Although he had experienced countless such life and death crises in his previous life, at this moment, Li Ting still didn't want to die. He still wanted to take revenge, wanted to save the innocent ghosts on this mountain, and wanted to learn to truly appreciate life.
But sometimes, fate leaves you with no strength at all, leaving you unable to use your own strength to resist.
The purple ring on Li Ting's wrist kept flashing. It was because he felt that life was passing by and he was instinctively summoning his natal magic weapon.
But day and night could not save him.
Despair and pain filled this small space little by little, and Ye Ming's collapse shouts could still be heard in his ears.
Everything was too bad. They were together with a pile of corpses, struggling desperately, but it seemed that they could only turn into corpses.
But just when Ye Ming felt that his bones were about to crack, the white vines on his body suddenly loosened.
The white vines binding Li Ting's legs also softened.
At the entrance of the cave, Han Ziqi's drooping black eyes trembled violently and magnified one after another. His face was full of disbelief.
Its eyes exited the slit and looked at its own body.
A black fog vine filled with gloomy energy bound it tightly, almost strangling its ghost body.
It turned around suddenly and looked at the ghost wrapped in the ghost mist.
"Yan...Yan'an? How is it possible, you..."
There seemed to be some kind of bond between Han Ziqi and Yan An. After Han Ziqi called out Yan An's name, he gradually saw the ghostly mist on his face clearly.
It was an overly thin face, diamond-shaped, with cold and drooping eyebrows, making it look very gloomy.
At this moment, the face was pale, but there was a strong sense of death in his eyes.
"You still came here. I haven't taken back the black pill yet, and I still... No, how could you be a ghost!" Han Ziqi screamed in horror, feeling that everything was out of control.
It quickly pulled out the only three white vines left in the hole and tried to attack Yan An, but its current strength was still too weak compared to Yan An.
Another black fog vine appeared at Yan An's hand, and directly tied the three white vines tightly together, making Han Ziqi unable to move.
Li Ting fell to the ground and vomited out a mouthful of blood, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha, cough...cough cough hahaha..."
He laughed so much that he coughed, but he still couldn't help but want to laugh.
He won!
He had felt the bond with Yan An in the cave before, and it was getting stronger as time went by. It was obvious that Yan An was rushing towards him.
As long as he can delay time and weaken Han Ziqi's power as much as possible, he will survive when Yan An arrives, but Han Ziqi will die.
He finally succeeded.
Although he and Ye Ming were almost killed by Han Ziqi, they were just so close that Yan An came over and they survived.
The one who dies will be Han Ziqi.
Han Ziqi was still in a state where he couldn't understand the situation in front of him. Yan An was killed by it and was filled with resentment. How could he not turn into a resentful ghost? And how could he be so strong without turning into a resentful ghost?
Normally, ghosts are not aggressive. Yes, ghosts are almost not aggressive!
"Yan An, you, you want the other half of Wuwei Cao, right?" Han Ziqi said, and sure enough, Yan An paused and the black fog vine did not tighten, but it also did not loosen...
Han Ziqi was overjoyed, thinking that this guy might be desperate for the treasure, so Wuweicao was his obsession, otherwise how could he react?
"It's not with me. Its power is in my black elixir, and I don't have it in me! It's in..."
As soon as Han Ziqi said this, Yan An stretched out another fog vine and penetrated directly into its Dantian.
Han Ziqi's flour-white face twisted instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of viscous liquid. Could it be that the ghost couldn't communicate at all? He didn't even listen to what it said, so he insisted on checking it himself!
The two ghosts have different auras. Yan An used his own fog vine to explore like this, which would cause great harm to himself.
But it’s cloudy in front of me
The sullen ghost obviously didn't think about this. After checking the ghost's dantian and long-empty stomach with its fog vine, it then explored its whole body to confirm that there was no black elixir, and then pulled out the fog vine.
A pair of dead gray eyes looked straight at Han Ziqi, waiting for his next words.
Han Ziqi's seven orifices were filled with ghost mist and black mucus, and he was filled with hatred, but he tried hard to suppress his resentment and continue what he said next.
"The black pill is in that human's body. He took it away. Kill him! The black pill is yours! He took it away from you."
Han Ziqi shouted, he still had a little luck in his heart, it would be great if he could take back the black pill when Li Ting handed it over, it contained 60% of its power!
It may not be incapable of fighting.
Yan An did not let go of the black fog vine, but tied up Han Ziqi and came to the jade slab.
Li Ting naturally heard the sounds outside, and Ye Ming also heard them, but he didn't care at all and instead lay relaxed in the hole.
No matter who the black elixir was, he believed that Yan An would not harm Li Ting.
Just like Yesanxiu will not hurt herself.
Moreover, Brother Li's black elixir may have been given to Yan An. The two of them have a deep love as master and servant. What are you Han Ziqi worried about?
While lying down, Ye Ming slowly injected mana into the meridians of his legs, hoping that his injury could be saved.
Yan An tried to integrate the ghost body into the stone and pass through the stone slabs, but he soon discovered that there were formations and runes here, and his ghost body could not travel freely.
But while he was holding Han Ziqi and lying down, he still saw Li Ting leaning against the stone wall through the gap, half of his body stained red with blood.
His deathly gray eyes turned red, and his closed purple lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally returned to the calmness of a ghost.
Yan An's black fog vine was very similar to Han Ziqi's white vine, so he also put a few fog vines into the gap that Han Ziqi had opened, trying to open the jade slab.
But at the same time, he was still holding Han Ziqi, and he couldn't use all his strength, so he just opened the jade slab another two fingers wide, and then he couldn't move anymore.
"That's enough, you put the vine in and kill that human being." Han Ziqi said pitifully.
Yan An ignored it, the fog vine tightened suddenly, then seemed to want to loosen it, and broke the jade slab with all its strength.
"Don't let go of it!" Li Ting moved under the gap with difficulty. He saw Yan An breaking off the jade slab, then suddenly thought of something and shouted.
Han Ziqi was stunned, and then laughed wildly, "You are a human, and you still want to care about the ghost's affairs. Do you think it will listen to what you say?"...
But Yan An stopped breaking off the jade slab.
Han Ziqi looked back in disbelief.
"Yan An, don't let go of it. It is your enemy. It will kill you. It has snatched your Wuwei grass. That Wuwei grass was what you brought for Chen Shi to cultivate immortality. It hinders my cultivation! It has broken me.
If you want revenge on a leg, you can't let it go! You can't let it run away!"
Li Ting knew that Yan An had a great reaction to the "Chen Shi Xiu Xian" incident, or that this was his obsession, so he said this, hoping that Yan An would react to his words.
But when Han Ziqi heard these words, it was like a thunder.
"You... know each other? Do you know each other? It's impossible. Even if I know you, I can't talk to a ghost!"
Han Ziqi simply couldn't accept such a possibility. It originally wanted to drag Li Ting to die together, but now Li Ting said that he and Yan An knew each other?
Yan An found Wuwei Cao for him? Who is Chen Shi? How many names does he have?
No wonder when it killed him, he didn't want to eat the grass to increase his strength.
When did Li Ting find out?
Did he do it on purpose? He killed himself not just because of the different paths between humans and ghosts, but because he wanted to avenge his old friend?
The series of messages directly stunned Han Ziqi. He began to try hard to recall what he had said to Wu Shu and others, and couldn't help but feel regretful in his heart.
It is not a human, but it knows an idiom from human Han Ziqi's memory: Too much words lead to mistakes.