Chapter 651: Styx Girl

Style: Heros Author: Lili BaicaoWords: 2106Update Time: 24/01/12 01:54:53
Yunli hurriedly made up for it: "I was thinking about 'amnesia'. When negotiating with Nanmi, it was clear that Shao Haoyue's complete memory was there. Why has it not been restored now?"

She said this half-truth, she was really thinking about it, but she had already guessed the answer.

Hearing this, Qiuye leaned over and interjected: "This is indeed strange. You just lost your cultivation, but not your soul. How come you haven't recovered your memory?"

"Memory..." Yunli murmured, an idea flashed in her mind, and she finally realized what she had overlooked.

Back then, she specifically warned that if Wei Lin's memories of his previous life were erased before reincarnation, it would be impossible to retrieve them again, in a way that was almost equivalent to personal experience.

The jade rosary is an underworld artifact, so it’s self-evident whose handiwork it is!

This is a conspiracy!

Her expression suddenly changed and she grabbed Wei Lin suddenly: "Quickly, give me the jade rosary!"

Jade beads?

Wei Lin was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly thought of this, and then his head was full of black lines. He knew that there was danger, but she asked him to hand over the danger to her. He was so anxious and confused.

While thinking, he quickly took out the jade rosary and threw it out with all his strength.

Yunli raised his hand, and a ball of Nirvana Sky Fire flew out from his fingertips and shot towards the jade rosary. Just when the Nirvana Sky Fire was about to touch, the naturally falling jade rosary froze for a second and then suddenly rose into the sky.

Yunli hurriedly commanded the Nirvana Heavenly Fire to chase after him. The jade rosary suddenly glowed red and briefly blocked the burning of the Nirvana Heavenly Fire.

The young woman's face slowly emerged in the red light, her skin was as white as frost, her eyes were thick and charming, and there was a blood-red bead in the middle of her eyebrows, which adorned her entire face in a thrilling way.

She turned her eyes lightly, slowly scanning Yunli and the others, and finally landed on Wei Lin. Her lips parted slightly, and ethereal voices came from all directions, echoing in the oasis.

"You can't escape."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared and the jade rosary was gone.

Yunli took back the Nirvana Heavenly Fire and confirmed, "Is it her?"

"yes."

Wei Lin's expression was complicated. When he saw this familiar face again, those mottled memories suddenly became clear, and the hopelessness, confusion and entanglement he felt while waiting were overwhelming.

Suddenly, he seemed to be back on the bank of the River Styx again, waiting without knowing the passage of time.

"In my inheritance, there is no mention of a woman by the River Styx..." Yunli tried his best to trigger the inheritance, but there was nothing else except the Pond of Rebirth, the River Styx, and Manzhushahua.

She tilted her head and asked Qiuye: "Do you know where she came from?"

"You are from the God Clan, and it is not in your inheritance. How could I, a little flower elf, know about it?"

"There are no recorded legends about the underworld in the anecdotes of Jiuzhong Xingque?"

Qiuye shook his head: "No, elves like us only know about the existence of ghost cultivators in the underworld and know nothing else."

"She might know." Wei Lin took out the soul-sealing bead and activated it, and Yinhua's soul floated out.

Seeing Wei Lin, she recalled the scene on the cliff that day, and couldn't help but wince. She quickly regained her composure, looking at the two of them with hatred, wishing that they could be beheaded alive.

Yunli raised her hand, with crimson sky fire rising from her fingertips, "We are all old acquaintances. I believe you got to know me later and know my temperament. Now let me ask you, why did that woman from Styx want to let my senior brother Cultivation of ghosts?"

After saying that, he waited for a while and then started to read: "One, two..."

Yinhua was startled and said hurriedly: "I can say it, but there is one condition."

Back then in the small courtyard in Maple Leaf Town, she saw with her own eyes that the little demon girl strangled the pursuer to death after reciting three numbers. Later, she learned from Emperor Xuande that she killed the imperial doctor. When she recited three numbers, she would definitely kill him. There is absolutely no room for change.

Yunli stopped counting and looked at her coldly.

"I can tell you everything I know, but the condition is that you can't kill me."

Yunli raised her eyebrows, quite cautiously, and actually noticed the loopholes in her language.

Yinhua paused, looked at her steadily, and added slowly: "You promise it yourself."

Yunli was stunned for a moment, squinting his eyes slightly and looking at Yinhua suspiciously, "Have you ever seen me take action?"

After thinking for a while, he added: "The time in Maple Leaf Town in the Southern Ming Dynasty?"

Yinhua nodded. After receiving the news that Xi Yue was not dead, she immediately sent the Yin Talisman to the Yuzhou Imperial Master's Mansion. She quickly rushed to Maple Leaf Town and followed them, trying to find Xi Yue. The reason for not dying.

Unfortunately, until the end, she did not know how Lu Fei saved the dying Princess Xiyue.

While thinking, I saw the girl opposite's eyes darken, her light orange eyes overflowing with light. Gradually, the light orange turned into a huge vortex, making people unconsciously want to see the innermost part of the vortex.

Slowly, the surrounding environment became illusory, and my thoughts became long and heavy...

The person on the opposite side opened and closed their lips, and it was clear that they were very close, but the other person's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, "You are still... not worthy... to negotiate terms with me."

The next second, Yinhua's thoughts were completely confused and he knew nothing.

Seeing that the confusion was working, Yunli hurriedly repeated the previous question, but saw that Yinhua was dull and motionless.

Yinhua doesn’t know either.

Her heart condensed, and she changed her question: "When did the Styx Girl find you?"

Yinhua's eyes were dull, but her voice was very excited: "On the Ghost Festival, she said that she could take me to the underworld and practice ghost cultivation to gain immortality. Heaven will never destroy me! Heaven will never destroy me!"

Yunli suddenly realized, no wonder, the posture that Yinhua put up before was clearly to negotiate with the Canglan monks, but suddenly changed his mind overnight. It turned out that before they went up the mountain, they made a deal with the Styx woman.

Could it be that that night, when the gate of hell was wide open, Styx Girl first found her senior brother, and then went to Kuocang Mountain to negotiate with Yinhua?

"What does she want you to do?" Yunli asked again.

"Kill Lu Fei's reincarnation! She wants to kill Lu Fei's reincarnation, and I also want to crush that little brat to ashes!

If it weren't for him, how could I be in such a mess! This majestic Emperor Yuan Hou was actually beaten and killed by a group of ants. It was a great shame and humiliation! What a shame! "

The more Yinhua talked, the more excited she became. Her soul was twisted, splitting and reuniting in a small area. Yunli still couldn't help but murmur. Could it be that she wasn't deceived? She was doing this to confuse them and then take the opportunity to escape?

"I want to kill him, I want to see him being corrupted by the mummy monsters with my own eyes! As long as Princess Xiyue is not around, I will definitely kill him..."

Facing the almost crazy Yinhua, Yunli was speechless: "Why does she hate you so much? It was me who blocked her path to ascension."

Wei Lin sneered: "Of course you think I'm an ant."

Human nature is like this. If you are bullied by a strong person, you will certainly be angry, but to a certain extent, it can also be said to be natural. If you are not as skilled as others, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

If you lose at the hands of a weakling, the feeling of frustration and anger will be especially uncomfortable.

To put it bluntly, pick the soft persimmons.

(End of chapter)