But Ben Shoufu never expected that the blood flowed a whole teacup, but the hatred was not led out.

That's when I realized something was wrong.

Wrap the wound again, put down the curtains around him, take out the silver needle he carried with him, seal his soul, and then use the old method to take the blood from his fingertips to draw out the hatred from the center of his eyebrows.

But there is still no movement of hate.

A speculation that shocked me a little came about like this: Wan Qishu didn't have any hatred for Xing Ran at all, or rather, he didn't hate Fang Baixue because of Fang Baixue's death at all, as Xing Ran said.

Thinking of this, I was suddenly a little afraid. Fortunately, this Shoufu first came to Wan Qishu to find out, if he directly took the immortal cong in her body and brought it over and put it in Wan Qishu's body, then Xing Ran was afraid that he would not know that Wan Qishu had never hated her when he died.

But this is still speculation after all, what if the hatred is hidden in the depths? What if my not-so-skilled method of taking hatred from the air fails? Afraid that I would guess wrong, I decided to sacrifice my soul to find out what was going on inside him.

Since I became a kind of hater, I have never seen such a person as Wan Qishu.

His soul is clean and pure, like the snow that falls leisurely on a cold night in the depths of winter, lonely, cold, pure, and dusty. There is no cloud of thoughts wandering around like Tao Wanwan's body, nor does it have a strong and indelible hatred in Wei Tian's body. In Wan Qishu's body, there is no hatred from anyone, and he has no hatred for anyone.

An official who grew up on death row from the Ministry of Punishment, a son who has been familiar with the laws of Dongqi since he was a child and mastered the ten tortures, he has so much blood on his hands, he has said so many piercing words, he has witnessed the deepest and most intuitive ferocious crimes of Dongqi Kingdom, and has also experienced the most miserable and helpless loneliness in this world.

But he never kept these things in his heart, and he didn't even let the dark haze and vast ashes fall into his soul for even a moment.

I suddenly envied him.

Is this the legendary "in the flowers, not a single leaf touches", he has never taken these to heart, he is calm and indifferent from the inside out.

I couldn't help but think that if I had the chance to live again, then I would also like to be a person like Wan Qishu, who witnessed thousands of times of love and hatred, but still be able to pull it out and not let any distracting thoughts disturb me.

Although this scene was so novel that I couldn't bear to leave, in just a few days, I had sacrificed my soul twice in a row, and my energy was so exhausted that I was afraid that I would not be able to get out of it again after staying in someone else's body for too long, so I turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a cold light passed through my earlobe, and even though I couldn't feel the pain, I looked down in a trance, only to find some fragments spilling from under my ears, like ice and blood.

"Lord Qin, you are really a good cultivator." It was the owner of this body who spoke.

I was horrified as I watched as the images in his body receded and finally gathered on the sleeping soul, and his spirit slowly stood up with his arms propped up, and even walked in front of me, only one step away from me.

"I'm sorry," I tried to control my soul, and first apologized in a low voice to tell him not to be impulsive, "you don't go any further, if our souls are entangled in one place, it will be troublesome." ”

"I've asked you several times what exactly you want to do today." He said coldly, but he listened to my words and did not continue to move forward.

"Can you let me go out and talk to Lord Wan Qi in detail?"

When he heard this, he laughed: "After you go out, it's going to be a thing of the east and west, pulling around, playing around?" ”

After saying this, he moved a little closer to me, raised his finger, gently brushed my left shoulder, picked up the earlobe fragments that fell on it for a few minutes, and sighed softly: "Sure enough, it is still in my body, my spirit has the upper hand, Lord Qin is not my opponent now." If I break you to pieces, the body outside you will be a corpse in a short time. ”

He was right.

Moreover, the hidden message of his words also made one thing clear to me.

"Lord Wan Qi, you really hate people, right? And it's a high-ranking hate magician? ”

That's why I know so much about the soul; That's why the silver needle didn't seal you.

He readily admitted: "My father has made me like this since I was born. The hatred of the ancestors of the immortal sect has been passed down to this day, and it is impossible to have only one share in the southern country, and we have it in the east. ”

"So you're ...... too"

"yes."

Because his fingertips touched the fragments of my soul, a few wisps of soul became entangled with mine, and the soul recognized the location of the broken earlobe, and suddenly made up for it; I looked down at his fingers again, and saw that my broken souls were all in place of his fingertips.

"I have to get out quickly, otherwise neither of you nor I will survive," I was afraid that he wouldn't believe me, so I quickly added a few more words, "You also see that the souls of you and me are exchanging and merging, and it's not just that you kill me, and I'm powerless to fight back." ”

He seemed to have noticed the problem as well, so he put his soul back in place and made room for me to get out of it.

The spirit possessed the body, and there was a sharp pain in the earlobe. There was a sweet smell in my throat, and I pulled out my handkerchief and vomited a mouthful of blood.

He also woke up, raised his hand and removed the silver needle used to seal the soul on his body, and then placed them on the table one by one, looking at me like a play.

I pinched my earlobe, embarrassed to accuse him, because it was the one who entered him without saying hello that caused such confusion.

I touched the tea and poured it slowly, then looked at him and said the speculation in my heart: "It is because of the fate of Wan Qi that he will not live to be twenty-five years old, so Ling Zun turned you into a ...... Hate people? ”

He looked at me leisurely, and then opened his mouth slowly: "That's right, but as far as I know, the Qin clan in the southern country doesn't have such a fate, why does Ling Zun also let Lord Qin become like this, no one is a ghost, and finally becomes a puppet." ”

I didn't answer him because I didn't know why my father and aunt would choose to make me look like this. Thinking that his soul was clean and pure, without the slightest hint of hatred, I couldn't help but ask again: "Has Lord Wan Qi never used the Kind of Hate Technique, nor has he used it to gain the life of others?" ”

He nodded and said, "Lord Qin is indeed very smart. ”

"Isn't the reason why Ling Zun is doing this just to let you use magic so that you can live a long life? But you ......"

Wan Qishu's eyes showed some helplessness: "That's what he thinks, not what I think, this thing is just a life for life, and if you break the vow once, there is no possibility of stopping," Speaking of this, he raised his eyes and glanced at me again, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked upward, "Lord Qin should know best whether hatred can make mortals live forever and whether it can make the country last forever." ”

Although he knew that there was sarcasm in his words, Honshosuke was not angry at all, but smiled: "In this world, there are many people who indulge in this technique and pursue this technique, but there are very few people who know that this technique is not shallow. Lord Wan Qi is really amazing, you should have understood the disadvantages of this technique since you were young, so you can be alone and not let the magic eat you half a point. ”

He lifted the fingertips that stained my soul, as if he felt pain, so he pinched it gently, and said calmly and calmly something that made my heart tremble: "Lord Qin, in the dead of night, have you ever thought that this talent that you and I have had since childhood is actually an extremely strange and cruel evil technique. ”

My eyebrows jumped.

He took out the lychees on the plate one by one and arranged them into a formation of the Seven Kingdoms: "It is rumored that the First Emperor once sent someone to find the method of immortality with the intention of dominating the throne, but only one person found this technique, which is called hatred." Fifteen hundred years later, Qin Li, the national teacher of the southern country, used this method to deal with the northern imperial army, and held the territory with one as ten. But in just a few years, the Jin Kingdom invaded the capital gate of the Southern Kingdom, and overnight, the Southern Kingdom was destroyed, and all the royal relatives were martyred, and the people of the Southern Kingdom have been displaced since then.

"The Jin Kingdom was extremely strong for a while, turning a huge southern country into its own state capital, singing songs at night on Lanyue Lake, and the old people of the southern country sold themselves to survive. If Wei Tian lets go of his grudges and doesn't fall into this technique, even if he is depressed in this life, it is better than sleeping in an ice cave. But he refused, so he had to find a Dongli branch and let you try your best to plant hatred for him. It was from him that Jinguo's qi began to be lost. As for Gao Shu, Li Jingtang and others, but ants and insects, sooner or later they will die, die of hatred or something else, they are all the same ending, regardless of it for the time being.

"By the way, there are two more people, Chong'an Wang Wei Qi and the current Jin Emperor Cheng Yu. How the two of them are, Lord Qin should know better than me. Although His Royal Highness King Chong'an has repented, what he has lost has been lost forever, and those who can't come back have all turned into white bones in the Xixi realm. As for Cheng Yu, since Lord Qin just sat down, I said that the Jin Kingdom has exhausted its qi, and it is because your emperor is still delayed in this technique, and he doesn't know when he will turn back. ”

In this way, he softly pointed out to me what had happened over the years, in order to confirm the definition of "evil magic".

"Can this magic really make a precarious dynasty stand for generations?" He suddenly felt ridiculous, so much so that he laughed out loud, his eyes were as cold as Shen Xing passing through the clouds in the middle of the night, "The history books have been turned back for thousands of years, and Qin II is dead." So, the magician back then, did he find a kind of hatred, or end, hate, and lose? ”

This is too melancholy.

I've never been so awake today, and I regret why I didn't wake up sooner.

Wan Qishu completely saw through my thoughts: "Lord Qin regrets it very much, but there is one person who should regret it even more than you." ”

"Who?"

He smiled, pinched a lychee that had never been drugged, slowly peeled it off and filled it into his mouth: "The one who saved you back then and pushed you into the abyss." Your husband, His Royal Highness King Chong'an. ”

I was a little scared in hindsight: "You know all this. ”

"No," he shook his head slightly, "I don't know, Xing Ran is looking for you, what's the matter." Please also tell me that this is very important to me. ”