lcionline Chapter 321 Senior Sister, Don’t Cry
Chapter 321 Senior Sister, Don’t Cry
Chapter 321 Sister, Don’t Cry
Suddenly, a thunder exploded outside the window, like the wrath of heaven, furious at something that shouldn't exist.
The young man was dazed for a long time before he remembered where he was and which life he was in.
Behind the screen, someone was leaning on his head, quietly flipping through a medical book. Two people were sitting outside the courtyard. One was fiddling with a small stone in his hand, and various tools were piled up on the stone table next to him. The other was holding a pen, drawing intricate array patterns stroke by stroke, with a peaceful expression.
But when he looked up, the person he wanted to see most was not there.
The skinny and pale fingers were slightly raised, and a small array plate flashing with green and black light suddenly shook out the spiritual energy. The next moment, the entire courtyard, even the grass and trees swaying in the wind, stopped moving.
Then, in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal, but the young man on the bed had disappeared, leaving only a straw doll buried under the quilt.
The eerie dark green ghost lights around him swayed closer and closer with the floating hem of his clothes. The rustling sound of ancient trees rubbing against each other flowed out from the densely packed gray and white ancient tombs. Sometimes it sounded like an old woman with a hoarse voice, and sometimes like the clear and bright singing of a young girl.
Further in, the view becomes dimmer, the vegetation becomes denser, and the road becomes more rugged and difficult to walk on. The terrain is uneven and you don't know which grave of bones you are stepping on.
The ghost fires flickered on and off. When they approached the ancient tree, they did not ignite the dead branches, but just piled up one after another between the branches, until the branches could no longer hold so many ghost fires.
There was a sound of "click", and the grayish-white bones, as if pulled out of flesh and blood, fell into the dark and damp soil with a splash, and were then buried by layer upon layer of fallen leaves, becoming a new nameless grave.
And those ghostly fires would gather together and continue to float forward with the flowing air. Along the way, the light and shadows would be scattered and dissipated.
Vicious, hiding in the darkness.
Danger hides behind the light.
This is the largest and most terrifying forbidden area of Tianqian Sect - Ghost Forest.
Anyone who enters the Ghost Forest will be in danger of death or yin and yang. Every step they take will consume exponentially more physical and spiritual energy.
Without the order from the master elder, no disciples from the Tiangan Sect will come here.
Today, we welcomed an unexpected guest.
The stumbling young man covered his aching chest and ran into the depths of the Ghost Forest, footprint after footprint. Even the corners of his clothes embroidered with dark cloud patterns scraped against the rough branches and were torn by him without him noticing.
The rustling ghostly fires kept approaching from all directions, as if countless ghosts were watching this living person who had strayed into the road of the dead.
Suddenly, the boy stopped, leaned against a ghost tree, and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
The blood dripped into the soil and was absorbed completely in the blink of an eye.
The will-o'-the-wisp fires close to his body trembled. In the dim light, it seemed as if something was attracted by the smell of blood, hiding in the invisible depths, staring at the weak prey in front of him with strange and greedy eyes.
The rumbling thunder in my ears became louder, and suddenly sand and rocks flew everywhere, and a strong wind swept through the dense layers of ghostly forest in an instant. The deadly atmosphere was added with a layer of terrifying and solemn pressure, as if it wanted to annihilate everyone here - living or dead.
Xu Youan's vision had begun to blur, but he still tried his best to walk inside. The road under his feet was muddy and rough, and he didn't dare to stop.
The thunder was getting closer and closer, as if it would ring in his ears in the next second.
Black mist flew out from the ring in his hand and transformed into a girl covered in a black curtain.
The girl followed him silently, and took action from time to time to clear the "obstacles" on the road ahead for him.
The boy's steps became more and more staggering, and his body became unstable. Finally, he fell on a patch of wet water plants, and his snow-white clothes were instantly stained dirty.
He couldn't get up.
All the strength in my body has been exhausted.
Heavy breathing with a sickening smell of blood kept rising to his forehead. He closed his eyes, turned over and looked up at the layers of impenetrable tree canopies above his head.
In the blurry light and shadow, he seemed to be unable to see anything.
And I can always remember a person's shadow.
"Sister..."
He tried to raise his hand to touch an illusory shadow.
In response to him, there was purple lightning falling from the sky.
Together.
Two lanes.
Three ways.
……
The roar was deafening and the sky and earth were dark.
He painfully grasped the wet water plants on both sides, the juice of the grass flowing all over his hands, blue veins burst out from the thin flesh, and the white knuckles trembled like convulsions, showing the severe pain the owner of these hands was suffering.
No matter how hard he tried to endure, a scream of pain still burst out from those bloodless lips and teeth.
It sounded like the mournful cry of a ghost.
The wind blew, and the huge ghost forest suddenly became empty, leaving a charred ruin.
The seventh heavenly thunder.
The eighth heavenly thunder.
The ninth heavenly thunder.
The wind died down, the lightning disappeared, and heavy rain began to fall from the dark clouds.
In the rain, all things grow and birds and insects sing.
The boy, covered in blood, still looked like a broken doll, drenched in the heavy rain.
The breath was weak and the wounds were visible to the bones.
A golden elixir surrounded by spiritual energy slowly condensed in his dantian. The vast spiritual power flowed from his dantian to his limbs and bones, but the wounds caused by lightning and thunder had not healed for a long time.
"This is a punishment from heaven." The girl walked out of the ring again and squatted beside the dying boy. "Who are you? Why wouldn't you even be spared by the Thunder Tribulation?"
The boy tried to open his eyes wide, his lips moving.
The girl frowned and moved closer, finally hearing what he was saying.
He said.
"Sister, don't... don't cry, I'm not hurt... I don't..."
He actually mistook the heavy rain for her tears and regarded her as his sweetheart.
The eyes as cold as a pond trembled violently.
Some distant memories began to stir up mottled fragments in the sea of consciousness.
Fine and dense, as cold as rain.
The girl lowered her eyes and looked at the boy's tightly closed eyes. The blood under his body was washed away by the rain and gradually formed a small stream rushing into the distance.
In the end, she did not let him die here, and dragged him with a huge feather to the edge of the Ghost Forest.
She sat beside him again, protecting him until the breath of a cultivator approached. Then she turned into black smoke and re-entered the ring.
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A heavy thunder struck the dark sky, and the raindrops hit the banana leaves at the entrance of the cave. Jiang Liqian, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes.
Inexplicably, I felt a palpitation in my heart.
Subconsciously, she clenched the Soul-Suppressing Pearl at her waist, her eyes staring blankly at the heavy rain falling outside the cave.
Jianfeng...will it rain too?
In the blink of an eye, the heavy rain turned into heavy snow that fluttered down and had no end in sight.