【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xue Yang shouted loudly: "Don't expect me to perform spirit harvesting again!"

"Don't refuse in such a hurry." Shi Wusheng returned to his faint smile, and pointed to the white light wound on Xue Yang's chest, "Here, is it the injury of the immortal weapon? The immortal weapon hurts the soul, and the pain is unbearable, but there is another kind Something that hurts the soul more painful than a fairy weapon, do you know what it is?"

Xue Yang kept his mouth shut, and Shi Wusheng asked himself, "It seems that you know." He opened another black box, and inside were five daggers. My heart shuddered, and I remembered the feeling when I was soaked in the dementor incense and poisonous water --- my whole body was burning and aching.

It was a dagger made of pressed soul-scattering grass, which is the raw material of the depressing incense. It was emerald green, with a rough and thick blade, and even a short, pointed grass stalk. Only the handle was covered with a layer of black cloth.

Shi Wusheng leisurely picked up one of them, turned it over in his hand, and showed it to Xue Yang: "I made it in a hurry, it's rough, but the effect may be better."

Scattering Soul Grass, as its name suggests, does great damage to the soul. If the amount is enough, it will cause the soul to collapse and be difficult to gather. Moreover, once the ghost touches this thing, it will be like a burn, and the pain is unbearable. The last time Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen went to the dungeon, they were almost trapped. The reason why he couldn't escape was because of the soul-scattering grass. After arriving in the snow mountain, Xiao Xingchen was afraid that he would be injured, so he never allowed him to approach the soul-scattering grass plantation they were monitoring.

Knowing that there was no escape, Xue Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Shi Wusheng, remember, any means you have used against me, I will repay a hundredfold and a thousandfold!"

"Oh? I'll wait and see." Shi Wusheng fixed his eyes on him, and pointed the dagger at the white wound on his chest. After a short touch, a white mist appeared from the wound and dissolved in the water. Xue Yang shuddered, subconsciously. Shrinking back, with nowhere to hide, Shi Wusheng was frantic, and slowly inserted the dagger along the sword wound until the front end of the hilt was completely submerged into Xue Yang's body.

Suddenly, there seemed to be hot molten iron from the contact point between the wound and the soul-dispersing grass, spreading along the meridians to all the limbs and bones, and there was even a vague "sizzling" sound of the spirit body boiling, Xue Yang's head stalked, and the back of his head hit the ground. On the hard stone pillar, the iron chains that bound him collided with each other, making the sound of gold and stone colliding. He endured until his meridians burst violently, unwilling to scream and show weakness under the enemy's hands, and then followed the soul-scattering grass dagger deep into the bottom, closely closing the original wound, In the end, the pain was so painful that his whole body trembled, and he couldn't suppress a few tiny licks that almost only he could hear.

In the past, the soul-absorbing incense stuck to his body, and the burning was unbearable. Afterwards, Xiao Xingchen would always need to feed him blood and nourish his soul to recover. Now it is the raw material of the soul-dispersing grass. Although it has not been refined, the damage is slightly inferior to the soul-absorbing incense, but it is still not enough. It was directly inserted into the wound caused by the immortal weapon, and the thick blade even tore the wound a little more.

Shi Wusheng admired the pained appearance of the tortured people, and softly persuaded Xue Yang: "You only need to agree to collect the spiritual power from these three golden cores with the spirit-gathering technique, and I can finish you off." pain of."

Xue Yang gritted his teeth stiffly, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and he didn't even have the extra strength to curse.The burning pain is dynamic, like a thin undercurrent, spreading wantonly in the spiritual body, and even every finger hurts to the fingertips.He knew that if he didn't agree to Cailing, he would still be able to survive. Once he agreed, if there were hundreds of people picking up spirits, his golden alchemy would be poached to make human alchemy immediately, and Shi Wusheng would not be kind enough to preserve his soul.

"I know what you're thinking," Shi Wusheng said with undisguised contempt and sarcasm on his slender cheeks, and picked up the second dagger from the obsidian box, "No matter how long you think about it, there are only two choices, or you can be bitten by the soul-dispersing grass. A little bit of torture erodes until the soul is completely scattered, or cooperate with spirit picking to end the pain simply and neatly."

Xue Yang's expression was ferocious, and he managed to squeeze out three words between his teeth: "I——not— pick—!"

"That's because you haven't suffered enough torture." Shi Wusheng didn't rush, he knocked hard on the dagger that had sunk into Xue Yang's chest, the blade of the dagger fit closely with the spirit body, the vibration immediately made Xue Yang howl in pain.

Shi Wusheng put his hands behind his back: "It doesn't matter, I have plenty of time. Starting today, I will put an extra dagger in your body every day. When you figure it out, you can tell me anytime."

He ordered his subordinates to place the box containing the three children's hearts within sight of Xue Yang, leaving two ghost soldiers to guard them, and drifted away.

Xue Yang couldn't lie down, was imprisoned by iron chains on a stone pillar, and had a dagger made of the Scattering Soul Grass pressed into his chest. As the cold water passed through the void spirit body, the burning of the Scattering Soul Grass did not diminish at all. He couldn't tell whether it was icy cold or scorching hot. This kind of heart-breaking torture was worse than the last time he was tortured in a predicament. As long as he moved slightly, he couldn't help opening his mouth and screaming silently. Shaking and struggling again, the pain intensified.

I could only endure the severe pain and remain still.

Twice in his life he fell into the hands of Shi Wusheng, and he was so powerless to resist and could only let himself be manipulated. Xue Yang was both angry and humiliated.

The soul connection with Xiao Xingchen disappeared in his body, leaving an empty black hole in the place where he used to feel full and stable, which also meant that it was difficult for Xiao Xingchen to find him again.From time to time there was a faint blue light extinguishing around his body. He knew that it was Xiao Xingchen who was summoning him with the invocation spell, and he could even imagine the figure of that person repeating the invocation incantation in a panic, but the spirit body was double imprisoned by the soul-dispersing grass and the Shi Wusheng spell. , he could not respond.

In order to divert his attention and resist the pain, Xue Yang tried his best to recall Xiao Xingchen, their love last night, and their farewell in the morning - when he was lying on the comfortable warm quilt, Xiao Xingchen was bending over by the bed body, slender fingers gently brushed his wound, eyes as gentle as spring water, looked at him and said: "Wait for me to come back."

He repeatedly recalled this scene in pain, and this sentence, just four words, became his spiritual support for the next period of time.Xue Yang already understood Shi Wusheng's ruthlessness. Now that he is staring at the human pill that is about to form in his body, his methods will only become more and more vicious. If he fails to achieve his goal, he will definitely use the most cruel methods to torture him until his soul is lost.

He doubted whether he and Xiao Xingchen could meet again.

In Broken Cloud Snow Mountain, the snow-capped peaks stand tall and proud of the world with an eternal posture. The occasional figures in the snow appear lonely and small.

Xiao Xingchen and the others searched the mountain for three days, but found nothing.

One after another, monks received letters and came to help, and more and more people participated in the mountain search, approaching half a hundred.

Looking down from a high place, dozens of hills stand silently in the vast expanse of whiteness, and nothing can be seen.Under the snow-capped mountains are jagged rocks and numerous caves. Xiao Xingchen didn't close his eyes for three consecutive days.

So far nothing.

I ran into other mountain-searching monks in the mountains, and the eyes of him became more and more strange.

In order to grasp the overall situation, Lan Wangji had to run back and forth in the mountains. Wei Wuxian was deeply worried about Xiao Xingchen and always accompanied him in the test.There are few people on the snow-capped mountain, and his ghost flute technique of controlling corpses is useless.

"Little uncle, stop and eat something!" Coming out of the No. 60 caves that he inspected today, Wei Wuxian grabbed Xiao Xingchen who was walking fast, "The supporting monks from all the major families have arrived, and the two The mountains will be searched within a day."

Xiao Xingchen shook his head: "I can't eat, A Yang is still waiting for me to save him, I can't stop."

"But what if you're exhausted?"

"will not."

Wei Wuxian let go of his hands helplessly, watching the persistent figure in white step out of the cave.Strange to say, after three consecutive days of sleepless nights, and having to use spells to detect traces of spells or ghosts around him, Xiao Xingchen looked haggard, but his body was straight, as if he would never find Xue Yang again. It will stop and it will not fall.

It can be seen how important this Xue Yang is now in the heart of my junior uncle.

Wei Wuxian followed Xiao Xingchen, and was about to take out dry food to replenish his strength, but saw Xiao Xingchen a few feet away, slipped from the disaster relief and fell to the ground, half kneeling and half-kneeling into the snow, motionless.

"Little uncle!" Wei Wuxian rushed over to support him, "Look, there is no body made of iron, you can rest for a while..." Suddenly, his voice stopped, and when he looked carefully, Xiao Xingchen not only did not have what he imagined. Instead of looking tired and embarrassed, his eyes were shining brightly, and a look of surprise floated on his haggard face.

Wei Wuxian understood: "What? What did you find?"

"Near here, I can feel it!" Xiao Xingchen concentrated on capturing that strange gravitational force. After three days, the soul sense that disappeared with Xue Yang suddenly lit up like a faint flame in the darkness of nothingness. Give him direction.

He took two steps back and forth, the feeling was vague, much more ethereal than before, but it was real, and he returned to his body.Xiao Xingchen looked nervous, and following the feeling, he walked down the hillside in the knee-deep snow, walked for half an hour, left the snow mountain behind, and reached a vast and flat place, he lowered his head in bewilderment.

Wei Wuxian, who was careful not to disturb him by the side, saw him stop and linger in place for a long time, and asked, "Did you sense it? Where is it?"

Xiao Xingchen knelt down and touched the snow, hesitatingly said: "It's down there."

"Below? Why is it below?"

If Xue Yang is captured by Shi Wusheng, he must be strictly guarded, that is, where Xue Yang is, that is where Shi Wusheng and his subordinates hide. How can a place that is comfortable and convenient to stay for a long time be underground?

With doubts, the two pushed aside the snow surface and dug for more than a foot. When they touched the hard layer below, they reached out and touched it. , It was actually a frozen lake!

It is inconvenient for ghosts to hide in the ground, but it is easy to hide in water.Wei Wuxian hastily sent out a signal for the monks from Soushan to gather here.

There was no sky under the ice, and the passage of time was hard to tell. Xue Yang could only tell from the number of daggers on his body that it had been three days.

Three daggers were inserted in the left chest, under the ribs, and lower abdomen.He was tied to a stone pillar, his consciousness was blurred from the pain, his body was exhausted, and his head drooped limply.The scorching burning sensation surging in his body prolongs the time infinitely, torturing his spirit body and destroying his will all the time.

The way to end this kind of destruction, three hearts emitting a faint golden light, was right in front of him.

——Not as good as Broken Soul?It is absolutely impossible to be a stepping stone for Shi Wusheng, and he would rather break his soul than gather spirits.

Let's end it, in such a painful, dark, and suffering world, what is there to be nostalgic for?He had no father and no mother, and he was a homeless child. At the age of seven, he cut off his fingers for a plate of snacks. At the age of eight, he was forced to participate in a cage duel and started killing. At the age of 12, he became a bloodthirsty monster.He doesn't know what the meaning of life is, he just sticks to it with his innate savage strength.Now, that strength is also consumed by the excruciating pain.

But... in fact... there is nostalgia.

His dark and sinful life has been warmed and illuminated once, and a pair of firm and healing hands have pulled him out of desperation again and again, trying to lead him out of the mud and toward the dawn.

Every time the thought of giving up comes up, a gentle figure in white clothes will appear in my mind, calling him pitifully: "A Yang..."

Yes, Xiao Xingchen's voice, smile, and every move are all his nostalgia, if possible, I really want to be by that person's side forever.

He still remembered that Xiao Xingchen's last order was: "A Yang, wait for me to come back."

No... Did the Taoist priest call "A Yang" that day?He is confused.

Just three days, it seems like a lifetime away.

Xue Yang tried his best to recall the scene when he saw Xiao Xingchen for the last time. After thinking about it, his slack eyes suddenly gathered together, and his pitch-black eyes slowly turned. The ghost suddenly revived as if dying, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, not caring that the movement would cause the wound to aggravate the pain, he looked up ecstatically, and when he heard Shi Wusheng and the ghost pawn approaching, he quickly lowered his head and closed his eyes, pretending to be something Didn't seem to feel it.

The author has something to say: I just found out that I missed a chapter before, ah, ah, ah, it has been revised, and the previous chapter has been moved to this chapter