soul repair

In the gloomy cave, the walls and floor of the cell are full of scratches.

"Where's Guan Lingdao?" The man standing at the door of the cell was alienated and noble, his face was white against the backdrop of his purple clothes.

"Qi Ziyi altar master, since he was injured last night, he has been sitting in that corner, neither talking nor eating." The red sandalwood envoy beside him pointed to the shadow sitting in the dark corner, "It seems like you want to die .”

"Is there a fear of life?"

"No, the wound on my body has been healed, and I can't die."

"Let him rest today, and continue to absorb and refine his soul tomorrow." The altar master in purple clothes turned to leave.

"Yes."

"What if I don't want to do this for you anymore?"

A man's voice came from the corner of the cell, his voice was almost indistinguishable and his hoarseness was slightly gloomy, as if he was laughing, but the laughter made people feel creepy.

"You really don't want to do it?" The altar master in purple clothes stopped.

There was the sound of chains being dragged in the corner, and the purple-clothed altar master looked at the dark shadow and stood up straight, slowly and step by step, walking up to him, and raised his face through the black iron railing.Half of the face was stained red by blood, the beautiful peach blossom eyes were bloodshot red, the thin lips were curled up, the childishness before disappeared, and the evil spirit was all over the face.

"What can you do with me?" He said maliciously, "Threat me with someone I know? Whose life is not life, killing anyone is killing."

The altar master in purple clothes looked at him silently. "That's good, you're upright." He said a few words, turned around and left.

At night, the torches burned the cell unbearably hot, hurried footsteps could be heard in the corridor, and the chains on the ground were dragging and shaking, as if a new prisoner had been brought in, and dragged all the way to the cell opposite Guan Lingdao.Guan Lingdao was sitting in the shadows in the corner, he didn't want to care about it at first, so he glanced lightly.

Suddenly, he jumped up like a rabbit and threw himself in front of the black iron gate, holding the railing with both hands.

The purple-clothed altar master stood at the door of the opposite cell, and turned around: "You said that everyone's life is the same, so this person's life must be nothing to you, we can treat her whatever we want."

The door was locked with a "bang", and the woman on the ground was lying on her side covered in blood, thin and unconscious, her pale and beautiful face was facing Guan Lingdao.

Guan Lingdao grasped the railing tightly with both hands, and said bitterly, "This has nothing to do with Cen Muyi."

"Really?" The altar master in purple clothes walked in front of him, only half a foot away from him, his face was covered in shadow, only his eyes were dark and terrifying, "Starting tomorrow, she will lose one finger every day. Finger Pulled out, and the toes and the teeth. That's all gone, and the hair, the eyeballs, the tongue—"

Guan Lingdao's lips trembled, his eyes flickered, full of hatred.

"When she turns into a lump of flesh and blood with no limbs, no eyes, no tongue, and still lingering, tell yourself that everyone's life is the same, and you have done nothing wrong."

Guan Lingdao sat down without saying a word.

The purple-clothed altar master also squatted down, pulled Guan Lingdao's hair, and forced him to look at the bloodless and delicate face opposite him: "The reason why she is locked up here is also because of you."

Guan Lingdao was like a wounded animal, struggling to escape. The purple-clothed altar master twisted his arm, pulled him hard, and pressed his face on the dirty and cold ground: "Your fate is different, Anyone who gets close will harm someone. Only those miserable evil spirits can be with you."

Guan Lingdao had nowhere to move his whole body, his tears and snot were mixed together.No matter how hard they struggle, it's useless. What they want, they will do whatever they want, regardless of human life, and they will not leave him any room.

In the early morning of the next day, the red sandalwood envoy brought over the black jar full of souls and the dark red soul refining tower.Guan Lingdao looked down, and crawled over like a walking dead, with messy hair like weeds, devouring the soul from the black jar.

"How is he?" The altar master in purple clothes asked standing at the entrance of the cave.

"Recently, he has been very obedient. He can do whatever he is asked to do, and he hasn't made any trouble." The Red Sandalwood Envoy replied respectfully.

"Well, as the Palace Master said, it was right to arrest Cen Muyi earlier." Ziyi Altar Master lowered his head, "Unfortunately, there is no way to kill Ji Qingyan."

"I don't know who saved him, it was probably Huacaixing."

The purple-clothed altar master rubbed his clean chin: "It's no big deal, the palace master is still in Wangnian Mountain, and he can find an opportunity to kill him at any time. The black-clothed altar master sent a message, Shangqing Palace is ready."

"Yes."

Guan Lingdao lowered his head, silently looking at the stone in his hand.It was the most common stone in the cave, fragile and ugly, just like him now, unable to withstand the slightest knock.Soul cries came one after another, coming from afar, and the surroundings were dark.Guan Lingdao had never seen what purgatory looked like, but he thought that the Soul Cultivation Cave in Red Sandalwood Palace might be purgatory on earth.

Cen Muyi on the opposite side was still not awake, his face became thinner and paler, facing Guan Lingdao impartially.

Guan Lingdao played with the stone in his hand, and the back of his hand had almost healed scars.He thought of the evil spirits roaring in the night, and his hands trembled slightly.There are so many souls nearby, how many are there?How many evil spirits are there?

He has calmed down now, as the altar master Ziyi said, his fate is like this.

There were gentle footsteps outside, and the door of the cell opened and closed after a while, and a little boy about ten years old walked in dully with his head down.Guan Lingdao licked his dry and chapped lips, his eyes moved slightly.He thought he had lost his feelings, but unfortunately he overestimated himself, and the fate of people is indeed different. Fortunately, these people don't know the relationship between Yamane and him, otherwise even this boy will be locked up.

Wasn't his elder brother protecting him like this back then?Could it be that Ren Guanling liked to refine souls from the very beginning?

【He's still young, let me refine the soul. 】

How many people have tried their best to protect him since he was a child, but now that he has grown up, it is time for him to protect others.

Yamane started from the door, sweeping the sewage on the ground obediently, and the only sound of the broom swiping was heard in the cell.

"Shan Gen, do you still remember your mother?" Guan Lingdao climbed to the door to have a look, then turned his head and whispered anxiously.

"Mother..." the boy repeated in a dazed way, and the teardrops in the corners of his eyes fell like broken threads, "Mother...dead..."

Guan Lingdao didn't expect him to have such memories, and said eagerly: "Your mother is not dead, I brought her back to life."

Shan Gen stared at him blankly, frowned in confusion, and thought of something else, tears rolled down his face: "Dead...dead...it's all my fault...I killed her..." He said with both hands Grabbing her own throat, clutching to death: "I killed her, I killed her..."

Guan Lingdao pulled his hand down violently, his face turned pale, and he was panting slightly.

Looking at the boy's tear-stained face, he suddenly felt suspicious.No, not right.Yamane seems to be different from the people in the Red Sandalwood Palace. Apart from Yan Wudao, the Ziyi Tanzhu, and the Red Sandalwood Envoy, the disciples in the Red Sandalwood Palace have no feelings, and they seem to have no thoughts of their own. Irritation turned into dementia.

For the former, he couldn't affect their emotions, but Yamane was different.

Yamane looked at him blankly, and after a while he seemed to have forgotten everything, and picked up the broom stiffly.

"Shan Gen, your mother, your mother is really not dead." Guan Lingdao pulled him back and lowered his voice, "Your mother misses you to death and is still waiting for you to come home."

Yamane was stunned again, half vague and half awake.

Guan Lingdao bowed his head and remained silent for a long time, then forced a smile: "Shan Gen, your mother knew that you were arrested, so she specially sent me to rescue you."

"Really?" The boy looked at him blankly, with an indescribable joy in his voice.

"Ah."

The thin wrists and legs were mottled with bloodstains, old and new, as if pulled out by rattan, layered and interlaced.There are so many scars on the exposed places, and there are probably more on the back and chest.Guan Lingdao lowered his head and played with the stone, pondered with his calm eyes, and asked softly, "How many black jars are there in this cave?"

Shan Gen lowered his head ignorantly, and snapped his fingers: "One, two..." When he counted to the tenth finger, he became confused again, and gestured with his hand: "Ten, ten, ten..."

"Ten in each row? How many rows in total?"

Yamane gestured to the eighth row, stopped in confusion, and just nodded.

Eighty black jars, there are actually eighty black jars filled with wronged souls in this cave.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps coming from far to near.

Guan Lingdao gritted his teeth and whispered in his ear: "Shangen, next time you come here, you sneak me a small piece of short incense, do you hear me? Be careful not to be seen by others, and hurry up if you see it." threw."

The boy nodded in understanding.

Guan Lingdao went to the corner where he often sat and lay down, facing the wall.Not long after, a man in black stood outside the cell and looked in, asking, "Why don't you clean? Do you want to be punished?"

Shan Gen picked up his broom, with a frightened expression on his face, he didn't dare to raise his head, and swept the floor obediently.The man stood at the door watching, turned around after a while, and bent down to the red sandalwood envoy who was coming from a distance: "The envoy."

The door of the cell opened with the sound of footsteps from far to near, and the red sandalwood envoy put the black jar and soul refining tower on the ground, pulled the boy by the collar and threw him outside.When Shan Gen fell to the ground, he let out a soft cry, swayed in pain all over his body, picked up the broom without saying a word, and rubbed his broken elbows and knees.

"Let's begin." The rosewood envoy closed the cell door.

Guan Lingdao faced the wall, turned around like a walking dead like usual, grabbed his messy hair, and threw himself in front of the jar like a dog being fed.The screams and screams in the jar were still horrific, Guan Lingdao didn't even lift his head, and put his hand on the small mouth of the jar, a tide of soul energy rushed in.