soul repair

Guan Lingdao lowered his voice, and whispered cautiously: "Shangen."

The cleaning boy didn't look up.

"Shan Gen." Guan Lingdao suddenly felt that something was wrong, and called again softly.The young man's movements were a bit slower than before, and his face showed no expression at all. He was not like the young man who argued with him before, but rather like a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

Did he recognize the wrong person?

"Shan Gen, shouldn't you be in Donghua Village? Why are you here?" Guan Lingdao tentatively called out.

The boy's sweeping movements stopped suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Guan Lingdao blankly, he still didn't recognize him, but his expression seemed a little confused.He murmured in his mouth: "Dong... Hua... Village..." After finishing speaking, he stood in a daze for a moment, and seemed to have forgotten everything, blank, and lowered his head to continue cleaning.

Guan Lingdao was sweating finely as he looked at him with a frown.

I have a vague impression of Donghua Village, so it can be seen that this boy must be Yamane.What happened to him, why did he come to the Red Sandalwood Palace and become the servant who cleaned the prison cell again?I don't remember anything, like a puppet, what kind of drug was this boy drugged?

Guan Lingdao carefully dragged the chain to the boy's side, and whispered in his ear: "Shan Gen, your mother is still waiting for you at home."

The boy froze suddenly, and when Guan Lingdao turned to look at him, the boy stared straight ahead with wide eyes, as if he still couldn't remember anything, but the corners of his eyes suddenly became moist, and tears rolled down like beads.

"Mother..." He stood there stupidly.

Guan Lingdao lifted his heart and said softly: "Shan Gen, do you remember?"

The boy wiped his tears and lowered his head to sweep the floor. The broom swept the sewage out of the cell, and the tears kept falling.

Guan Lingdao was anxious, did he remember this or not?It was clearly a reaction to the word "mother", but it didn't look like she remembered it, as if she was crying unconsciously.

He must have been controlled by some kind of spell from the Red Sandalwood Palace. He forgot what happened before, and only wanted to do the thing at hand well.

Guan Lingdao didn't dare to speak out, and sat by the wall swallowing his anger.The boy lowered his head and swept out the sewage without saying a word, then knelt on the ground and wiped it with a damp rag, and carried out the moldy quilt on the wooden bed in the corner.

Guan Lingdao waited for the boy's gentle footsteps to go away, sat down in the corner of the cell, touched his chest, and found a piece of paper that was about to crumble.This is the "Dream" given to him by Huacaixing. The ink is stained black. When he rescued his elder brother earlier, he often used to see the life of the two of them. After returning, he forgot it and put it in his chest pocket.Now that he had nothing to do in the cell, he suddenly remembered this painting.

How did Ren Guanling escape back then, I wonder if it can be used here?

His head hurt a little, the black shadow on the painting slowly moved, and Guan Lingdao fell into a dreamland in a daze.

"Brother, let me sing to you." The little boy leaned against the wall and said to the other side.

"Well, come sing and listen." A gentle voice came from over there.

The little boy coughed lightly and sang aloud.It was a folk song from the Southern Dynasties, and it was catchy. His voice was immature, but the sound quality was good, clear and without noise, and it sounded very moving.

"It sounds good." The man over there praised generously.

"Brother, the man in black at the head has been treating you very well recently." The little boy lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable, "The way he looks at you makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

"Really? After guarding me for more than eight years, my feelings are always different." The man over there smiled, "Since when did you notice it?"

"It's been two or three months, and he always looks at you more every time he comes."

The little boy sat quietly and carved the little wooden figure. Suddenly, the gentle man's voice sounded again. He was obviously just talking, but the little boy couldn't hear what he said, and his head was dizzy.This feeling is very strange, the little boy couldn't hear it clearly, but Guan Lingdao could hear it clearly, and immediately mentioned it.

"Go to sleep, don't look at anything, don't listen to anything."

The voice was soft and soft, urging people to fall asleep, and the little boy passed out.

I don't know how long it has passed, the footsteps of outsiders are heard in the distance, and it is time to suck the soul every day.

"Why did he faint?" The leading man seemed a little surprised.

"You come in, I'll tell you when you come in."

This voice made Guan Lingdao's heart skip a beat.This was Ren Guanling's voice, but it didn't seem to be him. It was more seductive and frivolous than usual, instead of being gentle, it made people want to obey from the bottom of their hearts. Just the voice could make people want to move.

Guan Lingdao suddenly remembered the technique of obsessing the soul in the true formula.Yes, this is ecstasy!

He hasn't practiced the art of fascination so far, because he can't grasp the essentials.Moreover, it is not possible to ecstasy, and it is easy to be backlashed. The formula repeatedly emphasizes that using ecstasy on someone with a high cultivation level is tantamount to sending yourself to the guillotine.

For a long time, only the rapid breathing of the leading man was heard. "You all go out." He said to the others, "All go outside and wait."

Guan Lingdao's heart was miserable, and he could already predict what would happen next.No wonder Ren Guanling made him faint, because he was afraid that he would hear and see something, so he tried his best to stop him.

The leading man opened the cell door, and only heard the sound of the clothes being torn. Ren Guanling screamed softly and was pushed to the ground. Someone threw himself on him, panting like a dog. stop.

Ren Guanling's soft voice came: "Thank you, people with a little emotion are always easier to control."

There was a clang, and the people over there seemed to have escaped from the chains, and then his cell door suddenly opened. Guan Lingdao couldn't open his eyes, but his body was limply hugged and carried on his back. "Let's go out now." Ren Guanling's voice trembled, "I'll take you out now."

His body was shaking, and he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly. Guan Lingdao only knew that he was leaning on the warm back.Ren Guanling flew quickly, and the heavy door was pushed open, suddenly a bright light appeared in front of his eyes.Guan Lingdao closed his eyes and couldn't see anything, but the fresh air in his nose let him know that Ren Guanling had escaped with him.

"They escaped, chase after them!"

The sound outside was a bit caught off guard, and the whistling wind came from my ears, and I only heard two or three screams of pain from behind, and someone fell from the sky.

"He stole Brother Lian's magic weapon, call someone quickly!"

Guan Lingdao could hear Ren Guanling's rapid panting, and the noise behind them became more and more chaotic. Accompanied by the sound of gold ringing for some unknown reason, the people behind shouted angrily, "Why are there so few people?"

"There is an enemy, there is an enemy attack, and everyone goes to the front!"

"This is a criminal, kill to death!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sharp wind, and Ren Guanling's body suddenly dodged to the side. Warm blood flowed down the back of the neck and onto the little boy's face, sticking to his lips, moist, hot, salty and bitter.Ren Guanling's body was visibly sluggish, and he dodged around exhausted, but his body was injured for some reason, and he stumbled and fell on a piece of rushing water.

"Brother, today is a good day for you and me, it just so happens." Ren Guanling put his hands on his eyelids and looked down, "So you look like this, and you smile when you sleep. Everyone loves it."

The sound of chasing was approaching from a distance, furious and restless.Ren Guanling pulled the little boy to hide behind the stone, put his palm on his waist, and said slowly: "Brother, don't blame me, you will not be able to practice in any sect from now on."

After finishing speaking, there was a sharp pain in the sea of ​​qi in the waist and abdomen, and the pain pierced my heart.The little boy woke up immediately, before he could see anything clearly, his body was suspended in the air, he was pushed into the water, and fell down the tens of feet of waterfall in an instant.In the spray, I saw Ren Guanling flying out from behind the huge boulder, saying something, and a dozen swords pierced his body at the same time.

The little boy was submerged in the water, and before he could cry or think, he fell down the rushing water, his body hurt by the rocks in the water.Drowsily drifting with the current, a strange figure suddenly passed by on the shore.

"Don't sleep." A blunt and cold voice came from nearby.

Guan Lingdao opened his eyes immediately, the dark red sandalwood palace cell was still in front of him, he looked calmly at the man in purple clothes standing at the door.This man's attire was different from the purple-clothed altar master's, it was more plain, with half a mask on his face and a purple earring on his left ear, he was a red sandalwood envoy with neither high nor low status.

His back was already wet, and he quietly rolled up the "Dream" in his hand.

"What's that?" Before the words finished, the red sandalwood envoy had reached out and snatched the painting, looked down for a moment, and then tore it up, "Don't keep things that are prone to fire."

Guan Lingdao looked at him with a sneer, but didn't make a sound.Fortunately, the important things have been clarified, and it is useless to keep the paintings.

The red sandalwood envoy pointed to a black jar on the ground: "From now on, there must be no mistakes in absorbing and refining souls every day."

Guan Lingdao looked down, and there was a miserable cry of resentment coming from the jar, and he couldn't tell whether it was a mortal, a Taoist cultivator, or a soul cultivator.Everything is the same, no matter who it is, no matter how high it is, as long as it dies, it is just a lonely and helpless soul.

Guan Lingdao sat down with his head down, slowly channeling the spirit energy from the jar into his body, closing his eyes, and listening to the hatred of countless mourning spirits towards him.Yes, he is a soul cultivator, he sucked the souls of these innocent people, he is the chief culprit.

"If I don't want to do it, what can you do to me?" Guan Lingdao stopped suddenly, looked up with a pale face, and forced a smile, "My brother is not here, how can you threaten me?"

The Red Sandalwood Envoy looked at him silently: "It can't be done, if you don't want to, we can't do anything."

Guan Lingdao looked at him with a frown, feeling uneasy for some reason, and suddenly said: "You don't have to arrest anyone, let alone kill them, I was just joking. Isn't it just a soul sucking, what's so difficult about it?"

Suddenly, his eyes turned to the three-foot-high dark red pagoda next to him, and somehow he felt a trace of inexplicable discomfort in his heart: "What's inside?"

There seemed to be such a dark red pagoda in his memory, but it seemed as if he had deliberately ignored it, or was erased by someone, Guan Lingdao couldn't remember anything.Looking at it for no reason now, a cold chill appeared in my heart for no reason, as if it was not a pagoda, but a tomb where many innocent souls were buried.

The Red Sandalwood Envoy ignored him, and pulled in a man covered in blood: "Put his soul into the pagoda to refine his soul."