Chapter 503 Walking on the Ghost Town II The Pain of Memory
A hundred feet deep under the Bahua Palace, a dark and damp cell was filled with filthy blood and flies. The rich smell of blood was mixed with a disgusting smell of decay, which could directly knock out ordinary monks.
An old man with golden elixirs closed his eyes tightly, his cheeks were withered, and he was completely submerged in the sewage from the neck down. His whole body was locked with golden shackles. The pressure on his body was also extremely unstable, and the flow of spiritual power was stagnant. It should be that the muscles and veins were blocked.
, caused by the confinement of Dantian.
The small door of the cell opened with a creak, and Rakshasa walked in with the pretty woman. Rakshasa frowned deeply, glanced around, showing a look of disgust and disgust. The woman's face turned pale, and she looked at the room.
Everything, close your eyes several times.
"Lanji, look, why is this necessary? Even I, a Rakshasa, hate this filthy place. How can a charming and charming woman like you come here?"
"Senior brother, since you are disgusted, just go out and stay for now. When the time is up, you can call me again." The woman smiled and said to the Rakshasa Ghost General.
"this……?"
"Are you, a great ghost general, still afraid that this little girl won't kidnap him? You see, his muscles and veins are all blocked, his Dantian is blocked, and his body is locked with a soul-sucking chain. He can't even walk, let alone escape. You still
Take the time to get out!"
Rakshasa hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, then I will wait for you outside the door. The time is up. No matter what, you have to make a decision. Otherwise, I will not be able to explain it, and you will not be able to escape the fate of being destroyed!"
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After Rakshasa finished speaking, he ran out directly. The woman flicked her jade hand, and the small door of the cell closed with a creak.
The moment the cell door closed, the old man's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the woman three feet away, his mouth trembling.
"Old man, do you know me?" The woman nodded slightly in greeting and asked directly through the voice.
"Well, not only do I know you, but you are the person I am looking for." The old man Jindan obviously did not suffer much damage to his consciousness, and he also directly transmitted the message.
"Then who am I?" the woman opened her beautiful eyes and asked in surprise.
"You...have you forgotten everything? Alas, it seems that your death was so tragic that your soul was severely damaged and even the memory part is gone. Well, I tell you, your name is Sikong Lan, and you are the second shopkeeper of Tiancheng Pavilion.
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"Tiancheng Pavilion? Second shopkeeper? I don't know, I don't know at all. Why should I, a little girl, be the shopkeeper? Are you kidding me?" the woman shook her head and said.
"You don't know the shopkeeper of Tiancheng Pavilion, but do you still remember Boss Xiao?" The old man thought for a moment and asked again.
The woman still shook her head: "Don't know me? Who is Boss Xiao? Is he famous?"
"Hey~!" The old man couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and said without giving up: "You were originally a core member of the Huachen Sect, and your father was the deputy head of the Huachen Sect, Sikong Xing. You should remember this, Sikong Xing.
Bar?"
"Sikong Xing... is he my father?" The woman covered her forehead and shook her head several times. Unfortunately, she was still confused. Finally, she shook her head helplessly and said, "I can't even remember my father. Alas, it seems.
I am hopeless."
The old man's face turned deathly gray, he sighed, closed his eyes, and was not prepared to speak any more.
"Old man, why were you caught by them?" The woman was also disappointed. Seeing that the old man seemed extremely depressed, she asked.
"Hmph! I'm asking for trouble! It's not good to be a casual cultivator in Jade City. I have to listen to the plague god's temptation and join some of his conquests..."
"Wait a minute, old man, the name God of Plague is so familiar. The little girl seems to have some impression..." The woman slapped her head several times, and her light body trembled.
"Huh? Do you remember the God of Plague?!" The old man was overjoyed, and his eyes suddenly opened again, and he immediately added: "The God of Plague Tianjiu, he is the shopkeeper of Cheng Yufang, and was the former Hua Chen's wife. Oh, he is still raising animals in the Spirit Pig Valley.
Cross the pig..."
"Spiritual Pig Valley! Raise spiritual pigs~!" A glimmer of light suddenly flashed across the woman's eyes, and thousands of rays of light burst out like thunder in her mind.
"Tianjiu? God of Plague Tianjiu! Yes, yes, yes! I remember this person, I seemed to be looking for him, but I ended up..." The woman said at the end, her shape was like a fallen leaf in the wind, swaying violently.
"That's right! Sikong Lan, you finally remembered something. I was ordered by the God of Plague Tianjiu to find your whereabouts. Your actions have been imprisoned by the Lord of the Ghost City. As soon as we reach you Qianzhang, we will be
The ghost generals will be driven out. I and several companions broke through to your side, intending to convey a message. However, they were injured by the angry big ghost general, the one who brought you in just now, and were captured. One of the companions even died. The God of Plague
Tianjiu has returned to Dongling and is now the deputy commander of the Eastern Expedition Army. He requires you to rush back to Dongling immediately after hearing the news!"
The old man told most of the story in one breath. He knew that the big ghost outside would not be able to give him a long time.
"Acridine~!"
Sikong Lan suddenly covered her head and screamed. In her consciousness, a small dagger shining with gray light suddenly came out and was clearly reflected in her memory. As soon as she heard the name of the plague god, she felt a wave of *
* will rise from the bottom of her heart.
"Clear Sky Dagger... Clear Sky Dagger... Where is my Clear Sky Dagger?"
"Lan Ji, what's wrong with you?" The door of the room burst into pieces, and the Rakshasa ghost general stepped in and stood three feet away from Sikong Lan. Then he pointed at the old man in the prison pool and shouted: "Old ghost, you
You are destined to die. Aiji who dares to attack the king, today the Rakshasa will extract your soul and refine your soul..."
Sikong Lan quickly raised his head, shook his head and said, "Senior brother, it's none of this old man's business. It's Lan'er's headache that is causing her."
"Really? Do you recognize this person?" Rakshasa narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed through the depths of his eyes.
"I don't know. But senior brother, these people are innocent. Why do you arrest them? Just let them go?"
"Let go? Hehehe, Lan Ji, the people who enter my Dongcangdi cell are destined to be destroyed. It's just a matter of time. If you want them to stay here, it's just to make them suffer a little more. Let's go, Lan
Ji, it’s almost time!”
After the Rakshasa ghost general finished speaking, he dragged Sikong Lan involuntarily and ducked out of the cell.
Just when Sikong Lan disappeared by the cell door, a clear message fell into the old man's consciousness.
"Old man, the God of Plague must go to Jiuhua Palace within three days, otherwise he will never see Lan'er again!"
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The man in white robe looked at Rakshasa and Sikong Lan flying slowly towards them, showing a bright smile.
"Lan Ji, I have satisfied all your requests. Is it time for you to meet my requirements?"
Sikong Lan sighed and nodded slightly: "Your Majesty, Lan'er has made a decision."
"Oh?" The man in the white robe sat upright with his eyes bright.
"That's right! The conditions given by the king are extremely strict, and Lan'er can't even agree to it. However, Lan'er also has two requirements before she will leave Dongcang with the king and go to Nanyou."
"Are there any conditions? Hahaha, Lan Ji, my patience is really limited. You are just a ghost. Although you are beautiful, I have seen so many beautiful women. You are not missing. You make me very happy.
It’s so embarrassing!”
Rakshasa glared fiercely and roared in a low voice: "Your Majesty, since she doesn't know what's good for her, she asked me to use all means to refine her soul. I don't believe she won't give in..."
"Hey hey hey, since you don't agree, forget it. Lan'er is a lonely ghost anyway. What's the point of fear when her soul is gone? Let's go. Lan'er will go with you to be tortured!" Sikong Lan smiled without fear, but there was a trace of anger on his face.
A sarcastic look.
"Rakshasa, you are getting more and more presumptuous. Did you just threaten my concubine? Okay, stay aside. Don't speak again without my permission!" The man in white robe snorted coldly.
Rakshasa laughed sarcastically, retreated a hundred feet away, sat cross-legged in the corner of the hall, closed his eyes, and seemed to be adjusting his breath.
The man in white robe looked at Sikong Lan quietly and asked calmly: "Tell me, what are your conditions?"
"First, Lan'er asked the king to let go of the four innocent Jindan monks. They have nothing to do with Lan'er, and Lan'er is a stranger to them. Since the king has tortured them for so long, they must have suffered too.
A lesson should be learned. Lan'er doesn't want to hurt others because of herself."
"It's just a few golden elixir bugs, no problem, I promise you." The man in white robe was startled for a moment, then nodded with a smile.
"Second, Lan'er will stay here in Jiuhua Palace. The king will pick me up again in three days. Lan'er doesn't want to see anyone in these three days."
"Don't see anyone? No, Rakshasa must stay in the palace. The two maids behind me must also stay with you. Otherwise, if anything happens to you, I can come to rescue you in time. Don't worry, I am not
I want to monitor you, and you also know that your soul is not stable. If the disintegration speed accelerates and I am unable to arrive in time, won't you be devastated? Okay, that's it!"
The man in the white robe said, solemnly stood up, stepped in front of Sikong Lan, raised his hand and stretched it to the side of Sikong Lan's face. Seeing the look of disdain deep in Sikong Lan's eyes, he retracted his big hand angrily.
"Haha, no rush, no rush! Lanji, I'm leaving!" the man in white robe said with a sneer.
"Wait a minute, Your Majesty, Lan'er wants to see with her own eyes the four Jindan monks leaving the west gate of Dongcang Ghost City."
"Huh? You don't trust me so much?!" The man in white robe looked angry.
Sikong Lan shook his head and chuckled: "It's not that Lan'er doesn't believe in the King, it's that Lan'er can't trust anyone now, only her own eyes."
"Okay, okay, let's go. Don't worry about this. Rakshasa, go and bring people out. I and Lan Ji will watch in person at the west gate of Dongcang City." After saying that, he stretched out his arm and gave Sikong Lan a knowing look.
look.
"Haha, Your Majesty, Lan'er is just a soul now. It doesn't make any difference whether I can hold you back or not. Your Majesty, it's better for you to go on your own. It's much more comfortable this way."
Sikong Lan said, floating and flying towards the entrance of the palace alone, making the man in white robe so angry that his mouth twitched.
"Your Majesty, she must have recognized the male cultivators in the cell, Your Majesty cannot let them go!" Rakshasa said urgently.
"Hmph! Is there any need to say this? You arrange your personnel, as long as they leave a hundred miles away from the city gate, let them tell the truth. Otherwise, they will be killed on the spot, and their souls will be extracted and refined. If you obey, your Dantian will be abolished and thrown into the sky.
The font size prison room allows them to enjoy the pain of scraping their bones and refining their souls every moment."
The man in white robe spoke fiercely, and disappeared into the hall in a flash. (To be continued.)