The next day, as soon as Yang Qing was brought into the interrogation room, he began to shout, "I am an immortal cultivator, I"

Then his soft tongue was detached from his mouth, and he could no longer speak.

The old man sighed with pity and said, "If I were you, I would save a little effort." We are very busy today and there is still a lot to do. ”

On the third day, when Yang Qing was brought to the interrogation room again, he already felt that his broken thigh was swollen and unconscious.

It was like dragging two strange, cumbersome shackles by himself, clinging himself to the seat and making him no longer eligible to stand up.

The old man walked over, inspected his whole body attentively, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Yes, the vitality is still very strong and strong." Continue today, don't worry, I will make it clear to you how you died in the end. ”

And then on the fourth day,

Day 5,

It wasn't until the seventh day that Yang Qing completely felt that his soul seemed to have been sublimated. No matter how much pain there is, for him now, only numbness remains.

It felt like my soul had flown into the air, and I could stare coldly at my body being tossed around by those people, constantly destroying myself and then reviving myself, and then sending my body back to the bottom of the cold prison.

It was only then that he would gradually recover from the darkness that seemed like death in a prison and put his soul back into his shell through that moment of peace.

Later, he became more and more silent, more and more silent.

His two cold eyes were like two strange beasts, staring at every living person in the prison dangling in front of his eyes. It's as if every fold and fine line in their countenance is deeply imprinted in their minds.

He once heard the old man sigh, he said, "Don't resent us, the money sent by that family is really a lot, enough to save your life with all kinds of things, so that you will never die for a year and a half." ”

"So where is this, you just take it slowly!"

I can't remember if it was a month or two months, and when Yang Qing was sent back again, a cold-blooded voice without temperature appeared in his mind.

This voice made Yang Qing extremely sure that the other party was a demon. And what he wants to exchange for is the only thing he has left - that is the soul.

"Are you ready?" Not surprisingly, the sharp voice entered Yang Qing's mind in time.

This was the second time the voice had appeared in his soul.

In fact, before this voice appeared, Yang Qing had already confirmed his choice.

Because for him, such a decision could not be more relaxed. Even if he sold his soul, it made Yang Qing feel that even if he was going to hell tomorrow, it made him yearn for it more than in this dirty world.

So he nodded firmly.

"Okay, don't move, just feel like you're having a sweet dream. The voice was so soft, like a lullaby.

The next moment, Yang Qing felt like he had a long dream.

In his dreams, he felt that he had seen countless scenes, and those dim silhouettes became more and more strange in his dreams. The earthy color made him feel as if he had fallen into the netherworld.

In such a dream, in such a dark space, he looked around. The space is filled with Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and statues of gods older than them.

In such a space, these ancient statues of the gods are not arranged according to class like a temple, but are arranged haphazardly.

These haphazard statues of the gods are all like silent fear. The heads of a few Buddha statues, the shattered halos, or the hands raised in fear or prayer – the shimmering colors reflected through the holes in the cobweb-covered walls.

He even saw Guanyin in all its forms, many names of King Jizo, Shakyamuni, Medicine Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, and the Buddha and his disciples.

Some of them sit on lotus flowers, and they are spiritual lotuses, while others ride leopards, tigers, lions, or other strange beasts, symbolizing electricity or death.

One of them, a three-headed and thousand-armed Buddha statue of evil and righteousness, seems to be galloping on the throne supported by a group of elephants in golden splendor.

He even vaguely saw King Fudo enshrined in flames, and Lady Maya (Buddha's biological mother) riding her sacred peacock.

Among these Buddha statues, there are also dark gods and ghosts wearing armor who can't see clearly, making him feel like he is in a hell of an anachronism.

He could even make out many small Buddha statues, such as those that went up to the rooftops with thunder and lightning bolts in their backs, and looked rather angry.

There is also a beautiful statue of a goddess with elegant and light limbs sitting on a lotus flower, and her slender jade fingers counting the wonderful law.

There are also the ghost statues that shine in the darkness like the eyes of black cats, and the statues of gods that are half-human, half-bird, with eagle wings and beaks, all terrifying

"Wake up!"

Just as he watched one idol after another, as if sinking into a nightmare that he would never wake up, a voice penetrated.

He opened his eyes and felt as if he had come back to life.

It was such a strange feeling, not only the senses became more and more acute, but even every muscle in the body produced a strange experience.

He suddenly felt as if he had regrown a shell, and he could feel and grasp even the most subtle and detailed meridians.

He could even clearly feel how a surging spiritual power in his body and blood muscles made that kind of seamless cooperation that he couldn't even think of before.

It was as if I was a bystander, calmly analyzing my newfound body.

Yang Qing stood up abruptly in excitement, this was the first thing he had lost since he entered this devouring place, so he couldn't wait to give it a try.

"Ugh"

He suddenly found that although he stood up, his body was still lying there like a lump of mud.

"Is this an out-of-body experience?"

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, a cold voice came, "Don't doubt it, I have endowed you with a sense of smell that is more sensitive than that of a beast, a physique stronger than that of a demon beast, and an ability that is more powerful than that of most cultivators. ”

"You just have to take what you're suffering, you can feel this pain, this anger, this devastating emotion, and you can feel the infinite power flowing through your body. ”

"You, how did you do it?" At this time, Yang Qing finally realized that what he seemed to have obtained was not a flesh and blood body, but something between a physical body and a ghostly body.

This body is different from the body before me, although I can feel it intimately, but I don't seem to be able to see this body at all.

"Don't doubt it, child, you have gained my power. There was a rumbling sound in his soul.

"All you have to do is use this power to spread your anger, and you will gain the power of true revenge. ”

"Go, you'll get what you want!"

It was as if the voice was impatient to explain something to him, but instead instilled a belief in his body.

After saying this, a huge white bone that seemed to be dark matter possessed his body.

In an instant, Yang Qing opened his eyes, which were so red that they seemed to be dripping blood.

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Leisurely literature, let the soul travel!

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