The seat of rebirth is sick

Waking up from a dream again, it was midnight, and the wind was blowing violently outside. After a while, a thunderstorm struck, and there was another heavy rainstorm.The temperature plummeted, and Shen Jingbing, who had just been drenched in sweat, shivered.

There is too much rain this summer, and it is said that it will also affect the body remodeling work of the Demon King of Yuhun School, so he is also very worried.

Now he really couldn't fall asleep, so he took out the genealogy of the Qiang people again—he kept it with him and looked at it from time to time.He always remembered that he seemed to have seen somewhere before, how to copy the Qiang people's own abilities to others.

He couldn't accept the death of the Demon King again.If the devil really came back to life, and Shen Jingbing had to worry about this kind of thing day and night, then he would probably go crazy.This time I really realized that even if it is a demon, its life is quite fragile!

He had this idea several years ago, and now the devil has a chance to be reborn, so he might as well give it a try.

Sure enough, he found it, and said that he wanted to soak the congealed soul of this person in the blood of the Qiang people for 49 days, changing every day and hour.Until it is soaked, you can get that power.

The days began when he cut open the good flesh one by one, and then cut open the old scar with the pain.That's it.The black thing was soaked in his own blood, and he could vaguely see a little red.

Until the group of old men in Yuhun School asked him for the demon king's magic pill, he finally couldn't help but look at the situation angrily.

The group of pedantic old men led by Fu Ran looked very excited, as if the devil had come back to life.

Fu Ran had been waiting for Shen Jingbing at the door, and when he saw him from a distance, he went up to meet him: "Mr. Mr., did you bring the things?"

"Here." Shen Jingbing hurried away, and stuffed the magic pill into Fu Ran's hand, "Where's the person? Let me see!"

He knew that this kind of reshaping of the body could be done by himself, but he actually started to worry that this group of old men with questionable aesthetics would make the devil ugly.

But when he saw the face that he hadn't seen in person for many years, and suddenly overlapped with the hideous and blood-stained face in the dream, he almost cried.

"Mr. Shen, this old man and everyone have been perfectly restored according to the portrait of Lord Demon King, and there is absolutely no chance of any mistakes." Fu Ran seemed very complacent, and then pushed Shen Jingbing away to let him get out of the way.

Shen Jingbing is not in the mood to care about such trivial matters now.He is now immersed in the ecstasy of "the devil has really returned".The technology of this group of people is really not fake, it is really a miracle that this purely artificial body can still be exactly the same as the original one, lifelike!

"Is...is this all right?"

"No. But it is basically done, but the old man does not guarantee that the soul and the dissipated spiritual power of the lord can be fully recalled; before that, this is just a dead thing."

Seeing the disappointment on Shen Jingbing's face, Fu Ran couldn't bear it anymore: "Then what...Mr. Return the soul."

That still has to wait.

Shen Jingbing didn't know that he had to wait for a few more years, but now at least he had a real thought, he could always look at that clean face instead of a bunch of other things. There are no clothes and graves, and there is no blood stains, so he is not so afraid of death.

He raised his hand to caress the newborn face, and suddenly there was hope again.Shen Jingbing looked at Fu Ran: "Let's start."

The magic pill that was soaked in Shen Jingbing's blood from the beginning to the end was put into the half-open mouth, and the body automatically absorbed it.Judging by Fu Ran's expression, this is a good sign!

"It's done!" Fu Ran shouted ecstatically and ran out, and the people outside also cheered.Shen Jingbing couldn't feel any joy and wept, just happy.The originally slim hope suddenly became solid, now just wait, he will come back!

Shen Jingbing has immortality, what he lacks most is time, even decades, thousands of years, he can wait, after all, it is worth it.

That is the lover I think about day and night.

Zhang Tingzheng has a headache, this group of people are loyal because they are loyal, and they are dead brained, it doesn't make sense anyway, but they can't find a reason to punish them.

Speaking of which, he also misses the Demon King. He has never seen such a reasonable boss. Although he is sometimes stubborn, he is really kind to himself and others.So Zhang Ting would occasionally follow Shen Jingbing to the Yuhun School, and send his most sincere blessings.

"Go away, and sincere blessings. Don't you just want the boss to come back and share the workload with you?" Shen Jingbing and Zhang Ting supervised the work in front of the imperial mausoleum, watching the group of people carry the spare body of the devil into it .

"But I shouldn't have done it in the first place!"

"Mr. Zhang," Shen Jingbing didn't intend to wink at his remarks, "You are the Lord Demon King's right-hand man, and you should assume the responsibility of assisting the monarch. Come on!"

Looking at Shen Jingbing's sunny smile, Zhang Ting wanted to hit him.

"As the mistress of Lord Demon King, I can only give you the greatest encouragement, yes." Shen Jingbing gave some "encouragement" that deserved a beating, and turned to walk into the imperial tomb.

Zhang Ting chased after him: "This socialist harmonious society needs you and me to work together! You can't just abandon me because of the boss's affairs!" Originally, it was Zhang Ting, Shen Jingbing, and Zhang Yuqi who shared the demon world together. One of the excuses for the management affairs has now been dismissed, and the other has somehow escaped, and the whole situation is now entirely on Zhang Ting alone.He swears that the word *i must pull a back!

"Fuck you! It's as if you still remember a few words of the core values ​​of socialism!" Shen Jingbing really didn't want to talk to him any more. Now his mind is full of thoughts about the devil, and he is really obsessed.

He knew that his days ahead would be quite long.

In the imperial mausoleum, everything was almost arranged, and those people stopped and all retreated. Finally, the person saw Zhang Ting, asked him to pay him, and followed the others out.Now there are only these two live treasures left here, but they are silent, and the atmosphere is mysterious and dignified.

The deep corridor leads straight into it, and the sound of the soles of shoes grinding on the gravel ground echoes in it.No one spoke, it was eerily quiet.

Until entering the stone room where the demon king's body was placed, he saw a familiar figure wandering around the stone bed.

It was Lord Demon King who had disappeared for several days.For her behavior of abandoning him, Zhang Ting expressed that he could not forgive her, and even refused to ask her why she suddenly appeared here, and pushed Shen Jingbing out quite naively.

Zhang Yuqi lowered his head to observe the reshaped body with a very serious expression. It seemed to be very similar, and his old friends for many years did not question it.Noticing that someone was coming in, she raised her head and glanced at the two of them lightly.

"Sigh." She sighed first, and helped the devil tidy up the slightly messy skirt, "Is there too much room here? At least put something for him, it doesn't look so cold and scary."

"What to put? It's not good to be like this?" Shen Jingbing looked around, indeed, there was nothing but the stone bed and that person.But he didn't know what else to put here, the arrangement was so good that he was afraid that the devil would be too happy to go back here.

It's not auspicious to put a stele; could it be that there is a magic circle for summoning souls?

But Zhang Yuqi laughed: "You're childish, why won't you come back." She smiled, but she couldn't laugh anymore, and sighed again, "It's been so many years..."

After so many years, no one really let go.After a few years of dreaming, I realized that I can read so deeply by myself.

Countless days have passed since I went to the imperial mausoleum with a small lantern in the middle of the night to read the love letter I wrote that day, waiting for the Lord Demon King to manage the demon world has been too much trouble, already, 28 years.

The young man named Shuang Jiang sat in the study of Zhihua Palace, the fragrance of ink and deer saliva floated here together, and the smoke was lingering.

Shen Jingbing hurried over, stood at the door and took a few breaths, then walked in pretendingly.

He first saw the young man who was looking around and fidgeting restlessly, but he smelled a murderous aura that was forcibly suppressed in him - but it was not aimed at himself, it seemed that the man had a hostile aura in him.

Shen Jingbing sized up this young man in an instant. He looked sixteen or seventeen years old, but his temperament was that of a veteran who had been bloodied by countless people.Take a closer look, it's a human being, but it's still a demon cultivator.Shen Jingbing has been in the demon world for a long time, and he can tell the difference between the smell of people and the smell of demons. This is still this kind of mixture, which is easier to recognize.

He didn't know what such a professional killer came to find him for.Do sales?Ask yourself if you need to hire him to kill?

As soon as the young man saw Shen Jingbing, he hurriedly got up: "Yes, Mr. Shen, Shuang Jiang."

Ah? ? ?

Forgive Shen Jingbing for his short-sightedness. The ancients spoke concisely, but is it really necessary to be so concise that the subject, predicate and object can't even understand what they are talking about? !

"I don't know what to say, sorry."

The young man was a little flustered, and quickly explained his situation.Shen Jingbing felt that she might have understood the sentence "I can't speak, please forgive me".

This person is very good-looking, born like a crystal doll, but he has no expression at all, and he can't even speak a complete sentence.

Three no? ? ?

Shen Jingbing took off the mask on his face and put it on the table.Suddenly remembered the person's first sentence, and was stunned after the translation.

Shuang Jiang is another poor child with careless parents.

The name made him dazed for a moment—he had just come from the tombs of Spring Equinox and Lixia.It has become a habit of him to visit these dead people often.But that was something else.

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