Shikigami Cultivation Guide

Chapter 67 Level 1: Important People

into the tower?Qingfangzhu was stunned for a moment.

The thing that I had been asking for for so long was suddenly placed in front of my eyes, and I was a little unbelievable for a moment.

"Hmph, I finally said something nice. If you still say what you said before, you'd better shut up." Yasha said, crossing his arms with a cold expression.

"What are you angry about? Are you angry because I touched Lord Fangzhu? Hehehe, you'd better get rid of such feelings, Tali, you can't tolerate emotions." The hair-eater said, and at the same time in the long sleeves A strand of golden-blue hair slipped out, that strand of pure gold exuded a faint blue glow.

The hair flew into the air by itself, and then rushed towards Yasha and Qingfangzhu, entangled them.

The strands of hair grew more and more, eventually drowning the two demons and disappearing without a trace.

The hair-eating ghost watched, shook his head with a smile, and walked out of the silent hall on clogs.

The wind lifted his black hair, revealing the hideous mouth at the back of his head. The white cloth that covered him was blown up by the wind, revealing his eyes, only two dark holes could be seen.

Wu Sensen, without eyes.

He reached out to touch his eyes, fine pain came from the eyes, and his fingertips felt the bonyness and hardness of the bones.

"For you, I gouged out these eyes, but, can you really live a good life..." The soft murmur scattered in the wind, and finally disappeared.

Qingfangzhu looked at the place where he was, which was the wedding room when he and his wife got married.

Red wallpaper, red decals, red clothes, red candles and mahogany tables.

There is also a wife in a red dress covered with red cloth and soft gauze.

Master Qingfang's hands trembled slightly, he stepped forward, intending to remove the layer of soft cloth, he hung his hands in the air for a while, but put them down.His wife seemed to be aware of his reaction, white and soft hands slipped out of the red water sleeves, and she groped to hold his.

"Master Fangzhu." The voice was gentle and affectionate, with a touch of lust.

The voice was so real, there was no doubt that it belonged to his wife.

but……

Master Qingfang leaned down, squatted down and hugged his wife, and said in a trembling voice, "Aye...you're back..."

The woman hugged him back, stroking his back with both arms, and said softly: "Master Fangzhu, my child and I are fine, we are both alive...My lord..."

Master Qingfang was in a trance, his consciousness fell into the deep sea, and everything entered the dark bottom.

The woman's hands slowly slid down along the shape of the spine, and then the Danko-dyed nails sank into Aobozu's body, touching the blood, bones and heart, and then the gentle and heavy soul.

Those hands touched the soul.

"Goodbye, Mr. Fangzhu, I love you, but I am in the tower." The woman said quietly, wanting to tear Qingfangzhu's soul apart at that moment.

A leaf flew through the air and lifted the woman's red veil, but she had no face!

The leaves were extremely sharp, drawing bright bloodstains on the woman's face.The extreme pain made her let go of Aobozu, and Aobozu woke up, like a human being who was about to drown and sink to the bottom of the water, suddenly being fished ashore, gasping for breath and looking at the faceless woman.

not wife.But it has the same voice.

Is it the conspiracy of the tower?Use this method to kill him.

The leaf floated at the feet of Master Qingfang, picked it up and saw two words written on it——

Yaksha.

Yasha broke in through the door with an evil and heroic smile on his face.

"It's just a small tower monster on the first floor, the master of the shop is actually confused." He said, with jokes and sarcasm.

Master Qingfang turned pale, and finally said: "Thank you."

Yasha looked around and said, "This is the place where mortals get married, right? That's the wife of 500 years ago? How did such a thing fascinate our master?"

He smiled, and the monster sitting on the bed was wearing a wedding dress, and at this moment, he jumped up and rushed towards Master Qingfang.Yasha glanced at Qingfangzhu in his arms, and swung Yasha's halberd, ending the monster's life neatly.

The monster turned into a stream of light and dissipated.

"You always look defenseless, have you really lived for hundreds of years?" Yasha withdrew his smile, his voice was low, and he looked at Master Qingfang.

In those eyes, there seemed to be something undercurrent surging.

"..." Master Qingfang didn't reply, he squeezed the pestle more and more tightly, and his body was trembling slightly.

To deceive him in this way, pretending to be his wife to deceive him, is unforgivable!

"Is it true that the wife is more important... I thought, I saved you twice, at least..." Yasha's voice was very low, even if he was close at hand, it was hard to hear clearly.

"Yasha, listen up." Qing Fangzhu said.

"Listen to what?"

"The sound of gold and silverware, cries for help and shouts." Qing Fangzhu said, he broke away from Yasha's embrace, looked at him with deep eyes, Yasha's vision gradually distorted, the wedding room swirled in front of his eyes like red blood, Qingfang The owner of the workshop was broken into pieces and fell to the ground, shining golden and silver.

money.wealth.jewelry.gold and silver.scream.

He finally remembered, the memories he lost after he lost consciousness, slaughtered an entire village, stained the halberd with human blood, and built his own cave with a lot of valuable jewels.

The luminous pearls on the wall were collected from the treasure troves of rich families.

The white tiger leather blanket on the ground was taken from the Orion's house after the hunter was slaughtered.

He did it all.

Although he lost consciousness at that time, the fact cannot be denied.

The tide of pain swept Yasha, his past, his memory, is coming back bit by bit...

However, eyes full of blood and dead people, this is not what he wants...

However, in order to obtain Zhen, no matter how tortured the spirit is, it cannot be abnormal here.

The child's pain and the woman's begging for mercy were endless, but the self in his memory swung down the Yaksha without any hesitation.

"Uh..." Gritting his teeth, Yasha felt his spirit burning, his eyes darkened, and all the scenes were torn apart instantly. When he opened his eyes again, he saw an empty altar.

There are burning candles all around, and there is a huge sacrificial pattern on the ground, which looks hideous and terrifying. Aobozu is raising the demon pestle to kill the monster.The golden light is shining, and the Buddha's light is as beautiful as a dream in early summer.

His posture was as elegant as flowing clouds and flowing water, and he dealt with the monsters that kept pouring out of the tower one by one. In the end, only the two of them were left in the empty altar.

Master Qingfang turned around and walked towards him step by step with a smile on his lips.

"Yasha, are you finally awake?" he asked.

"What's wrong with me?" Yasha felt a sharp pain in his temple.

"You were tricked by the tower. The first moment we entered the tower, we entered an illusion. What did you see? You haven't woken up for so long." Qing Fangzhu.

"I saw you and your wife..." Yasha said.

Qingfangzhu's face turned pale, and a look of shock flashed across his eyebrows, but he quickly covered it up, saying: "It's safe now, forget about it."

"Why should I forget?" Yasha grabbed his shoulder.

Qingfangzhu laughed, the smile was shocking.

"You ask me why... the first floor of the tower is the lowest level of monsters, they can't use their strength to kill the monsters who enter the tower, so...the only thing they can use is illusion, and use the most important person who enters the tower Use it as bait, and kill the monster who entered the tower when the person entering the tower was in a trance, and you said you saw me..."

"So what?"

"Yasha, you really don't understand or you don't understand. What you see is me. In the end, if any of us get the poison, I will not be soft. Do you understand?"

"You mean, I love you? Hahaha, don't be kidding. I, Yasha, have seen so many beauties in my life. How can I be tempted by you?" Yasha smiled, but his heart gradually turned cold.

no.

not like this.

He is so familiar to him, eyes, nose, mouth, body and voice, so familiar that it can even be engraved in the soul, although he can't remember, can't remember what happened to them hundreds of years ago, but—

I love him.

My heart is saying I love him.

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Chapter 68 Second Floor: In the past "This is the best way." Master Qingfang said, his voice was no longer gentle, it was cold and calm.

The blood of the dead monsters flowed along the sacrificial patterns under the altar, outlining the rough ground, and the light of the candles was warm and bright.Then, the sacrificial pattern slowly rises, winding out long steps, leading to the second floor of the tower.The sound of the cabinet opening was loud and eerie, and the stone steps glowed with a cold light.

Aofangzhu walked up the steps, and his figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the tower.

Yasha gritted his teeth and followed.

There was a thick mist on the steps, and Yasha could only see Aobozu's body half-hidden in the darkness, like a dream.

White hair and white monk uniform are indistinct, and the background is as straight as a sword, firm and steady.

I don't know how long it took, Yasha found himself in a desert, and the figure of Qing Fangzhu became farther and farther away, until at last there was only fog left.

On the ground were the corpses of scattered villagers, and the blood was gurgling like a stream, and the sound of flowing could be heard clearly.

He walked in this dead place, where his original sin was carried.

There was a little light in the dark distance, and a child ran towards him, his face was covered with blood, crying and asking him why he killed the people in the village.

Yasha opened his mouth, his throat was a little congested, but his body seemed uncontrollable, and he said those words on his own: "If you ask me the reason, I will kill it, isn't it just a villager, no Reason. Hey, you’re still crying. But you can’t change the fact even if you cry. What, you say I made you an orphan, and you won’t be able to survive in the future? It’s none of my business, but I don’t hate you Asking questions is much better than being cold and silent."

no.

not like this.

In the end, the child also died under his hands.

The sky and the earth were filled with blood.

Is my past, my memory, like this?

Is that all my memory?

He walked among the corpses, but his heart felt as if immersed in blood, filled with pain.

In his eyes, he vaguely saw Qingfangzhu's walking clothes in front of him, and he ran towards that direction. Qingfangzhu's white clothes and Buddha's light were like a bright lamp, indicating the direction.

At that moment, he really wanted to say to Lord Qingfang: "My lord, I have committed serious crimes such as burning, killing and looting. I am an evil ghost who commits all kinds of crimes. It is not too much for me to go to the eighteenth floor of hell. How do you get me out of here?"

There was only black silence to greet him.

The corpses that fell on the ground also gradually got up, one by one rushed to Yasha, waving the weapons in their hands.

Yaksha raised his Yaksha halberd, and purple lightning spread across the entire land.

Even if I commit a serious crime, there is absolutely no reason to die here!

His memory, as well as the poison, he wants to get them all!

Qingfangzhu walked forward, recalling what happened on the first floor, he asked Yasha what he saw, what he saw...

It was the Yaksha, the Yaksha under him.

wife……

No.

None of this is right at all, walking on, clogs echoing hollowly on the stone steps.

At the end of the walk, there was a huge door, Master Aofang made up his mind and pushed it open.

There are floating silver lights everywhere, shuttle back and forth, as soon as the silver light sees Qingfangzhu, they rush towards him, Qingfangzhu waved the demon pestle, but found that they are all illusory and cannot be touched at all.It can be seen, but it cannot be touched, nor can it be destroyed.

Just like light, they don't disappear unless the source of light disappears.

The silver light gradually condensed in front of him, and finally condensed into a human figure with only outlines, and a gasping sound could be faintly heard, like a low sob.

Although he knew that he was in the tower, even though he knew it was dangerous, his consciousness still told himself that it was beautiful.

The flowing light spots, the silhouetted human figure and the low-pitched voice are also beautiful.

Like the short-lived brilliance in the long night, it quickly passed through the deepest traces imprinted in the bottom of my heart.

Traces of memory.

Qingfangzhu couldn't touch him, but he stretched out his hand, touched Qingfangzhu's left chest, and then passed through the barrier of the body, directly touching the heart.

The heart is beating at the fingertips, and I can feel the pulse of life, which is warm and warm.

Then the fingertips passed through the barrier around the heart and entered the depths of the heart. Aobozu couldn't resist, something that couldn't be touched or destroyed at all, was touching his heart at this time.

Moving forward with his fingertips, he finally found what he was looking for. The silver figure let out a low laugh, and the sound was like the wind in the mountains.

What was pulled out from the heart was a mass of purple souls, Qingfangzhu's pupils suddenly grew.

That is, the soul of his child!He kept it in his heart for 500 years, looking for a chance to revive the child, and finally learned from a woman that he could get it in the Demon Town Tower, but now he was taken out like this.

The silver figure held the purple soul firmly, it seemed to be looking at it curiously, and then opened its mouth to eat it.

Qingfangzhu is as fast as the wind, and he can't touch this guy, but at least he can touch the child's soul.

The human figure was a little surprised, then smiled and exchanged the soul to him, and said the first sentence: "Stupid guy, this is not your child, you are just being used..."

The purple soul quietly radiated light in Aobozu's hands, Aobozu trembled slightly with his heart, and then merged the soul into his body again.

Use your own flesh and blood to protect it.

Protect the child born with his wife and the obsession 500 years ago.

But, why did Yasha's face inexplicably come to mind for a moment?

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Let's start to tell the story of the past, hee hee, here is the harmonious version.