Immortal Immortal

"Cough cough cough..."

Taoist Bai Shuo coughed hard, and his consciousness returned to his body bit by bit.

He looked around and found himself lying on a cold and damp bed, with weak candlelight illuminating a narrow space of less than ten square meters.

The decoration in the house is fresh and elegant, but it reveals an inexplicable sense of depression.

Taoist Bai Shuo shivered, and the biting cold eroded his flesh and blood.

"hiss."

He couldn't help but cover his head. His memory was extremely fragmented. He only remembered that he was at Zhishan Temple not long ago, but it seemed that he encountered... raindrops?

"Why am I here? Has something happened to Senior Brother Taiji?"

Apart from the raindrops, he only remembered the dreams he had had while sleeping.

In the dream, he seemed to be in a container. Someone was whispering outside. Taoist Bai Shuo desperately tried to get out, but to no avail.

"Dream, oh, dream."

Taoist Bai Shuo smiled bitterly, his dream was even clearer than his memory.

He instinctively scratched his left arm, and then he was horrified to find that his skin was burning and turned into pieces of carbon-black scabs.

Only on the left arm, there is an area that retains originally healthy skin.

Part of the skin was tied tightly with cloth strips, and the blood was already soaked in it. It exuded an indescribable corpse odor that went straight to the mouth and nose.

Taoist Bai Shuo could tell that the strip of cloth came from the bed, and it seemed that it was bandaged by himself?

He was about to untie the cloth, but his expression became extremely solemn. There was no trace of spiritual power left during the distraction period, and his natal flying sword was nowhere to be found.

"Where am I? My cultivation... How did my cultivation disappear?"

Taoist Bai Shuo hugged his head in a state of collapse. His scalp was bleeding from his nails. The pain made him regain some sense.

"memory?"

He got off the bed with difficulty and leaned over to check the kotatsu.

The cloth strips had the same pattern as the bed, but there were no defects on the bed. Everything made Taoist Bai Shuo's hair stand on end.

"I must have been here for a while. It's possible that the raindrops touched before the memory fragment were some kind of terrifying taboo."

Taoist Bai Shuo slowly untied the cloth strips on his left arm, and immediately two lines of scars came into view, and the writing was clearly made by himself.

[Remember, there is someone behind the door]

When he saw the sentence, his pupils couldn't help but become dilated.

Thick fear broke out in his heart, making Taoist Bai Shuo unable to breathe at all. He covered his chest and half-knelt, gasping loudly.

"What have I been through?"

Taoist Bai Shuo raised his head and saw that the ordinary wooden door seemed to lead to the Jiuyou underworld.

Then he found another sentence composed of scars on the back of his left hand, "Don't look back when you go out, and don't look at the person in the shadow when you look back."

Taoist Bai Shuo could not recall any missing memories, only endless pain.

He muttered to himself, slumping down on the edge of the bed.

"At least I'm not dead. As long as I'm not dead, there's hope. No matter how long I wait for the Heavenly Sword Sect, I'll be able to get out sooner or later. I'll be able to get out sooner or later..."

The room was extremely silent, as if the passage of time had stopped.

Taoist Bai Shuo crossed his legs with a crazy expression, kept mumbling, and glanced nervously at the shadows in various corners.

"No, I can't stay here any longer. Even if I can survive, I will go crazy."

Taoist Bai Shuo bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to stay awake. He stumbled to his feet and tried to find useful clues.

As a result, the furniture in the house consisted of ordinary objects.

Too ordinary, ordinary and terrifying.

The furniture and furnishings were perfectly positioned, and there were no traces of dragging on the floor. Even the lamp oil used to burn the candles had only burned for one night.

"Ahhhh."

Taoist Bai Shuo collapsed and grabbed the bench and smashed it against the wall.

The bench disintegrated, and he hit the ground hard with the legs of the bench until his mouth cracked and the ground was not damaged at all.

Taoist Bai Shuo lay on the bed in a miserable state, falling asleep due to exhaustion.

I don’t know how long I will rest.

When Taoist Bai Shuo opened his eyes, he first felt that the temperature in the room had become colder, his teeth couldn't stop chattering, and his limbs were stiff.

The room was still the same, the candlelight was weak, and it was difficult to tell the difference between day and night.

Taoist Bai Shuo came to the wooden table and carefully observed the candlelight. He realized that the room temperature had not changed at all, but he felt increasingly cold.

In the next few days, Taoist Bai Shuo kept destroying the furniture repeatedly.

The cold is like a reminder, gradually freezing flesh and bones. It takes Taoist Bai Shuo longer and longer to wake up every day.

Taoist Bai Shuo couldn't help but look at the door, his fear already somewhat forgotten.

"Haha, you can't just die on the bedside like a coward, right?"

He put his ear against the door and listened carefully, but there was no movement from the outside world.

Taoist Bai Shuo hesitated again and again, and finally pushed open the wooden door. The warm wind greeted him, and the light outside dispelled the darkness.

Then he saw a passage with candles hanging on the wall and nothing else.

At the end is also a wooden door.

Taoist Bai Shuo was stunned when a finger suddenly touched his neck gently.

His scalp was numb, and he remembered the warning of the scar on his left arm. He rolled sideways without thinking, and soon saw the full sight of the monster behind the door.

It has a short body and long and narrow arms and legs, resembling a human-shaped stick insect.

"Is it the Sword Demon?"

"Well."

Taoist Bai Shuo groaned, and his chest was directly penetrated upside down. Blood and water mixed with organ fragments, and weakness spread in the lungs.

The hanging faceless face tilted, and disappeared into the blind corner of the field of vision using both hands and feet.

"Remember, there is someone behind the door."

Taoist Bai Shuo became calm, as if he had faced a similar situation before, and immediately threw out the cloth strip to bind the wound and hooked it onto the wooden door.

He ran as far as he could toward the end of the aisle.

When fingers caress the neck.

Taoist Bai Shuo understood that this was a sign that Hanging was about to take action, so he quickly pulled back the cloth, and the wooden door reopened with a creaking sound.

The threat from hanging upside down is gone.

Taoist Bai Shuo looked back, hanging upside down and twisting his way out of the wooden door. He did not continue to pursue, but just tilted his head.

When he reached the end of the corridor, he opened the second door in a panic.

Still the same aisle.

The number of candles has been reduced by half, and the elongated shadows are like poisonous snakes.

“Don’t look back when you go out, and don’t look back at the person in the shadow.”

Taoist Bai Shuo muttered to himself, then walked with his eyes closed.

But before he took a few steps, he was shocked to find an extra rope inside his body, wrapping around his internal organs through the injury on his chest.

"It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion..."

Taoist Bai Shuo could only continue to hypnotize him, holding his hands on the wall and walking forward.

Taking one step at a time, he could feel his organs leaving his body, first the large and small intestines, then the kidneys, spleen, lungs...

Taoist Bai Shuo couldn't bear to open his eyes, and his feet became heavier and heavier.

He seemed to have turned into an animal hanging in a butcher's shop. After the internal organs were processed, the ropes took out the bones one by one.

Taoist Bai Shuo groped for the door handle tremblingly.

He closed his eyes and walked into the third aisle.

The smell of corpses in the third aisle was extremely strong, and it was not as empty as before. His right foot came into contact with a large amount of debris accumulated on the ground.

Taoist Bai Shuo closed the wooden door again with difficulty.

Bah.

After a tearing sound, Taoist Bai Shuo realized that there really was a rope, and it broke completely after the wooden door was closed.

He fell heavily and when he opened his eyes, he saw a mountain of corpses.

All the corpses are his own, and the deaths are all strange.

"I see, I...have been...death repeatedly."

"Must...have to leave something behind."

Taoist Bai Shuo breathed heavily, and the remaining vitality quickly passed away. After groping for a while, he noticed that his back was hollow.

There was literally a broken cord in the spine.

Taoist Bai Shuo raised his left arm and carved hard on the intact skin.

[Don’t close your eyes, the rope is holding your organs.]

After the carving was completed, Taoist Bai Shuo lay quietly on the pile of corpses, waiting to die.

There was a rustling sound.

Taoist Bai Shuo was on the verge of death. He turned his head with difficulty. When he saw the source of the sound, his expression was full of uncontrollable despair.

"Impossible, impossible, hahahaha."

"If I continue to go deeper, what will I become in the end?"

Taoist Bai Shuo's eyes were rolling around, with a strange and inexplicable smile on his face. This was a sign of mental breakdown. If he still had some cultivation, his body and soul would go crazy and lose control.

He desperately wanted to carve another line of words, but his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

………

"Cough cough cough."

Taoist Bai Shuo coughed hard and woke up in a closed room.

The furniture around him was neatly arranged, and the dim candlelight swayed slightly, but it revealed an inexplicable depression, and he was a little breathless.

………

"Is there no sign of Bai Shuo's strangeness?"

"Yeah, all of a sudden he started banging his head against the coffin lid."

Taoist Yezhuo couldn't help but feel a gleam on his back. Even if Taoist Baishuo stopped his self-mutilation in time, the latter's body would become a bloody mess.

Especially on the back, Taoist Bai Shuo grabbed his ribs with both arms.

Almost tearing myself in half.

"It's tricky. I can't understand the taboos of the Night Walker God at all."

Li Mo frowned and sewed up the wounds of Taoist Bai Shuo. At the same time, he poured the corpse wine that promoted healing into the black coffin until he was completely healed.

"Ye Zhuo, look, there's another line of writing on his right arm."

Taoist Ye Zhuo murmured: "Don't close your eyes, the rope will strangle your organs."

"Mom, what's going on with Bai Shuo? Who left the scar? I'm really scared."

If he wasn't really unkind, he would have wanted to suggest Li Mo to free Taoist Bai Shuo.

"The black coffin alone is indeed not enough."

Taoist Yezhuo was just about to speak when he saw Li Mo take out a pseudo-magic weapon in the shape of an intestine, and the fear in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Blood hides the soul, a fake magic weapon."

Li Mo threw the blood-hidden soul to Taoist Ye Zhuo.

Perhaps it is still slightly difficult to refine magic weapons, but fake magic weapons are completely useless, and it is just easy to use blood to hide souls all the time.

With the phantom of the tattooed beast joining him, most of the pseudo-magic weapons have become useless.

Moreover, Li Mo still has not completed the flesh and blood spirit pattern. Unless it is washed with innate essence, the blood-hiding soul is destined to be unable to be promoted to a magic weapon.

Taoist Yezhuo put away the blood-hiding soul, nodded and said: "Bai Shuo is my beloved relative and friend after all, and I will never give up no matter what."

"Pay more attention to the canaries following the big sword shuttle, and don't feed them to death."

"I'm going to practice sword practice. I will naturally come out when I arrive at the Fire Spirit Hall."