Chapter 708 A Persimmon (3K+)
Outside the imperial city, Han Xuan walked out of the palace gate and looked at the carriage on which High Priest Lou had just disappeared from sight.
A carriage slowly stopped in front of him.
"Get in the car."
It was the voice of the great priest Lou, passing by like a faint wind.
Han Xuan stepped onto the carriage and saw a dark shadow sitting in it.
"You have done a good job with the blasphemy."
A very straightforward sentence with a light voice.
Han Xuan handed over his hand: "Thank you for the great priest's compliment. With this, you can successfully move to the north. Although you are far away from the temple, under Ruan Mian's command, you can be better trained to become what you want."
The dark shadow slightly tilted its head.
Han Xuan continued: "Now the Holy One is dissatisfied with the temple, but he does not dare to attract the temple. If there is any movement in the temple, the imperial court will definitely seek strength to fight back. By then, what the great priest wants will soon be It can be achieved.”
Xuying snorted coldly: "It's a pity that the temple can't be involved now. It won't be until later in the year."
"Yes, the death of Priest Li... was not at the right time." Han Xuan whispered, "As soon as the temple investigates, the Divine Blessing Tour may be missed, and we cannot bear it."
Xuying sneered: "That fool who couldn't support the wall with mud took action at this time, and he was killed in the end."
"Priest Li, didn't I inform you before taking action?" Han Xuan asked cautiously, looking at the ink-colored silence of the shadow.
The shadow became silent, and the ink became darker.
When Han Xuan saw this, he immediately fell silent.
"I heard that your son went to the Snowy Mountains? You are going at such a good time, but you intend to leave Chang'an?" Xuying suddenly spoke, his voice calm.
Han Xuan's heart trembled.
"Nowadays, there are rumors that something big is going to happen in the snow mountain, so I just asked that boy to go and check it out. Anyway, he can't carry it with his shoulders and hands, so it would be better to practice doing chores."
He added: "After all, I am afraid that...the sudden appearance of the snow-capped mountains will affect the great priest's plan."
"Okay."
Xuying's voice was still cold, and he didn't know whether he recognized what Han Xuan said.
"You give him this ink color to protect his peace in the snowy mountains."
A wisp of ink passed by like a breeze and fell directly into Han Xuan's hands.
It looks like a bunch of hair, but it squirms slightly, like a living thing.
Of course Han Xuan understood what the so-called "protection" meant. His expression remained unchanged and he lowered his head and said: "I understand. I will send it to you with a high-level lucky charm as soon as I get home."
The phantom's jaw seemed to be indistinguishable, and it immediately dissipated in the carriage.
And Han Xuan suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from outside:
"Hey, sir, why did you come back in this carriage today? Where did it come from?"
It's his domestic servant.
His heart tightened, and he arrived home without even realizing it.
Opening the sedan curtain, the servant helped Han Xuan out.
His eyes swept across the car unintentionally, and he was suddenly stunned.
"Wait, sir, behind you..."
The servant almost screamed, but Han Xuan quickly covered his mouth.
Looking back, I saw a charred corpse sitting sideways in the car, as if the ink-colored shadow had materialized.
Han Xuan felt awe in his heart, knowing that this was a warning from High Priest Lou.
……
When Han Xuan had just sent the "spiritual object" given by the Grand Priest Lou, Ruan Shizhi was struggling on the road to heaven.
Although the road to heaven in Mobei is now the best way to walk, the so-called "easier" is just a relative term.
As time goes by, the erosion of the abyssal sea becomes more and more serious, leaving behind countless twisted objects. If an ordinary mortal stepped into it, he would have fallen into their trap unknowingly.
Fortunately, most of the people walking this path today are sect disciples, and they are basically the elites of the major sects.
There are not many people like Ruan Shizhi who are as well-connected as silk flowers.
Ruan Shizhi was also glad that he came with his senior sister.
I saw the two silk ribbons with bells attached to them in Senior Sister Qingxue's hand flicked, cutting through the illusion of layers of buildings in the distance like sharp blades, instantly entangling the rickety-looking monster in the deepest part, and slamming it down. Return to the sea of abyss.
There are so many strange things on the road in the sky that there is no way to purify them in time, and containing them is useless. It is better to avoid them temporarily.
"Senior Sister Qingxue is really amazing..." Ruan Shizhi wiped the blood from his forehead, still feeling a little scared.
Qingxue is the title of senior sister.
As for her real name of Mobei, Ruan Shizhi didn't know.
Maybe he's not qualified to know yet.
Just like now, Ruan Shizhi's compliment was only met with a cold snort.
"Follow closely, don't hold us back." Qingxue's cold voice came from the front, "Lest your mother end up attacking someone important to the Tianque Sect."
Ruan Shizhi lowered his head and responded. Seeing Qingxue's figure quickly disappearing into the mist, he quickly quickened his pace to catch up.
However, as the sea of the abyss reaches the ankles, more and more strange beings appear around them. They seem to be screaming in a low voice, telling endless resentment and full of bloodthirsty impulses.
The black mist swallowed his sight and gradually seeped into Ruan Shizhi's heart, as if some invisible fear was quietly taking root, spreading in his consciousness, and gradually occupying his entire soul...
Despair surged through me like a tidal wave.
Ruan subconsciously raised his head, looking for the past to rely on.
However, today's road to heaven is no longer bright.
The face of the Supreme God was hidden in the black mist, leaving only the huge eyes looking at the world with indifference, and the huge gaping mouth, as if ready to swallow everything in the world.
And a small existence like Ruan Shizhi is no problem.
His heart skipped a beat and his steps paused unconsciously.
Just like that, Qingxue's shadowy figure completely disappeared from sight. In this confusing black fog, Ruan Shizhi was completely lost. He hurriedly took out his compass, barely discerned the direction of the snow-capped mountains, and forced himself to move in that direction.
"It's okay, it's okay, I will definitely reach the snow mountain."
Ruan Shizhi murmured in a low voice, trembling with fear.
"Of course you have to reach the snowy mountains, otherwise why would your mother and your father bother to send you here?"
A cold voice sounded in his ears.
Ruan Shizhi looked back and found that Senior Sister Qingxue had quietly appeared beside him at some point, with the impatience still on her face.
Ruan Shizhi lowered his head, "I feel that it is impossible for me to accomplish what they want me to do..."
"You have to do it even if you can't do it."
Qingxue's voice seemed to be heard through the black mist, with a hint of mistiness.
"Senior Sister Qingxue, do you think... there really is another world?" Ruan Shizhi's voice was even more trembling, with a hint of crying.
"Of course... didn't Elder Nangong say yes?"
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"The Elder Nangong in your mind...well, he is such an interesting person."
The last sentence was very soft, as if it was about to disappear in the black mist at any time, so Ruan Shizhi couldn't hear it clearly.
And he has gradually fallen into deeper confusion.
Everything around me seems to be disappearing and moving away.
I can only keep mumbling to myself.
"If there was another world, would there be another me? Would I still be so cowardly?"
"Only you can know this answer."
"Qingxue" chuckled, his voice faintly visible.
"Really?"
"Yes, or I can take your place and go to the end, and you will know by then."
"Okay..."
As soon as the words fell, Ruan Shizhi's skin and flesh burst apart instantly, and bright red juice burst out like a fountain, like a soft persimmon that had been crushed.
……
Qingxue was very anxious.
Because she couldn't find her junior brother.
Although she often disliked Ruan Shizhi, this time, she knew very well that she was just a protector.
She was also nominally participating in the selection.
But in fact, she wanted to escort Ruan Shizhi all the way to the snowy mountains.
The Snow Mountain side has also made arrangements. He will pass the selection without any obstacles, then join the Snow Mountain, participate in the legendary journey to find another world, and then escape from this desperate world.
Qingxue certainly hopes that she can have such an opportunity.
So she did not give up. Instead, she worked harder to study Elder Nangong's articles. She even found publications such as "Cultivation Theory", "Family Practice" and "Reiki Era" that no one had read in the past. She worked hard to get a chance.
Even though I don’t quite understand it, at least I’m trying my best.
However, Ruan Shizhi cannot lose it.
Otherwise, not only the teacher would blame her, but also the majestic mother might rush up to the snowy mountain and snatch her down.
But who can tell her why the road to heaven has become so terrifying now!
However, emotional fluctuations are most likely to lead to strange invasions, so countless vague existences quietly gathered around Qingxue.
The black waves of the abyss hit her one after another, with a strange smell, staining her clothes and gradually seeping into her skin.
When Qingxue realized it, she tried to peel it off with her hands, but found that these black things were extremely slippery and had quickly penetrated into her body. Once she tried to do it, she would feel excruciating pain.
But there is no way, this kind of thing cannot stay in the body for a long time.
She frowned, took out a knife she usually used to cut mutton, and fiercely dug out the black substance on her arm that had penetrated deeply into her body.
The moment the blade penetrated, instead of blood spurting out, a deep black liquid slowly flowed out like thick ink.
Qingxue's face suddenly lost all color, and she bit her braid tightly with her back molars, trying not to let out a scream, for fear of attracting more weird beings.
However, the deeper she went, the more she realized that these black substances had already been deeply rooted in her body.
It wasn't until the blade touched the bone that she discovered that these black threads not only spread to the bones, but also adhered to the bones like invisible mesh meridians. They jumped and jumped, as if they were growing, as if something alive was attached to the bones. A new body is slowly forming in her body...
"Why are you dazed, Ayman, hurry up and cut the meat, the whole family is waiting to eat! Do you think your father and brother will have nothing to eat when they come back?"
She suddenly came back to her senses, and her consciousness was instantly separated from the pain.
There was no longer darkness all around, but a blazing stove fire and thick smoke.
She stood in front of the stove, holding a knife in her hand. In front of her eyes was a huge and rough arm, which had been cut open and the bones were clearly visible.
The wind outside blew in, bringing in the familiar smell of the grassland, but mixed with a certain fishy smell of flesh and blood.
Grandma’s urging voice sounded again, with anxious impatience:
"Hurry up and cut it, it still needs to be stewed!"
At this time, Qingxue returned to the Ayman period, and was slapped hard on the back of the head.
She could only slowly lift the knife in her hand, her hand trembling slightly, and the blade slowly lowered.
"It's so light, how can you chop it open?"
"You are such a fool!"
"If I had known if I had sold you for a lamb, at least I would have had a full meal to eat!"
Ayman's lips gradually tightened, and the blade was raised high, slashing down hard.
The moment the blade was about to touch that arm, a strong and warm force suddenly grasped her wrist.
"Be careful, this knife will break your hand."
Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then looked down and saw that the hand holding the knife was tightly wrapped around a golden tentacle.
Looking up again, there was a woman in front of him.
He was standing in the middle of the hot stove, with a cold smile on his face, looking through the firelight, looking at himself quietly.