Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

This phantom can go straight to the eighteenth floor of hell without even triggering any reaction from the jailer and the magic dog.

In addition, Qin He also knows from the shadow puppets of several unlucky officials in the underworld:

Lord Yan of the underworld, closed in the eighteenth floor of hell, basically does not care about the affairs of the underworld, so that the twelve yin commanders of the underworld each support their own troops and separate themselves from one side.

So apart from the legendary Yan Jun who has never seen his real body, Qin He can't think of another one.

Sure enough, Xu Ying pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "Actually...it's nothing, I just want to chat with you." x.com

Its voice is very soft, very peaceful, with indifference in peace, the kind of desire and desire.

Its body is as illusory as the soul, and its eyes are empty. If you don't look carefully, it's like air. But at the same time, the difference between it and the soul is very obvious, empty but not scattered, and the breath is condensed.

"Talk? Talk about what?" Qin He asked.

"You can talk about anything." Xu Ying blinked his empty eyes a few times, and said slowly: "Actually, I haven't chatted for a long time. The last time I chatted with was a Taoist priest. He is different from you. Different people."

"Oh, by the way, the sword in his hand is very beautiful, I like it very much."

"But I don't like the way he talks."

"Overall, he's still a lot of fun, as much fun as you are."

"Yes, it's interesting."

"As interesting as you."

"Is he called Daoist Ling Yun?" Qin He asked.

For a Taoist priest who can come here to chat with it, within three hundred years, there will only be Daoist Lingyun.

"Yes, he said his name is Ling Yun."

"However, he came here by himself, and I didn't invite him."

"He chatted with me for a while."

"I liked him a lot at first, but then, I didn't like him anymore."

"..."

Yan Jun spoke softly, his empty pupils seemed to be trapped in memories.

"And then, how did you guys talk?" Qin He's train of thought was different.

Consciously being led astray, I asked along.

"I pushed it away because I didn't like him anymore."

"He's not very reasonable."

"It's a bit ugly when it's long."

"The hair is dirty, and there is mud in the nails, so I shouldn't take a bath."

Qin He: "..."

Qin He's mind was a little out of order, not because of anything else, but because he found that Yan Jun was a bit stubborn and talked too much nonsense.

And, love the soliloquy statements.

Contrary to the imaginary image of the icy, yin-spirited lord whose mouth is bubbling with gloom, it is completely a heaven and an underground.

So much so that Qin He didn't know how to continue the conversation for a while. x.com

First time seeing this.

"Uh, well, let me make a point first, you are the Lord Yan of the underworld, right?" Qin He shook his head and hurried back to the issues he cared about.

Daoist Lingyun doesn't take a bath? Ugly?

Got mud under your fingernails?

This kind of gossip lace is not important, and I am not interested in it.

"That's what they call me, but I don't really like it."

"And I don't like them too much."

"Because they're boring."

"Interesting people, very few."

"Then what... have you practiced in seclusion here all year round?" Qin He hastily interrupted its soliloquy, and continued to ask.

"Retreat?" Xu Ying was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why do you think so?"

"This place is full of murderous potential. You are not practicing in seclusion here. What are you doing?" Qin He asked strangely.

"This...is my home." Xu Ying took it for granted.

"Home... home?" Qin He's eyes widened.

Can this kind of place be called home?

Out of your mind?

Any place in the world is a hundred times better than here, right?

Let's not talk about these murderous intentions, just talk about the endless silence and ruins here, how can there be any good?

"Here... is where I was born."

"I was born here."

"So I just

stay here. "

"Like your word, home."

"It's a very interesting word, I like it very much."

"Oh, by the way, a Taoist priest taught me, but not Ling Yun."

"It's incredible that he's strong, but weaker than you."

"..."

Xu Ying explained something, and then started rambling again.

"Stop, stop!"

Qin He hastily stretched out his hand to interrupt it again, let it continue, he couldn't keep talking for a day, his mind was still easily confused, and said: "Well, you said you were born here, so... what are you?"

"I... am not a thing."

"Uh... Let's put it another way, what race are you? Demon, devil, ghost, monster or something else?" Qin He guided.

This time, Xu Ying finally fell into a moment of thought, and said: "I should... belong to the spirit."

"The spirit of what?" Qin He asked.

"That's it." Xu Ying pointed to the surrounding ruins.

This time, Qin He was down for more than ten breaths.

He looked left and right, and finally determined that it referred to the surrounding ruins, bricks and tiles, not anything else. Biqu library

This is the 18th floor of hell in the underworld, and it is dead silent. There shouldn't be and there won't be anything "vibrant".

Can ruins also give birth to "spirits"?

Talk all day and night!

Divine artifacts can give birth to spiritual wisdom, and flowers, plants and trees can give birth to spiritual wisdom, which is called ghosts.

A considerable part of the so-called demons and ghosts belong to spirits. Spirits and monsters do not enter reincarnation, but they possess intelligence and certain abilities. For example, some towering ancient trees are very mysterious and cannot be chopped down randomly.

ruins?

how?

But soon, Qin He reacted.

It does not refer to ruins.

But... Heavenly Court! !

This piece of ruins belongs to part of the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, Qin He felt a flash of lightning flash through his mind, his voice trembled, and he opened his eyes in disbelief and asked, "Are you a spirit born from heaven?"