They were indeed haunted by innocent souls, and the deaths of these innocent souls were closely related to them, and could even be said to be directly linked.
These resentful souls who died watched helplessly as their perpetrators made a smooth journey with dazzling scenery, but they could only groan and howl in the gloomy darkness without seeing the light of day. You can imagine how full of hatred they were. They have been waiting for this day for many years.
Their souls have long been reduced to scattered fragments by cruel torture, and their consciousness is incomplete and unclear. Along with their hearts, they are trapped in another heart and never see the light of day. Only at some special moments, the soul occasionally comes back and finds some bloody past.
They hate it, no matter how long it takes. And as time goes by, this hatred grows day by day, converging into lakes of resentment, hidden deep in the hearts that never see the light of day, waiting for the day of release.
Until today...
They heard a familiar voice calling, waking them up one by one from their terrible dreams. This voice is like the murmur of a relative, a memory of childhood, and the embrace of a long-lost mother... It clears up their perennially cloudy mood.
This voice called them gently, soothed them, and asked them to wake up from their confusion and see what night it was. Beating in the dark room where they were imprisoned, they were excited and jumping for joy, knowing in their hearts that this was the redemption they had finally waited for.
At first, the voice was gentle and weak, and could only wake them up one by one from their broken spiritual consciousness through the barrier.
The soft words contained the elder's love and comfort. Through this voice, they seemed to be able to see the legendary figure, who had led them to grow up since they were young, and now rescued them from chaos.
It also caused their souls to drift, and they were gradually freed from their suffering. All the tribesmen are waiting, waiting for that moment...
As time went by, the voice gradually became stronger, no longer as gentle as it was at the beginning, and took on the sound of Jin Ge, with hidden murderous intent. Their fragmented spiritual consciousness gradually gathered together in this special sound, barely condensing into a complete consciousness.
More and more tribesmen have regained consciousness. Although they are still trapped in the dark "dark room", they can also feel the various scents lingering around their souls, some are familiar, some are unfamiliar, and some are paradoxical... Thousands of fragmented mixed consciousnesses echo each other.
They were looking forward to it and feeling sad at the same time, enjoying the long-lost reunion and relaxation together, and even suppressed the endless hatred in their hearts.
Although the way of getting together was unusual, they still felt a slight sense of happiness, at least they could meet again before passing away.
The next step is to wait——
It wasn't until they heard the excited noise of a slightly younger soul that they finally let go of the trace of negativity hidden deep in their hearts.
That was the trumpet of victory... Countless fragmented souls echoed each other, making stronger sounds, echoing the elders' orders, vowing to destroy all dirty hearts.
They all believe and firmly believe that——
Their family will one day escape from death.
Even if it means death, they are still free.
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Looking at the tragic and strange death of the young man, Ning Xia, who was not far away, felt her heart tremble, her mind went blank, she was covered in cold sweat, and she couldn't help but take a step back.
But that's not all. The body of the deceased deteriorated rapidly, the skin and flesh turned gray, and it seemed that all blood color had been lost in an instant. The muscles were stiff, as if they had turned into a weathered corpse in an instant.
The deceased was a young man, and Ningxia clearly remembered his youthful face at the moment of his death. How can young people be immature? What's more, the wealthy disciples who grew up in Jinxiudui are all fair and rosy, and look pampered.
It took only a few breaths after his death for his body to deteriorate to this extent. No one really believed that there was no problem. It's really chilling.
etc……
Ningxia Mengdi raised his head. Dots of light were seen above his body. Although they were not as dazzling as those on the platform, they could not be ignored.
These light spots were emitted from the dead young man's body. They slowly floated in the air, gathered together little by little, and finally gathered together and solidified into one thing.
sword? That's... a sword!
Ningxia was dumbfounded, looking at the shapeless sword shape in mid-air. Many thoughts were blocked in her chest, and she was unable to speak.
Several conjectures that have just been formed quickly come to mind, no matter which one they are, people dare not think deeply.
The sword again.
Holy Veins. Sword slave.
The sound of swords in the night of Siwuxing, the demise of Zhonghuan. The sound of the sword that echoed through the sky now, and the shadow of the sword that appeared inexplicably in front of him... all indicate that all of this is likely to be related to the Holy Vein.
Jiang Dongliu has a deep hatred for the Holy Vein family and has devoted himself to destroying the Holy Vein for many years. Although there is no evidence, the demise of the Holy Vein in recent years is most likely related to him.
So the question is, is what he has done over the years just simply wanting to eliminate the Holy Vein clan? If so, he has done it. Then why did he jump out now and create such a big battle?
He has been planning for many years to kill all the holy blood, could it be just for today? Maybe it's just so that today's plan can be completed smoothly.
If this is the case...then everyone here, especially those beasts who have "used" the holy veins, may be in bad luck. Thinking of this, Ningxia couldn't tell whether she was more scared or happy.
If she wasn't in the middle of the situation, she would probably be happy. I'm glad that these beasts who have done evil for many years and are cruel and cruel are finally punished.
Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. It’s not that I won’t report it, it’s just that the time has not come.
After all, I found the retribution on my own. No one can escape.
Ningxia suddenly felt blessed. Maybe this was the show that Mrs. Hongji "invited" her to watch. For her, this was indeed a "good show" to relieve her anger.
It's a pity that she herself seemed to be involved in this farce and became the fish in the pond, and her mood was not so good.
While thinking about it, the sword shadow had completely solidified, hanging Xuxu above the corpse, with the sword's center facing downwards, facing the corpse, and little bits of light scattered along the tip of the sword.
This is a very beautiful sword.
Although it is now just a shadow composed of light and shadow, its former magnificence can still be vaguely seen. The thin and long sword body and the hilt are wrapped with gorgeous lines, exuding an indescribable atmosphere.
But no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a shadow of what once existed. It has long ceased to exist, and has died along with the soul within it.
The corpse facing it was most likely the person who caused its tragic death. This man has now paid a heavy price for his actions and died tragically here.
This has to be said to be a very ironic thing.
