Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Blood flowed down the wound on the wrist, and the blood loss made Ye Wuchen's brain dizzy for a while, and his body became cold inch by inch.

The sharp knife that was drawn on the body pierced the softest part of his body, cut open the flesh and took out the pieces of meat. The pain spread from the lower abdomen, thighs, and wrists. The pain made him lose his ability to think. The next word is magnified countless times.

pain.

The bitter medicine made his body so soft that he couldn't even do a simple struggle, he could only bear it like a rag doll.

He heard someone talking, his left ear went in and his right ear went out across his nerves:

"Why didn't you shout today?"

"I don't know, I guess I don't have the strength."

"Is this enough blood? The young master didn't say he wanted so much."

"Let's put more, you won't die anyway."

I can't die... yes, I can't die, but it hurts!

He heard the rubbing sound of sharp knives piercing the flesh, accompanied by mental fear and torture, his body became lighter and lighter, and his temperature gradually dropped...

Desperation and helplessness occupied his brain, where did he experience this pain... electric shock?

Electric shocks are much more painful than that.

It was a pain that pierced through the internal organs, penetrated into the brain, pierced into the bones, and even imprinted in the soul.

It is despair that can never be eradicated.

Ye Wuchen's vision gradually became blurred, and a few ungraspable fragments flashed across his eyes. In front of him was an endless abyss. He fell into it, and his cold body was unconscious.

When he woke up again, he had already returned to the bed, and the woman was applying medicine to his wrist. She did not know what kind of medicine she took, and the parts of his body that had been cut off had healed and new flesh had grown.

There was still a big cut in the wrist. The woman changed the bottle of medicine and continued to apply it. When she realized that he woke up, he uttered two words: "One day."

"……what?"

"You slept all day."

Ye Wuchen's face twitched, was he sleeping? He obviously passed out.

The woman helped him with the medicine and left with a tray. Ye Wuchen looked down at the flesh that had grown, and compared the horrific wound on his wrist—wasn't the same kind of medicine used for the bloodletting and cutting?

He glanced at the mountain of pills piled up in Xanadu, and planned to use them for now, for fear of being suspected of being caught and burned.

It was very warm in the house, but he only wore a thin coat, and he shivered from the cold when he went outside. Probably the guards were afraid that he would run away, so they didn't even give him some warm clothes.

There are many paradises, but unfortunately they don't fit.

Ye Wuchen recalled what happened the day before, and planned to escape from this place first.

He really couldn't stand the bloodletting and cutting of the flesh.

He glanced at the blasting talisman in Xanadu, and gradually shifted his gaze to the inconspicuous holding talisman. Let's try to see if the talisman is useful in this place.

Ye Wuchen thought about it, then looked up at the hidden guards on the beam of the room, smothered himself into the bed, and stuck a body-fixing amulet on his body.

It's fine, it works, so he can't move...

An hour later, the immobilization amulet failed, and Ye Wuchen crawled out of the quilt listlessly. Fortunately, he didn't compact the quilt tightly, otherwise it would be a corpse now.

He meditated cross-legged on the bed, simulating his escape plan in his mind.

The people guarding him are all specially trained secret guards, and that woman is even more powerful than a cow, and now he has not even figured out the structure of this place, so he must not act recklessly.

Although there are hundreds of blasting talismans piled up there, they will be useless when they meet people with higher cultivation bases. The key is that he doesn't know if this is a world of cultivating immortals, why can a mortal live for hundreds of years? !

Ye Wuchen intends to figure out the world first.

He turned over and got out of bed, raised his head and stared at the meticulous hidden guard, without blinking his eyes, stared at the hidden guard blankly.

The hidden guard Xu had a good mental quality, so he just kept staring at him, but in the blink of an eye, the boy who was staring at him disappeared.

He immediately jumped off the beam, but saw the boy run out of the bedroom, looking for another hidden guard to stare blankly.

"..."

The dark guard choked speechlessly, and was about to return to his post, but was pulled back by the young man who rushed over suddenly.

"Wait a moment."

The dark guard paused, staring at the boy without saying a word, waiting for his next words.

Ye Wuchen looked at Anwei's light red eyes, recalled the woman's red eyes, and couldn't help thinking of Moxiu, "Why are your eyes red?"

The dark guard looked at him with the eyes of a fool, thinking that he was looking for something to say, but still said: "You are too."

After finishing speaking, he nimbly jumped onto the beam again, watching the movement of the young man below.

But Ye Wuchen looked around and saw that there was no such thing as a bronze mirror, so he retracted to the corner of the bed again, pulled up the curtain, and took out a bronze mirror to compare his face.

He looks like a clean boy, he looks like he is twelve or thirteen years old, his red eyes are clear, like the setting sun, this face is very cute, when he smiles, he will reveal two shallow dimples, he has never had dimples before Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand to pinch the dimple on his face without hesitation.

It was fun.

He had fun for a while, and Mo Yun's figure gradually appeared in his mind. Speaking of it, it seemed that Moxiu's eyes were all red, except for Mo Yun and Meihu, who had both spirit and demon physiques.

Then he won't be in the Demon Realm now...

Ye Wuchen looked down at his hands, and cruelly rejected his own thoughts, no, it should be impossible for mortals to stay in the Demon Realm.

Because of his sudden action of pulling up the curtain, the hidden guards outside became suspicious and jumped down one after another, gathered in front of the bed, and one person opened the curtain, Ye Wuchen only had time to put the bronze mirror away before being carried out of the bed.

He was picked up, and now he was in a suspended state. Ye Wuchen shook his legs, and looked up at the hidden guard who had just stared at him.

"Put me down."

In the next second, Ye Wuchen was thrown to the ground, and the hidden guard took a step aside and said, "Don't even think about running away."

Ye Wuchen lay on the ground, rubbed his nose, and replied, "I don't want to escape."

Several hidden guards went to the bed to search for a while, but there was nothing but the warm quilt. They all glanced at the young man at the same time, and went back to their respective posts in silence.

"No tricks."

"..."

Ye Wuchen sat barefoot in front of a pot of charcoal fire and meditated. These hidden guards were only monitoring his whereabouts, and the only one who could take him out was the woman.

But as soon as he opened the door, a hidden guard would jump up to him, pick him up, and throw him on the bed.

He really wanted to blow up this place with a blaster.

Ye Wuchen was thrown back on the bed again, his head popped out from under the quilt, his eyes turned slightly, he jumped out of the bed wrapped in the quilt, and came to the door, staring at the hidden guard who jumped down, the dark guard stared at him Wrapped into a zongzi, he couldn't do anything.

"You carry it again." Ye Wuchen said.

The dark guard confronted him for a while, then suddenly stepped aside, leaving him alone.

Ye Wuchen blinked, just about to reach out a hand from the layers of quilts to open the door, but the door opened by itself, and a woman in Tsing Yi walked in with a tray from outside.

The woman stared at him coldly, "Take the medicine."

Ye Wuchen stretched out his hand without moving half a step.

The cold wind outside was howling, rushing into the warm room, making the two open doors creak and shake. Ye Wuchen was afraid of the cold, so the outstretched hand immediately retracted the moment it came into contact with the cold wind. Under the quilt, he glanced at the woman with a cold face, and went back to sit on the bed.

Anyway, there are many hidden guards outside, so he can't escape even if he escapes like this.

The woman placed the tray on the bed and poured medicine for him with downcast eyes.

The wound on the wrist was painful, the big man's cut was deep, and directly cut off his meridian. Although the medicine given by the woman was slow in effect, it could repair the meridian very well.

Ye Wuchen stared at the wound on his hand, and asked softly, "Do you know about Duoshe?"

The woman was silent, turning a deaf ear.

"...Don't you know?" Ye Wuchen's heart sank, then he probably wasn't in the original world anymore.

The woman helped him with the good medicine, and said in a cold voice: "Don't think about it, why would someone take your house away."

"Do you know about Duoshe?" Ye Wuchen grabbed her sleeve, his expression jumped, and he smiled unconsciously.

Seeing his appearance, the woman frowned, then stretched out her hand to pinch his face, "What's your name?"

"Uh..." Ye Wuchen froze, then lowered his eyes, trying to get away with it, "I've lived for hundreds of years, I've long forgotten."

The woman didn't know if she believed him, she turned around and left with the tray in her hand, and when she got to the door, she turned her head and said to him, "Your name is Su Xianran."

The door was closed, Ye Wuchen was locked in the room again, he was stunned for a long time, his brain was aching, like thousands of ants and insects gnawing on it, his fingers inserted into the hair, and pressed hard He scratched his head, trying to dig out something from the black hole of memory.

Su Xianran, why are you so familiar?

He huddled up on the bed, and the hazy memory was going to drive him crazy. No matter how he tried to remember, he couldn't think of anything to do, and even the original memories felt distant and erratic.

Only a strong sense of deceit remains...

"Master, where are you?"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded in the contract formation, Ye Wuchen suddenly came back to his senses, and it took him a long time to remember whose voice it was.

He was a little uncertain, "Mo Yun?"

There was silence.

Ye Wuchen pinched the mountain root, shook his head, trying to forget Su Xianran first, he rubbed his aching head, and shouted again, trying to test whether it was his hallucination just now.

"Master..." There was another voice from the contract formation, extremely aggrieved.

Ye Wuchen probably guessed something, he coughed lightly, "Don't cry, just wipe away your tears."

"How do you know I'm... I'm not crying."

Ye Wuchen: "Okay, I didn't cry, let's wipe away the tears first—have you wiped them clean?"

"Clean it up... Master, are you looking at me?"

"No, I guessed."

Ye Wuchen thought, the child must have returned to Zhiqing Peak and found Master Ye's body... Although he didn't know whether he was dead or not, he probably had a different soul, such as the original owner's.

When he thought of this, his head throbbed again. He frowned and asked directly, "Mo Yun, am I dead?"

If the original owner came back, Mo Yun had better return to the Demon Realm as soon as possible.

Then he heard a trembling voice coming from the contract formation.

"Master is not dead, Master is not allowed to die!"

In Mo Yun's piles of memories, the scene of Ye Wuchen dying in front of him can always emerge, and Ye Wuchen's words really touched his bad luck.

Ye Wuchen opened his mouth, "...then am I dead or not?"

"Not dead." Mo Yun wiped his face, and there was still water in his dark eyes. He looked down at the dying man on the ground, and said, "I arrested him, Master, where are you?"

"I'm here..." Ye Wuchen looked around, thinking about how to tell Mo Yun that he might not be able to go back, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only skip it, and said: "Go back to the Demon Realm first, stay in the fairy sword The door is not secure."

Since Immortal Master Ye is not dead, then the one staying in his body should be the original owner... Wait a minute, who did Mo Yun just say he caught?

Ye Wuchen smacked his tongue, the protagonist caught the original owner, is this about to start the imprisoned plot of the Demon Realm?

"Master, can you take me there?" Mo Yun noticed his hesitation and asked this sentence.

Ye Wuchen said that there was nothing he could do. The contract formation had a teleportation function, but this function required energy to be activated. He was a mortal now and could not activate it. Moreover, he hadn't figured out the current situation, let alone let Mo Yun come over.

Mo Yun listened to his words, squinted his eyes, and stared dangerously at the unconscious man on the ground, "Master has become a mortal?"

"Probably yes, don't look for me anymore, my...maybe, I won't come back, maybe..."

Ye Wuchen bit the bullet and finished saying this, ready to comfort the young man, but when he heard Mo Yun chuckle, his voice was a little domineering and strangely gentle.

"Master, don't worry, I will find you, no matter where you are."

Probably because of the contract formation, Ye Wuchen heard the voice as if it came from a crack in time and space, so ethereal that people couldn't catch it, and it was hot like burning iron.

Ye Wuchen was startled and trembled unconsciously. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of what he wanted to say. In the end, he still said: "If you can't find it, let it go."

He is just an outsider, there is no need for Mo Yun to spend too much time.

There were many hidden guards hidden in the quiet room, and their eyes were all focused on the young man on the bed. The young man was sitting by the bed, frowning in thought.

This body is called Su Xianran. Although I am very familiar with it, I can't remember who it is. It is a mortal who has lived for hundreds of years. There are a group of hidden guards watching him, and there is another person who takes him to cut his flesh and bloodlet him and give him medicine. woman.

He thought about the few words the woman had said to him, looked at the unhealed wound on his hand, sat on the bed and waited.

The medicine has to be taken regularly, and the woman will probably come over later.

Sure enough, after waiting for a long time, the door was opened again, Ye Wuchen looked up and saw the person coming, he was stunned.

A thin man was sitting in a four-wheeled cart and was pushed in by a woman. His face was pale, but his eyebrows were delicate. He was dressed in light crimson robes like a fairy, and the smile on his lips was more affectionate than Xizi.

He was pushed in front of Ye Wuchen, and Ye Wuchen jumped off the bed and looked at him at the same level - it was only at this moment that he realized how short he was.

The man exuded a faint medicinal fragrance, his exposed fingers were slender and pale, and he touched the blanket covering his legs again and again. He stared at Ye Wuchen who jumped out of the bed, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled again. smile.

"Su Xianran, since you've even forgotten your own name, you won't forget me too, will you?"

Ye Wuchen's reaction was half a beat slow, and it took him a while to realize that Su Xianran was calling him. He didn't speak, and looked at the man's face fixedly.

Of course I forgot.

So I can only play dumb.

Suddenly, a hand pinched his face fiercely and pulled him down. Ye Wuchen was a little unsteady, so he could only grab the handrails on both sides of the four-wheeled vehicle first.

The man smiled, and squeezed his face harder, "Su Xianran, talk."

Ye Wuchen met his bloodthirsty red eyes, sighed, and said resignedly: "Forgot."

The man stopped, let go of his face suddenly, caught his pulse, a black air flowed along his meridians, traveled to the heart and lungs, and tingled into his head.

The man's eyebrows were almost wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and it took him a long time to let go of Ye Wuchen's hand. He stared at Ye Wuchen, feeling terrified when he looked at Ye Wuchen.

I don't know if it will be burned if it is found here.

"You forgot, Su Xianran, I haven't seen you for decades, and you really forgot about me." He pushed Ye Wuchen away, raised his head and said to the woman: "You are wrong, he was not taken away...nobody Will take this trash's body...he just forgot..."

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Ye Wuchen again, puzzled: "Su Xianran, how could you forget me? How could you forget me!"

His emotions were a little out of control. Seeing that he hadn't discovered his identity, Ye Wuchen felt like he was still alive after a catastrophe, but at this moment, his eyes were wide open, his whole body was wrapped in black energy, and he didn't look like an immortal at all just now.

It's really scary.

"Young master." The woman called out softly, "He was locked up in the firewood room after he escaped and was caught last time. The wounds on his body will be dealt with in the future... probably because of a mistake at that time."

The man stopped, looked at Ye Wuchen in disbelief, and said without any logic: "Are you blaming me?"

Ye Wuchen lowered his head, thinking about the current situation.

Seeing that he was silent, the man suddenly raised his hand to grab his wrist that had not healed the wound, the veins on his forehead popped out, and the sound he made was like the roar of a beast.

"Su Xianran, please remember! I am Song Zhiyi, the one you destroyed with your own hands!"

"Song... Zhiyi?"

Song Zhiyi, one of the three generals in the devil world?

Ye Wuchen didn't care about the bloody wrist that was pinched, just repeated the name, and then looked around, "This is the demon world...?"

Song Zhiyi's voice suddenly became gloomy, "Why, I even forgot where I am, Su Xianran, are you being locked up?"

Ye Wuchen smacked his lips, and ten thousand grass and mud horses roared past in his heart.

Has he gone to the Devil Realm? !