The next day, as soon as Yang Qing was brought into the interrogation room, he started shouting, "I am an immortal cultivator, I"
Then his soft tongue was separated from his mouth, and he could no longer speak.
The old man sighed with pity and said, "If I were you, I would save a little effort. We are very busy today and there is still a lot to do."
On the third day, when Yang Qing was brought to the interrogation room again, he already felt that his severed thigh was swollen and he lost consciousness.
It felt like he was dragging two strange, extremely cumbersome shackles, tightly adhering to the seat, making him no longer qualified to stand up.
The old man came over, checked his whole body attentively, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, his vitality is still very strong and strong. If we continue today, don't worry, I will make you clearly understand who you are in the end." How did you die?"
Then on the fourth day,
The fifth day,
Until the seventh day, Yang Qing completely felt that his soul seemed to have been sublimated. No matter how great the pain was, for him now, all that was left was numbness.
It feels like your soul has flown into the air, and you can stare coldly at your body being tossed and tossed by those people, constantly destroying it, then save yourself, and then send your body away. Go back to the bottom of the cold prison.
Until then, through that moment of peace, he would gradually recover from the darkness that seemed like death in a prison, and put his soul back into his body.
Later, he became more and more silent and became less and less vocal.
His two cold eyes were like two strange beasts, staring at every living person dangling in front of him in the prison. It was as if every wrinkle and fine line on their faces was deeply imprinted in his mind.
He once heard the old man sigh, saying, "Don't resent us. The money sent by that family is really a lot. It's enough to use all kinds of things to save your life and keep you alive for a year." You will definitely not die in half a year."
"So where is this going? Just take it slow and bear it!"
I can't remember whether it was one month or two months ago. When Yang Qing was sent back again, a cold-blooded voice with no warmth appeared in his mind.
This voice made Yang Qing extremely sure that the other party was a devil. What he wants to exchange is the only thing left - his soul.
"Are you ready?" As expected, that sharp voice entered Yang Qing's mind in time.
This was the second time this voice appeared in his soul.
In fact, before the voice appeared, Yang Qing had already confirmed his choice.
Because for him, such a decision is extremely easy. Even if he sold his soul, Yang Qing felt that even if he was going to hell tomorrow, he would still yearn for it more than being in this dirty world.
So he nodded firmly.
"Okay, don't move, just feel like you're having a sweet dream." The voice was so soft, as if it was a lullaby.
The next moment, Yang Qing felt as if he had had a long dream.
In his dream, he felt that he saw countless scenes, and those dim silhouettes became more and more weird in his dream. The earth-like color made him feel as if he had fallen into the netherworld.
In such a dream, he looked around in such a dark space. I found that this space was filled with Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and statues of gods older than them.
In such a space, these ancient statues of gods are not arranged according to class like in temples, but are placed randomly and haphazardly.
Each of these chaotically placed statues resembles a state of silent fear. Several heads of Buddha statues, broken halos, hands raised in intimidation or prayer - a gleaming mixture of colors reflected from the holes in the cobweb-covered wall.
He even saw various appearances of Avalokitesvara, many names of Ksitigarbha, Sakyamuni, Medicine Buddha, Amitabha, and the Buddha and his disciples.
Some of them are sitting on lotuses, which are lotuses from the spiritual world; some are riding leopards, tigers, lions or other strange animals, symbolizing lightning or death.
One of the three-headed, thousand-armed Buddha statues, both evil and righteous, seems to be in splendor, galloping on a throne supported by a group of elephants.
He even had a vague glimpse of Fudo, enshrined in the flames, and Lady Maya (the birth mother of the Buddha) riding her sacred peacock.
Among these Buddha statues, there were also some dark statues of invisible gods wearing armor mixed with ghosts, making him feel like he was in a hell of anachronism.
He could even make out many small Buddha statues, such as those huge and angry-looking figures that went straight up to the roof with thunder and lightning behind them.
There is also the beautiful statue of the goddess sitting on the lotus with elegant and light limbs, counting the magical methods with her slender jade fingers.
There are also ghost statues that shine in the darkness like the eyes of black cats, and statues of gods that are half human and half bird, with eagle wings and beaks, all of which are inexplicably terrifying.
"Wake up!"
Just as he was carefully observing the statues one after another, as if he was sinking into a nightmare from which he would never wake up, a voice penetrated through.
He opened his eyes and felt as if he had come to life again.
That feeling is so wonderful, not only the senses are getting sharper, but also every muscle in the body has a strange experience.
He suddenly felt as if he had grown a new body, and he could feel and grasp even the smallest and most detailed meridians.
He could even clearly feel how the surging spiritual power in his body, blood and muscles created the kind of seamless cooperation that he had never even dared to imagine before.
It felt like I was a bystander, calmly analyzing my newly acquired body.
Yang Qing stood up suddenly in excitement. This was the first time he had lost the ability to stand up again since he entered this devouring place, so he couldn't wait to give it a try.
"Well"
He suddenly found that although he stood up, his body was still lying there like a pile of mud.
"Is this an out-of-body experience?"
As soon as this thought came to his mind, a cold voice came: "Don't doubt it, I have given you a sense of smell that is more sensitive than that of wild beasts, a body that is stronger than that of monsters, and one that is more powerful than most cultivators. Ability."
"As long as you express the suffering you have suffered and your pain, anger, and all-destroying emotions, you will feel infinite power flowing through your body."
"You, how did you do that?" Only then did Yang Qing finally realize that what he seemed to have obtained was not a flesh and blood body, but something between a physical body and a ghostly body.
This body is different from the previous one. Although I can feel it intimately, I don't seem to be able to see this body at all.
"Child, you don't have to doubt that you have gained my power." A rumbling voice came from his soul.
"As long as you use this power to dissipate your anger, you will gain the ability to truly take revenge."
"Go ahead, you'll get what you want!"
It seemed that the voice was not impatient to explain anything to him, but instead instilled a belief into his body.
After saying this, a huge white bone that looked like dark matter possessed his body.
In an instant, Yang Qing opened his eyes, which were so red that they looked like they were dripping blood.
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Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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