Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The people hanging upside down above their heads were talking one after another.

They sounded like countless echoes, echoing each other, and laughed softly again, the laughter swaying near and far in the creaking of the rope, getting sharper and sharper, and finally it seemed that the entire forbidden area was laughing. .

The laughter continued for a while, and then stopped abruptly when Tiansu Shangxian's face was not good-looking.

The entire temple fell into a dead silence in that speechless gaze...

Although the scene was extremely weird, it didn't prevent the devil from finding it funny.

Wu Xingxue stopped smiling before Xiao Fuxuan looked over, and asked earnestly, Who are you?

The sling swayed, and those people turned slowly. Because they were hanged for too long, their bodies, necks and even faces were stretched so long that it was difficult to identify them.

us?

Who are we?

Hahahahaha.

When they heard the question, they laughed again for some reason, stopped abruptly after a moment, and whispered in a whispering voice—

We are dead.

Nonsense, we're still alive.

Then both die and live.

Hey……

I don't know who sighed faintly, and everyone followed with a long sigh, one after another, making people extremely uncomfortable.

Wu Xingxue frowned, feeling that these people were different from the demons, feminists, and even the people who had been summoned in the Great Compassion Valley he had seen before.

The inferior evil demons can't speak, Chaos Chaos seems to be ignorant, and only knows how to be hungry and eat. Those who are powerful are no different from people. They learn from living people to mix the real with the fake, and they can't tell the difference without any ability. As for the people who were summoned and harmed, when they were not exposed, they spoke clearly.

This was the first time he encountered such a thing, and it was really hard to chat.

What are they? Wu Xingxue tugged at Xiao Fuxuan and asked quietly.

I don't know. Xiao Fuxuan said.

There are many rare things in the world, with different shapes and spirits, and it is impossible for gods to see everything and recognize them at a glance. Tiansu Shangxian is very talkative, and he doesn't like to use empty words. He only conjectures things that cannot be determined. Asking is I don't know.

This habit has been well-known in Xiandu for a long time, but it is always broken by the same person.

Then you are talking nonsense. Wu Xingxue said.

Xiao Fuxuan: ...

Xiao Fuxuan: Bind.

Wu Xingxue: Oh? What is that?

This devil had the appearance of Shangxian is really powerful, and listened to it.

Gongde Tiansu Shangxian broke the jar and said, Mortals revolve around life and death with their spirits, and when they die, spirits enter the next round. Flowers bloom and fall, and the cycle repeats. But spirits and physical bodies are not always the same. Yes. Some people have died physically, but because of their promises, their obsessions have not disappeared, and their spirits have not left for a long time, and they still live like a living person. The soul is bound for some reason, and if it cannot be freed, it becomes a bondage.

Xiao Fuxuan said, Looking at their appearance, they look a bit like He Tie.

Wu Xingxue felt okay when she heard Zhi, after all, she was obsessed with herself and didn't want to leave. When I heard Bound, my expression faded...

He thought for a while and asked, The soul is bound, what about the body?

Xiao Fuxuan said: Where they are always, they can't leave without dying, and it's very difficult to tell.

Wu Xingxue: You think it's hard to tell? Why? It's not like a dead person, there's no corpse aura?

Xiao Fuxuan recalled the few bonds he had seen, and explained: Those tied bodies are always immortal, and they don't know what happened to them. Over time, they will deceive themselves.

What kind of deception?

They'll grow over and over again.

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment: You mean...the body fell from the baby and grew again?

It doesn't have to be a baby, and it doesn't have to be old. It's different.

Wu Xingxue thought about the situation, and he did have a strange feeling - a body without even a soul, it was no different from a walking dead, but he could be caught in the pile of living people. He has a process of growth, he will change his appearance with the years, and he will chat and laugh with people.

It's really hard to tell a fairy... Wu Xingxue said, It's someone close to you, maybe you can find it in a few decades.

But the person who finds it, I am afraid it will scare Half-Life!

Just imagine the person next to the bed, or the relatives in the family, or the neighbors right and left, who used to meet and laugh every day, but one day suddenly realized that he might not be alive for a long time... How many ordinary people can bear such a shock?

However, the most painful should be their own.

Wu Xingxue suddenly felt that these hanged people were a little pitiful, he raised his head and asked, How long have you been hanging here?

Those people turned in the wind, suddenly turning their backs to him, then slowly turning to their fronts. Because of their upside-down relationship, the corners of their lips were pulled to either side of their cheeks, like a strange, uncontrollable smile.

I...I don't remember.

It's been a long time, it's been a long time.

Nearly a hundred years?

Wu Xingxue thought: No wonder these people hanging upside down are talking like that, one time they say they are alive, and another time they say they are dead, but they are mumbling. Anyone who has been detained in a ghost place and held in such a ghost place for more than a hundred years, I am afraid that it will be so chaotic and muddleheaded.

Then where were you originally born? Wu Xingxue asked again.

He actually didn't have any hope, and he didn't think that these people could say why, and they probably answered forgot or don't remember.

Who would have guessed that they actually opened their mouths--

Langzhou.

Guizhou.

Xiyuan people.

At the foot of the immovable mountain.

...

The various answers were overwhelming like a tide, and the big devil heard his head buzzing.

Okay... Wu Xingxue said, I see.

In the whole world, you are everywhere.

Wu Xingxue pondered in his heart.

This is a temple, and it is easy to remind people of offerings, offerings, and the like. These spirits bound here are used for this purpose in eight or nine out of ten cases.

He also wanted to ask who bound you here and why did he choose you? He was about to open his mouth, but was stopped by Xiao Fuxuan.

Tiansu Shangxian seemed to be able to see through what he was thinking, and took the initiative to say: Some can't be mentioned, such as...

He paused for a moment, turned his head to Wu Xingxue's ear, and said in a low voice, The Resentful Lord.

Wu Xingxue: ...

He knew this was something he didn't want those hanging upside down to hear, but...

The devil closed his eyes, and after a while asked, Why?

Xiao Fuxuan's indifferent voice is still very low: It's easy to provoke resentment when you mention it, and this forbidden area has not yet been understood, so it is not appropriate to act rashly.

Demon: Okay...

He listened to the words honestly, and when Xiao Fuxuan stood up straight, he closed his cloak, and the fox fur covered most of his ears.

When the two were whispering, those people hanging upside down on the beams were still slowly swaying, no matter how they moved, those eyes were fixed on the two people who broke into the forbidden area. The ends of their eyes are drawn long, and when seen from the corners of their eyes, they look gloomy and focused.

They watched for a while, and several of them suddenly shook their shoulders.

Then, more people moved quietly - they saw countless flesh-colored twigs silently drooping down from the dense crowd, like an upside-down jungle.

If you look closely, you can see that it is not actually a branch, but an elongated arm that is boneless.

Those people slowly opened their mouths, and those arms moved like snakes, reaching out to the two of them.

The whole temple is still very quiet, and the person who is talking seems to be unaware, and has not even turned his head.

The big devil said seriously: But I still have a question.

Xiao Fuxuan's eyes moved slightly: Speak.

What if someone provokes them first? The devil asked calmly.

Then only... kill. Xiao Fuxuan said, his thumb raised the hilt of the sword, and the long sword drew an extremely beautiful arc in his hand. Ling Lie's sword qi exploded in anger at that moment, forming countless paths. Cut wind and cold blade.

He didn't look back, and the cold blade swept away.

I heard countless poof sounds at the same time, and the thousands of long arms like vines could end up behind the two of them, only a millimeter away, but no longer close-they fell in the shrill screams. all over the place.

The next moment, those cold blade swords turned, with extremely strong killing intent, and went straight to the people hanging upside down.

They twisted crazy but could not escape at all. When Han Mang was about to wedge into the top of his head, he could not suppress it: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

However, those cold beams stopped at the moment they resisted their scalps!

They could clearly feel that they were about to be stabbed in pairs, but they didn't see Jianmang take a step closer. The feeling of waiting was the most tortured. The grinding made them tremble all over, and even the ropes creaked.

I finally waited for someone to come and want to catch and hang them up and replace you? Wu Xingxue raised her head and asked.

...

The people were still shaking, but said nothing. The entire temple was dead silent, representing some kind of acquiescence.

Wu Xingxue wasn't even angry. He obviously had not encountered this kind of scene a few times, but he had an inexplicable sense of strangeness. Those who were stuffed into the boy statue were like this, and so were the spirits who were bound here, always trying to find some other unfortunate person to replace them.

It's just unfortunate that they found the wrong person.

Wu Xingxue glanced at Xiao Fuxuan and asked, Can I do a business with them?

Xiao Fuxuan: ...Did I stop you?

Wu Xingxue raised his face again with satisfaction: Let's do it, stay here for a long time and become familiar with it. You honestly tell us the situation of this forbidden area, and we will try to find a way to release the spirit binding for you. already.

Who knew that those faces slowly looked at him: You can't solve it.

Wu Xingxue asked, Why are you so sure?

Those people stretched their necks, stared at the sword lights carefully, and repeated the sentence firmly: You just can't get rid of it.

Wu Xingxue was about to ask again, when he suddenly saw a very strange person in the spirit of the hanged man. Compared with the other hanged man, that person seemed to be more sober, and his eyes were not so chaotic and dirty.

Look at that person. Wu Xingxue poked Xiao Fuxuan and motioned him to look at the special person, What happened to him?

Xiao Fuxuan said: That should be because the physical body is about to wake up, so the spiritual soul is struggling badly.

The body is waking up?

You mean, that body is about to realize that it is no longer alive? Wu Xingxue asked.

Not fast, I may have realized it.

The man struggled, his face twisted to the point of being turned upside down, and the huge bags under his eyes made him almost unable to open his eyes. He rushed to Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan

Looking in the direction with difficulty, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything.

After a while, he called out, I'm so uncomfortable...

Wu Xingxue stared at the bags under his eyes, suddenly stunned.

I know who he is. He grabbed Xiao Fuxuan and whispered.

Before, the face was hanging upside down, and it was dragged for a long time, so it was extremely difficult to identify. At this moment, he flipped in convulsions for a moment, and there were those huge bags under his eyes, and the two finally found a familiar shadow on his face.

That is the shopkeeper of the inn.

In an instant, Wu Xingxue could hardly react.

Why does the inn shopkeeper appear here?

But he remembered that before the forbidden area, the shopkeeper of the inn wanted to say something but couldn't say it, and everything seemed to be connected-

What if these bound spirits were not sacrifices? What if they were pulled out of their spirits so that their physical bodies would last forever, covering a certain place for a long time, immortal and immortal and unable to leave?

What if banning Shenmu was not an understatement as in the legends, instead of just relying on some formations and one forbidden area, but relying on many, many people? The inn shopkeeper was just the one who just happened to be guarding the entrance.

Wu Xingxue suddenly had a terrible idea——

Xiao Fuxuan said that these spirits are bound, and the physical body will continue to live in the same place and grow again and again. At first glance, they are no different from living people.

But what if the neighbors are also bound? What if all the neighbors you see every day are bound?

Does that mean that no one can immediately notice it?

He forgot who ever said that Luohuatai is really a wonderful place in the world, no matter how chaotic the world is, there is still comfort, liveliness and richness, and the hustle and bustle of people.

Others said that it might be that the spiritual energy of the god wood was still there, and it has been blessing that place.

Now that I think about it, that's actually not normal. There is no reason why living people are not affected by troubled times.

But what if the entire mountain city is bound? What if those hustle and bustle were long dead and just locked there forever, day after day, year after year, with the lights on and the market opening on the third day of March?

Just like those bodies without souls, doing everything with self-deception - growing, growing old, talking and laughing with people.

Wu Xingxue's face was sinking like water, and his eyes swept across the densely packed faces.

Looking at it again this time, he finally found a few slightly familiar faces - the fat man in the inn, the second boy in the inn, and even when he first entered Luohuashan City, the tea stall guy who kept yelling at him, the storyteller with high cheekbones , to explain the clerk who knocked over a carload of fat powder...

In the end, he wasn't even able to tell which people he was identifying at the moment. It was Wu Xingxue who had also identified those people one by one.

Those are the faces that add to the liveliness and hustle and bustle on the Falling Flower Terrace. They used to light candles to illuminate the twelve miles of mountains day and night, with long lights like dragons.

That is Luohuashan City that he once praised with many people.

He was born there.