refuse to be a teacher

Underground blood pool

"In the very early days, he used Zhu Fengmen's soul-hunting illusion on me... If we want to investigate it specifically, it should start from the first encounter in Guli Town 20 years ago."

When Yun Zhehuan was four years old, he accidentally got lost outside Huye Town on the border of the Northern Territory, and was transported all the way to Guli Town at the foot of Lingtai Mountain in the Southern Territory.That's where, she didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune, she met that strange man who had a similar appearance to Xue Lanyin, but was extremely gentle at the same time.

The man saved her life and even put an end to her long-term vagrant life, which was no different from that of a beggar on the street.

For Yun Zhehuan, no matter how hard and desperate that period of suffering was, how warm and powerful the man gave her spiritual salvation.

——However, the good times didn't last long.

She didn't taste much sweetness. The man was chased and killed by Zhu Fengmen, and was completely annihilated by the overwhelming blue and black wandering souls in an instant. Since then, she has not found any information related to him.

It was Wen Pianhong's first time to activate the conjuring illusion with control consciousness on Yun Zhehuan, who was only four years old.

Afterwards, Yun Zhehuan told everyone the same thing—a large number of people suddenly appeared, breaking her peaceful and short-lived happiness.They surrounded the man in groups and took them away by force, without giving Yun Zhehuan any chance to react.

In fact, the so-called "a large number of people" is, in the final analysis, just an illusion fabricated by Wen Pianhong.

Yun Zhehuan was under the deep control of the soul-stirring technique, and produced extremely special nightmares and phantoms of everything in front of him—and the only thing clearly visible in it was the man's picture, which was similar to Xue Lan's. Pretty clean face.

The quintessential effect of the soul-absorbing illusion happens to be reflected in this point.

Wen Pianhong used Yun to cover Huan Huan's weakest and most fatal link in her emotions, forcing her to think about that face she couldn't ask for day and night, resulting in obsession in vain, and even gradually evolved into a morbid and crazy love.

She liked that person, so Wen Pianhong made her like him even harder.

So that the simple and simple longing developed to the end, and turned into anger, disappointment, embarrassment, and even mad hatred and jealousy towards others.

Love made her lose her mind too much, and it also made her ugly and hideous day by day.

"Until now, I have... not been able to tell who I... am in love with." Yun Zhehuan turned his head to the sky, as if sarcastically and powerlessly, "The control of consciousness by the soul-stirring technique is absolute... As long as I see that face, I can do whatever he says, without any room for resistance."

Yan Jue narrowed his eyes and looked at her in silence for a while.

In the end he asked: "How do you know...you're in an illusion?"

He originally thought that this woman, who was too stupid to be cured, would never find out what kind of dangerous situation she was in.

In fact, Yun Zhehuan always knew everything.The final result of the evolution of insanity is that she can no longer tell whether she is really crazy, or whether the illusion dominates her consciousness and forces her to continue madness.

"...I will hurt." Yun Zhehuan shook the chain in his hand and bullied Yan exhaustedly, "These things have grown together with my bones..."

——Just a little movement, the feeling of severe pain is enough to wake her up from the nightmare immediately.

Yan Jue stood silently among the blood rushing all over the ground, looking at the poor woman in front of her who was in a panic like a beast.

"The person you've been thinking about for more than twenty years is long gone."

Yun Zhehuan breathed heavily, and suddenly suppressed and said in a low voice: "...I know."

"Including that face, that pair of facial features—up to now, it only belongs to Wen Pianhong of Zhufengmen." Yan Hua said slowly.

Yun Zhehuan gritted his teeth slightly, the voice was almost torn from his throat.

She still replied: "I... know."

She couldn't tell whether she was sober or ignorant, as long as her consciousness was still wandering in her mind, she would never be able to get rid of the long-lasting phantom left by the insanity.

"I can't go anymore." Yun Zhehuan opened his eyes, letting the bloodshot and scarlet face merge into one, "The toxin of Jielong Seal... affects the whole body at a stroke. Once the iron lock is removed, the poison will attack the heart , I must die."

"Yan Jue, I don't want to see your face when I'm about to die." She said with a slumped smile, "Just take it as a gesture of kindness... Get away and don't let me see it, okay? "

Hearing this, Yan Jue inevitably smiled coldly: "You think I don't want to leave?"

Yun Zhehuan said: "If you want to leave, you can leave anytime."

"Is there any difference between dying on the ground and dying underground?"

Yun Zhehuan's expression froze for a moment, then he was slightly puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Wen Pianhong sent people to set fire to Changxing Residence, my master's remnant soul is gone, and no one in the world will know the final answer about the dragon-robbing seal." Yan bullied, "Now, the dragon-robbing seal is on your body. I ventured up to Mount Lingtai to find you."

"What are you looking for me for?" Yun Zhehuan mocked, "Are you looking for death..."

Yan cheated: "If you think that way, there's really nothing wrong with it. The Jielong Seal is in Wen Pianhong's hands, and I will die sooner or later, it's all the same."

Yun Zhehuan raised his eyebrows, and the dying face just now showed a bit of resistance with strong emotions for no reason.

"What does that have to do with me?" she said, "It's better if you all die, everyone, it's best if you die..."

Before the words fell, Yan Huaiyang slapped her dirty left cheek, and even shattered the reddish-brown blood stain that had condensed into a shell, revealing/covering the layer of silky blood under the shell. Lines, festering hideous skin.

"You bastard." Yan Jue's voice was steady, yet ruthless and decisive, "If it wasn't for the dragon robbery mark on your body, who would care about your life? Who would care about your life!"

Yun Zhehuan's head was buzzing from this slap.As if the long-suppressed grief, indignation and distress in her heart were squeezed out of the box once again, once again, her throat was ablaze, she bounced desperately, and shouted at Yan Jue: "I'm not your apprentice, Yan Jue... You must die!"

"You are not my apprentice, but if something happens to you, it will be my apprentice who will be harmed." Yan Jue stretched out his hand, and strangled her weak neck, "The Jielong Seal was cracked, and the legendary living sword was reproduced. People who can grasp what Wen Pianhong finally holds in his hands, what it will be."

"But listen, Yun Zhehuan..." Yan Jue twisted her ears, forcing her to hear every word and every tone in a sentence clearly, without missing anything, "Living Sword The people of the tribe can easily razed your Baiwu people in the Northern Territory to the ground with just one finger. If you find the authentic work according to the guidance of the riddle, and let Wen Pianhong taste the sweetness in the end, guess what, he killed me first, and then What will you do to the people behind you?"

Yun Zhehuan's eyes were wide open, and he was almost suffocated by him: "You...you let go...hand!"

"Don't you want to die?" Yan Jue asked, "I'll help you escape earlier, isn't it enough to make you happy?"

"You... you... let me go... let go..."

Yun Zhehuan opened his lips wide, desperately breathing in the humid and salty air around him.

Yan Jue was reluctant to let go of his strength for a long time, as if he had already been bored with the way she resisted.

He still wanted to say something, but the footsteps wading in the water behind him echoed, and a cold male voice sounded faintly from the ears of the two of them.

"Mr. Yan has something to say, but why did he do this to a weak woman?"

Yan Jue turned around indifferently, and saw a person approaching in a calm manner in the secret passage that he had just waded through.

The navy blue veil was slightly damaged, but those falcon-like eyes were indescribably sharp and cruel in the dark surrounding area.

"...She has never been sober, and it's not like the husband doesn't know about it."

From striding forward in the thick blood splashed all over the place, a series of unknown ripple marks were left behind the ankle in an instant.

Yun Zhehuan slightly raised his eyelids, and his empty and scattered gaze met him for a brief moment.

Yan Jue knew that he would never go far from the pillow, they were all on the same mountain anyway, and there was not much difference in their goals.

So the sudden appearance of the pillow at this time would not surprise Yan Jue in the slightest.

——On the contrary, he still managed to breathe a sigh of relief.At the very least, it was a blessing in misfortune that this fellow stayed where his eyes could see and did not go to harm his apprentice.

"Don't be eccentric here." Yan Jue said mercilessly, "Are you afraid that no one will expose the things you have done to her?"

Yun Zhehuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he looked at the pillow again, he was still smiling lightly, his eyes were simple, without any extraneous emotion.

——It has never contained any emotion, including love, including liking, even the little bit of family affection that is so pitiful.

It's been that way from the very beginning.

At that moment, Yun Zhehuan suddenly realized something.The man in front of her who grew up with her once held her in the palm of his hand and gave her unique care and doting like an elder brother.

——That was the only family member who was regarded as a confidant besides the family members with the same surname around her.

Until she saw his sad and near-death shadow from his eyes, which were clearly full of smiles, but as cold and resolute as a knife's edge.

"From...from the pillow."

This time, Yun Zhehuan no longer naively thought that Congzhen was here to help her.

"The ancient living sword clan, the rarest large exotic tribe in and outside the Central Plains, is the place where Jielong Seal first originated."

Never looked at Yun Zhehuan, nor Yan Jue.He seemed to be talking to himself, and at the same time, he seemed to be telling someone something, his tone was calm and indifferent, but his expression was so ferocious and distorted that it made one's heart chill.

"This bloodthirsty and fierce and cruel tribe advocates the continuous flow of blood, loves blood, and regards it as the most sacred and indispensable thing."

"The reason why Wen Pianhong kept the Jielong Seal here, and took fresh blood from outside the town day and night to transport it up the mountain is precisely because he firmly believed that the essence of the Jielong Seal was similar to that of the Living Sword Clan—they were also bloodthirsty , will also have an extremely excited reaction to the touch of blood."

"So the human blood transported from the black market all the way to Mount Lingtai was mostly used as food and fed to the poisonous skin on Yun Zhehuan's body that was stained with the dragon's seal."

"Including Mo Fuqiu, who is also one of the fodder that Wen Pianhong finally plans to throw into this underground pool of blood without the ability to resist."