After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

Lingyue walked barefoot along the mountain path, stopping from time to time to bury a stone in the ground.

There is a white figure standing quietly on the top of the mountain, with long hair blown by the wind, and a white hairband also fluttering, as if it is integrated with the snowflakes in the sky.

Lingyue buried the last stone into the ground and saluted the man in white dully: "Master, it's done."

"well done."

The man in white looked towards the north, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Lingyue stood behind him, his eyes dull.

After a long time, the man in white sighed: "So many people are buried with you, Song Huaiqing, I am very good to you."

The direction he was looking at was clearly Canglang Pavilion.

What he had been planning for so long was finally about to succeed, and he could hardly restrain the excitement in his heart.

Perhaps the outpouring of emotion was too strong, so after a while, he took a step back, patted Ling Yue on the shoulder, and pointed his finger in the direction of Canglang Pavilion: "Xiao Ling, you must do your best and wait for him. If you die, I will set you free."

Lingyue nodded: "...Okay."

After standing for a while, the man in white suddenly tilted his body and sat down in the snow.

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed muffledly, and said to himself after a moment: "It is indeed a magic, it consumes too much, and it seems that it needs more nourishment. Well, the ones from the Shangsan Sect are very nice."

He hooked his hand towards Ling Yue, and Ling Yue obediently helped him up.

"Xiao Ling, you must work hard to burn Xiao Fangchi's fire even brighter. I don't want Song Huaiqing to die too cheaply. I want him to die in pain."

As he spoke, his body gradually became transparent.

"I'll come see you in a few days, and you must be obedient, understand?"

Lingyue: "I understand. I will definitely complete whatever the master tells me to do."

The man in white nodded with satisfaction and his body dissipated.

Ling Yue stood there blankly.

In a moment, a lilac light overflowed from his body, only flickered for a moment, and then disappeared.

Ling Yue turned his head dully, walked back along the way he came, and returned to the torture chamber not long after.

With a hook of his hand, the whole person was tied to the torture rack, exactly the same as before.

*

"Achuan, have you finished painting over there?"

Song Xiaoye quickly sketched on the wooden slips while walking towards Song Xuchuan.

Song Xuchuan squatted on the ground and was observing carefully.

Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head: "It will take a while, this place is more complicated."

While speaking, Song Xiaoye had already passed through the many bones and came to Song Xuchuan's side.

"As long as we carve these patterns down and go back to find out where they came from, we should be able to follow the clues and find out who is behind the scenes."

After more than half a month of careful investigation and deduction, they finally discovered the formation buried deep underground. It was thought that this formation must be the culprit of the world's disasters.

She put the wooden slips into her storage bag and was about to squat down when her expression suddenly became very painful and she fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Song Xuchuan's eyes quickly stopped and he quickly supported her: "What's wrong with you?!"

"Hiss." Song Xiaoye rubbed her heart. The pain hadn't dissipated yet. She struggled to get up. "I suddenly felt unbearable pain in my heart. Something must have happened to my junior brother! Let's go find him quickly!"

Song Xuchuan stopped drawing formations, quickly put the wooden slips away, and was about to leave while supporting Song Xiaoye.

Sudden changes occur.

The skeletons that had been dead on the ground for a long time all stood up and surrounded them.

The skeletons of the entire city were rushing towards them, with such force that the ground shook.

Then came the black fog that filled the sky, surrounding them in an instant.

"Give me back my life..."

"Daddy, I want daddy!"

"I died so miserably."

"Husband, wait for me, I will come to you right away."

"Don't leave, stay with us."

"Stay."

In an instant, countless resentful voices turned into one sentence: "Stay, stay."

Song Xuchuan shouted: "Don't listen!"

There is a strong deception in these sounds that can make people fall into hallucinations.

Song Xiaoye drew out his sword and made a sword flower with a clean stroke. The fierce attack surged in an instant, and all the bones that came forward were overturned.

What surprised them was that even if these skeletons were turned into powder under their attack, they would regroup in a very short period of time and then continue to rush toward them desperately.

Skeletons are gathering in a steady stream. These skeletons know no pain, have good attack power, and their voices also contain hallucinogenic effects.

The black fog in the sky blocked the space, making it impossible for them to escape.

The two were locked in a bitter fight.

*

Song Huaiqing had many more dreams.

Countless scenes flashed through his dream, and like a fleeting glance, scenes exploded in his mind.

At the end of the dream, all the images merged into one, turning into Xiao Fangchi's purple eyes full of blood, looking at him with despair and brokenness, and kept questioning him:

"Where is my master? Where is my master..."

The young man looked determined, as if he would break into pieces at the slightest touch.

Song Huaiqing was awakened immediately.

He sat up suddenly, gasping for air, and a layer of sweat dripped from his forehead.

After waiting for a while, Song Huaiqing realized belatedly that he was not dead.

He clearly remembered that Xiao Fangchi wanted to strangle him to death. Did Xiao Fangchi finally stop?

Thinking of this, he tentatively called: [Zero Zero Zero? 】

[Host, I am here. 】

【Am I not dead? 】

[Almost dead, Xiao Fangchi finally stopped. 】

Song Huaiqing was a little suspicious. Xiao Fangchi had such strong murderous intent at that time that he would stop at the last moment.

But in such a rage, Xiao Fangchi didn't even kill him. What on earth was he thinking?

While he was wondering, the dormitory door creaked open, and someone walked up to him.

Although he heard the footsteps were from Xiao Fangchi, Song Huaiqing still tested it: "Xiaochi?"

Xiao Fangchi ignored him.

Song Huaiqing shouted again: "Xiaochi?"

"Don't call me that." Xiao Fangchi put the porridge into Song Huaiqing's hands, "It's disgusting."

Song Huaiqing choked: "...why..." Instead of killing me, you still want to give me food?

Xiao Fangchi read Song Huaiqing's doubts from the expression on his face.

Xiao Fangchi: "You can't die yet, before I find my master."

Song Huaiqing said quickly: "Kill me! Really, kill me quickly. If you kill me, your master will come back."

Hearing this, Xiao Fangchi sneered coldly: "I won't believe you anymore, Song Huaiqing. I won't believe every word you say. I will never hurt my master's body. Before I find a way, you must Live well."

"I'm not lying to you. It's true. If you kill me, your master will come back! Xiaochi, believe me! Can you believe me for the last time?"