Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

No one knew that what Bei Yi said in the martial arts tournament was all lies. What he did was just to blame all the evil deeds on himself. Only when he faced Han Ziyu with a sword in hand would everyone transfer their anger to himself.

He doesn't want Han Ziyu to die in the mud with him, he wants him to be a god, a saint, a bright moon in the sky, a refreshing breeze, and a sweet spring, instead of being reviled by the world with a rotten person like him.

Liu Haisheng was not his instigator, but that person wanted to destroy him if he could not get Bei Yi, so he did whatever it took to frame the master and the disciple.

A few days ago, Bei Yi personally sent Liu Haisheng into the Demon Locking Tower, allowing him to experience the taste of purgatory as a mere mortal.

Liu Jie also broke up with Liu Hai and followed Han Wuchou wholeheartedly.

Bei Yi took Han Ziyu's body back to the mountains and forests. In order to keep Han Ziyu's body from rotting, he cut his wrists and bled out every day to nourish his body.

Except for the moments of bloodletting every day, he almost lived in a fantasy world, repeating his past with Han Ziyu over and over again.

Recalling their meeting in Tianlan Haicheng, recalling him being whipped by Han Ziyu, and recalling the time when the Master jumped into the lake to fish him out in the Poison Valley.

After Han Ziyu lost his memory, he only had the mental capacity of a nine-year-old to teach himself how to whip.

Thinking of his master using psychic skills for his own sake and sharing his pain.

Thinking back to those years when I soaked in hot springs and tasted delicious food with Master, Master was so drunk that he became drunk after just two glasses of wine.

Thinking of Wanxu Mountain, Han Ziyu massacred several people and was imprisoned to save herself.

They went to Northern Xinjiang, Lover's Valley, Wuwanghai and Tianzhiya together. He once stabbed Han Ziyu and even ruined his innocence because of Xiao Lin.

Han Ziyu, I was wrong. It doesn’t matter if you hate me or you don’t love me. I want you to come back. As long as you come back, I can do whatever you want.

In the illusion, Bei Yi knelt in front of Han Ziyu and pulled his sleeves: "Master, I was wrong. Please look at me, okay? Don't leave me, don't leave, please don't leave, okay?" ? It’s the disciple who is wrong.”

Qingqing guards Bei Yi, who has been sleeping for several months, and uses demon power to maintain the illusion.

Bei Yi used Li Xuan to connect his bloodline with Han Ziyu's, blending his own blood with Han Ziyu's blood, urging the blood to flow in Han Ziyu's body to ensure that his body would not rot. After everything he had done, he completely entered Fantasy.

In the past six months, Quqing has called Bei Yi in the illusion countless times, but he refused to come out.

Qing Qing set up a barrier around him to prevent anyone from harming Bei Yi in the illusion.

One day he woke up, holding the heaven and earth in his hand, and dug out the inner energy, trying to use Han Ziyu's inner energy formation to attract his soul, but he couldn't gather anything after several days of gathering.

When Su Qing found him, Neiyuan was outside his body, and he fell unconscious and vomited blood.

Shuqing reintegrated the inner energy into his heart, and then found elixir to heal his injuries.

Unexpectedly, he immediately put out two large bowls of blood after waking up: "This blood is enough for two months. Remember to sprinkle the blood in the ice coffin every evening. Don't forget it."

He left and took Tian Qiankun to search for Han Ziyu's soul in the ends of the earth. Half a year later, he came back in despair, guarding Han Ziyu's body day and night.

He spent all his spiritual power to create a wonderful dream for himself. The dream was the best years between him and Han Ziyu. He lived in a nightmare day and night.

Three years later, he woke up, tore off Li Xuan, which connected the two people's blood, and asked over and over again: "Han Ziyu, you don't want me anymore, do you?"

"You left me behind after all."

"You're not going to die. Where did you go?"

Bei Yi hugged his body and lay in the ice coffin. He even wanted to have sex with his body, tearing off his clothes and shouting: "Get up and scold me, slap me. Look, I am humiliating you and hurting you. Open your eyes and look at me!!"

Before he reached the last step, looking at Han Ziyu's bloodless face, he immediately gathered up his clothes, stepped back from the formation, and slapped himself wildly: "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry, I won't touch you, Master, please don't." Angry, can you wake up quickly?"

He put on Han Ziyu's clothes and lay on him, smelling the faint fragrance of lotus leaves on Han Ziyu's body, with tears in his eyes: "Wake up and say a few words to me, please."

"The night is beautiful today. Don't you love admiring the moon? Didn't you promise me to go to Paris together? Your favorite spicy food is there."

"Zi Yu, I was wrong. I was wrong. Can you wake up and take a look at me?"

When Su Qing came, he looked at Bei Yi helplessly: "Immortal respect him, his soul is gone and he can't come back. Maybe a few residual souls will go to the underworld."

Bei Yi walked out of the ice coffin and looked into the distance. Winter was over and everything revived in spring: "I want to find him."

"Master, you?"

"The blood contract between you and me has been broken. Our lives are no longer connected. After I leave, bury him and me together."

Qing Qing: "Master, maybe there is still a way to save the Immortal Lord."

Bei Yiru grasped at straws: "What can I do?"

"Go to the underworld and find Pluto. He can make up for the remaining souls of people."

He worked hard to escape from the underworld, but now he has to return to the underworld, and he has no way back to the underworld.

"When you are about to die, light the Resurrection Grass. The Resurrection Grass will keep the three souls in the body. The messenger from the underworld will come to catch the soul. At that time, the seven souls can follow the messenger back to the underworld. But there is only seven days." Suqing said.

"Seven days?"

"You must come back within seven days, otherwise your soul will be shattered and there will be no chance of survival."

When he was in the underworld, the Netherworld Department he was in charge of was responsible for guarding evil ghosts and evil spirits. The other kings looked after monsters, livestock, children, etc., but they had never heard of a place for remnant souls.

Thinking about how difficult it would be to find Han Ziyu's remnant soul in the underworld within seven days, if he could find Hades, there might be a chance of recovery.

Qingqing: "The Resurrection Grass can only be effective in extremely cold places when it is blended with the sparks of stars."

He does have a Star Sparkle, and the Resurrection Grass, he still needs to go to Northern Xinjiang.

When he came back again, he was dragging his sick body and holding the resurrection grass tightly in his hand.

Qing Qing looked at him helplessly, if he had known it was today, why would he bother with it in the first place? When would the struggle end?

……

At night, he cut his wrists and bled himself, and the blood flowed into the barrel. As the blood flowed more and more, Bei Yi's vision gradually became blurred, and the sounds in his ears became increasingly distant.

Su Qing immediately lit the Resurrection Grass and placed it in front of him: "Master, don't look back, keep walking, I will guard you and protect you."

Bei Yi felt like he was about to die, his whole body was weak, and his soul slowly left his body.

He heard the sound of chains rubbing on the ground, a woman crying, and some old people lamenting.

His soul flew away uncontrollably.

"Huh? Isn't this person on the list?" said the messenger who was wearing black clothes and couldn't see his face.

Another messenger in white grabbed the directory, flipped it left and right, and asked eagerly: "What's your name?"

"Bei Yi."

"Bei Yi?" The envoy in white turned over it several times, "Although I don't have your name, since you are dead, just follow the team."

The messenger picked up the chains and tied Bei Yi's hands: "Don't even think about running away."

Bei Yi looked at the dozens of people in front of him. Some were covered in blood, some had half of their heads left, some were missing arms and legs, and there were still unformed babies. Some had their intestines leaking out, holding their stomachs and following the team. .