After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 143 Sacrifice
She only knew that the visitor was not kind.

But I didn't expect that the things outside the door were so fierce.

Seeing Lou Zhiyin's expression changed drastically, the others also understood that some unexpected bad things had happened.

How bad it is, please refer to the ugly face of Lou Zhiyin.

Just when they couldn't find their way like headless chickens, the shopkeeper slapped the abacus in his hand on the counter.

The sound was not loud, but the clear and crisp sound of the abacus beads hitting seemed to turn on the sound switch.

The wind outside is still noisy.

In the lobby, everyone's breathing can be heard clearly.

Chi Zhishu listened to his own heartbeat, and noticed the expressions of his juniors and juniors one by one. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a dark shadow, his breathing stopped suddenly, and at an extremely slow speed, he slowly turned his head to look at the stairs.

I don't know when a student stood there.

There are lights on the stairs.

The student stood under the lamp, perfectly creating the literal meaning of "darkness under the lamp".

Eat Index noticed that the student was not because of where he was standing, but because the student was not breathing or had a heartbeat.

Spiritual practice can consciously reduce one's breathing frequency, or even stop breathing.

It is also possible to control the heart rate, however, it is definitely not completely heartless.

As a martial artist, Chi Zhishu had a fairly good understanding of the human body. In this short period of time, he discovered many things that were wrong.

Did not speak rashly to break the silence now.

He looked away as if nothing had happened, and gave Sang Zhixia the look that could read his mind best, and Sang Zhixia immediately understood.

Within a few eye contact, a complete action plan was formulated.

Wu Yi couldn't understand their encrypted communication method, but he also found something wrong with the student under the lamp, so he chose to keep silent.

A quick glance was enough for him to recognize that this was the student who had almost self-harmed before.

Did something happen by accident, or is it not me at all?

Wu Yi cautiously searched for possible answers and ruled them out one by one. In the end, there was only one answer that he could not accept the most—that student had already encountered an accident.

If one encounters an accident, will the others be safe?
The inn has encountered such an attack, what is the environment in the dungeon like?

The wind outside is too violent, and the methods of summoning are not effective.

Song Jingmo squeezed the jade tablet in his sleeve, and carefully burned a few words of information with his soul power.

Mostly questions, but the answers are already well known to most people.

That figure was still standing under the lamp, his inorganic gaze turned towards the lobby with the most people.

Everyone in the lobby is doing their own thing.

It doesn't look unusual.

Just when the wraith controlling the body of the puppet breathed a sigh of relief, those young people who looked at the wind and the moon and elegantly looked at the puppet in unison, controlled the puppet tightly, and together with the wraith searched for the puppet. A trace of spiritual body that got in by chance was trapped at the same time.

Then it's not Wraith Time.

From the intuitive feeling of the wraith who has control of the puppet's body, these young people who are unambiguous and hesitant in their movements are more and more like evil spirits.

But the mouth was sealed, the five senses were blocked, and at the same time, the reserved retreat channel for the wraith to replace the puppet body was also blocked.

In the small sea of ​​consciousness of the unlucky student, the resentful spirit occupies the center of the sea of ​​consciousness. The students who were squeezed into the corner and couldn't make a sound of protest huddled timidly, waiting for their teacher in peace. rescue.

Without the knowledge reserve to complete self-rescue, nor the ability to counter-kill.

So protect your own safety, cede the land if you can, and wait for an opportunity to take back the counterattack in one fell swoop.

When he took over the body again, the bright light made the student's eyes hurt a little.

Seeing the person cover his eyes subconsciously, Sheng Zhichun immediately continued with his treatment plan - put Xiaohuan.

The illusions that spirit bodies can weave are relatively single, and the rules are also single. It is easy to have some incompatible rules, leading to frequent conflicts.

And the illusion created by Xiao Huan is purely innate ability, the content and form of the illusion are derived from the dream, a dream that can make the souls with weak minds get lost in it, only needs Xiao Huan to sleep for a short time.

After waking up, with some spiritual power, Xiao Huan can produce many spores with hallucinogenic effects.

These spores are as thin as light smoke, which can make living or undead in an environment full of spores fall into a very real environment.

There is a time limit for the hallucinogenic effect of the spores, and there are also environmental restrictions for the hallucinogenic effect of the spores. Sheng Zhichun prefers to let Xiao Huan spit out a mouthful of light-colored smoke, and then the target will be pulled into the illusion.

When her strength improves a bit, Xiao Huan will be able to advance again, and then she will be able to control part of the illusion.

Killing people in an illusion is an economical and practical way.

The words were said by the junior sister, and Sheng Zhichun had never deeply understood the meaning of them. He only memorized them subconsciously when he heard the words for the first time.

Sheng Zhichun is the one who lacks spirit stones the most among his classmates.

It was okay when I was in the Zongmen Spiritual Realm, there was no shortage of spiritual energy, and the spiritual stones on hand could be replaced with contracted spiritual plants that consumed spiritual materials and fed to him without any scruples. Every time the contracted spiritual stone broke through a small realm, Sheng Zhichun was happy You have to break through a big realm like yourself.

He has no other hobbies, and doesn't like to pile up cultivation resources on himself. Sheng Zhichun also relies on the cultivation of contracted spiritual plants, and his cultivation base is firmly ranked in the upper middle level of the sect.

The wraith was unlucky and was pulled into a hallucination of fear.

The illusion directly reflects the most frightening part of the deepest part of the memory, because it is too frightening, so it seems that every part of the illusion is real.

Not just looking at the truth on the bright side.

When the soul body that enters the illusion begins to recall some details, the illusion will also change accordingly.

Even if you know it's fake, it can trigger the deepest fear in your heart and accelerate the collapse of your emotions and mentality.

What Wraith sees is the memory of his vague memory and fear from the bottom of his heart.

I couldn't see the faces clearly, I could only see the billowing smoke.

Resentment.

hate.

Why do you treat her like this!
Song Jingmo used his soul power to connect with Xiao Huan's soul power, and obtained part of the authority.

I couldn't see what happened in the illusion, but Song Jingmo was too good at associating, and based on these seemingly useless and inconspicuous clues, he deduced a conjecture that might be close to the truth.

Speculation cannot be relied upon as fact.Song Jingmo chose to verify his inference.

In the Beast Bead, Song Qingyan, who knew Song Jingmo's thoughts, handed over the Ninghunxiang in his hand.

The materials used in the soul-condensing incense are extremely precious, and every wisp of smoke after being ignited can be collected and auctioned off for a high price.

It is not a wise choice to consume Soul Condensation Incense when you are not sure or sure.

Song Jingmo took the Ninghun Incense, lit it, and waited quietly for the first wisp of smoke to rise, gathered the wisp of smoke in one place, and sent it to the nose of the bound prisoner.

The wraith shared the sensory part of the puppet's body, felt the breath of something good, and the puppet's nose couldn't help but suck.

The smoke was sucked into the body, and the resentful spirit quickly entangled with that wisp of smoke with this strand of his spiritual body.

There is something familiar about this smell.

The feeling after inhaling the smoke is also a little familiar.

The illusion, which is partially powered by the soul body pulled into the illusion, has also changed at this time, and the degree of reality has become higher.

Thick smoke filled the air, and there was a dead silence everywhere.It seems to be no different from the previous illusion.

Song Jingmo waited quietly, she was a bit of a gambler, but also a little confident.

The thick smoke lasted for a few minutes. Song Jingmo was about to daze when he saw a few memory fragments flashing by in the thick smoke.

The soul body's memory of this part of the memory is not enough to completely reproduce the illusion, or in other words, that part of the memory is not allowed to be reproduced into the illusion.

Therefore, the memory fragments that Song Jingmo saw were similar to short plays with sequence but not coherent.

what happened?

On the way back to the sect after completing the task, he passed a place, and there was a devil in that place.

She was taken away, and together with many women, fetal beads were planted in her body. Watching her stomach slowly swell, she was full of resentment and unable to break free.Fortunately, someone managed to escape.

The child was born, all the hatched children were taken away, and the remaining worthless woman ushered in the end of being burned to death with eyes full of death.

Many details are omitted.

Using Ninghunxiang may be able to obtain more details of the plot, but it is not necessary.

Song Jingmo sorted out the main plots of these three episodes, and connected the captured woman with the two spirits he met in the slaughtered village.

Three key words.

Lots of women.

hatched child.

The woman who was taken away.

Song Jingmo raised his head and drank a large cup of cool tea, trying to restrain the anger rising in his heart.

She thought, she knew the reason for the soaring resentment outside.

Innocent women were robbed and placed in a place where they were forced to bear children.Children are what the people behind the scenes want, and women who cannot continue to have children lose their value.

And so came death.

Song Jingmo had experienced the feeling of death, and had also been burned by fire. Almost instantly, she thought of how those women died in pain.

Is it fire?
No.

It's smoke.

The billowing thick smoke tortured them to death bit by bit, causing them to generate more resentment before they died, making them unable to obtain peace even after death, and became a tool in the hands of the culprit.

From that moment on, Song Jingmo became obviously silent.

Unexpectedly, knowing what she was thinking, he extracted that trace of resentment and put it in a transparent bottle the size of a thumb.

Song Jingmo looked at the bottle containing the resentful spirit, and felt a little familiar. The precious bottle in Nan Tao's hand seemed to be an enlarged version of her when she returned from Beixuan Lingyuan last time.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the wraith with a sharp voice will appear once in a while.

Mentally tense, everyone who seldom relaxed looked tired.

After distributing the new refreshing potion, Song Jingmo raised his sleeve and smelled the scent of the potion, and began to worry.

Trapped in the inn, although there is no danger yet, it can be said that he knows nothing about the changes outside.

Song Jingmo carefully folded his sleeves, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and the door of the inn was violently shaken, and everyone immediately entered a state of alert, with their hands tightly grasping their weapons.

With the second impact, the door continued to shake.

Everyone retreated a distance, almost touching the stairs.

After discovering that some students upstairs were being controlled by the spirit, the rest of the students moved to the lobby with compassion.

This is what they are more willing to choose. Under such circumstances, it is not so important to lose face.

Just as everyone was guarding against something that might break into the door at any time, a gust of cold wind hit from behind.

Song Jingmo bent down neatly and tugged one piece down.

Unexpectedly, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he drew out a golden bow and arrow from the void, bent the bow, and the spiritual power condensed into an arrow, and the soft light chased the direction of the wind.

There was a scream of pain from upstairs.

At this moment, the door of the inn was also smashed.

A strong wind blew in from outside the door, blowing the furnishings in the lobby upside down.

Everyone used their spiritual power to protect their bodies, and if they were blown by the wind, there would be bloody disasters at least, or they would turn into soul puppets without sanity on the spot.

The shopkeeper's face was extremely ugly.

His strength is not bad, but it is only the cultivation of Lingdi. The biggest reliance is the defensive formation that was set up when the inn was built. Now that the formation is suddenly broken, the shopkeeper can only think that there are ghosts among these people in the inn.

"The inn can't stay any longer. Take the jade token and evacuate to the dungeon." The shopkeeper said quickly, and quickly put away the valuable items on the shelf behind him.

The shopkeeper and the shop waiter took the lead, and Wu Yi stood in the rear, unexpectedly standing in the middle, guarding against sneak attacks from both sides.

A group of people moved to the original auction house with difficulty, only to find that the auction house was in ruins.

Just when they were dumbfounded, a figure protruded from one of the ruins, beckoning them to go there very quickly.

After safely entering the dungeon, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was told that the dungeon would send 100 people to the ground as sacrifices every day to appease the anger of the big man who manipulated the disaster.

Wu Yi didn't speak, just sullen, and after paying the one-day shelter fee for them, he contacted Dean Zhao who had previously avoided the dungeon.

After the two groups of people met, the information from both sides was collected, and Wu Yi knew that the management of the dungeon had undergone a major change.

The people he knew were no longer in the management, and all the power in their hands had been taken away. He was still arguing with the current manager about the sacrifice, and was severely injured. His life and death are currently uncertain.

Wu Yi's face was as dark as water, and after asking Dean Zhao to take care of the students, he left their temporary resting place.

Song Jingmo felt uneasy, and asked Dean Zhao if he could walk freely in the current situation of the dungeon, changed his attire, and took the unexpected white kitten to find a way to inquire about the news.

(End of this chapter)