Jianzhou third floor.
Pang Jian leaned against the window and looked away from Fang Boxuan with an indifferent expression.
He was surprised.
The Blood Moon leader who was first seen in Yuan Mang and was always cautious or too timid actually had such an unknown side.
In the second realm, the young master of the Valve Fang family?
Pang Jian couldn't help but remember that when Chixiazhou was teased by Mo Linchuan and broke through the Gangfeng layer again, it was Fang Boxuan who tried his best to persuade everyone to give up the idea of seeking revenge against Mo Zong.
He also reminded everyone time and time again that the Demon Sect is the strongest sect in the second world.
The Fang family was originally attached to the Demon Sect and was the leading family in the second world. However, it was only because they failed to obey the Demon Sect's orders that they faced extinction.
As a victim, Fang Boxuan should hate the Demon Sect with all his heart, so why should he persuade everyone to calm down?
"Does he not want to be noticed by the Demon Sect? Or is he so fearful that he doesn't even dare to think about seeking revenge?"
Pang Jian found it difficult to understand.
In the time that followed, the sword boat remained motionless.
Everyone is looking forward to the arrival of another group of people or another intelligent being.
They were eager, hoping that someone would come and pull them out of the endless smog mire.
Even if the banner that once released many ants and was entrusted by the foreign gods could reappear near the sword boat, they would be happy and excited.
The situation remained unchanged, and no new person showed up for too long, making everyone anxious and unbearable.
However, there was no turning point in the difficult situation of being trapped in the fog.
The fire of hope in everyone's hearts is being consumed day by day as time goes by.
Later, everyone stopped practicing and had no intention to practice. They all looked at the eternal fog with confused expressions.
Pang Jian, who no longer understood the Chaos Sword Technique, just maintained the existence of the spiritual power shield and silently watched the various forms of human nature on the sword boat.
this day.
"I don't want to wait for a turn of events. I don't want to wait for the spiritual jade to run out and suffer unknown infection and die like Wang Ji."
An outer disciple of Jianlou, his willpower suddenly collapsed under the long suffering of despair and fear.
He screamed on the deck into the endless smoke.
"puff!"
He killed himself with the spiritual sword, blood spurted from his neck, and his head fell to the ground.
Negative despair began to spread rapidly from his suicide, gradually infecting more people.
Everyone watched as his flesh and blood rotted first, then his withered bones turned into bone powder and ashes, and finally turned into a part of the "strange mist".
"Wang Xin, I want to be with you before I die..."
An outer sect disciple from Heigu came to his fellow disciple. The emotions he had suppressed for many years exploded, and he said with hope: "I am an outer sect disciple, and you are an inner sect disciple. Your master has always disagreed with me." It’s a matter of two people.”
"I don't have much spiritual jade left in my hand. I'm afraid I won't be able to last a few more days. Wang Xin, if you are willing, we..."
He looked at his beloved nervously and boldly.
The petite female disciple of Heigu pursed her lips and nodded gently, and said with a smile on her face: "I do."
So the two of them went to the first floor of Jianzhou hand in hand, found a vacant room, and went to enjoy the pleasure of fish and water.
"Zhao Liqun!"
An outer disciple of the Sword Tower took out his spiritual sword and pointed it at his fellow sect, saying: "I have tolerated you for a long time! I have always known that my Huanyun Sword, just because I let you figure it out for a few days, will cause big problems." Question! Zhao Liqun, you despicable villain, I almost died because of a mistake made by the Magic Cloud Sword during an animal hunting operation!"
"I did it."
Another outer disciple of Jianlou sneered: "You and I both have a chance to be promoted to inner disciples in the next test. You are my biggest competitor. I want you to die, isn't it natural?"
"Haha! Zhao Liqun, everyone is going to die anyway, I must let you be one step ahead of me today!"
The two Jianlou disciples, regardless of the livid Qi Qingsong, fought on the gradually opening deck.
As the sword light flew by, their spiritual energy shields were each shattered by the other.
Almost simultaneously, they were infected by the strange force in the smoke. Their flesh and blood were eroded first, and the dead bones stained with blood also turned into bone powder and dispersed.
During this period, Qi Qingsong, knowing that he could no longer control it, remained silent throughout the whole process.
At a time when there is no hope, the so-called order has little meaning.
He could no longer restrain those who were resigned to their fate and those who wanted to die.
He was planning to die, so who cared about his attitude?
"Peng!"
A beautiful and charming outer sect female disciple in Black Valley was nestling next to an inner sect disciple in Black Valley, but she suddenly attacked and dented the chest of that inner sect disciple.
The dark, short and ugly inner disciple couldn't believe it before he died, and pointed at her: "Why?"
"Pooh!"
The female disciple spat, walked away from his gradually extinguishing light blue shield, and said sternly: "If you hadn't given me some pills every now and then and taught me the way to practice, would I have served such a disgusting thing like you?"
"You don't even urinate and look after yourself, do you really think that I will admire you and serve you willingly?"
She suddenly looked gloomy, laughed nervously twice, and said suddenly: "Liu Hai, I have avenged you."
"When we formed a team together, you were killed by Fan Qizhi's trick. I knew you were no match for him, so I could only pretend not to know and endure it. Today I finally killed him!"
The murderer watched the inner disciple named Fan Qi die with an expression of relief on his face.
After confirming that Fan Qi was really dead, she smiled happily and killed herself.
Despair still prevails.
After all kinds of negative emotions fermented and brewed, various strange things happened frequently on the sword boat.
Everyone gradually became numb.
"Everything in life is treacherous, and people's hearts are treacherous."
Zhou Qingchen also came to the window and looked down with Pang Jian. After sighing with emotion, he suddenly said: "Pang Jian, I don't have enough spiritual jade in my hand."
"Um."
Pang Jian took out half of his spiritual jade and handed it to him, feeling extremely emotional.
He didn't know how long it had been, but on the sword boat lost in the "strange fog", he had a complicated feeling that could understand the human heart.
Those who are truly desperate, seeing the day of death approaching day by day, will no longer be surprised no matter what strange things they do again.
He may even feel normal...
When he was in the Yunlei Forbidden Land, through a cracked space gap, he saw the powerful foreign object like a lion or a tiger, and went crazy when he sensed a clear coordinate.
He finally had a deep understanding of the urgency he felt for the foreign object and the excitement of the hope rekindled in his heart.
It wasn't until he was in the "strange fog" and also lost that he realized how painful it was to be in this endless, hopeless and helpless environment.
Death may really be a relief.
Those with weak willpower will watch their spiritual jade diminish day by day, and watch the people around them being infected and turned into nothingness one by one. They will be tortured both physically and mentally all the time.
- This is a slow torture that works on the heart and soul.
This is scarier than facing death.
How long has it been?
Those people on the sword boat were already full of ugliness, and the dark sides in their hearts broke out.
That foreign object that has been wandering in the "strange fog" for an unknown number of years, has been infected by how much time it has endured?
He didn't even have an intelligent creature that could speak. His flesh and blood were eroded, and only his bones remained.
But he is still struggling to find a chance of survival.
“The strong are always strong because of their perseverance and willpower and because they never give up.”
Pang Jian realized something.
He regarded Jianzhou's loss as a practice that sharpened his heart and strengthened his willpower.
He strengthened his belief and was prepared to never give up even at the last step.
After some time, Pang Jian left his room and found Qi Qingsong sitting in the stands on the third floor.
"The property of the deceased, the spiritual jade and spiritual weapons that can be used, as long as there is spiritual power, should be distributed uniformly, right?"
"For those who have hope and are willing to continue waiting, if it is confirmed that they really do not have any spiritual jade left, they can be given priority."
Pang Jian put forward his own suggestions.
Qi Qingsong was shocked and said, "You haven't given up yet?"
Pang Jian nodded: "As long as you are alive, there is still hope."
"I……"
Qi Qingsong's calm inner lake was filled with ripples.
The ripples gradually expanded, and his gray eyes shone brightly little by little.
"Okay, I'll go to the unified command and dispatch!"
Qi Qingsong, who had already resigned himself to his fate and left everyone alone, suddenly flew down from the stand on the third floor of Jianzhou and began to collect the things left behind by those who destroyed the bones.
He encouraged everyone.
He shouted loudly, asking everyone to continue to persevere and never give up.
However, not many people really listen.
Many of the people still alive looked at him with blank eyes.
Those people are obviously still alive, but their eyes are filled with the hope of death.
The heart, willpower, and desire to survive seem to have been completely eroded away.
For those people, no matter what Qi Qingsong said, they had no reaction.
They just sat numbly, mechanically, and stiffly, holding the spiritual jade in their palms to draw strength.
Once the spiritual power of the spiritual jade in their hands is exhausted, they will take out one or two pieces again and continue to absorb it.
Until, when they could no longer produce the spiritual jade, they allowed the spiritual power shield to disappear, allowed themselves to be infected by the thick fog, and allowed themselves to become part of nothingness.
They are still alive, but they seem to have died long ago.
"It's useless. No matter what you say, it means nothing to them. I don't think they can hear you because there is something wrong with their souls."
The silver-haired girl Zhao Yuanqi sat on the deck and said to Qi Qingsong, who was trying to revive everyone's morale: "People are most afraid of completely losing hope. Over time, it will become like this."
"Unless the sword boat successfully reaches the Forbidden Land, or returns to purgatory from this strange fog."
"otherwise……"
Zhao Yuanqi shook her head: "Otherwise, it's useless what you say. They won't be able to listen, and they may not be able to hear it at all."
Qi Qingsong was shocked.
Looking at the living dead sitting numbly, a kind of fear emerged in his heart, and he looked sharply at Pang Jian on the deck.
At this time, what he was thinking about was...
If Pang Jian hadn't come to find him, if Pang Jian hadn't talked to him, if Pang Jian hadn't helped him strengthen his confidence and belief, would he have slowly become like those people?
He didn't remember how long he had been sitting there, nor how long he hadn't spoken before Pang Jian came to find him.
The survivors on the sword boat should have had their negative emotions explode, and those who should have settled their grudges and celebrated the holidays have already settled them long ago.
It has been a long, long time since there have been conflicts or abnormalities.
In this sword boat, there are still many people alive, and no one has spoken for a long time.
Everyone stopped moving, coming and going, talking.
Qi Qingsongben is also gradually numb, and it seems that at a certain moment, he will become one of those living dead who have lost hope.
He suddenly felt great fear.
Observing carefully, he found that those people who could still keep their eyes alert and were still listening to him were indeed... not many.
"How could this happen?"
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(End of chapter)
