Hell Emperor

Chapter 114 Nan Linghe - Life Experience

Suddenly being stared at by two people, Nan Linghe shrank his neck and whispered: "Brother Jie, Sister Mei, why are you looking at me..."

"Speaking of which, I seem to have never heard you mention the past." Ye Jie was a little curious, "The innate magical powers can be effective both before and after life. You are so lucky. No matter how you think about it, you have nothing to do with death. How old are you? So lightly, the soul entered the underworld? "

Nan Linghe lowered his head, bit his lips, looked gloomy, and didn't say much.

Ye Jie saw her disappointment and comforted her: "It's okay. I guess there is something unspeakable. I won't force you. Let's talk about it when you want to."

Hua Xiaomei glanced at Ye Jie curiously: "Speaking of which, Brother Jie, you only look like fifteen or sixteen years old. Why did you die at such a young age? Were you killed?"

"I, I starved to death." Ye Jie sighed, "There wasn't so much food to eat before, and there were many poor people who starved to death. Nowadays, the situation in the world has improved a lot. Under the rule of King Tang , Even if you were born into a poor family, at least you won’t starve to death like me.”

Hua Xiaomei laughed: "What kind of way to die is this? It sounds boring and not exciting at all."

Ye Jie was helpless: "How can there be so many exciting ways to die? By the way, how did you die?"

Hua Xiaomei said proudly: "The way I died was much more exciting than yours. I was scared to death. Unexpected, right?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Nan Linghe also leaned over with a curious expression and opened his eyes: "Is there anyone else who can be scared to death? How is that done?"

Ye Jie explained to her: "There is a kind of magic method of ghosts and immortals, which focuses on arousing the most primitive fear in people's hearts, thereby directly attacking the defense line deep in the soul. Once people are in a state of fear for too long, their souls will collapse and collapse. Death, also known as being scared to death.”

As he said that, Ye Jie glanced at Hua Xiaomei, who was quite proud of himself: "However, that kind of skill is quite advanced and cannot be touched by ordinary ghost cultivators. How did you get scared to death? Did you offend some ghost cultivator? ?"

Hua Xiaomei waved her hands and said: "Brother Jie is not entirely sure about this. Not only ghost techniques can cause this effect, but untrained mortals will also fall into deep fear when they are caught off guard and see ghosts at first sight. I’ve seen evil spirits that hurt people before, and I was scared to death on the spot.”

Hua Xiaomei stuck out her tongue, her pale face even more grim: "The ghost who scared me to death was a red-clothed fierce ghost. She was abandoned by her lover and trapped by love. She finally chose to hang herself and died. She turned into a ghost on the spot and collected her soul. All the ghosts were killed. Her strong resentment made her body visible to mortals, and her tongue was so long that I accidentally took one more look and was frightened to death by her. "

Nan Linghe trembled, hurriedly hid behind Ye Jie, and said with a bit of cry: "Oh... Sister Mei is scaring people."

Ye Jie was helpless and comforted her: "What are you afraid of? Aren't you also a ghost? It's not yet certain who scares whom."

Nan Linghe blinked, feeling that Ye Jie's words seemed to make sense, and said curiously:

"By the way, Brother Jie, didn't you starve to death? If you starved to death, wouldn't you look sallow and haggard? Why don't you look like this at all?"

Ye Jie explained: "Because I am not a fierce ghost. The appearance of the soul in the underworld will remain at the age of the Yangshou, and it will not change no matter how long it takes, but that does not mean that the appearance will remain the same as when it died. Even if The deceased who was beheaded or chopped in half can still have a normal body after their souls return to the underworld. Only evil ghosts with resentment will remain in the same appearance as when they died tragically. "

Nan Linghe showed an expression that seemed to understand, and glanced at Ye Jie, and then at Hua Xiaomei beside him, and couldn't help but said: "Brother Jie, Sister Mei, why are you so calm when talking about the past... Shouldn't that be a very sad thing?"

Hua Xiaomei waved her hand: "Death is indeed a sad thing, but those are the past. No matter how unwilling you are about the past experience, what can you change? It's better to accept it calmly."

Ye Jie also agreed: "It is our past experiences that have made us who we are today. For ghosts, death is just a major turning point in life and the last farewell to the world. Every ghost is different The way to die is not to dwell too much on the past.”

After listening to what Ye Jie and Hua Xiaomei said, Nan Linghe nodded, showing a somewhat thoughtful look. After a while, he finally spoke: "Brother Jie... do you want to know how I died?" ?”

Ye Jie looked at her with concern: "If that kind of death makes you feel uncomfortable or deeply sad, you'd better stop talking about it. I don't want to remind you of sad memories."

Hearing this, Nan Linghe just shook his head: "Brother Jie is right. Now that I am no longer alive, what else can't be let go? Both Brother Jie and Sister Mei are so calm about death, and I will too. It’s only right to learn from you.”

Hua Xiaomei moved a stool and sat down, her eyes full of anticipation: "You have such a special talent and magical power. If you ask me, your way of death must be extraordinary, and it must be more exciting than my way of death."

Ye Jie was quite helpless: "You should expect something good."

Nan Linghe also opened up his chatterbox and said: "It starts with my father... My father is a famous blacksmith from all over the country. He has made many sophisticated weapons for the generals. When he was young, , he once followed his master to complete the commission of General Li Jing and build a magical iron tower, so he received a generous reward. Although only a small part was given to his father, it was enough to ensure that his family had no worries about food and clothing. "

Hua Xiaomei raised her eyebrows slightly and said with some surprise: "Li Jing is a famous general of Li Tang. He is the reincarnation of an immortal in the heaven. He used to cause trouble to the master of Guangwang Palace. The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his hand to suppress the demons is a magic weapon. A treasure of weapon level, I didn’t expect it to have such a connection with your father.”

Ye Jie nodded: "Sixth grade reincarnation, into an Ankang family, but what happened after that? Could the cause of your death be related to your father?"

Nan Linghe pursed his lips and said: "If a blacksmith wants to create a seventh- to ninth-grade spiritual weapon, or even a fourth- to sixth-grade magical weapon, his own skills are not only one thing, but more importantly, they are used to create magic weapons. As long as the materials are good enough, there is no need to worry about making excellent magic weapons.”

"When I was a child, I would often sigh when I saw my father, saying that my craftsmanship in making magic weapons was definitely not bad, not much worse than those of the royal blacksmiths, but I just suffered from not having enough good forging materials, so I couldn't prove myself. At that time, I regarded my father as I kept his words in my heart, and I wanted to help him. Maybe God heard my thoughts and asked me to pick up two pieces of black iron from the mountains and take them home..."

Ye Jie twitched the corner of his mouth. The black iron that an ordinary blacksmith could only dream of was picked up by Nan Linghe. Sure enough, the lucky star in his life was extraordinary.

"After getting the black iron, my father was ecstatic. Using the two pieces of black iron, he successfully created a ninth-grade spiritual weapon and sold it for a lot of money. In those days, the house was full of laughter and joy."

Nan Linghe's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with a look of reminiscence: "When I saw him so happy, I was naturally happy for him, so I picked up a few pieces of cold iron and copper essence from the mountains and went back, thinking I could get him. The praise turned out to be the beginning of a nightmare.”

"My father saw something extraordinary about me, and because he was worried about my safety, he stopped letting me go out for even a step. Instead, he locked me up in the courtyard of his house, waiting only for his forging materials to be used up. , so he asked me to go out to look for him. I told him that I was tired and wanted to go out for a walk, but he ignored me and instead added two locks on the courtyard door. "

"A few years passed like this. One day, he insisted that I help him find the meteorite. I heard that he had received a big mission from a certain general, so I took him everywhere to look for it..." Nan Linghe's Her voice became softer and quieter, and in the end, Ye Jie couldn't even hear what she was saying.

Ye Jie asked curiously: "Meteorite... that is the rarest mineral material. It must come from a falling star from the sky. Have you found it in the end?"

Nan Linghe nodded: "I found it... It was a falling star bigger than the Wine Country, and it killed both my father and me in one fell swoop."

"What?" Hua Xiaomei couldn't help it, "You mean, the cause of your death was being hit by a falling star? What kind of death is this?"

Ye Jie thought: "It's not painful to be killed by a falling star. At least it's better than starving to death..."

Hua Xiaomei sighed: "It would be difficult for ordinary people to find a falling star, let alone being killed by a falling star. Miss He's death method is much more exciting than that of me and Brother Jie."

Mentioning the past events, Nan Linghe lowered her head, with a bit of disappointment in her eyes. After she came to Hades, she had never mentioned these past events to others. She heard Ye Jie say:

"Now I understand why you were so scared when I first met you. You can rest assured that what happened to you in the past will not happen again today. Only your own wishes are the most important. No People will force you to do things you don’t want to do.”

Ye Jie's soft comfort came to his ears, and Nan Linghe looked slightly disappointed, and then he slowly got better.

She stared at Ye Jie beside her, her eyes gradually becoming gentle and bright.

Looking back on his previous experiences with Ye Jie, every time, he carefully confirmed that it was his own wish and that it was what he really wanted to do before he allowed himself to show his abilities and never forced himself to do anything.

At that time, Ye Jie clearly didn't know about his past experience, but it happened that the respect he showed still won his trust.

Maybe in the past, there were people in the world who were covetous of their own talents and magical powers, and just wanted to take this good luck as their own, and they would not hesitate to deprive themselves of their freedom. But now, with Ye Jie here, that kind of thing will not happen again.

"Brother Jie, thank you..." Nan Linghe mumbled.

"Why are you thanking me? Speaking of which, I want to thank you. Without you, I might not even be able to pass the Yulan level at the beginning..." Ye Jie said with emotion.

After clearing her thoughts, Hua Xiaomei was also very moved: "I didn't expect that Miss He still had such a regrettable past. Now I finally understand what Brother Jie meant by his previous warning. Sure enough, he was trying to take the auspiciousness as his treasure." Those who own it will not end well in the end. This time it is my fault.”

"As long as you understand." Ye Jie replied.

"Speaking of which, since Miss He intends to win the championship in the Talisman Making Competition, then things should be certain, right? After all, this is her own wish." Hua Xiaomei reminded, "Let's take a look at the Talisman Classics that we just got. Since this tome was summoned by Miss He’s good luck, I believe that the way to victory must be in the tome!”

Hearing this, Nan Linghe also cast curious eyes on the classic.

I don’t know what kind of intermediate spiritual talismans are recorded in this classic book sent by Xuancheng?

Put the classics on the table and the three of them read through them together.

Although Ye Jie is not familiar with the art of talismans, he can still understand the basic descriptions in the talisman classics, such as the effects of talismans, how to use them, etc.

"Hmm... Intermediate spiritual talisman, rain talisman? It is indeed an intermediate spiritual talisman. The effect is several levels stronger than the low-level spiritual talisman. The target is no longer limited to a single creature, but is replaced by a ten-mile radius field, which is enough to summon a fight. heavy rain."

Seeing the effect of the spiritual talisman, Ye Jie was a little surprised. Intermediate spiritual talismans could bring such effects. If replaced by high-level spiritual talismans, how strong should the effect be?

"The rain talisman... the difficulty of drawing this talisman is more than ten times higher than the soul protection talisman. There are only a few days left before the talisman competition. Miss He can really draw it in such a short period of time. Can you learn the rain talisman?" Hua Xiaomei asked with some confusion.

Hearing this, Nan Linghe also had some doubts about her own strength. She clutched the corner of her clothes, her courage seemed to slip away, and her confidence was drowned by the voice in her heart.

Just as she was hesitating, she heard Ye Jie beside her say: "Don't worry, luck is your strength. As long as you do what you want to do from the bottom of your heart, you will get it in the end."

Encouraged by Ye Jie, Nan Linghe suddenly became motivated, with a determined light in her eyes. No matter how difficult it was to make the rain talisman, don't try to stump her: "Brother Jie, don't worry, I will I will definitely win back the Spiritual Mind Stone for you."

Ye Jie smiled, reached out and patted her head. Nan Linghe took the classics and began to read them actively and optimistically.

Compared with the two of them, Hua Xiaomei frowned slightly, her heart still full of worry.

The rain talisman, after all, is just an intermediate spiritual talisman.

Among the contestants of the Talisman Competition, there are many well-known Talisman Masters. A mere intermediate Talisman might not be able to make it into the mainstream.

Even if Nan Linghe made a mutant talisman, can he really become the final champion with the quality of the rain talisman's intermediate talisman?

Hua Xiaomei expressed doubts about this, but seeing that both of them had an optimistic attitude, she did not say anything to discourage them, but helped Nan Linghe to study the talisman classics together.