I don’t know how Sun Jingyu’s eyes are so long. He already looks sinister when he is not looking at him. When he tilts his head slightly and looks at Song Yu, Song Yu has no doubt that if he cannot give him a satisfactory answer, The other party will immediately forget some position and political things, and choose to immediately take revenge on his son.
But Song Yu was not afraid of this kind of scene. After playing so many games, it would be funny to be afraid of such a scene. His level and skills may be taken away by the system, but his mentality is his fundamental quality. Therefore, Song Yu not only was not intimidated by Sun Jingyu's intentional intimidation, but also gave his own advice very seriously: "Of course, living people are more valuable. If they must be dead, then they should hang their heads in front of the battle. This will make it easier to inspire military morale and maximize the benefits. What's the use of hanging thousands of miles away?"
"You are right." Sun Jingyu nodded. "But this alone is not enough for me to tolerate you for too long. After all, Fengyuan is my son, and I have to give him an explanation."
"If you want to kill me in front of the formation, you don't have to take me all the way to the main city of Baizhao. Since you brought me here, there must be other purposes..."
Song Yu's hands had long been hung up and he had no feeling. Seeing that there was still room for negotiation with Sun Jingyu, he couldn't help but fight for himself: "That City Lord Sun, you see, I am a helpless person. It’s difficult for ordinary people to escape from the city lord’s mansion, which is heavily guarded by soldiers like you. How about we remove the iron chains?”
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Sun Jingyu grabbed his neck: "Do you really think that I caught you as a guest?"
Song Yu was strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe, but his hands and feet were restrained and he couldn't break free. He could only make a roaring sound.
When Song Yu almost rolled his eyes, Sun Jingyu let go of his hand. Amidst Song Yu's violent coughing, he lowered his head and took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his fingers carefully: "You are right, now It seems that the price of your life is indeed higher, but there are different ways to live, a comfortable life or..."
After Song Yu finally regained his composure, Sun Jingyu clamped his neck again, and his back slammed into the wall behind him.
"I have more than one son, but Fengyuan is the one who is most like me. Don't worry, I won't let you die too happily..." Sun Jingyu suddenly got stuck before he could finish his words, and there were tears in his eyes. With a touch of red, he let go of the Damascus sword again and sat back to his seat.
Song Yu was pinched twice. At this moment, he felt a little lack of oxygen. It took a long time for the black fog in front of his eyes to completely dissipate. I couldn't help but curse the system again in my heart, forget about everything else! Is it scientific that even the pain shielding function disappears? ! Aren't you afraid of leaving any psychological shadow on the players?
Song Yu coughed for a longer time this time, and Sun Jingyu also waited there quietly, as if Song Yu didn't speak and he wasn't in a hurry to start, and even closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Sun Jingyu was not in a hurry, but Song Yu, who had been hanging for several hours, couldn't bear it anymore. As a modern person, he feels that all the hardships he can endure in his life have been eaten up in this game.
I don’t know when the little Taoist leader will be able to find him.
Seeing the time passing by, Song Yu was suspended so hard that he could hardly feel his hands. Sun Jingyu seemed to have exhausted his patience, and finally walked up to Song Yu again, and looked at Song Yu carefully: "You are not bad, are you interested in coexisting with me?"
Sun Jingyu's eyes were scarlet, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't look like a living person.
"The White Walker King?"
"That's right."
In the previous game, Song Yu relied on the requirements and guidance of system tasks to complete tasks. However, he had never witnessed the switch between Sun Jingyu and the White Walker King. This time, he had seen it and realized one thing.
Between Sun Jingyu and the White Walker King, the White Walker King has the absolute upper hand and control. It can replace Sun Jingyu at any time, but I don't know why it didn't do so.
Or even...want to coexist with yourself?
Naturally, it was impossible for Song Yu to agree, and the days of sharing a body with Wuming were like a nightmare. Of course, I didn’t expect to refuse with determination and unyieldingness right from the start. "I am a useless person who cannot cultivate, and I have no real power. You should look down on me."
"Belittle yourself." Sun Jingyu chuckled and raised his hand to ruffle Song Yu's hair. He was already quite old, and his facial features were very masculine, but his smile was inexplicably feminine and looked strangely tight. "Just because you can't practice the magic here doesn't mean you can't learn the magic from our world."
Song Yu's scalp was numb due to this teasing, and he almost couldn't help shouting that he was a pervert. But after thinking about Sun Jingyu's words carefully, I felt a little frightened: "What do you mean?"
Sun Jingyu was still smiling, charming and abrupt: "We souls from other worlds wear skin and absorb souls because we are cultivating souls. With me, you can get started directly."
Song Yu did not refuse directly. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and showed a smile, but he looked a bit evil and sycophantic: "Is the massacre of hundreds of thousands of people in Zou Ye the way you cultivate your soul?"
Sun Jingyu's smile dropped, and his expression looked a little compassionate: "For the sake of heaven and the great cause, some sacrifices are inevitable."
"You're right." Song Yu lowered his head, suppressed the expression on his face, and hid the words in his heart: So the sacrifice of you bastard is inevitable.
…
Bai Zhao's City Lord's Mansion was much more heavily guarded than Tianyong's City Lord's Mansion. The palace gates were specially equipped with protective formations, which were much more complicated than the ones they set up in the embassy when they were in Tianyong's main city. But it is still not difficult for Jie Nanshi to crack. What is rare is that it is difficult to sneak into it without disturbing the inside.
Xie Nanshi looked at Yuan Fang on his shoulder: "Do you know the specific location?"
Yuan Fang turned around and looked back innocently: "It's right inside, don't ask the birds, they can't get in either."
It seemed that the plan of forcibly breaking the formation and taking the people away as quickly as possible would not work. After all, he didn't know where Song Yu was being held.
Xie Nanshi hesitated. With his current strength, it was not impossible to force his way into the Baizhao City Lord's Mansion, but this would inevitably result in numerous casualties. He remembered the scene when he last saw Song Yu in his previous life. Bai Zhao was surrounded by mourning in the fire. This was a scene that he did not want to see again under any circumstances. After all, the people were innocent.
"Who is that? Sneaky!"
At this time, the sky has completely plunged into darkness. Bai Zhao's night ban is much stricter than Tianyong's. After dark, there are no pedestrians around. Xie Nanshi lingered outside the city lord's mansion for too long, which obviously attracted the attention of the patrol officers.
Since Xie Nanshi didn't want to forcefully break into the city lord's palace, he naturally wouldn't confront these patrollers and disappeared in the blink of an eye. His movements were so weird that those on patrol were startled at first, and then they sounded the gong.
"There's an assassin!"
This sound woke up Bai Zhaocheng, and many guards ran out, looking for those who violated the curfew.
Jie Nanshi did not leave Taiyuan, but landed on the roof of a nearby house, quietly observing the City Lord's Mansion not far away, frowning.
He was going to give himself a night to think. If he still couldn't think of a way to break through the formation and sneak into the house, he would have to force his way in!
"Brother Jie?" A clear and somewhat doubtful voice came from behind. The voice sounded quite familiar.
Xie Nanshi turned around and saw a window opened in the inn opposite. A gentle-looking girl stood at the window and looked doubtfully at Xie Nanshi who was standing on the roof. It was Ren Wan who he hadn't seen for several months.
In fact, the current Xie Nanshi has almost completely blended his figure into the night, making it difficult for others to spot him. However, the Ren family has a special way of practicing. The Ren family mainly relies on a pair of eyes to travel around the world, and only then can they see Xie Nanshi at a glance. .
Xie Nanshi also didn't expect to meet Ren Wan here, but he was just surprised for a moment before flying into Ren Wan's room on tiptoe.
Ren Wan then closed the window and asked directly: "Brother Xie, is there anything I can do to help?"
Xie Nanshi did not refuse, and said bluntly: "I need to go to the City Lord's Mansion."
Ren Wan smiled when he heard this: "What a coincidence, I am here this time to go to the City Lord's Mansion. If Brother Xie doesn't mind, you can go with me tomorrow."
Xie Nanshi looked slightly relieved: "Thank you very much."
…
Perhaps Song Yu's attitude is quite good, and it can even be called a change. The White Walker King finally stopped tying him up, mainly because in front of himself, the White Walker King, Song Yu was so weak and pitiful that there was no need to tie him up.
Song Yu rubbed his wrists and sat on the bed. His attitude was not respectful but not as casual as usual: "Your Majesty, will City Master Sun agree to cooperate with me?"
There was a hint of arrogance in the White Walker King's tone: "I don't need anyone's approval for who I want to cooperate with."
"Since we want to cooperate, we must increase our understanding of each other." Song Yu spared no effort in formulating the words: "Why on earth is your world connected to this place?"
Although Song Yu's wording was a bit strange, it did not prevent the White Walker King from understanding the meaning of his words. It was just: "I don't know."
Perhaps the White Walker King has determined that Song Yu will not refuse to cooperate with him, or even if Song Yu refuses to cooperate, with him as the White Walker King guarding him, Song Yu will never be able to escape. Then he calmly talked about the content related to the two worlds.
In fact, most of the information mentioned by the White Walker King was already known to Song Yu. People from other worlds are good at cultivating Taoism, but no one has broken the mirror and become an immortal in more than ten thousand years. However, when a person who practices Taoism dies, his soul is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it will not dissipate in a short period of time. However, it is only a matter of time before the soul returns to heaven and earth.
As long as one day, there will be a gap in their world, a gap where the dead can go.
"I am also a cultivator, but there is one difference. I did not die when I came to this world. I actively abandoned my body and came here." The White Walker King smiled, but said the most terrifying words.
