After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 37 The King of Hell smiles, life and death are unpredictable
  Tang Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

Tang Ling's consciousness was a little blurry when he first woke up. Tang Ling looked up at the familiar carved bed board for a while on the bed. It wasn't until his vision completely adapted to the bright light around him that his consciousness fully woke up.

She opened her mouth, but before she could shout, she touched Yao Yao's hand lying beside her.

Yao Yao, who was awakened by Tang Ling's touch, had a look of confusion on her face. After Ding Ding glanced at Tang Ling who was lying down and looking at her, he jumped up like a grasshopper.

"Miss, wake up! You have been unconscious for a day and a night!"

Tang Ling felt that such lines and scenes seemed familiar.

She tried to sit up and propped up the bed board with her elbows, but failed.

Yao Yao hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

"What's wrong with me?"

As soon as the words came out, his voice was hoarse and unbelievable.

Tang Ling stroked his forehead and felt a splitting headache.

This is probably what a hangover feels like.

"Miss, you fainted at the Alchemy Hall the night before yesterday!"

Danzong, medicine hall?
  Tang Ling felt as if these terms had just been heard before, familiar yet unfamiliar.

When her brain finally came to its senses slowly, she realized, "Oh, maybe she's too tired."

After all, that day involved flying with the sword and rescuing Lu Ren. In addition, she was mentally exhausted from many days of nightmares, and her iron-clad body couldn't hold on any longer.

"Did you sleep all day and all night?"

Tang Ling was still a little confused about the situation at this time, but the moment she heard about the medicine hall, something came to her mind.

"How is Lu Ren?"

She looked like "my idiot lady" all over her face.

"Elder Liu said that Miss Lu is fine - are you still worried about Lu Ren and don't look at what's happening to you?"

what happened?
  Tang Ling saw the worried expression on Yao Yao's face, and something flashed through his mind.

Before she could ask, Yao Yao spoke.

"Miss, do you know? You are under a spell!"

There was a loud sound in Tang Ling's mind.

"Who gave it to me?"

"It's the sect elder of the Fu Zhen Sect." Yao Yao's face was full of grief and anger, "It turns out that he couldn't see the young lady making his disciples look bad a month ago, so he ruthlessly cast a spell on the young lady!"

"What is the name of the elder of the Fu Zhen Sect?"

"Yan Zhen, miss, I told you, have you forgotten?"

"Tang Ling's spell is a type of intimidation that only occurs in sleep. Those who are under this spell will be haunted by nightmares as soon as they fall asleep and cannot escape. In severe cases, the evil scenes in the dreams will be taken seriously and they will not be able to distinguish reality. and dreams, ultimately leading to disaster.”

Liu San's voice suddenly sounded in my ears in my dream.

"As far as I know, the only people from the Lingxian Sect who can turn their fingers into pens and cast spells without anyone noticing, apart from a few elders of the Zhen Sect, are Yan Zhen."

Tang Ling couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality for a moment, and looked at Yao Yao dully.

"How do you know it was Yanzhen who cast a spell on me?"

"The young lady kept talking nonsense after she was unconscious that day. Senior Brother Song saw that something was wrong, so he asked Elder Liu to check it out for you. It was Elder Liu who said it."

Yao Yao's face was full of distress, "Elder Liu also said, Miss, that you can endure until now is really a miracle among miracles. It is difficult for ordinary people to endure this kind of spell for so long, let alone have to do it every day." Keep practicing."

The poor lady was stunned for a while.

She must not be able to believe that she was actually cursed a month ago.

The lady has really suffered a lot since coming here.

How heartbroken it would be for the master and his wife to know.

Yao Yao was wiping away tears and sighing, but suddenly Tang Ling grabbed an arm. Then she watched in confusion as Tang Ling nervously pulled up her sleeves. After taking a look, her expression seemed to relax a bit.

But she seemed to remember something again, and immediately raised her head and said, "Did I ever hit you in my nightmares in the past?" Yao Yao shook his head, "No, no, the lady never hit me. She always gritted her teeth by herself, so Liu The elder said that the young lady is really too tolerant. You don’t know that Senior Brother Song was listening at that time——"

At this point, the words stopped abruptly.

Tang Ling was originally surprised by the similarities between dreams and reality, but this sudden pause attracted his attention.

"Song Nan? What's wrong with him?"

Yao Yao hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took out a palm-sized mirror from his arms.

"Senior Brother Song didn't let me tell Miss. I want you to have a good rest, but..."

Tang Ling looked at the somewhat familiar mirror in her hand.

"This is... Lu Ren's sight glass?" Tang Ling took the mirror and looked around. Because Lu Ren took it out only a few times, he was a little unsure.

"How come this thing is in your hands?"

"This belongs to a handyman brother." Yao Yao recalled the fat boy yesterday who claimed to be Zhao Baoshan.

"There is something important here. When Tang Ling wakes up, give it to her."

The scene at that time was very chaotic. Almost all the disciples' eyes were focused on the young man surrounded by the crowd. Only he found her slightly sneakily and secretly pushed the sight glass into her hand.

"Senior Brother Zhao said that he had recorded what Senior Brother Song did with a sight glass. I think the important thing he said was the image of Senior Brother Song."

Tang Ling was slightly stunned when the familiar yet unfamiliar name appeared.

She just woke up from her sleep. What happened?
  Does this mirror belong to Zhao Baoshan?

Why did he use a viewing mirror to record Song Nan's image, and why did he hand it over to himself?
  However, these are not enough to offset Tang Ling's biggest doubt - what happened to Song Nan?
  Because of Lu Ren, Tang Ling already knew how to activate this sight glass.

"The young lady fainted at that time. When Senior Brother Song heard what Elder Liu said, he went straight to the Fu Zhen Sect."

Listening to Yao Yao's words, Tang Ling wiped his hand on the mirror, and the image recently recorded by the mirror appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

When Zhao Baoshan started recording the video, Song Nan had already arrived at Fu Zhen Sect, and it seemed that he had been there for some time.

I don’t know what angle and posture Zhao Baoshan recorded it from. From the mirror, we can clearly see that the vast courtyard of Fu Zhen Sect is crowded with male and female disciples.

The young man in black is carrying a long sword and stands as tall as a pine tree. He is surrounded by disciples in the center of the courtyard, facing the young man with a baby face on the long steps.

The elder of Fu Zhen Sect—Yan Zhen.

Although there were many people, everyone subconsciously held their breath. They looked at the young man in the center of the yard and saw the golden glow of the morning sun shining in his clear eyes.

"How are you doing, Elder Yan?"

The young man spoke in the silence, as gentle and polite as a normal meeting.

Yanzhen looked at the young man, his expression was quite normal at first, and he responded with a smile, "What, Xiao Nannan, do you have something to do with me?"

All the disciples let out low laughter.

The young man nodded, but did not respond directly, and then asked: "Elder Yan, do you still remember Article 132 of the Lingxian Sect Rules?"

Yan Zhen's smile paused, as if he thought of something, and the corners of his mouth gradually straightened, "Song Nan, what do you mean by this?"

"It seems that I remember." The young man's expression remained as usual. He looked at Yan Zhen and his next sentence was no longer a question.

"The spell on Tang Ling was cast by you."

he said.

This sentence was like a drop of water falling into a boiling pan of oil, instantly triggering a strong reaction from the disciples in the courtyard.

Suppressed whispers of exclamation sounded one after another in the courtyard, but these voices were quickly silenced by the increasingly lower air pressure between Song Nan and the two of them.

The smile on Yan Zhen's face has completely disappeared.

But on the face of the young man in black, a very faint smile slowly and subtly bloomed.

Accompanying this smile, the pair of eyes that were originally clear and clear in black and white, were quickly dyed with a layer of extremely rich black, like an abyss that even the eyes could not see to the end.

Looking at the young man standing with a smile in the mirror, Tang Ling had an inexplicable thought in his mind.

The king of hell smiles, life and death are unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)