After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Wu Nong put on a shawl for Qi Ling, carried him to the Soul Pagoda late at night with Yujian in his arms.

Qi Ling didn't dare to look down, so Chao Wu Nong pressed closer.The wind whizzed past his ears, making the ears of both of them red, Qi Ling asked him: "I haven't recovered from my injury, so you brought me out this time?"

"..." Wu Nong looked down and said, "If I don't let you go, will you just let it go?"

Qi Ling: "No."

The strangeness coming from the Soul Tower was so strange that he felt that it was not a call at all, but something was tempting him... It made him strongly want to take a look.

Qi Ling still felt that Wu Nong was abnormal today, so he casually said something unintentional, not knowing whether he was asking himself or Wu Nong: "Would you be like this before?"

And Wu Nong thought he was asking him, when he heard this, the sword under his feet suddenly tilted, but the hand holding Qi Ling was still very firm.

Qi Ling looked up: "?"

Wu Nong naturally knows that the "before" in his mouth refers to the time since they met in Qianhe Mountain, but when he heard Qi Ling ask this question, he still couldn't help but think of the time before in the Demon Realm.

Wu Nong cleared his throat with a cough, and said, "What was I like...?"

Qi Ling: "You lost your memory too?"

Wu Nong: "..."

I just want to ask what kind of person Fan Ji, the Demon Lord after becoming Wu Nong, is like in the eyes of the amnesiac High Priest.

Wu Nong didn't expect to get Qi Ling's answer. In his heart, he always thought that Qi Ling would definitely treat him as a broken sleeve now, and was wary of him, even afraid that he would hurt him one day.

"The old you..."

Wu Nong was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses.

He didn't expect Qi Ling to take this sentence seriously, and actually seriously recalled his impression of him, "It's not much different from now, but there is a little difference."

Wu Nong: "What's the difference?"

Qi Ling closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then teased with a smile: "I like me more than before."

Wu Nong coughed, and opened the corner of his mouth: "...If you say anything else, I will throw you down."

There is an enchantment outside the Soul Tower, and ordinary people cannot easily enter it. Wu Nong stopped above the Soul Tower, paused for a long time, and frowned: "Someone broke into the Soul Tower."

Qi Ling: "That's really a coincidence. But...how did you see it?"

Obviously everything looks normal.

Wu Nong laughed, but didn't answer Qi Ling's question, Yu Jian went down, "Just let that person take the blame."

Qi Ling: "..."

That's not what he meant.

After Qi Ling landed on the ground, he looked around first, and said strangely: "The Soul Pagoda is such an important place, and there is no guard outside?"

Wu Nong: "No one will trespass on the Soul Tower."

Qi Ling felt that these words were strange, weren't they the ones who trespassed on the Soul Pagoda?

He said: "Then how do we get in? If we force our way in, we will definitely disturb the head and those elders."

Wu Nong was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Take out the Xuanji fan and have a look."

Qi Ling was puzzled, but he took it out anyway, only to see here, the red light on the mysterious fan was stronger than before, "What's the use of this?"

Wu Nong: "There is a resonance between the artifacts. If the Liuli bow summons a mysterious fan to come here, then as long as the Liuli bow feels it, it will naturally break the enchantment from the inside."

Qi Ling half-believed, and did as Wu Nong said, and sure enough, only at the moment when the Xuanji Fan touched the edge of the barrier, he opened a small opening from there, just enough to allow a person to pass through.

Qi Ling couldn't help but wonder, would an ordinary external cultivator of the Linyang School really know so much...

Wu Nong has already gone in, looking back at him: "Come in quickly, do you like to stand outside and blow the cold wind?"

Qi Ling put away the Xuanji Fan and hurried in, the barrier closed again without being triggered at all.

Qi Ling couldn't help sighing: "It's too easy to enter this Soul Pagoda."

Wu Nong glanced at him, and said, "How much trouble do you want? Do you want the kind of people who go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire? Then you can hang on to me with the reason that you don't have spiritual power."

Qi Ling stared at him with wide eyes, unbelievable, "...What are you thinking about. Is it possible that this disorder of thinking has been infected by me?"

Wu Nong chuckled lightly, but said nothing.

The two of them entered the first floor of the Soul Tower. It was so dark inside that they couldn't see anything. Wu Nong pointed his fingers, and suddenly a ball of fire lit up around them, and gradually lit up one by one, illuminating the entire first floor.

Qi Ling couldn't help asking him: "Have you been here before?"

Wu Nong shook his head.

Qi Ling narrowed his eyes, looking in disbelief.

How do you know there's a fire here if you haven't been here?

Wu Nong coughed a few times and said, "How do you feel now, where is calling you?"

Speaking of which, since Qi Ling entered this soul tower, the original power to call him has weakened a lot, only the mystery fan is getting brighter and brighter.

Wu Nong: "...then follow Xuanji Fan."

Qi Ling nodded.The two walked around on the first floor for a long time, but the Xuanji fan didn't seem very stable, it was brighter for a while, and weaker for a while.

Wu Nong sighed and said, "Go up and have a look."

Qi Ling: "...um."

They walked several floors in the Soul Pagoda, but they didn't meet anything, Qi Ling became even more frightened, and he stretched out his hand to grab Wu Nong's clothes.

"What's wrong?" Wu Nong asked while walking.

Qi Ling whispered: "Didn't you say that there are... there are many ghosts here? It's so quiet, will they jump out suddenly?"

Wu Nong was silent for a moment, with a complicated expression: "Why are you so afraid of ghosts?"

Qi Ling: "...I don't know, I'm just afraid. I don't remember the reason, maybe it's innate."

Wu Nong gritted his teeth and said, "You will not be born."

"?" Qi Ling said, "How do you know?"

"..." Wu Nong's expression darkened, and even though he was walking forward, he even quickened his pace.

Qi Ling: What's wrong?

Walking to the new floor, before Wu Nong lit the fire, he suddenly said, "I just know, you don't need to ask me why."

Qi Ling was stunned, he didn't understand much, but now he wanted Wu Nong to light the fire even more, since it was so dark that he couldn't see the surroundings clearly, he was really afraid that some ghosts and ghosts would come out suddenly.

Qi Ling: "Can you light the fire first..."

"can."

Afterwards, the surroundings lit up, and Qi Ling's heart just relaxed for a moment before he realized something was wrong.

——The voice just now was not Wu Nong.

He looked down again, and the hem of the clothes he was clutching in his hand had already turned into a piece of cloth.

Qi Ling suddenly became frightened, his Adam's apple moved up and down, not knowing whether his foot should move forward or backward.

There are many old items around, including cabinets, wooden tables, and various vases and other decorations that are covered with dust and have lost their luster.

It looks like a layer of sundries.

But the sundries that can be placed in the soul tower are by no means so simple.

A layer of cold sweat covered Qi Ling's back, and he tried to call out: "Wu Nong."

No suspense, no one answered.

Qi Ling didn't believe that people could really disappear, so he yelled again.

This time someone answered, but it was not Wu Nong's voice, which seemed ethereal in the huge tower: "What's wrong?"

These words were still imitating Wu Nong's tone, Qi Ling only felt a chill crawling up his body.

...is it a ghost...

For some reason, he moved under the powerful fear and ran to one side, but the voice seemed to come from all directions, "What's wrong? Tell me..."

Qi Ling ran here for a long time, but he was able to return to the same place in the end. He tried his best not to look frightened, and asked, "Are you... ghosts?"

"What is a ghost?"

Hearing this question, Qi Ling thought for a moment that the thing was not a ghost, otherwise how could he not even know what a ghost is?He explained in a low voice: "It's just...the body, but it's a dead person...there are many bloodstains on the body, and it stinks...the face is scary..."

The voice was silent for a while, then slowed down and began to repeat his words: "There is a body... a dead person, with bloodstains and stench..."

Qi Ling nodded and took a few steps back.

"Except for the last bit of scariness, there is no way to judge, we seem to..."

Qi Ling held his breath.

"Du, Fu, He, ah..."

As soon as the voice fell, all the surrounding fires were extinguished.

Only one thought flashed through Qi Ling's mind - they are ghosts.

It's all ghosts.

At the same time, a strong wind started to blow around, blowing all of Qi Ling's clothes up. Qi Ling couldn't help feeling the fear in the darkness. shelf.

Fortunately, there were no decorations where he was standing, and many vases and objects fell from both sides of him, adding a bit of broken sound in the strong wind.

Qi Ling gripped the mysterious fan tightly: "..."

"We are all ghosts...why don't you come and kill us?" The ghost's cry was extraordinarily loud in the soul tower, Qi Ling bit his lower lip tightly, shaking his head non-stop.

Why is the mystery fan not on?

It was so dark that he didn't even know where the ghost was.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call someone's name.

The Xuanji Fan suddenly lit up, and Qi Ling met a face at once—it was covered in blood, and he couldn't even tell that it was a face.

Qi Ling yelled and wanted to escape, but was grabbed by the bloody man, Qi Ling flinched, "Go away!"

He raised his foot to kick the blood man, the red light on the Xuanji fan made the man even more terrifying, obviously he could move, but his whole hand was cold, and his strength was surprisingly great.

Qi Ling coughed a few times in desperation, and soon a faint blood gushed into his mouth.

Blood Human said: "It smells like a stranger."

Seeing his bloody white knuckles covering his hands, Qi Ling felt sick and frowned.

Want to escape, leave the place where there are ghosts.

"Wu Nong..." Qi Ling almost subconsciously wanted Wu Nong to protect him, the wound on his arm split open again during the pulling, but the pain was far less than the fear that the blood man brought him.

The light of the mysterious fan became brighter again, and Qi Ling also felt that there was another equally powerful wave of spiritual power in this soul tower, probably from the glazed bow.

But as soon as the light came on, Qi Ling saw more of the same blood people, they turned their heads slowly, and all walked towards Qi Ling.

Being clutched by that bloody man, he could barely break free, but so many...

Qi Ling told himself: No way.

The clothes were stained red by the blood men, Qi Ling's pupils reflected the appearance of those blood men, as if reflecting his distant memory.

He must have experienced this before, that's why he was so afraid, so afraid of ghosts.

The fingers of those bloody men attacked him, but Qi Ling couldn't move because of fear, staring blankly at those pale and bloody hands.

It wasn't until the hand was about to touch his eyes that he suddenly closed them and shouted, "Wu Nong—!"

The imaginary coldness did not arrive, replaced by the cries of ghosts, Qi Ling didn't dare to open his eyes to see what happened for a long time, he just thought in his heart: Is it Wu Nong?

After a while, Qi Ling felt the surroundings became quiet, not even the sound of footsteps, only the smell of blood filled the air.

Only then did he dare to narrow his eyes and saw many blood men lying in front of him. They had been dismantled long ago, and they were still tied with red chains, as if to prevent them from reuniting.

Wu Nong knelt down in front of Qi Ling, blocking his sight, and calmly said, "Don't look."

Qi Ling choked and was unable to speak for a while.

Wu Nong wiped off the drops of water from Qi Ling's eyes, and exhaled, "Catch up."

Qi Ling sat on the ground with his head turned away, and wiped the other eye clean by himself. He wiped it too hard, and it turned red immediately.

His voice was like a mosquito: "Don't look at me...ashamed."

Such an old man, still a monk, was scared to cry by a few little ghosts.

Seeing his trembling body, Wu Nong's eyes sank, and he stretched out his hand to break his chin suddenly.

Qi Ling looked at Wu Nong in panic.

The man sullenly, with a cold and indifferent look, said: "I, just, look."