Zhou Ye, the leader of Lingmen.
Before Yang Ning, there was the only spiritual master in the world.
He tried seance countless times throughout his life, but only succeeded once.
That one time made Yang Ning what he is today.
Although Zhou Ye himself didn't know why his seduction was successful, it was successful after all.
At this moment, the 10,000 soul fragments of this seance master who had successfully seduced gods began to burn simultaneously.
Yang Ning stood quietly in front of thousands of raging flames. He had always been decisive in killing, but this time he was a little hesitant.
Ming Ming, who was always paying attention to Yang Ning, noticed Yang Ning's hesitation and immediately said: "Chengcheng! We can't let him die! Continue to torture him!"
The hesitation in Yang Ning's eyebrows changed slightly.
Mingming said again: "Chengcheng, let him die. We no longer live in the shadow of the past. This way we can live forever, which is good."
Yang Ning's expression changed again.
Mingming: "Chengcheng, keep him! Continue to torture him!"
"Chengcheng, forget it, let him die..."
"Can't die!"
"Let him die!"
As Yang Ning's expression changed, Ming Ming's stance also continued to change.
The other brats have figured it out.
This is obviously because the position is constantly changing. This is clearly Yang Ning himself who is indecisive!
No matter what Yang Ning does, he will obviously support him.
But she clearly didn't want Yang Ning to be in such a difficult situation, so she watched Yang Ning's expression change and kept encouraging Yang Ning in her own way.
Tongtong pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "This is indeed a difficult choice."
"Should we let go of our hatred and step out of the shadows? Or continue to make the evildoers suffer painful torture?"
Next to her, the little ghost girl Shiwen, who usually doesn't talk much, also nodded and said: "Yes, it is very pleasant to leave the enemy to continue to torture, but when torturing the old man, Chengcheng himself will also be indulged in the memories of the past."
Little Baldy: "Chengcheng's experience is more painful than ours."
Honghong: “It’s hard to look back on the past.”
Fatty Sun: "I feel like this is an important moment. I should have some wine and skewers first and have a full stomach before making a decision."
At this time, the little turtle with broken arms and legs crawled to Yang Ning's side, laughed and grabbed Yang Ning's trouser leg, and said: "Chengcheng, time, time..."
Yang Ning picked up the little turtle and said with a smile: "Well, I think so too."
Seeing his smiling expression, Mingming suddenly felt embarrassed, "Chengcheng, what on earth is this, do you want to let him die?"
Taking out a stick of incense from the white cloth bag he carried with one hand, Yang Ning blew a breath, looked at the burning incense and said, "Let him die."
"If I let him go, I would also let myself go."
Yang Ning laughed as she spoke, "You're obviously right. Since memories are so painful, don't always live in them."
"Thank you Chengcheng for your compliment!"
Mingming, who always has a sullen face and likes to remember people's names, heard Yang Ning praise him, and a sweet smile suddenly appeared on his little face.
Click!
The incense stick in Yang Ning's hand easily penetrated the floor in the dark room and stood on the ground, with green smoke rising.
In an instant, except for Yang Ning, his kid and the ten thousand and one Zhou Ye, everyone else present seemed to have been cast a immobilization spell at once.
On Zhou Ye's face, the expression that was a mixture of pride, pain, and joking suddenly had a hint of panic: "You, what did you do?!"
"This, the time here?! Time?!"
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Dear Master, I decided to put down my hatred and lift your soul."
"But before that, as my final farewell gift to my apprentice, you still need to go through a little torture."
The look on Zhou Ye's face became more and more frightened, and at the same time, the fire in his eyes became fierce and strong.
This is Zhou Ye rapidly burning his soul.
However, Yang Ning just blew lightly into the air, "Huh!"
The rapidly beating fire in Zhou Ye's eyes weakened.
"Dear Master, I have already planned to let you go, so don't even think about running away."
A trace of intoxication appeared on Yang Ning's face, and she said slowly: "Master, I know a very romantic word, it's called Ten Thousand Years."
"Next, you will experience this kind of romance, but it will be the romance of your life and death."
"From now on, your soul will exist on this earth for the last three minutes."
"You will disappear in three minutes, but for you, every second of these three minutes is like ten thousand years."
Yang Ning took a step back and said with a smile: "Master, please enjoy the last joy of your life."
"Apprentice, I won't see you off."
After staring at the 10,000 rays of flames, Zhou Ye's expression gradually turned painful and frightening for a few seconds. Yang Ning exhaled slightly, as if he had let go of some kind of burden, and turned around to leave.
After taking a few steps, Yang Ning seemed to have thought of something again. She turned around and bowed slightly to Zhou Ye, who was crying.
Then leave completely.
How long is three minutes?
It passed quickly.
For Yang Ning, who was walking slowly, he had not yet reached the floor of the Buddhist Selection Hall.
For Bai Mao and others, it was just a daze, and they suddenly realized that three minutes had passed.
But for Zhou Ye's soul, that was a full one hundred and eighty ten thousand years.
He endured the soul-searing pain of ten thousand times the fire for 1.8 million years, and finally disappeared.
As for the eternal curse he left for Yang Ning...
Just after Zhou Ye's soul dissipated, a wisp of green smoke flew out from the dark room two hundred meters underground, chasing Yang Ning and flying in front of him.
Judging from the posture of the green smoke, it was originally going to fall directly on Yang Ning.
But Yang Ning just glanced at it, and the green smoke stopped motionless in the air.
Yang Ning turned around and asked the kiddies around her: "Which of you wants eternal life?"
The little devils were silent for a while.
After a long time, Yamei tossed her head and said in a voice: "Chengcheng, have you forgotten that we are all dead?"
Yang Ning smiled, yes, he had even forgotten, these are a bunch of brats.
Fatty Sun on the side looked at Yamei and asked doubtfully: "Don't you always think you are alive?"
Yami's little head flying in the sky gave him a roll of the eyes and said, "Have you ever seen any living person who can take off his head and throw it into the sky for fun? Except for Chengcheng."
Fatty Sun refused to accept, "Chengcheng can not only fly his head, he can also throw his intestines!"
Honghong: "Chengcheng will also take off his hands."
Xia Tian: "There is also a heart! Chengcheng can also take down the heart!"
Little turtle: "Orange--"
Yang Ning covered the little turtle's mouth and said to the little ghosts: "This is all in the past, don't mention it anymore."
"From now on, we have to move forward. No one wants eternal life, right? Then I'll keep it for now."
"When I get tired of living, I will let this curse go away."
All the brats nodded.
Yang Ning then looked at the wisp of green smoke. The green smoke suddenly fell lightly on Yang Ning's white clothes, as if he had been granted amnesty.
After that, Yang Ning walked briskly towards the ground.
Looking at his back, a group of little ghosts followed him happily.
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