"who?"
An old voice came from inside the wooden house.
Song Xin and Zhang Xiuyang looked at each other, and both of them could see the surprise in each other's eyes. I never expected that there would be people here.
Zhang Xiuyang cleared his throat and said loudly: "I accidentally stumbled into this place, please ask the old gentleman to show me a way out."
The creaking sounds in the house suddenly stopped, and then fell into silence. After a while, there was a sigh.
"come in."
Song Xin opened the door and saw a dilapidated hut with black walls and dense spider webs. The furnishings in the house are simple, with only a broken table and a broken straw mat. If you look closely, there is half an inch of dust on the table. It is obvious that no one has used it for a long time.
In the corner of the room stood a silk reeling frame that was as clean as new, with circles of snow-white silk thread wrapped around it. This was the only thing in the room that looked clean.
An old man with a stooped body and disheveled white hair turned his back to them, stroking a silk thread with his rough fingers.
Seeing this scene, the two of them hesitated at the door, not knowing whether to go in or not.
"Are you new here? I thought you were here to carry silk threads." The old man did not look back when he spoke, and the work at hand was still carried out in an orderly manner.
"Old sir, we still don't know where this is. We still hope that the old gentleman can clarify our doubts?"
The old man did not answer his question, but said to himself: "You said, I have been reeling here for thirty years, so you let me go. Has it been thirty years now..."
"Wait until I finish this last bundle of silk threads..." After the old man finished speaking, he ignored Song Xin and Zhang Xiuyang, and the movements of his hands could not help but speed up a bit.
Seeing this strange old man, Song Xin and Zhang Xiuyang were even more stunned, "Has he been trapped here for thirty years? And he is still forced to keep reeling silk?"
Song Xin boldly stepped into the wooden house. There was a rustling sound in the room. Only then did Song Xin see that the corner of the house was filled with bundles of snow-white silk threads.
The old man seemed a little dissatisfied, "Don't scare them. If the silk doesn't come out, I won't be able to finish my work."
"Them?" Song Xin was startled and was about to ask when he saw countless green light spots like fireflies lighting up in a large spider web in the corner of the room. If you look closely, they are actually eyes!
Song Xin was startled and jumped out of the house. This sudden movement caused another commotion among the little spiders hidden in the wooden house.
When Zhang Xiuyang saw Song Xin's reaction, he also hurriedly took precautions.
"He's not using silk, he's using spider silk!"
"Spider silk!?" Zhang Xiuyang was surprised. He had never heard that spider silk could be used to make silk thread.
The old man in the house was calm and calm, "Don't be afraid, they are all shy and docile. You will have to reel here for thirty years. If you scare them, who will spin the silk for you?"
Zhang Xiuyang shouted angrily: "Who are you!? Why are you pretending to be a ghost here!"
The old man faced the question, but ignored him at all. He kept reeling silk in his hand, as if it was a machine that couldn't stop.
"I'll try him!"
Zhang Xiuyang said, taking out a fire talisman and flicking it. After the talisman flew into the house, Zhang Xiuyang was surprised to find that the fire talisman that flew into the house could not be activated. I saw the talisman falling next to the old man with a clatter, and instantly turned into ashes. The old man just glanced at it and said casually: "The silk of the Ganduo spider is not afraid of the fire of hell. I advise you not to waste the talisman paper."
"Ganduo Spider?" Neither of them had heard of this name, and they met each other for a while.
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Looked at each other.
Xiaoyu said via voice transmission: "This is a kind of monster from the West. Legend has it that this kind of spider silk can connect the lotus pond in Paradise and the blood pond in hell."
Song Xin was about to speak when he saw the old man stopped his hand and let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally... it's done..."
He carefully removed the silk thread from the reeling rack, tied it with a small rope, and stacked it in the corner of the room.
"Sir, thirty years, three hundred bundles of spider silk... our agreement is complete..." the old man murmured, turning to look at Song Xin and Zhang Xiuyang.
Under his disheveled white hair, only an old and wrinkled face could be seen. Song Xin felt like he had seen this face somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it.
The old man looked at the two of them, then turned away after a moment, "Let me teach you how to reel silk."
Song Xin asked: "What does this mean? We are not here to reel silk."
The old man sneered, "Decades ago, I thought the same thing, but now I really regret not studying seriously. As a result, I wasted eighteen more years. I could have gone out in thirty years, but I stayed for forty-eight years." , just finished making these threads..."
"Forty-eight years?"
This old man has been here for forty-eight years? Both of them were a little unconvinced, but they could see the dust on the tables and straw mats in the room, which seemed to have been left untouched for a long time. Only the silk reeling rack was still as clean as new. Could it be that this person had been sitting here reeling silk?
Zhang Xiuyang asked: "Where is this place? Why are you here?"
"I was young and energetic back then, and I offended that gentleman..."
"Which adult? What is his name!?"
The old man looked panicked and shook his head desperately, "My Lord's name... cannot be said..."
Seeing his expression, Song Xin was obviously frightened by the torture, so he asked, "What's your name? Are you also a practitioner?"
"Practitioner...?" When the old man heard this name, he seemed to feel unfamiliar. He thought for a while before saying: "I vaguely remember it, right..."
At this point, the old man's expression suddenly changed and he said nervously: "Quick, kneel down, the devil is coming to collect the silk!"
Then he ignored Zhang Xiuyang and Song Xin and almost rolled out of the house, plopped down on his knees outside, and lay on the ground shivering.
Song Xin and Xiu Yang were still stunned when they heard a rustling sound coming from the dense forest and felt a slight tremor under their feet.
A tall figure walked out of the bushes, with dark skin and muscular muscles. Seeing this figure, the skin on the back of Song Xin's head went numb for a moment, "Xiu Yang, this is a mandrill, hurry up!"
But the old man shouted loudly: "If you can't escape, the devil will eat you!"
Song Xin couldn't care less about this. He grabbed Zhang Xiuyang's sleeve and ran away. But before the two of them took a few steps, a huge figure was already standing in front of them, staring down at them.
This was a corpse mandrill that he had never seen before, but the sense of oppression it gave Song Xin was ten times that of the corpse mandrill that Tuoshan became.
The old man crawled over and said loudly: "Sir, all the silk threads have been made, please accept them."
The mandrill ignored the old man and just stared at Zhang Xiuyang and Song Xin. His eyes without pupils made people shudder.
"go to hell!"
Song Xin jumped back, sharp golden seals popping up in his hand continuously, and golden needles shot out through the wind.
The sharp golden seal flew over the corpse mandrill's body without making any sound, as if it was flying into the air. Then Song Xin felt a violent force coming from behind him
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Before he could react, he received a heavy blow on his back.
Only then did Zhang Xiuyang realize that Song Xin had moved very quickly, but the mandrill was faster than him.
"Song Xin!" Zhang Xiuyang shouted and ran to Song Xin's side. He saw that his mouth was full of blood and his face was purple.
"Uh..." Song Xin retched and spit out a mouthful of blood. The wood spirit Yunshengzhu in his body noticed that he was injured and began to work at high speed to repair the injury. But when these wood spiritual energy tried to enter the meridians, it was blocked by a black energy.
"Corpse Qi!" Zhang Xiuyang also noticed the black Qi in Song Xin's body, which was so strong that it made him tremble. Just one blow destroyed the repair ability that Song Xin usually relied on.
Song Xin felt that the black energy was still gradually approaching his spiritual core, and the wood spiritual energy was struggling to support it, but it was also retreating inch by inch. He rolled his eyes and passed out.
"Song Xin, you can't sleep! Wake up!" Zhang Xiuyang knew how terrifying it was to be unconscious at this time, which meant that the black energy could rush into Song Xin's spiritual core without any hindrance.
He ignored that the mandrill was still beside him, pressed his palm on Song Xin's chest, and sent his spiritual energy into it.
As soon as the spiritual energy and corpse energy touched, a burning sensation came from Zhang Xiuyang's palm. He was shocked. He didn't expect that the corpse energy in Song Xin's body was so strong. The black energy seemed to be aware of Zhang Xiuyang's spiritual energy, and actually wanted to invade along his palm.
"Damn it!" Zhang Xiuyang gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength, but he was unwilling to let go.
"Xiuyang, withdraw your palm!" When Zhang Xiuyang was in despair, Xiaoyu's voice echoed in his mind.
Suddenly, a warm breath came from Song Xin's mind. When he reached Song Xin's chest, he pushed Zhang Xiuyang's palm away.
As soon as the powerful corpse aura touched this aura, it suddenly became much docile, letting it slowly push itself, and finally gathered together.
Zhang Xiuyang was surprised when he saw a palm-sized black mark gradually forming on Song Xin's chest. He knew that this was the work of the ghost next to Song Xin. Soul power and corpse energy are of the same origin, but they are higher-level existences.
The old man saw that Song Xin was not afraid of corpse energy. The shackles formed by corpse energy had trapped him for forty-eight years. At that time, he also wanted to resist, but every time he gave in in pain.
This kind of shackles can firmly lock the practitioner's spiritual core. No matter how strong your spiritual core is, you can't use spiritual energy, just like a mortal. The only difference is that you can not eat, drink or rest, and you will not die. You can only keep reeling.
But this kind of shackles is more uncomfortable than death.
The old man looked at the black mark on Song Xin's chest, and bursts of black smoke began to appear. It was obvious that the shackles were about to be broken. He was shocked and jealous at the same time, and said loudly and tremblingly: "These two people overestimate their capabilities and are disrespectful to you. You have done a good job! They should be punished for reeling silk here for thirty years! Oh, no, fifty years !”
The mandrill didn't know if he was also surprised, but he remained silent, staring at Song Xin and Zhang Xiuyang. But he had no intention of continuing to take action, like a puppet that had lost control.
The old man glanced at Song Xin again, and continued to ask tentatively: "Sir, my silk thread has been finished. Can you take out the shackles and let me regain my freedom?"
The mandrill lowered his head at this time and looked at the old man on the ground, "Liang Xing, thirty years have passed..."
When the old man heard this, he raised his head excitedly and looked expectantly.
However, when Zhang Xiuyang heard this name, he was shocked like a thunderbolt.
"Liang Xing!?"
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