"At this point, you can ask her yourself, Zhang Qingyuan, you'd better be careful, this wound will make your subconscious want to hurt because of your pain, and desire has always been by your side."

Yi Xuehan said, turned around, and walked towards the octagonal tower.

I clutched my chest, my mood was difficult to calm down, I instantly understood that according to what Xuehan said, my wound will hurt, and pain is unavoidable, and even if I am calm and don't think about the wound, the pain is real.

My subconscious will kill me, this is fatal, as long as the wound hurts, my subconscious, will want to let the wound not hurt, and at this time, the desire will attack, intensify the expansion of my wound, will be more painful, now although I have successfully resisted the desire, forget the pain, but as long as I have the slightest relaxation, the wound will expand, I will even die here.

Now don't talk about going across the river, look at Yang Xiaowen's situation, as long as I move a little, my wound will hurt, but I will, I know very well, I can't continue to sit on the ground, the desire has hit, under my buttocks, there is a strangeness, I looked over, it has taken root, I immediately gritted my teeth and stood up.

Then I could only endure the pain, in the woods, walking around, after walking for a while, I decided to go back first, lie down for a while, and when the desire was about to strike, I got up, but after walking for a while, I had to find a way to solve it, but I thought about it, this is all for Yixue Hankeng.

It was Yi Xuehan who asked me to try to cut down the tree, but instead of cutting the tree of desire, it cut myself.

I walked to the octagonal building step by step, standing downstairs, at this time, Yi Xuehan was sitting on the second floor, drinking tea comfortably, holding a book I don't know what it was, looking at it.

"I said, what are you going to do? You're slightly ......"

Yi Xuehan's movements still looked very elegant, she gently put down the book, took a sip of tea, and looked at me.

"Figure it out for yourself, Zhang Qingyuan, if you want to truly control your existing strength, you can only rely on yourself, until you can't successfully release your desires, I won't do anything, I won't say anything, even if you are about to die, it's the same."

The words made me a little embarrassed, and I smiled.

"Thank you."

Then I continued to walk around the woods, and the wound was now aching and itchy, and although the bleeding had stopped, as soon as I relaxed a little, the wound would bleed and expand.

Looking at the sky, the time should still be very early, I plan to go over there, the big pit of desire to see, and then I have a relaxed state of mind, slowly towards the distance, can still see the big pit, walked over, there is no forest over there.

I walked over step by step, suddenly, I saw a lot of strange stones, no, it was a person, I was surprised to see, one by one people have completely turned into stones, and there is a big pit.

This place, at a glance, is full of stone people, in different forms, however, their faces, only frightened, that is, before petrification, utter despair and horror, some people seem to be drinking, some seem to be running, some are eating.

"They all lost to desire."

I muttered to myself, and then I walked over, stretched out my hand, and touched the stone statue, the cold stone statue, and suddenly, with a click, cracked, and then gradually, it shattered into stone and sank into the ground.

I was on the periphery of these stone statues, walking in circles, walking for a while, and resting for a while, and at this time, I found that with a breeze, the stone statues here would shatter, turn into a moment, and sink to the ground, but in less than a while, there would be new stone statues, coming out.

Looking at these stone statues, I thought of the last time, I really didn't see it, but I myself experienced the dilemma of one foot, turned into stone, I smiled, then got up, and walked towards the woods, it was almost time to eat, my stomach was already bulging with hunger, I decided to go to the river first, drink some water.

When I walked to the river, I looked at it in amazement, Yang Xiaowen walked towards this side, she was still sluggish, squatting by the river, like a beast, sticking out her tongue, curling up, and constantly drinking water, after drinking for a while, she got up, sat by the river, and looked at this side quietly.

I looked at her with some surprise, she didn't see me, but in her black eyes, it seemed as if she did see something, as if I was transparent.

At this time, I saw her mouth move, her tongue was slightly pressed against it, her mouth was slightly open, as if it were two words, I watched quietly, and then after a while, she said these two words again, this time, I understood it, it was my sister.

"Zhang Qingyuan, what are you still watching, eating, do you still want to be like last night, if several desires hit at the same time, you will really die."

Yi Xuehan said, I smiled, turned around, and glanced at Yang Xiaowen again, her mouth was constantly repeating the word sister.

I wanted to ask Yi Xuehan, but judging by her appearance, she wouldn't tell me.

When Yi Xuehan was eating, I turned around and didn't look at it, after all, what she ate was too luxurious, and I didn't want to arouse my appetite again.

After a long time, I heard that Yi Xuehan had finished eating, and after she left, I returned to the table and ate a bowl of rice, at this time, Yang Xiaowen was gone.

I walked towards the octagonal building, Yi Xuehan was still drinking tea on the second floor, looking at the book, I asked a little.

"What are you looking at?"

Yi Xuehan glared at me, didn't answer me, I didn't ask anymore, the day was almost over, I lay quietly in the nest, at this time, I felt that the wound seemed to have healed, I breathed a sigh of relief, just this, a little itchy, but at least it was much better than pain.

After nightfall, the temperature outside was very low, I felt it again, I decided to hurry up to sleep, at this time, the sound of the guzheng last night, came again, I looked up.

As always, Yi Xuehan sat quietly and played the guzheng.

"By the way, you and Yin Qiu, as well as Uncle Zhuang, seem to be very familiar."

I said a word coldly, suddenly, with a ding, one of the strings of the guzheng broke, Yi Xuehan looked at me, and I immediately held my voice and stopped talking.

Think about it carefully, when Yin Qiu saw Yi Xuehan before, he never looked at it squarely, not because he didn't look at it, but he didn't dare to look at it at all, and Uncle Zhuang's attitude towards Yi Xuehan seemed to be very respectful and fierce, I thought about it, this attitude seemed to be towards Yin Qiujian.

Are they relatives?

I thought so, but after thinking about it, looking at the night outside, it was a little heavy, and I still closed my eyes.

The next morning, when I got up, the itch in my chest was unbearable, I stretched out my hand, and I wanted to scratch it, but this heart-scratching itch made me almost crazy, and I was so excited that I immediately stopped scratching my chest.

I know very well that if I scratch it, I am afraid that the wound will break all at once, and I will have to endure the severe pain, so I can only get up, my hands and feet, dancing and beating, relying on a slight vibration, to relieve the itching.

Itching and pain are not the same, the pain may be able to endure the gritted teeth, but this will, the itching feeling in the chest, in one breath, burst out, I closed my eyes, my head was groggy, very uncomfortable, I laughed, the itch of the heart, let me trot.

I knew very well that it was desire, but I couldn't control it, the itchy sensation was so obvious that I wanted to rip off the skin on my chest now.

"I can't stand it anymore."

I yelled, and then suddenly, I felt my feet, sinking, I looked at my feet in amazement, it turned into a swamp, I was in a hurry, but immediately I closed my eyes, and endured the itching in my chest, and just now, I wanted to get out of here, subconsciously.

So, the mud under my feet may leave me here forever.

I immediately put away the thought of leaving, and completely relaxed, and cold sweats continued to break out on my forehead.

Yi Xuehan sat quietly on a tree next to her, she bent the whole tree, and then sat on the trunk, dragging her chin with one hand, looking at me with a smile.

After a long time, my body had completely sunk into the mud, but the mud was gone.

Fortunately, I endured it, and the itching eased a lot, but now I have a problem, the part below the head has been completely buried in the dirt.

"Can you ......?"

I was just about to say let Yi Xuehan help and pull me out, but after thinking about it, I smiled.

"I'll figure it out myself."

I began to think about it, this forest is full of all kinds of desires in the world, and these desires are all when the ghost passes through the Nai He Bridge and drinks the Meng Po soup, and when the soul is washed away, those dirt-like desires in the soul will flow here.

This can be said to be the place where the desires of the yang world flow, so all kinds of desires as human beings exist here, and as long as there is a little thought, these desires will come and develop in the opposite place.

"How the hell did she do it?"

I sounded yesterday, Yi Xuehan used her power to completely destroy the entire forest, and at that time, she did it as soon as she raised her hand, without being affected by any desire.

I wondered.

"Don't think about it, Zhang Qingyuan, my own strength will not be restrained by anything, including the desire here."

I looked at Yi Xuehan dumbfounded.