Life in the human world was just like this. Yingmeng followed Yang Cang everywhere to pick up things and sell them for money every morning, and learned a lot of tricks and tricks. Occasionally, he created new techniques under Yang Cang's coercion and inducement.

For example, one time Yang Cang wanted to sell swords. He needed someone to dance with the sword. Unsurprisingly, this person must be Yingmeng. But the swordsmanship in the fairy world was generally incomprehensible to people, so Yang Cang asked Yingmeng to combine dancing with it.

A new set of swordsmanship. Perhaps Yang Cang had not thought that Yingmeng would use this swordsmanship to slaughter the three cities of Shengyuan in the future.

Yingmeng went to the graveyard at night to study the mystery of life.

Life is very peaceful.

It seemed that everything could go on like this, until one day when Ying Meng came back from the mass graves, she found that the ruined temple was eerily quiet.

The children who usually played wildly here were all huddled in the corner with frightened expressions on their faces. She immediately felt that something was wrong and rushed in quickly.

But it was too late. What was waiting for her was no longer Yang Cang who could make jokes, but a broken body.

Yingmeng walked slowly towards the person not far away, begging in his heart that it would not be what he thought. Unfortunately, fate did not favor Yingmeng.

It was Yang Cang who fell to the ground. There was a big circle of blood around him, including arrow wounds and knife wounds. The most serious one was cut straight from the shoulder to the navel, and the bones of the shoulder were all damaged.

It was cut out, and the flesh and blood were turned out, and the blood leaked out, staining the clothes red.

Ying Meng squatted in front of him, Yang Cang slowly opened his eyes, his cracked lips raised with great difficulty, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, but Ying Meng understood.

He said: "You are here."

Then there was no time to wait for Yingmeng's answer, so he closed his eyes.

Yingmeng clenched her hands tightly and remained motionless, looking at the person in front of her with Zheng Zheng. She could feel the death energy emanating from Yang Cang's body.

Yang Cang is dead.

I don't know when it started raining again.

Yingmeng recognized the residual energy on the wound. It was caused by people from the fairy world.

She has already withdrawn, why not put her in?

Her face was strangely sad and painful, as frozen as ice, as cold as rock, and there seemed to be infinite regret in her indifference. She held back her tears and made a secret to recall Yang Cang's soul, only to find that the soul had already been broken into pieces.

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The sky was gray, the air became turbid, and the biting cold wind hit Yingmeng's heart.

"Don't worry, I will put your soul together." After saying that, Shadow Dream used the Forbidden Technique of Time.

The backlash of time and space was something that Yingmeng could resist now. Bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she felt her body turbulent. She tried hard to suppress the chaotic power, hoping to hold on for a while longer.

Theoretically, the Forbidden Technique of Time can turn back time and space to a state where Yang Cang's soul is still intact. But it doesn't work. There is a golden aura in the air that prevents Yang Cang's soul from being reunited.

Yang Cang regained some consciousness, and seeing his current state and Ying Meng's almost crazy behavior, he smiled bitterly and said: "It's too late... Girl, it's nice to meet you... Stop it... Don't waste your strength."

"No, it won't be too late. I won't let you die!" Ying Meng shouted almost crazily, then she kept sealing with both hands, and majestic power surged out of her body, one, two, Ying Meng

Meng exploded energy beads one after another. But it was useless, Yang Cang was rejecting her energy.

Yang Cang's soul that had finally condensed was slowly dissipating: "Girl, I don't have much time... Now listen carefully to me. I won't tell you who did it, mainly because I'm afraid that you will be

Beat someone to death...why don't you laugh? Aren't the jokes I told funny?"

Yingmeng tried hard to pull the corners of her mouth, trying to laugh, but found that she couldn't laugh at all.

"How could they...it doesn't make sense."

Yang Cang shook his head. He was no longer as careless as usual. At the last moment of his life, he returned to his original appearance, "You make me worry about this. It's so stupid... This world is never unreasonable. Especially when facing violence."

Then...remember that you are no longer the genius you were before...that ridiculous

Get rid of your arrogance. You have no business being unreasonable. No matter how unreasonable you are, you must be patient and submissive, so as to keep yourself in a safe situation and quietly gather strength..."

Yang Cang smiled so softly for the first time with a bit of relief in his tone: "Okay, don't cry." He wiped Yingmeng's tears. "This is not your fault, it is my destiny. I promise that I won't have enough."

Don't take revenge before you have strength. I also gave you my body... Remember to find the truth for me... I know that you first came to find the extremely yin place. This Shiyang City is the ultimate yang.

In this land...everything must be reversed...all things are interdependent..."

Yingmeng watched Yang Cang's soul slowly dissipate. She knew better than anyone else what this meant - that he would never be reincarnated.

Who is so cruel?

No one could answer her. Only the cold rain poured on her head.

Crystal tears, like broken pearls, rolled down her cheeks. Yingmeng stared at the sky, hoping for some miracle. But Yang Cang died, and her soul was gone. She was too weak, and she didn't even have the strength to take revenge.

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Why isn't it painful?

She knelt beside Yang Cang's body blankly, holding her curled legs with both hands. Sadness and longing were solidified between her brows. Her usually shining eyes were blurred, the tip of her nose was sour, and a stream of clear tears burst out of her eyes and flowed to her.

The corners of her mouth were salty, and she pursed her lips. She could no longer control herself, and let the tears flow wildly. She covered her face and cried bitterly.

Yingmeng wandered on the street. The excitement of the past could no longer arouse her interest.

She didn't understand why this happened.

She no longer intends to seek the supreme position, and she no longer threatens anyone. She just wants to be an ordinary person. They have taken away their spiritual roots and their glory. Why?

Are you unwilling to keep even the last bit of happiness to yourself?

Unknowingly, she took a detour to the alley where Yang Cang often went to give warmth to children.

Yesterday, she and Yang Cang came here to play with the children. Sometimes these children would also go to Yang Cang's ruined temple to play tricks on her.

The usually busy alley was eerily quiet.

Shadows and dreams surround the cold alley, feeling confused and at a loss.

The children who used to run out and play with him immediately upon seeing him were all hiding in their poor little shabby houses.

She didn't understand what was happening.

"She is a demon!"

"She was the one who killed Yang Cang!"

"She is a demon and will bring bad luck to those around her."

"Devil, stay away from me."

"Don't come again!"

"Get out of here!"

Some brave ones even picked up stones and threw them at Yingmeng. When they found that Yingmeng did not resist and just let the stones hit her, more and more children picked up the stones and started hitting her.

Yingmeng doesn't understand.

Is he really a demon? Will he really have bad luck if he follows him? Xiao Xueer has lost his spiritual roots, and Yang Cang's soul is gone.

Seeing the friends who were playing with me throwing stones at me, I wanted to kill myself.

She wanted to open her mouth to explain, but she didn't know how to explain it herself. And even she thought Yang Cang died because of her.

A sense of sadness. A sense of helplessness. A sense of heartbreak.

This is much more uncomfortable than being misunderstood by the immortal disciples at the beginning. After all, the people here are people who are regarded as friends by Yingmeng, and they are also people she cares about.

A feeling called despair surged into my heart, a feeling as if I had lost the whole world.

A stone hit Yingmeng's forehead, and blood flowed from the wound.

Yingmeng looked helplessly into the void, who can help him?

"Do you hate it?" A familiar voice sounded in Yingmeng's ears. It was the voice she heard in Yunge Building before.

That voice I heard before going on a killing spree.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"I am you." The voice sounded again.

At this time, when all the children saw Ying Meng, their faces suddenly showed pain, and then their faces were filled with black energy, and they all stopped. One of them wanted to go up to see what happened to Ying Meng. Unexpectedly, as soon as they got closer, they saw Ying Meng.

The handle pierced his body. The other children watched their companion slowly fall down. Yingmeng's handle was dripping with blood in the air, and what he held in his hand was clearly the heart of their companion. A group of children were under the influence of fear.

They scattered and fled.

Yingmeng clenched his hands tightly and remained motionless, staring into space.

At this moment she was fighting with the voice inside her.

"You are the inner demon!"

"I am your inner demon." A gust of wind attacked her. The ink light suddenly appeared. The inner demon turned into a stream of ink gas and appeared behind Ying Meng. The gust of wind split into countless strands of wind and struck again.

Her body kept dodging, and the strong winds passed in front of the inner demon. The inner demon escaped from the gap.

"Stop trying, you can't beat me, because I am you. Let go of the altar and let me in. You can't destroy me, I am a part of you. I am you, accept me!"

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Shadow Dream defends the spiritual platform while attacking the inner demon, "Shut up!"

"Do you want them to accept you?"

Shadow Dream's attack slowed down.
To be continued...