Chapter Seventy-One

"And what does your face look like?" My voice was so low that I couldn't even hear myself.

For the first time, I hope that my questions will not be dealt with and will not be answered.

"Hahaha! You guys seem curious about what I really look like. Well, I'll show you now! Keep your eyes open and watch! ”

Abandonment actually tore off his original face with his hands. I gasped as I looked at the original appearance.

That can't be called a face at all. With no facial features, no skin, as if it had been repeatedly eroded from the inside out by the most corrosive liquid, and as if it had been repeatedly consumed by fire, I seemed to hear the screams of that face that were constantly worse than death. Along with that face was a pungent smell. I choked on tears and burst into tears.

"That's the face of the abandonment." The unrecognizable face seemed to show a smile.

"What the hell is going on?" I could feel Qi Yan's breathing getting heavier, and he was trying to keep his tone steady.

"Equivalent exchange, this is the rule of the spirit world. Whoever wants to get it, he must lose it. ”

"What did you change?"

"Strength! Supreme power! I was so bent on asking for strength that I thought of exchange. Trade my face for invincible strength. It's just that I didn't expect this power to be so limited, and it doesn't allow me to dominate the spirit world. It's not fair! It's not fair all the time! Obviously I am more talented, why was it not me who was chosen! Obviously, I worked harder and more sincerely, why wasn't that seat mine! I love my brothers so much, why should I have to kill them! Tell me, why! The voice was almost hysterical, bursting out of that terrifying face, almost shattering it.

My stomach was churning, and the smell of blood was rising in my throat.

I've been in the spirit realm for the first time in so long, and I'm mad to get out of here, out of this horrible place. I miss that dumb teddy bear, I miss that little supermarket, and I even miss the sound of the horn outside the window. I want to get out of here, I've had enough. I'm getting out of here!

I turned around and ran somewhere else, directionless, purposeless, as if everywhere I ran. There is simply no way out.

"Yishi, calm down. Don't be afraid, I'm here. Qi Yan hugged me from behind me and whispered.

"I'm getting out of here! I'm getting out of here! Everybody here is crazy! I want to go back! Please, Qi Yan, let me go back! We get out of here, there's really no way for me to stay here anymore, I beg you......"

I knew I shouldn't have said that, my words would only make Qi Yan sad and meaningless. But at this moment, I don't have any rationality, I don't want to be calm, I just want to release myself to the fullest.

It is like a person who swims in the boundless ocean, swimming to exhaustion, unable to see the way forward or going back, just floating there in despair, not knowing when he will sink with exhaustion.

"Just like that, you can't stand it anymore? Can you imagine how I've survived all these years!? Can you imagine!? I looked at my miserable face every morning, slowly put on a mask, and hid my truest and ugliest self behind the mask. I'm not myself anymore, I don't even know who I am......" He looked weak, but this weakness made me not feel empathy, but a kind of disgust.

"Hurry up and tell us how to get out of this hellish place!"

Qi Yan's eyes were full of anger, and there was an extra sword in his hand, he quickly raised his hand, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the face of Abandonment. As long as you go one more inch, you will die under this sword.

"You want to know? But you also know the rules of the spirit world, equivalent exchange. If you want to get, you must first give. ”

Abandonment didn't dodge, but just gently pulled away the sword in Qi Yan's hand.

Although Qi Yan held a sword, he did not have the slightest killing intent, and he abandoned it as unarmed, but it was sharper and more dangerous than any weapon. The reason for abandonment knows better than anyone else, Qi Yan can't do it.

"What are you going to exchange for?" He clenched his sword.

"Well...... You've got a pretty good face. ”

"I tell you, it can't be!" Before Qi Yan could say anything, I took the first step, "You don't want to move a single hair of Qi Yan." ”

The yellow sand was rising, and the demon wind was raging, as if abandoning the wild laughter: "Why are you so nervous?" What is the use of a face for me! I left you because you could give me the strength I craved. ”

Abandonment turned to me, his tone full of greed and longing.

A chill swept through my body, and his purpose was the power of my children of darkness. I remember An Yin once said that to gain the power of a spiritual object means to destroy that spiritual object.

Therefore, the next person to be killed is me.

Or rather, his goal has always been me, and everything is just a preparatory activity.

I unconsciously turned my head to look at Qi Yan, Qi Yan, what should we do, how do we get out of here. Although the strength of renunciation is not as strong as that of the Lord, it is also far above me and Qi Yan. But if you unleash the power of the Children of Darkness...... Am I going to kill him? Continue to water that blood flower with his blood. No, I can't use the power of the Children of Darkness until I have to. This is the last option.

Qi Yan didn't look at me, but jumped up and confronted the abandonment.

The sword light flickered, and Qi Yan's movements were so fast that I was dazzled, as if he had made a grand and agile painting between heaven and earth with his sword. The distant sky, the silent mountains, and the gurgling water appeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but indulge in the joy of the moment. In an instant, the picture suddenly changed, a huge grassland spread out, the wind blew the grass low, and thousands of horses galloped past, the sound was deafening, and they rushed straight towards the abandonment, with a momentum like a rainbow.

It's painting, and Qi Yan's spiritual power is really inextricably linked to painting. The sword, clear and bright, was only used as a paintbrush, and it was not stained with the slightest stain of blood.

Abandonment paused in astonishment, then drew his bow, flaming arrows roaring as if they were about to devour the entire grassland. The horses continued to gallop through the fire, and they stepped on the flames, their eyes fierce, as if they were about to turn into a more vigorous fire and suppress the fire.

Qi Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a bright flame in his eyes. Raising his sword, chanting words, surrounded by flames, his eyes followed the thousands of horses that came one after another, forming a sea, a wall, which would be abandoned and impenetrable.