood Disease".
The main characteristic of the Black Blood Disease was that the blood and vitality were incompatible.
The vitality would damage and contaminate the blood of patients with the Black Blood Disease, causing blood necrosis. In the beginning, the disease would flare up once every three to five months. Gradually, it would become more intense. At Gu Shiyu's age, with his level of cultivation, the disease would flare up once every three to five hours. If he could not endure it, he would die.
The Black Blood Disease could not be dispelled and could not be treated with medicine. If he wanted to live, he either had to stop cultivating, or he had to break through to the next level and use his powerful cultivation to fight against the disease, or he had to use some treasures to purify and cleanse his blood.
"I will not die … I will not give up … I must get the Icy Soul Dew …" His muffled roar echoed in the tunnel.
After an unknown amount of time, the dark red tendons calmed down, and the sarcoma on his forehead gradually filled up. It seemed to have swelled a little more than before.
Gu Shiyu sat up, panting. He reached out to touch the sarcoma on his forehead, resisting the urge to crush it. He took out a mask from his bosom and put it on, as if to cover the mark of shame, and thus, he was able to calm down.
…
"Cui Er, extinguish the fire. We have to leave this damn place."
"Ah?" Cui Er couldn't react, but she still extinguished the fire.
"Now close your eyes, don't think about anything, and keep crawling forward."
Cui Er did as she was told. At first, she was worried about bumping into the slate, but she did not encounter any obstacles. After climbing for a while, she felt a faint airflow blowing on her face. She immediately smiled and said, "Gongzi, it seems that we really came out."
When she opened her eyes, she vaguely saw a tunnel outside. She sped up, but when she jumped down the tunnel, she suddenly felt a burst of cold.
"Gongzi, it's so cold here."
The wall lamp automatically lit up. The wolf patterns on the stone bricks made Cui Er very uncomfortable, and she involuntarily hugged her arms.
Yan Li jumped down, looked around, and said, "There is airflow, which means that it is not closed. Fortunately, we will not suffocate to death. The White Sun Palace does not seem to be connected to the modern world, so it cannot be judged by the season of the modern world. In any case, it is better to be careful. "
"En." Cui Er nodded, and suddenly asked, "Gongzi, how do you know that the slate is an illusion?"
"That is not an illusion." Yan Li shook his head.
"Then what is it?" Cui Er asked.
Yan Li thought for a moment and said, "That is a psychological trap. At the beginning, outside the tower, didn't we see a hanging skeleton and a stone statue of a wolf? "
"En." Cui Er nodded.
"The skeleton represents death, and the stone statue of the wolf represents the wolf pattern. The builders of the tower first rooted these two in our hearts, creating a psychological trap. Moreover, no one can avoid it because their style is very distinct and unique. I think people who see them for the first time will be involuntarily attracted. "
Yan Li said until here and laughed, "When you fell, did you have a short period of dizziness?"
"Gongzi, how do you know?" Cui Er said shyly.
"Because you fainted, you can't feel how long you fell." Yan Li said, "I was awake the whole time, so I gradually felt suffocation, so I switched to internal breathing. However, this is also a trap. Because of my judgment, I told my subconscious that the deeper I fell, the more difficult it was to circulate air, and naturally, I would feel suffocated. So my subconscious created the feeling of suffocation, which is equivalent to deceiving myself. "
He pointed to the stone bricks on the wall and said, "The same is true for the wolf pattern slate. The reason why I said it is not an illusion is because we were in a narrow, stuffy, enclosed space where we couldn't even turn around. Subconsciously, we thought of traps, death, and wolves, so the wolf pattern slate was born in our subconscious. It is our subconscious, and we believe its existence, so it really exists. "
Cui Er suddenly said, "It is we who stop ourselves from moving forward, so the slate can't be broken. If we don't see anything and don't think about anything, it doesn't exist. It's really a strange idea. If it weren't for the fact that cultivators can switch to internal breathing, I'm afraid we would have suffocated in the trap we created. "
"That's why I said this design is very good." Yan Li said with a smile.
"Then what should we do next?"
Yan Li looked around and said, "Since we can't tell the direction, let's just choose one." After that, he walked forward.
Everywhere they walked, the wall lights automatically lit up. They walked for a long time, but they didn't see a fork. It was as if the lights were always lit.
Cui 'er couldn't help but look at Yan Li. She was secretly happy to see him pondering while walking.
"Young Master." She suddenly couldn't help but call out.
"Hmm?" Yan Li looked at her.
Cui Er said softly, "Your eyes are so beautiful, gentle and kind, like the sun, giving people warm brilliance."
Yan Li couldn't believe his ears, "Then I can only say that your eyesight is poor. I am a devil who kills without blinking an eye. "
"Of course you are a devil!" Suddenly, a cold voice came.
When Yan Li heard this, his face suddenly showed surprise. He quickly greeted, "Sir, you are also free?"
"Why are they here?" Cui Er's heart trembled. She saw two women, one big and one small, coming from the tunnel ahead. It was Shen Liuyun and Fu 'er.
"Master." Fu 'er didn't rush over as usual, but looked at him with a worried face.
Yan Li walked briskly to Shen Liuyun and said with a smile, "Why did you follow me? Didn't I leave a note? You can go back to Yongling and wait. It's very dangerous here … "
Compared to the uncertainty of the future, the person in front of them was no different from a reassuring pill.
Shen Liuyun gritted her teeth and suddenly raised her hand.
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed in the tunnel. A slap landed on Yan Li's face.
Cui Er was stunned. She wanted to question him, but suddenly thought of something and didn't dare to speak.
Yan Li touched his slapped face and forced a smile, "It's my fault for hiding from you and taking risks. You should hit me."
Shen Liuyun didn't say anything and waved her hand again.
Slap!
It was so fast that Yan Li didn't have time to react. The other side of his face was hit.
"This is too much!" He felt both innocent and angry.
"Is it very painful?" Shen Liuyun asked coldly.
In all fairness, her hand wasn't heavy, but this was more of a humiliation than pain.
Shen Liuyun said coldly, "More than a hundred thousand innocent people were burned alive. Don't they feel pain?"
Yan Li's body trembled, and his face suddenly paled.
"They are already dead, but their suffering is far from over. They still have to be tortured by you. Who is more painful?"
"I …"
Shen Liuyun was emotional and directly interrupted Yan Li, "What is life to you? Don't you know that you are blaspheming! A blasphemy against nature, a blasphemy against life. How can you be so cruel! Are you still human? "
Yan Li's chest rose and fell rapidly. He couldn't help but shout, "Yes! I am not human! I am a demon! I am cold-blooded and cruel! I won't even spare a three-year-old child. Are you satisfied? "
Shen Liuyun's face was suddenly full of sorrow. Two lines of clear tears fell down, "Little Fan, do you know that the pain of everyone you kill will be transferred to you? Do you know that the pain you feel is the same for me?"
All of his anger suddenly vanished like smoke in thin air.
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