Zhou Ye, the head of the Lingmen.

Before Yang Ning, there was the only séance master in this world.

He tried to séance countless times in his life, but only once.

Just that time, the current Yang Ning was created.

Although Zhou Ye himself didn't know why he was able to succeed in that séance, he succeeded in the end.

At this moment, this séance master who had succeeded in séance, his ten thousand and one soul fragments began to burn at the same time.

Yang Ning'an stood quietly in front of the Ten Thousand Flames, he had always been decisive in killing, but this time he was a little hesitant.

Ming Ming, who was paying attention to Yang Ning all the time, noticed the trace of hesitation that Yang Ning was showing, and immediately said, "Orange Orange! Can't let him die! Keep torturing him! ”

The hesitation between Yang Ning's eyebrows changed slightly.

Ming Ming said again: "Orange Orange, let him die, we don't live in the shadow of the past, so we can live forever, it's good." ”

Yang Ning's expression changed again.

Mingming: "Orange Orange, keep him!" Keep torturing him! ”

"Orange Orange, forget it, let him die......"

"Can't die!"

"Let him die!"

As Yang Ning's expression changed, Mingming's position was constantly changing.

The other imps have already seen it.

This is obviously the position that is constantly changing, this is clearly Yang Ning's own indecision!

No matter what Yang Ning is, he will obviously support it.

But she obviously didn't want Yang Ning to be so embarrassed, so she watched Yang Ning's expression change, and kept encouraging Yang Ning in her own way.

Hitomi pushed the glasses that didn't exist on the bridge of her nose and said, "It's a difficult choice. ”

"Is it to let go of hatred and come out of the shadows? Or continue to let the wicked suffer painfully? ”

On the side, the little female ghost Shiwen, who usually doesn't talk much, also nodded and said: "Yes, it's very pleasant to keep the enemy to continue to torture, but when torturing that old man, Orange Orange herself will also indulge in past memories." ”

Little bald head: "Orange Orange's experience is more painful than ours. ”

Honghong: "The past is unbearable. ”

Sun Dapang: "I feel that this is an important moment, I should have some wine, grilled skewers, and eat a full stomach before making a decision." ”

At this time, the little turtle with severed hands and feet crawled to Yang Ning's side, grabbed Yang Ning's trouser leg with a grin, and said, "Orange, time, time ......"

Yang Ning picked up the little turtle and said with a smile: "Well, I think so too." ”

Looking at his smiling expression, he was obviously suddenly embarrassed, "Orange Orange, this, what the hell is this, let him die?" ”

With one hand, he took out a stick of incense from the white cloth bag he was carrying, and blew lightly, Yang Ning looked at the burning green incense and said, "Let him die." ”

"Even if you let him go, you also let me go."

Saying that, Yang Ning laughed, "Obviously it's right, since memories are so painful, don't always live in memories." ”

"Thank you Orange Orange for the compliment!"

Mingming, who always has a tight face and likes to remember people's names, heard Yang Ning praise himself, and suddenly a sweet smile appeared on his little face.

Click!

The incense that Yang Ning held in his hand easily penetrated the floor in the dark room and stood on the ground, curling green smoke rising.

In an instant, except for Yang Ning and his little ghost and the ten thousand and one Zhou Ye, the other people present seemed to have been immobilized at once.

On Zhou Ye's face, there was a sudden hint of panic in the expression that was mixed with smugness, pain, and banter: "You, what did you do?!" ”

"W-What time is here?! Time?! ”

Yang Ning smiled and said, "Dear Master, I have decided to let go of my hatred and raise your soul. ”

"But before that, as my final farewell to my apprentice, you still need to go through a little torture."

The look on Zhou Ye's face became more and more frightened, and at the same time, the flames jumping in his eyes became fierce and vigorous.

This is Zhou Ye burning his soul quickly.

However, Yang Ning just blew lightly into the air, "Whew! ”

The rapidly beating flames in Zhou Ye's eyes weakened.

"Dear Master, I'm already planning to let you go, so don't even think about running away."

Yang Ning showed a hint of intoxication on his face, and said slowly: "Master, I know a very romantic word, called a glance for ten thousand years. ”

"Next, you're going to experience that romance, but it's going to be your life-and-death romance."

"From now on, your soul will be in this world for the last three minutes."

"You'll disappear in three minutes, but every second of those three minutes will be as long as 10,000 years for you."

Yang Ning took a step back and said with a smile, "Master, please enjoy the last pleasure of your life. ”

"The apprentice won't send you."

Staring at Zhou Ye, whose expression gradually became painful and frightened in the ten thousand and one flames, for a few seconds, Yang Ning exhaled slightly, as if he had let go of some kind of burden, and he turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, as if thinking of something again, Yang Ning turned around and bowed slightly to the ten thousand and one crying Zhou Ye.

Then leave completely.

How long is three minutes?

It was not long in coming.

For Yang Ning, who was walking slowly, he had not yet reached the ground of the Buddha Election Hall.

For Bai Mao and the others, it was just a trance, and they suddenly found that three minutes had passed.

But for Zhou Ye's soul, it was a full one hundred and eighty ten thousand years.

He endured the pain of 1.8 million years of 10,000 times the burning soul of 10,000 times, and finally vanished.

As for the immortal curse he left for Yang Ning......

Just after Zhou Ye's soul dissipated, a wisp of green smoke flew out of the dark room two hundred meters underground, chased Yang Ning, and flew in front of him.

Looking at this Qingyan's posture, it was originally going to fall directly on Yang Ning.

But Yang Ning just glanced at it, and the green smoke stopped in the air and didn't move.

Yang Ning turned his head and asked the little ghosts around him: "You, who wants eternal life?" ”

There was silence among the imps.

After a long time, Masami threw her head and said in a milky voice: "Orange Orange, have you forgotten that we are all dead." ”

Yang Ning smiled, yes, I forgot it, this is a group of little ghosts.

Sun Dapang on the side looked at Yami and wondered, "Didn't you always think you were alive?" ”

Masami's little head flying in the sky gave him a roll of the eye and said, "Have you ever seen a living person who can take off his head and throw it into the sky to play?" Except for orange orange. ”

Sun Da Fat was unconvinced, "Orange Orange not only flies his head, he also throws his large intestine!" ”

Honghong: "Orange Orange will take her hand down too." ”

Summer: "And the heart!" Orange Orange can also take the heart down! ”

Little Turtle: "Orange Orange—"

Yang Ning covered the little turtle's mouth and said to a few little ghosts: "It's all in the past, don't mention it." ”

"In the future, we have to look forward, no one wants eternal life, does it? Then I'll take it first. ”

"When I'm tired of being crooked, let this curse go."

The imps nodded.

Yang Ning then looked at the lock of green smoke, and the green smoke suddenly fell lightly on Yang Ning's white clothes as if he had been amnestied.

After that, Yang Ning walked briskly towards the ground.

Looking at his back, a group of imps followed cheerfully and lively.

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