(061 Hold Me a Ghost)

"It's easy for my seniors to kill me, but that thing ......" Hook Pig squeezed out a smile under the pressure and said, "No one can find it......"

"The three people except me don't know where things are," he pointed at Song Ruhai and the other three with a slight tuck at the corner of his mouth, "So, disciple, it's easy for me to die, but it's difficult to find the things of my predecessors......"

Song Ruhai and Fat Niu were both aware of this terrifying coercion.

Not only were they firmly pressed to the ground unable to stand up, but even the expressions on their faces were fixed and they couldn't say anything.

The old man was here to control everything: any movement of air in the room, goosebumps and every hair all over their bodies, the flow of blood in their bodies, their breathing and heartbeat.

Perhaps the only thing he couldn't control was the fear that spontaneously grew in the hearts of these people.

"Where is it?"

The reason why this old man still allowed Hook Pig to speak was obviously to hear what he had to say.

"I'll go back early in the morning and put it back in its place......"

"As long as the seniors are willing to raise their noble hands and do one thing......"

The only thing the hook pig can do under this coercion is to speak, and even the freedom to show his expression is denied.

"What's the matter. The old man's face was terribly gloomy.

"Sending a few juniors across the bridge doesn't take any effort from the seniors. ”

The old man's face twitched.

Since he was a slave of this Gong Transmission Tower, although there was no prohibition on assisting students to cheat in the deed of sale, he was a craftsman who was rigid in everything, and it was indeed extremely torturous for him to accept "assisting in cheating".

But the pain of losing the fruits of more than a decade of hard work is greater than the destruction of this obsessive-compulsive pursuit of perfection and rigidity.

"Yes. ”

After a dead silence, the old man said in a deep voice.

"Deal. Hook Pig suddenly found that he was free to laugh again.

The coercion in the room was completely gone, and the old man seemed to be an ordinary carpenter again.

Song Ruhai and Fat Niu watched all these changes in surprise, while the wood was still snoring.

The difference was that the old man did not go down to his underground workshop.

When a long job that has lasted for more than ten years is suddenly interrupted, he loses interest in continuing to work.

If there is no hope at all, he can only start from scratch.

But the shrewd young man in front of him gave him this nervousness, he didn't want to go anywhere, just stared at this young man here, and didn't leave a single step.

As if this was the only way he could avoid all the changes.

He kept the pig stunned until morning, and when the first rays of morning light had cleared the darkness, the old man suddenly changed his expression.

"You guys, come to learn swordsmanship?"

Hook Pig laughed dumbly.

He was not mistaken, the old man had no memory during the day - his adventure was a success.

Otherwise, with this old man's astonishing sense, even if he could run farther, in the daytime, the old man would retrieve this thing by himself, and his plan would surely fail completely.

"We don't learn swordsmanship, and we don't cross that bridge by ourselves. ”

Hook Pig muttered as usual, so that the old man would not take them to the bridge again to explain, and as long as he said so, the old man would ignore them, and go to check the rope bridge and the puppet on his own, and if it was all right, he would come back and continue his carpentry work.

He went straight outside, and the heart was left outside the door by him, and he could see it when he pushed the door.

When he went out yesterday, it was already dark, and he didn't dare to run far, but this little darkness was enough to stop everything.

He picked up the heart, wrapped in a white cloth, and took it back to his room.

The old man's expression did not fluctuate at all, he did not have these memories, and he did not know what the hook pig was holding.

Hook Pig found that he had destroyed five bridges a bit too much.

Because during the day, the old man simply ignored his entry and exit of the underground workshop, and the prohibitions and locks must have been set up by him at night, and the old man during the day did not know what else was underground.

Hook Pig puts the thing back in the underground workshop.

After staying outside all night, the red light flowing on the heart had dimmed a little, and sure enough, the aura outside was far less than this room.

The spiritual fire in the room had been boiling the sap of the immortal tree.

The pure yang aura in the wood aura was boiled out like this, permeating this room, so thick that the air in the entire room appeared to feel stagnant.

This heart will slowly absorb these pure yang aura here, and the red aura on it will gradually become vivid again, and the beating will become more powerful.

Red streamers spread throughout these spaces, flowing through them like water. The whole world was beating, once, at once, like a heartbeat. Strangely, he didn't feel unsteady on his feet. It was as if he was not standing, but floating in the world.

The red color is gradually expanding, and the hook pig gradually feels that it has turned into patches of transparent blood red from the front and back, left and right, up and down. These blood-red are twisted walls and pipes that form a space one by one, connected by pipes, like some kind of deep underground cavern.

The hook pig moves blankly through these labyrinthine burrows.

Hook Pig suddenly woke up, "This is in the heart?"

But he didn't have any uneasiness in his heart, and the wonderful environment aroused his strong curiosity, like a traveler who has just met the beautiful scenery, only a pleasant sense of excitement.

This red color is as soft as clotted cream, but as crystal clear as red agate, which can consolidate aura.

Of course, if this heart has a soul, then these auras can also be called true qi.

Just like the forbidden wood knots he had seen, these pure yang aura were consolidated in these substances, forming an incomparably complex knot.

They urge and urge these substances, making the whole heart beat again and again without stopping. Of course, every beating consumes a part of the pure yang aura. But he also absorbed the pure yang aura from the outside world, and continued to maintain this kind of dancing on the edge of the cliff.

Hook Pig tries to comprehend the formation diagram in this world like comprehending the prohibition on the wooden door.

He failed.

This formation is too mysterious and complicated, and his entire divine sense can't hold so many things, I really don't know how anyone can arrange it.

Hook pig gradually went to the depths of this heart.

At its deepest point was a giant egg, nestled in a multitude of swirling red twisted veins.

The pale cyan jade-like ancient shell glowed with a faint white light.

Hook Pig was attracted by the giant egg, and his curiosity burned like fire, and he couldn't help but touch the giant egg.

A loud, low "click" came from the eggshell.

A crack has already appeared in the eggshell.

The violent suction came from the eggshell, almost absorbing himself into the egg, a force he couldn't stop at all, and fear filled his whole heart at once, but it was too late.

"It's over!" Hook Pig regretted.

At this moment, a mysterious and powerful force suddenly grabbed his arm, and the hook pig was not sucked into the egg for a while.

The suction that bounced out of the cracked eggshell was still powerful.

The hook pig was pulled in opposite directions by these two forces, and it felt like it was slowly being stretched, like a ramen, stretching longer and longer.

A strange pain came from the severed place, a pain like a severed limb, but not a severed limb, but another kind of loss, like a soul.

This noodle finally broke inexorably.

Hook Pig's soul was cut off partially, this pain is more than the real severed limb, Hook Pig couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

The hook pig trembled, as if falling from infinity and suddenly woke up.

Sweating profusely, he sat where he was, his eyes still fixed on the blood-red heart that had been placed on the bench.

There was still pain in his arm, but it was the unfathomable old man, who still clamped his arm tightly, and only let go of his hand when he finally woke up.

"What am I?"

Although everything was like an illusion, the cold sweat he was covered in was real.

And the feeling of being torn apart just now really made him feel as if he had lost something, but he couldn't remember what he had lost for a while.

The only good news is that he's still alive.

"You ruined my things. ”

The old man sighed, but there seemed to be hope in his eyes, staring at the heart caught in the wooden tongs.

But it is also possible that it saved her. ”

The red aura inside it was more intense and active than before, and an extra white aura began to flow together.

The heart is the abode of the soul. He had been studying this organ for more than 500 years, and he firmly believed that if he could create a true heart, he would be able to produce a soul.

Those souls that are constantly reincarnated in the Three Realms and Six Realms are by no means immortal existences as Shakti said, and they are by no means the unique creations of the Creator.

The soul, like all things, is just a fluctuating performance of these ubiquitous spirits that make up all things.

If they can be produced naturally, they can also be made by the hands of his craftsmen.

It's just that in the past 500 years, the old man has never been able to create a truly perfect heart.

He can only make again and again, experience failure after failure.

Five hundred years later, the old man could not remember how many times he had tried and failed, but each time, he believed that he was better than the last time and would be able to succeed.

But he didn't succeed.

In fact, this time, it should be the same, no matter how perfect the steps are, how they meet his expectations, as long as there are no variables, he will not succeed.

There was also a key barrier that he didn't even know where, let alone breached.

"I saved it?"

"How are you going to thank me?" Gou Zhu smiled, thinking that it was too much of a philistine, he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, so he changed the topic, "Didn't the senior lose his memory during the day, how did he ......?"

"It's night. ”

"Night?" Hook Pig was startled.

How long have you been in that heart, what have you done?

Only then did he realize that his memory seemed to be missing—the memory of the last few hours or so had disappeared without a trace.

Hook Pig only remembers that he put this heart back in the morning, and then entered the heart, and then it was ripped off himself......

It's already night?

Then there were at least six hours in between, and he didn't know what he had done.

"There was still one final step in this heart, but now it seems that there is no need for it. The old man frowned.

"How?"

Hook Pig's face changed slightly, if he stayed here all day, he really ruined this heart, not only could he use this thing to blackmail the old-timers in exchange for the business of crossing the bridge, but if he didn't know that the old-timers would be angry and retaliate.

That was self-defeating.

"The heart needs to produce the soul. But it's ...... now," the old man watched the change in the white streamer in this heart, "he has absorbed a part of the soul, yours." ”

"Mine?"

Hook Pig is really going to be shocked, even the soul can be absorbed partially?

I was torn into the shape of ramen noodles in the hallucination and finally broken, is it a part of my soul?