After a busy day, Ning Xia went back with the brigade committee and did not have time to go to Xie Shi to reminisce and chat. Well, even if she had the chance, she couldn't go. She was really exhausted from running around all day.
As soon as Ning Xia returned to the dormitory, she collapsed on the couch like a puddle of mud, so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.
During the day, she swore that a monk would not tire so easily, but at the end of the day she could only lie on the couch and rest, unable to do anything. It seems that this disease is really serious.
Ningxia doesn’t force it. Anyway, I have done my best, so I will just follow fate. Worrying so much can be counterproductive.
Since you are tired, just rest. Let’s wait until tomorrow to discuss everything.
Ning Xia drove out all the messy things in her mind, tidied them up, and then went to sleep. Rarely fell asleep.
To be honest, she had slept less and less since the establishment of the foundation. Unknowingly, her habits have gradually become more like those of local monks, and her original unshakable work and rest schedule has been replaced by meditating all night long.
In the past, this was something she would never have dared to think about. In the first year when she came to the world of cultivation, she had always maintained the habit of sleeping at midnight, and was very confused about the lifestyle of meditating without sleeping.
Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, she would become like this, and she became so accustomed to it that she almost completely replaced falling asleep with meditation. At worst, she would practice lying down and rarely fall asleep.
However, in the past year, Ningxia has encountered too many incredible things and near-death situations outside. Such a tense situation all the time made it impossible for her to sleep peacefully like before.
How dare she sleep?
Who knows if he might be killed by the living dead in his dream while sleeping? Who knows if he might be sent to a shop by Wang Zi Xu and his gang while he was still asleep? Who knows if he will be killed by a black hand peeking behind the scenes while he is sleeping?
Anyway, now Ningxia hardly dares to sleep outside. That means I can sleep peacefully while lying down in a sect or a small black box.
But this serious illness a few days ago was really severe. It took away 70% to 80% of her energy and spirit in one fell swoop, and now she has recovered less than 50%.
So Ningxia has become very lethargic these days, and Jiantian'er is sleeping to make up for the basic losses. If I hadn't gone out to watch today, I might have just lied in the room and caught up on some sleep.
Ningxia has not forgotten that she will go out to watch the competition tomorrow. For seven days in a row, she must not exert too much force. She must cultivate her health and wait for the good show to come.
Late at night
Ningxia had been asleep for some time. Except for a small number of special people, most of the people in Lianwu City had rested. Everyone is waiting for the sun to rise the next day.
Tomorrow will be a fierce battle.
However, some people like to hatch conspiracies in the dark.
"Is this day finally coming?" The man in the dark room murmured to himself.
It was still the invisible secret room, and the bed in the center had not changed at all. But Patriarch Wu, who was sitting on the couch, still looked cold and indifferent, as if nothing mattered to him.
However, his usually indifferent face now revealed a brilliance that had never appeared on this face before, making this face inexplicably alive.
The trace of well-hidden death disappeared without a trace, which made him look much younger, more consistent with his appearance of a young man in his thirties, rather than the old look of forty or fifty years old before. .
However, at this moment, the dark room that had been dark all year round was very bright, illuminating every corner of the entire secret room. The empty secret room was invisible in this burst of soft light.
What was emitting light was the huge spiritual ball suspended in front of his chest. It was very large and had a diameter of half a person's height. Standing in front of him would almost cover up Patriarch Wu who was sitting cross-legged on the couch.
This spiritual power ball is very bright, and seems to be wrapped in something, spinning inside. But still can't see what it is. All I know is that the shape is long and narrow, like a stick.
The spiritual power ball was suspended in mid-air spontaneously, and there was nothing supporting it. It just hung alone in mid-air. Moreover, its brightness has a tendency to increase, and the spiritual power in the aura ball becomes more and more intense.
An endless stream of spiritual energy was extracted from the air into the spiritual ball, supplying this inexplicable spiritual power ball, as if it was gestating something. This scene is really frightening to watch.
Seeing such a strange scene, Patriarch Wu did not panic. His eyes flashed with joy, as if he was enjoying it, and the wanton joy in his body was about to overflow.
"Very good. That's it. The stronger you are, the stronger she will be." Wu You's eyes were full of greed and joy, as if he got what he wanted in one day.
"Come on, just smoke it. There is a lot of spiritual power here... hahahahahaha!" As he spoke, he laughed crazily again, like crazy, which looked completely weird in the dim dark room and the weird light.
Fortunately, this was a secret room and there was no one around. No one could witness this scene, otherwise they would be frightened to death. It can be said to be comparable to horror movies.
After laughing for a while, the other party stopped. All the distorted emotions on his face disappeared in an instant, returning to the expressionless face before.
After a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand and gently held the spiritual ball, with a cautious expression on his face, as if he wanted to get closer. But he moved and stopped, straightened his waist again, and looked at the spiritual ball with a very complicated expression.
"Ayao, are you okay? Why haven't you spoken yet? You will be back in this world soon. And you will be stronger than before."
"Are you happy?"
Wu You said nervously, not knowing who he was talking to. But he was clearly the only one in this secret room.
No one answered. But the spiritual power ball was still shining brightly, without any response.
Wu You didn't care either. There was a stiff smile on his lips, his tone was brisk, and his words were full of affection: "When you come back, we can be together again. No one can stop us this time... ...No one! Are you happy?"
When he said that there was no one around, Wu You's eyes were filled with an extremely morbid emotion. It was unclear whether it was hatred, complacency or pleasure, and finally turned into a creepy fascination.
Then... there was a sudden beating inside the spiritual power ball, as if something was violently colliding, desperately trying to jump out. The thick spiritual barrier remained unmoved, and only black shadows were seen shaking inside.
Seeing the movement of the spiritual power ball, Wu You chuckled lightly, caressed the surface of the spiritual power ball, released his hands, and fell quietly on his knees.
"Ha! Then... just continue. I'm waiting for you. Don't be afraid..."
Someone seemed to be laughing madly in the darkness.
