Seeing that Hao Yan'er seemed to have some impression of him, Qu Wuming couldn't help but be overjoyed. He nodded hurriedly and said: "Well, I'm Qu Wuming! Do you still remember me? Your senior sister Han Ling'er is one of my confidante. .”
Hao Yan'er's eyes showed a trace of confusion, and she was silent for a moment before murmuring: "Qu Wuming? I don't know you... Who is Han Ling'er?"
"Hao Yan'er, don't you remember Han Ling'er?" Qu Wuming's heart sank, and he knelt down and continued to ask, "She is a disciple of Peach Blossom Valley like you. You two had the best relationship back then."
As he spoke, Qu Wuming had a thought in his mind, raised his finger and drew it in the air, and a light screen about a foot in size appeared. At first, there was only a piece of white light flowing inside, and then the two characters Han Ling'er and Hao Yan'er in Qu Wuming's memory were projected. Scenes of people talking and laughing.
Hao Yan'er stared at the light screen with curiosity for a long time, then smiled foolishly, clapped her hands and said, "This trick is so interesting. The two young ladies in it are so beautiful! What are they laughing at? Why aren't they there? Where’s the sound?”
Qu Wuming still refused to give up, pointing to the two people in the light screen and introducing: "She is Han Ling'er, and this is you!"
"Her name is Han Ling'er..." Hao Yan'er stared at the image of the two and repeated, "She is 'me', then who am I?"
"You are Hao Yan'er, Hao Yan'er is you!"
"I am Hao Yan'er, Hao Yan'er is me..." Hao Yan'er seemed to understand, and nodded blankly, looking away from the light screen, falling on Qu Wuming's face, and blinked. Asked, "Uncle, who are you? We seem to have met somewhere..."
Looking at Hao Yan'er's dull eyes, the glimmer of hope that had just risen in Qu Wuming's heart gradually extinguished. Infinite sadness and the memory of Han Ling'er came to his heart, making Qu Wuming's eyes couldn't help but become moist.
"Uncle, why are you crying? Don't you know who you are anymore?" Hao Yan'er blinked and seemed a little confused and said, "I don't know who I am, but I didn't cry."
Qu Wuming took a deep breath and said softly to Hao Yan'er: "You are a strong girl, awesome! I want to touch your head. It may hurt a little. Can you please let me touch it quietly for a while? That’s fine, okay?”
"Well, you can touch it." Hao Yan'er nodded, a hint of fear suddenly appeared in her blank eyes, "There is also an uncle who often touches me and beats me... but he never asks me... ...Uncle, don't hit me, I'm very good..."
"Well, I won't hit you, I won't hit you!" Qu Wuming's left fist hidden in the sleeve of his robe was already clenched. He wished he could revive Xing Xin and give her a beating, but his right hand gently, He gently placed it on Hao Yan'er's head, "Relax, close your eyes and don't think about anything..."
Hao Yan'er obediently closed her eyes. She felt that the generous palm on her head was warm and safe. Then, something seemed to be transmitted from the palm and penetrated into her head. Some tingling, some dizziness...
Qu Wuming's power of spiritual consciousness gently broke into Hao Yan'er's sea of consciousness, and without harming Hao Yan'er as much as possible, he used the soul-searching method to check Hao Yan'er's memory.
He wanted to find out Hao Yan'er's past experience, and wanted to know why she was imprisoned here by Xing Xin, and what happened to her...
However, after a moment, Qu Wuming silently removed his palm.
The left fist is already in the sleeve, and it is a little white because it is clenched too hard...
No one knows how much hatred Xing Xin has for Hao Yan'er, but she actually destroyed Hao Yan'er's sea of consciousness and memory to pieces, so much so that Qu Wuming didn't even dare to continue to investigate further, for fear that if there was any more damage, he would Hao Yaner's consciousness completely collapsed.
Qu Wuming withdrew his hand, but Hao Yan'er still obediently closed her beautiful eyes tightly without opening them.
Looking at this "old friend" with whom he had no close friendship, Qu Wuming didn't know what to do for a moment.
Judging from the situation he just discovered, Hao Yan'er's Yuanying has long been missing. Although she has magic power in her body, it is only equivalent to a fourth-level cultivator in the Qi refining stage. But the injury to her consciousness was too serious, and there was probably no chance of repair. Even though her body still contained some magic power, she had no chance to continue practicing.
In her current state, if she can keep her consciousness from deteriorating and someone is always there to take good care of her, she should be able to live for more than a hundred years. But unless there is a miracle, the Hao Yan'er back then may never come back.
However, if a woman in this condition is placed in any sect, I am afraid she will not be well taken care of. Not to mention that it has been more than a hundred years. Which sect will take good care of a stupid and crazy useless person for more than a hundred years? What about year? Even though someone would take care of her food at first, one day people would lose their patience and forget her in a corner, eventually dying slowly in loneliness and misery.
Even in the sect where she was born - Peach Blossom Valley, there would be no exception.
Maybe death is the best relief for her.
But if he really ignored her and allowed her to collapse and die together with this Zifu space, Qu Wuming would really not be able to bear it.
After all, she is Han Linger's junior sister.
"Forget it..." Qu Wuming thought for a moment, but finally couldn't bear it, "Take her back first, and after returning to the Eastern Continent, ask Han Tian for help to see if she can be cured. If there is no way, , let her spend the rest of her life in Lin's Anji Yuan..."
Qu Wuming raised his hand, and a ray of golden light shot out from his fingertips. With a few bangs, all the chains binding Hao Yan'er were cut off. Qu Siqiu flew out from between his eyebrows and lightly knocked Hao Yan'er off. He picked it up lightly, and then turned into a ray of light and flew into the space of Qu Wuming's Zifu.
After settling Hao Yan'er, Qu Wuming walked towards the other caves nearby.
As he walked and looked, Qu Wuming's frown never relaxed.
After about half an hour, Qu Wuming took a look at all the caves with living beings imprisoned inside.
There are people of almost all cultivation levels imprisoned in these caves, including men, women, old and young. And not all of them are cultivators, many of them are monsters, or powerful monsters that have not yet transformed, and there are even some treasures with weapon spirits.
But without exception, all the living things imprisoned were like Hao Yan'er and the crazy man. They were either delirious, crazy, or had no memory and were confused.
Each prisoner is bound and imprisoned by several chains. Some still struggle and resist instinctively from time to time, while others have long lost the consciousness to resist.
Some of them may have been imprisoned for long enough, and even only a skin like a skeleton was left, but they still have not been released by Xing Xin.
Even the chains in some of the caves are still trying to extract spiritual energy from the bones inside.
Qu Wuming quickly thought of the powerful ghosts that Xing Xin sent out to fight against the ghost servant monks.
Yes, there are many ghost monks in the Eastern Continent, but most of them use summoning techniques to summon powerful ghosts to drop projections or clones to help them fight. Some of them refine the souls or bodies of living people and turn them into ghosts. Transformed into a slave-like ghost, with no sense of independence and only knowing how to obey the master's orders.
As for Xing Xin's ability to summon so many ghosts at will, it is obviously not the former.
The destruction of the sea of consciousness of these people by him may be one of the reasons. What is more likely is that their souls may have been incomplete for a long time - the missing parts should have been extracted by Xing Xin and refined into ghosts. It left them in such a confused and crazy state.
Thinking of this, Qu Wuming couldn't help but slowly speed up his pace. Every time he stayed in this space for a while, Qu Wuming felt inexplicably angry, and this anger was gradually becoming more difficult to suppress.
Qu Wuming felt very regretful at this time. Why did he let Xing Xin die so happily? Why didn't he be revived and find a way to let him experience the pain experienced by the people he imprisoned?
It's a pity that things have come to this, and there is no way to bring Xing Xin back from the ghost world and torture her again.
I had no choice but to finish what needed to be done as soon as possible, and then let these poor people and monsters disappear into this world along with the sinful land of Xing Xinzi Mansion Space, which could be considered a final relief for them.
When Qu Wuming flew into a huge treasure house-like cave, he finally saw the wealth Xing Xin had accumulated over the years and the things he had stolen from the Ghost Servant Village.
This cave has a radius of a hundred feet, like a circular auditorium. There are hundreds of large and small luminous beads inlaid on the stone wall, illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime.
The caves that Xing Xin set up outside to imprison people seemed a bit chaotic, even disorganized and messy, but in this treasure-hiding cave, it was a different scene.
Shelves and long tables of different heights and sizes are neatly placed in different locations in the cave. The things in each area are different.
On the left hand side of the cave entrance, pieces of high-level spiritual stones are neatly stacked aside, forming a cube shape. At a rough look, it looks like there are about 10,000 pieces of high-level spiritual stones piled up next to each other. A pile that extends far into it.
Next to the spirit stone area, there are rows of neat shelves filled with storage rings of the same style. Storage rings are neatly placed in rows. Above each row or rows of storage rings, there are exquisite bronze plates hanging with the names of various refining materials, ores, metals, etc. , to name a few.
Next to the materials and supplies area, there are dozens of rosewood wooden shelves, on which are placed various antiques and ancient books. Qu Wuming took a quick glance and found that most of the things on them were not magic weapons. , magic weapons, and even have nothing to do with magic power. They are really antiques that ordinary people like to collect.
Next to these antique areas, there are a dozen odd-shaped shelves in a row, like dry trees. The thin branches are covered with various exquisite jewelry for women...
Qu Wuming's eyes passed over the messy shelves and landed on a long stone platform not far away.
Above the stone platform, there is a huge sarcophagus that is completely black and shiny...
