The next day, as soon as Yang Qing was mentioned to the interrogation room, he began to shout, "I am a cultivator, I."

Then his soft tongue was separated from his mouth and could no longer speak.

The old man sighed with pity and said, "If I were you, I would save some effort. We are very busy today and we still have a lot to do."

On the third day, when Yang Qing was mentioned to the interrogation room again, he felt that his thighs, which had been pinched off, were swollen and lost consciousness.

It felt like he was dragging two strange, extremely burdensome shackles, sucking himself tightly on the seat, making him lose the qualification to stand up again.

The old man walked over, checked his whole body intently, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, the vitality is still very strong and strong. Continue today, don't worry, I will let you clearly understand how you died in the end."

Then on the fourth day,

Day 5,

Until the seventh day, Yang Qing completely felt that his soul seemed to have been sublimated. No matter how great the pain was, he was only numb.

It felt like my soul had already flown into the air, and I could stare coldly at my body being tossed by those people, constantly destroying it before rescuing myself, and then sending my body back to the bottom of the cold prison.

It was not until then that he would gradually return to his soul from the darkness that seemed to be death in a prison through that moment of peace, and put his soul back into his body.

Later, he became more and more silent and less voiceless.

His two cold eyes were like two strange beasts, staring at every living person in the prison who was shaking in front of him. It was as if he wanted to imprint every wrinkle and fine lines in their faces deeply in his mind.

He once heard the old man sigh, saying, "Don't resent us, the family sent a lot of money, enough to save your life with all kinds of things, so that you will never die within a year or two."

"So you're going anywhere, just take it slowly!"

I can't remember whether it was one month or two months. When Yang Qing was sent back again, a cold-blooded and warm-hearted voice appeared in his mind.

This voice made Yang Qing extremely confirm that the other party was a demon. What he wanted to exchange was the only thing he left - that was the soul.

"Are you ready?" As expected, the sharp voice entered Yang Qing's mind in time.

This is the second time this voice has appeared in his soul.

In fact, before the sound appeared, Yang Qing had already confirmed his choice.

Because for him, such a decision was extremely relaxed. Even if he betrayed his soul, Yang Qing felt that even if he was going to hell tomorrow, he would be more yearning for him than in this dirty world.

So he nodded firmly.

"Okay, don't move, just feel like you've had a sweet dream." The voice was so gentle, as if it was a lullaby coming from a leisurely manner.

The next moment, Yang Qing felt like she had a long dream.

In the dream, he felt that he had seen countless scenes, and the dim silhouettes became more and more strange in his dream. The hidden colors made him feel as if he had fallen into the underworld.

In such a dream, in such a dark space, he found that the space was filled with Arhats, Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and statues of gods that were older than them.

In such a space, these ancient statues of gods are not sorted by class like temples, but are placed randomly in a mess.

These chaotic statues were all like silent fear. The heads of several Buddha statues, broken halos, hands raised for intimidation or prayer - shining colors reflected from the holes in the wall covered with spider webs.

He even saw Guanyin in various appearances, many names of Ksitigarbha, Sakyamuni, Medicine Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, and all the disciples.

Some of them sit on lotus flowers and are lotus flowers in the spiritual world; some of them ride leopards, tigers, lions or other strange beasts, symbolizing lightning or death.

One of the three-headed and thousand-handed Buddha statues, both evil and righteous, seemed to be rushing on the throne supported by a group of elephant formations in the magnificence.

He even vaguely saw the immovable king enshrined in the flames, and Madame Maya rode her sacred peacock.

Among these Buddha statues, there are also some dark statues in armor that cannot be seen clearly and mixed with ghosts, making him feel like he is in the hell of the times.

He could even identify many small Buddha statues, such as those huge figures that were straight up to the roof, with lightning and lightning stuck behind them, and looked quite angry.

There are also those elegant and light limbs sitting on the lotus, counting the beautiful statue of the wonderful goddess with delicate jade fingers.

There are also the ghost statues that shine in the dark like the eyes of a black cat, and the statues of half-human and half-bird, with eagle wings and bird beaks, one by one, all of which are inexplicably terrifying.

"Wake up!"

Just as he carefully observed one after another, as if he had sunk into a nightmare that he would never wake up forever, a voice penetrated.

He opened his eyes and felt as if he had come back to life.

That feeling was so wonderful, not only the sensory sensitivity became more and more sensitive, but even every muscle on the body had a strange experience.

He suddenly felt like he had grown up a body, and even the most subtle and detailed meridians could be felt and mastered.

He could even clearly feel how a surging spiritual power in his body and blood muscles made the perfect cooperation that he had never dared to think about before.

That feeling is like being a bystander, calmly analyzing the newly obtained body.

Yang Qing suddenly stood up excitedly. This was the first thing he had lost the ability to stand up again since he entered this man-devouring place, so he couldn't wait to give it a try.

"Well"

He suddenly realized that although he stood up, his body was still lying there like a pile of mud.

"Is this the soul out of body?"

As soon as this thought turned into his mind, a cold voice came, "Don't doubt, I have given you a more sensitive sense of smell than wild beasts, a stronger body than monsters, and a more powerful ability than most cultivators."

"As long as you burst out the hardships you have suffered, the pain, anger, and the destruction of everything, you can feel the infinite power flowing and running in your body."

"You, how did you do it?" At this time, Yang Qing finally realized that what he seemed to have was not a flesh and blood body, but something between a physical body and a ghostly body.

This body is different from the one I used to be. Although I can feel it intimately, I can't see this body at all.

"Child, don't doubt that you have gained my strength." A rumbling sound came from his soul.

"Just use this power to spread your anger, you will gain the ability to truly revenge."

"Go, you'll get what you want!"

It seemed that the voice was not patiently explaining something to him, but instilled a belief into his body.

After saying this, a huge white bone that looked like a dark substance possessed him.

In an instant, Yang Qing opened her eyes, and her eyes were as red as if they were dripping blood.

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Chapter completed!