Chapter 62: Immortal Venerable - You Are My Faith (13)
It wasn't until Shen Meng let go of his hand that Wen Muyue also repeated the repetition over and over again, as if she wanted to keep these two words in her heart.
- Ding, the male protagonist's favorability value is +5, and the current favorability value is 75.
Shen Meng listened to the voice of the favorability value in his head, and glanced at Wen Muyue with a strange face, what is wrong with this child, and he is so happy to write his name.
"You can flip through the books in this study at will." Shen Meng left the study and returned directly to his room, and then began to suffer, resurrecting Wen Muyue needs to pay a very heavy price, after all, this is an act against the sky, first of all, Shen Meng will lose his five senses, and then his body will suffer from cold for many years, and every fifteen days Shen Meng will suffer a painful torture, the kind that hurts Shen Meng wants to scold his mother.
There is another unbearable consequence...... After death, the soul is scattered directly, there is no afterlife, entering reincarnation, and the method of changing one's life against the sky is actually to exchange life for life, and no one in the cultivation world will use it at all, after all, the longer you live, the more you cherish your life.
This is okay for Shen Meng, anyway, she is not from this world, she is originally a dead person.
Simply laid out the enchantment circle around him, Shen Meng lay on the bed, his whole body was as cold as ice, the whole person was a little delirious from the cold, and he couldn't think about anything, but he just subconsciously curled his body and tried to endure this pain.
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In the study, a piece of rice paper was written by Wen Muyue, and it was full of Shen Meng's name, he put down the brush and looked at the bookshelf in front of him, there were not many books on it, but there were a lot of them, they were all placed at random, and there was no annotation of what this was.
Wen Muyue casually took out a crumpled book, guessing that Wen Muyue should have read it many times.
There is no name in this book, and the East recorded in it is very strange, all of them are some unheard of things and some cultivation methods, two of which attracted Wen Muyue's attention, one is the art of resurrecting the dead, this is a forbidden technique, half of it is torn off and incomplete, and the other is physique, about the various physiques in the cultivation realm.
Some physiques are very conducive to cultivation, thousands of miles a day, and some are born with no pulse and cannot cultivate, I don't know why, Wen Muyue was attracted by one of the bodies of punishment.
After reading a small number of the books on the shelves, Wen Muyue noticed that it was already late, and he cautiously walked to the door of the room where Shen Meng was resting, ready to confess to his master about the day.
"Knock knock...... knocked on the door, Wen Muyue stood at the door and waited for a long time, but there was no response inside.
A little disappointment flashed in Wen Muyue's eyes, and she was about to turn around and leave, when she suddenly ......
"Hmm......" There was a muffled snort in the room, as if it was a sound made because he couldn't bear some pain, and he could vaguely feel the pain that he could endure when he listened to it.
Wen Muyue didn't care too much, pushed the door open directly, turned around and entered Shen Meng's room, the tension on his face had not yet faded, and he saw the stunned scene in front of him.
"Master......" Wen Muyue spoke.
I saw that Shen Meng's originally flat white robe lying on the bed was now loose, his shoulders were half exposed, his eyes were scattered and unfocused, and his face was pale, and now the whole person was curled up, enduring his pain.
This kind of Shen Meng was something Wen Muyue had never seen before.