Contract Spirit Beast Cultivation Manual

Shi Wanfeng's voice seemed to be very effective, and they were soon moved to a spacious and bright room.

There is bitter sandalwood at the entrance, and the small incense burners are placed in the four corners very differently, and a wisp of green smoke slowly rises.

Several assassins who had been tossed for half their lives were also dragged over and locked on the wall. They seemed to be more awake and moaned in a low voice.

"Sir, this prisoner has passed through the salt water and is now awake, but the smell of blood is really hard to get rid of. I hope you will forgive me."

"Well, don't worry about it, let's go down."

"Yes."

The jailer took the order to retreat, and the heavy door slowly closed.

Chi Muyun turned around and looked at the assassins hanging on the wall.The four people were naked, with countless wounds overlapping each other, and the flesh and bones in every part of the body were slowly rotting away.

All four of them closed their eyes and lowered their heads, as if they were waiting for redemption, waiting for death.

Chi Muyun paced slowly and stood in front of one of them.Grabbing his jaw forced him to look up.

The pair of muddy eyes covered by the messy hair were suddenly revealed, and there was still a bright light shining inside.

He felt the danger of the person in front of him, like a deadly poisonous snake, and his cold fingertips made him feel a chill more terrifying than a dungeon.He tried his best to break free, but his body had no strength left, so he could only be firmly imprisoned in his hands.

"Tell me, who ordered you to come? How many of your people are there in Fusang City? Huh?"

He closed his eyes in despair, unwilling to look at Chi Muyun's face again, and unwilling to answer any questions.

Unexpectedly, the beauty in front of her didn't seem to be bothered by this problem, and she didn't torture her anymore, she just slowly withdrew her hand, leaving the fragrance in her sleeves, took out a silk scarf to wipe the blood on her hand, and then threw it on the In the fiery red charcoal basin, a cluster of flames was added.

"Well, maybe you don't want to talk about this, let's talk about something else, like, can you tell me your name? Maybe I'm the last person you know in this world, huh?"

"Uh uh..."

The man uttered an indistinct syllable, whether it was a groan or a response.

"Then I'll take it as you agreed, come and tell me, your name is just a name."

He hesitated for a moment, and hesitantly made two sounds:

"Snow between the mountains."

"Lingjianxue? It sounds a bit like a girl's name."

He snorted with some disdain, lowered his head and stopped looking at Chi Muyun.

Chi Muyun was not annoyed, and slowly circled in front of him, waiting for him to raise his head again when he couldn't bear it, before speaking unhurriedly:

"Lingjianxue, let me take a guess. You are from the palace, an orphan, and a dead soldier trained to perform tasks. You don't remember your past clearly, and you often forget about yourself. Who is it, right?"

The scarred man stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes.Shi Wanfeng who was on the side also looked over in surprise, and Chi Muyun made a gesture to tell this troublemaker to shut up.

"Maybe you want to recall things from the past? For example, where are you from, your hometown, family, friends, those things you don't remember ever having, are you curious?"

"You, you know?"

"Of course I don't know, but I can let you see your past, but at the cost of your life."

"You, what are you going to do?"

Chi Muyun took out a small piece of red incense stick from his sleeve, and said to him:

"This is the soul-returning incense. At the moment you die, keep your soul for a stick of incense, so that you can remember what you have seen in your life and return to the place where you were born. After a stick of incense, you Then your soul will fly away, and you will no longer be trapped in this world."

"You, why are you doing this?"

"To prove my guess."

Ling Jianxue looked at the small piece of incense in Chi Muyun's hand with complicated eyes, her throat moved up and down, unable to make a decision.

"You'd better think about it quickly. After all, I think there will be others who are also interested in my past, but this is the only incense stick."

The man visibly tensed up, his body moved anxiously, and strands of blood flowed from the torn wound.

"Have you considered it?"

"I, I want to see first, my past first..."

"Of course you can. However, I also want to remind you that the soul-returning incense is only useful for people who are dying. Even if you remember all the past, after a stick of incense, everything will disappear."

"Anyway, if it falls into your hands, it will be a pity if you die sooner or later."

"Well."

After Chi Muyun finished speaking, he pulled out Shi Wanfeng's saber, and pierced his chest with a sword, watching his blood spatter, he twitched a few times and died.

He twisted the small incense head, lit it in the charcoal fire beside him, and watched the wispy smoke spread out.The slender and white fingers carefully pinched the small incense stick and placed it under his nose. The man who had lost his breath suddenly seemed to have breath again and sucked in wisps of green smoke.

Everyone in the room was in a trance in this illusory smoke, as if their gazes followed the man's soul back to the past.

The man was born in a remote mountain village, which is too remote, sandwiched between two towering mountains, hidden in the lush forest, this ordinary small mountain village, when the man was 13 years old, welcomed it A most extraordinary day.

On a winter morning, a group of masked men in gray broke into a small mountain village. The small thatched cottages that everyone lived on were burned to the ground. The panicked crowd fell one by one in a pool of blood. The panicked child was arrested and taken away, and drove into the high palace wall with the bumping carriage.

They were locked in a dark and narrow cellar, and fear and panic occupied everyone's nerves.A strange voice sounded above his head:

"Is this the last batch of this year?"

"Yes, eight in total."

"Why are there fewer and fewer?"

"Here, there are fewer and fewer suitable villages. Because of what happened last time, many people have been watching us vaguely, so we can only act in a low-key manner."

"Hmph, those old guys know how to talk about benevolence and morality, benevolence and morality, can they keep the throne? A group of sour literati, I feel annoyed. We are running out of time, we must speed up the progress."

"Yes. My lord, what's the name of this batch?"

"Since it was sent from the foot of Xuefu Mountain in Lingbei, let's follow the old rules and use the name of the place."

"Yes."

"Among the eight, I don't know if I can survive one..."

The young Ling Jianyuki and seven other people were locked in a crowded cellar for a whole month without light or even someone to watch over them. If it wasn't for the food being thrown from above every day, he even felt that they had been forgotten in the cellar. here.

He just felt that living here became more and more dull, and his memory became more and more blurred. When he saw the light again, he couldn't remember anything, and he had completely turned into a blank sheet of paper.

The people who came to pick them up told them that they were orphans who had been abandoned, and the owner here adopted them, so they had to do this and that.

Nobody has a choice.