Chapter 17 The Buried Truth
At the altar, Nihua raced against time to watch the scene, because if they were discovered, they would be heavily guarded, and it would be difficult for her to sneak in so easily.
Nihua's painting spirit didn't last long. "She" was discovered when she reached the third level of the altar, and Nihua disappeared along with the painting spirit.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the red clothes flashed in Nihua's eyes "before she died", and she seemed to see the big red fox demon.
In a trance, she heard someone calling the big demon's name.
"Pei Yi."
So, what role does the vixen play in it, and whether it joins the game voluntarily. In the courtyard, the big demon looks at the "Whisper of the Wind" and the love in its eyes is hidden. It lives, so the person who just called it could be the Whisperer of the Wind.
Feng Zhiyu is the last bloodline of the Feng family. If the Feng Zhiyu seen in Fengdu is not himself, could the real Feng Zhiyu be here?
The hourglass in the prison slowly bottomed out. They were right. The hourglass did have great benefits.
When Nihua's soul returned, she vomited a mouthful of blood. Xingshen found a smiling old Taoist in black at the door, who was looking at him lewdly.
"Which one of you will come first?"
It's really like what they guessed, and those who don't submit will be used for experiments.
With the emergence of secret realms in recent years, monsters gaining wisdom, and peace treaties being signed, monsters have become increasingly difficult to catch. The profession of bounty hunters has begun to decline. They have found another way to capture them with drugs. Those who had tasted the benefits of monsters became more and more ambitious. Later, they changed from simply catching monsters to refining demon pills. Later, they wanted to use these immortal cultivators to refine pills.
I heard that after taking these elixirs, you can increase your spiritual power and directly advance to the next level. After taking these elixirs, it is like being addicted. If you don't take them for a period of time, your spiritual power will explode and you will die.
Due to its good effects, elixirs are secretly circulated in the market. Even if the price is ridiculously expensive, the number of people buying and selling them is still high. Therefore, more and more people are involved in the practice of elixirs for humans or demons. , this dark industry is getting bigger and bigger.
But in front of them, Nihua and the others were the unlucky victims who were caught.
In this simple prison on the underground floor, the strongest combatants are not here. It will be difficult for them to escape.
Ni Hua was furious. This black-clothed old man was not the same as last time. His level was only about half as good as his own.
"We kill... well, well." Get out.
Ren Tianjiao covered Jian Zhongzhi’s mouth before he finished speaking and dragged him to the corner.
Ni Hua turned to look at Jian Zhongzhi, what kind of retarded statement was this.
Sure enough, the old Taoist man in black wanted to take away Jian Zhongzhi who made the mentally retarded remarks, but Nihua didn't know what was going on, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he stood in front of Jian Zhongzhi.
So, Nihua was taken away under the complicated eyes of everyone, and she was given a separate cell.
Looking at the strong maple seedlings raised in the secret room, Nihua shuddered in his heart. Nihua felt that he was not a great person, but he was dragged down by Jian Zhongzhi. The moment he went out, Nihua had a strong premonition that Jian Zhongzhi would really die.
Because... the heavy sword is cannon fodder.
If it were her, she should have the aura of the protagonist, right?
Ni Hua was fed a bowl of dark concoction. Next, her internal organs seemed to be stuck together as if they were misaligned, and her whole body was in pain.
Ni Hua couldn't bear the pain. She floated out of her body as if her soul was out of body, and the "Ni Hua" lying on the bed fell on the wooden bed as if she had lost her soul.
Ni Hua lowered her head and remained silent. The best thing for her painting spirit is her own body, because there are almost no flaws.
After a while, Ni Hua squeezed into her body and empathized with Hua Ling.
At the end of the day, many strange people came to look at her in the cell, looking like they were looking at monkeys. However, it only took half a day for Nihua to go from uneasy to calm.
Of course, the most unexpected thing is that Nihua meets the prison visitors at dusk.
The man in red looked at Ni Hua quietly outside, his eyes dark and evil.
Ni Hua squinted her eyes slightly and looked at the much weaker demon in front of her. Her mind was spinning, and she finally spoke. "Pei Yi."
The man in red sneered, "I guessed it right, it's you."
Ni Hua looked at him calmly with his hands behind his back. Unexpectedly and reasonably, Pei Yi was able to find him.
Pei Yi did not report him, saying that he had other plans. It seems that they are not very united internally.
"How did you sense the connection between me and Hua Ling?" Ni Hua asked sincerely.
"Heh, little trick, tell you what's good for me." The man in red smiled lowly, his eyes fixed on the dust in the corner. At a certain moment, he suddenly felt a lot lonely.
Ni Hua looked at Pei Yi's trick and walked down the slope, "Maybe you can use me."
"Your breath is not hidden cleanly, and the demon has a keen sense of smell." Pei Yi smiled.
The morning dawned, and a breeze blew by. Nihua, who had not seen the sun for a long time, squinted her eyes. She really couldn't believe that Pei Yi had gotten her out of prison in just one day.
Fox Pei Yi really wanted something from Ni Hua, he asked her to draw another "Whisper of the Wind".
Ni Hua once again appeared in the familiar Peach Blossom Land. A peach blossom fell between her eyebrows, and a faint and strange fragrance floated in the air.
Nihua followed Pei Yi silently and acted as a servant. When she suddenly looked up, she saw the legendary Whisper of the Wind on the high platform.
Ni Hua has studied Feng Zhiyu carefully and is very sure that this is Feng Zhiyu himself.
But Feng Zhiyu's condition didn't seem to be very good. After careful identification, Nihua saw many invisible red threads in the air entangled in Feng Zhiyu's limbs and veins. , seems to have been trained into a puppet.
Feng Zhiyu is also a victim.
"This is the observation deck." Pei Yi looked at the woman in white on the high platform, the gloom in his eyes was like ink that couldn't be melted away.
Ni Hua sighed in his heart, it turns out that this place... is really a lookout.
The Feng family really dares to play.
The death of the head of the Feng family was "in full view of the public", so how many of our own people were involved, and how many were watching indifferently.
This plan was originally a huge irony. The dirty deal and the cage holding the monsters were under the watchtower, but the subjects protected by Feng Zhiqing really wanted him to die.
Ni Hua used Feng Zhiyu’s spiritual energy to arrange the formation and return to the scene Feng Zhiyu experienced before his death.
There was a cold and damp fog, hymns from all directions, huge crowds of people came one after another, and the cold wind blew the clothes of the men on the high platform fluttering. In an instant, Nihua saw everyone's faces twisting and looking in one direction.
Screams, wind, footsteps, and the sound of sword rain were mixed together. She found that her throat could not make a sound, and she followed everyone's look in panic.
(End of this chapter)