The dark prison cell was lifeless, and the moonlight filtered through the mottled tiles, casting a hazy glow.
The room was dark, with a few spots of pale white.
There was movement from the closed iron door. She opened her eyes, and the small window under the iron door was opened. The candlelight flickered briefly, and then, a food box was pushed in.
There is something to eat.
Liu Ruyan was already ravenous with hunger. She put the food on the ground, picked up her chopsticks, and when she was full, she took a nap with her eyes closed.
It was late at night when I heard the noise again. The iron door was pushed open, and a tall figure slowly walked towards the collapse.
She was always alert and never fell into deep sleep in a strange environment. She had already woken up when she heard any movement, but her body still remained motionless in a slumbering posture, no matter how close the person came.
"I know you are awake." Shen Yanchu leaned over, his voice indifferent to emotion and anger.
Can this person still read minds?
She was thinking to herself, with a look of awakening on her face, and sat up: "Why is it you?"
Shen Yanchu did not wear the black gauze cloak, only a pear-white dark coat. The snowy light outside the window reflected on his body, making him look even more ethereal.
"It's so late, what are you doing here?" Liu Ruyan lazily put up one leg and looked up, "Could it be that you are interested in me and want to part ways with me? I've got to say something ugly beforehand. , I don’t like men.”
Shen Yanchu frowned: "When I make you into a puppet, let's see what else you can say with this mouth."
After saying that, he spread his right hand palm upward, and several strands of shimmering true energy emerged, spinning rapidly, forming a vortex.
When the true energy gradually solidified, he squeezed out a drop of blood from the fingertips of his left hand, like a medicine cauldron holding a blood pill, the red color was dazzling and shocking.
Ye Xun was so anxious that he cried out: "We are just grasshoppers on the same rope. If you die, I will die too. Host, please think of something!"
"Do you think I'm not in a hurry?" Liu Ruyan tried to stay calm.
According to her understanding, refining a puppet is to extract the seven emotions and six desires of a person. The person is still alive, but only a body is left. Once this horrifying technique was born, it made people all over the world panic.
Shen Yanchu cannot be retained.
Shen Yanchu lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then suddenly threw something out of his arms.
Liu Ruyan only felt a stinging pain in her fingers, and blood beads dripped down a silk thread, just in time to drip into the medicine cauldron in his hand.
Shameless guy, how dare you steal her silver ring!
The two drops of blood quickly merged after collision, and the white air flow rotated crazily, shining dazzlingly.
Seeing that something was wrong, Ye Xunqian warned and Wan said: "The host should be careful. If he feeds you something strange later, don't open your mouth."
Before she finished speaking, Shen Yanchu flicked his fingers, and a red blood pill shot towards the center of her eyebrows, melting into it in an instant.
Ye Xun: "..."
Liu Ruyan: “…………”
"Ahem, host, don't worry." Ye Xun said in a voice like a mosquito, "Maybe he is just..."
Just what?
Liu Ruyan shook her head, her consciousness began to fade, and the sounds coming to her ears were also blurry.
What followed was indescribable pain, eroding her over and over again, as if her meridians were cut off, and blood rushed out, traveling backwards toward the center of her eyebrows.
The colorful mottled light spread to his hands along the eyebrows, and the seven emotions and six desires were mixed together. The scenes buried deep in the memory were like a revolving lantern, appearing in front of her eyes:
"Wear a long sword and hold the bow of Qin. If your head and body are separated, your heart will not punish you... When your body is dead, your spirit will be your spirit, and your soul will be a ghost hero."
"Aye, why do I have to recite this song "National Memorial"?"
"Yan'er, you have to remember that since our Liu family is a criminal, the late emperor has no doubts about appointing people and only appoints people based on their merits. The officers and men of the Liu family must never be disloyal or unjust."
"Aye, I don't want to be a scout."
"If you dare to retreat, I will be the first to break your legs!"
"Aye, I'm tired."
"Yan'er, hold on for a while longer. If Aye is gone in the future, what will you do..."
The scene finally freezes on a misty and rainy morning.
The "young man" was described as haggard and thin. He held a blood-stained coat and buried it deeply in the soil with trembling hands. Finally, he inserted a tombstone.
——Father Liu, Yiguanzhong.
The young man took a step back, prostrated himself on the ground, pressed his forehead against the wet soil, and his voice was hoarse.
"My daughter...is guilty..."
Liu Ruyan's chest felt tight, she choked out a breath of turbid air, and her consciousness gradually returned.
She narrowed her eyes and stared at the man wearing the black gold mask, her voice was deep and mocking: "The so-called puppet technique requires the user to cut off all emotions and thoughts, and use himself as a tool to refine the emotions and desires of others."
Shen Yanchu didn't say a word, his face turned pale under the mask.
She breathed heavily and smiled: "You know clearly that not letting go of your obsessions is a taboo in practice, but you insist on going your own way. Now that you have refined these seven emotions of mine, Lord, will you feel different now?"
Shen Yanchu suddenly raised his eyes. He was trapped in obsession and couldn't extricate himself. How did she know?
"Let me guess why the Lord's realm can never be broken through."
"Could it be...that the obsession is too deep?"
Liu Ruyan muttered to herself: "The Lord has always taken revenge, otherwise he would not have been my enemy many times. Since those past have turned into obsessions, it means there is nothing you can do. But logically speaking, , the Lord of the Cang Ming Sect is of high status and has extraordinary martial arts skills. Could it be that there were times when he was weak and felt powerless?"
Shen Yanchu tightened his fingers and his eyes sharpened.
"It seems I guessed it right."
Liu Ruyan looked up at him, trying to see through the eyes under the mask: "In my opinion, the Lord is pretentious, but in fact he is quite humble at heart. But if he is as powerful as the Lord, why would he feel this way? Humble?”
"Could it be that when the Lord was a weak child, his life was not as good as he wished?"
"Is there no one around you to protect you?"
"It's your father."
"Still, mother..."
She stared closely into his eyes, and when he said the word mother, his eyes suddenly changed.
She chuckled softly: "It turns out to be mother. What did that Lord do to make you obsessed with her?"
Suddenly, Shen Yanchu's breath surged, and a fishy sweetness filled his throat.
"Is it possible that you killed your biological mother?" Liu Ruyan suddenly shouted, like a sharp weapon piercing her chest.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yanchu suddenly let go, leaned over and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
He narrowed his narrow eyes and looked at her step by step: "Who do you think you are?"
Liu Ruyan was not annoyed or angry, she just looked at him coldly: "Just like you, I killed my biological father. We are the same kind of people."
Shen Yanchu suddenly looked at her, Liu Ruyan fell to the ground and raised her head.
"Very good." His voice was deep, and he stared at the person in front of him who made him feel angry, broke his taboo, and filled his heart with anger.
Leng Ran fluttered his sleeves, turned around and walked out the door.
"Keep me under strict supervision. I would like to know how long Liu Langjun can last!"