It really annoyed Bai Zhihe, and he threw a soul suppression spell over, and he couldn't even move.

Even if he was thrown directly into the stove on the spot, he would not be able to resist.

After all, he was born in chaos and evil spirits. These charms were naturally effective for him who followed Bai Zhi and guarded Yin and Yang back then.

So I can only think about it.

Even if I covet it all the time in my heart, I don't dare to do anything, let alone move my hands and feet.

Later, the anger became heavier, and sometimes the memory was confused, I didn't know what I did, and I still can't remember it.

Those disgusting memories, it's better not to keep them at all.

But this is not possible.

……

At night, Hua Yin had a dream about a long time ago.

In the dream, he was the appearance of a thousand years ago, wearing a red robe with maple and wide sleeves, and Bai Zhi passed by him in the corridor.

Just as he raised his hand to grab the man's shoulder, his heart ached so hard that he couldn't breathe, like being held in the palm of a giant hand and embedded in the flesh of his heart with his nails. It's like being torn apart by a thousand long needles that have broken the diaphragm in the heart, and the blood vessels have been picked up one by one, and the pain is unbearable.

He fell to his knees, fine beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, covering his heart tightly, his face so pale that there was no blood.

For just a moment, I felt the pain to the bone.

He persistently dragged his weak body, chasing Bai Zhi and the fluttering clothes through the corridor, running with all his strength and unable to catch up with the man's footsteps, but the man disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the corner of the cloister, the endless cloister twists and transforms into a different scene.

It was his eternal nightmare.

In front of me is an old black iron door, the door is half-hidden and unlocked, leaving small gaps, and when the wind blows, it makes a hoarse moan of "squeak", which is eerie and makes people feel numb in the scalp.

Shu Qingyuan felt his soul tremble, his whole body was numb, and the crazy agitation in his blood made it difficult for him to breathe.

This is exactly where those people held him back then—the water prison of the Witch Gu Clan.

He followed a Gu man inside, and a shocking look appeared in front of him.

In the water dungeon, which was so dim that it was almost impossible to see the road, there was a disgusting thing that was neither human nor ghostly, and it was covered with disgusting and wriggling worms. If you look closely at that face, you will see that it is the face of a handsome young man.

Immersed in the turbid ice water, the cold young man shivered, his face was pale and purple, and his eyes were closed.

The red robe on his body had long been soaked and rotted, and the fine black worms had burrowed into the veins on the back of his hands, and then out of his ears, which was disgusting and horrific. But the boy seemed to be dead, and there was no reaction.

Because...... Get used to it.

It can be clearly seen that the position of the young man's heart is staggered, the skin and flesh are turned outward, almost revealing the beating heart, and a stream of blood is leached out from time to time, and it is immediately eaten by countless fine black line red Gu worms attached to these knife marks, and it is still wriggling......

It even crawled into the flesh and pulled out a few tiny filaments of blue and purple.

The boy's limbs were chained to the countless iron rods that connected the water prison, and the chains were sealed with rotten charms, and he couldn't move.

You can even smell a pungent rancid stench, intertwined with the smell of blood.

Su Qingyuan's cold teeth grinded against each other, and there seemed to be a needle in his heart, picking out the previously stitched threads from the sticky flesh and blood little by little.

Hurt...... It hurts.

It hurt so much that Su Qingyuan lay on the ground and couldn't stand up.

"Master, I hurt ...... so much."

Shu Qingyuan remembered that this was imprisoned by the Wu Gu Clan...... The second year of refining jade with painstaking blood.