Chapter 305: Incarnate as a witch

Author: Guiwo Penglai

Chapter 305: Incarnate as a witch

When Gui Liang Feiyu fought to the death but was outnumbered and fell to the ground, Jue Chenyi instructed several disciples to smash the torches hard, Su Huanzhen finally understood the real killing game arranged by Phantom for them.

——This illusion was obviously what Yan Qingcheng had before his death, and the spiritual consciousness he and the Buddha Sword said were possessed in Yan Qingcheng's body at this time, so they could not control their bodies and communicate with each other with divine thoughts.

At this time, Yan Qingcheng was tightly tied to the wooden stake. As time passed, the five senses that Su Huanzhen and the Buddha Sword lost were slowly returning. Finally, when the firewood under their feet was ignited by the torch, the two of them completely regained all their consciousness.

After the scorching air, everyone's distorted faces were twisted and deformed, and the fanatical slogans that "burn the witch" and "burn the witch" one after another, the pungent smell of firewood burning, the pain and suffocation of limbs strangled by hemp ropes, and the burning and heart-wrenching pain that quickly pressed through everything else from under his feet.

Sweat oozed out in large quantities, vision began to become blurred, consciousness began to dissipate and hazy, but it was constantly pulled back by the increased pain.

I want you to taste the suffering I have suffered too!

There seemed to be an angry voice in his ear roaring with resentment.

The malicious intention was so amazing that it was like a huge torrent that swallowed the two of them all. Even Su Huanzhen couldn't help but feel shocked, and the Buddha's sword said that it was even more depressing and sad.

When he first saw Yan Qingcheng, he rescued her from the stolen rack. The gentle woman did not show any resentment to the person who tried to hurt her, but only felt sad for her unfortunate fate.

However, Buddha Jian said that she had saved her once, but she could not save her second time. Such a kind-hearted person could not escape the sinisterness of the human heart, and a wisp of soul disappeared in the ruthless flames.

The tongue of fire quickly climbed up along the gauze, and the fierce pain came from all angles of the whole body. Su Huanzhen and the Buddha Sword said that they had experienced countless more serious pains. Although the fire burned to the body is an unbearable punishment for ordinary people, it is not that fatal to them.

But when the thought of such pain being exerted on a weak woman, the fear, despair, anger and resentment that empathized with almost blinded the minds of both of them.

Ordinary external means cannot shake the two people who are as strong as their hearts, but they are possessed at this time, and those negative emotions are their own feelings from the heart. This is almost the most powerful magic, because the strongest fortress is often broken from the inside.

Su Huanzhen tried hard to remind herself not to sink into hatred, otherwise their spiritual consciousness would be destroyed in the fire with Yan Qingcheng!

But even though they understood this truth, they only had their spiritual consciousness, their deep foundation, their powerful true essence, and their profound martial arts. These were all left in their original bodies and were difficult to mobilize. They could only allow the black mud of hatred to pour into their hearts continuously, polluting their spirits and helpless.

How long can a woman without any martial arts last under such a burning flame?

Maybe less than five minutes.

However, in Su Huanzhen's perception, at least a quarter of an hour had passed, the shrill scream still did not stop, and the pain in the body continued to stimulate the nerves.

He realized that this was the endless torture and ravage until they collapsed and surrendered.

As long as they remain awake, the flame will continue to burn, for an hour, a whole day, a month, a year, or even a hundred years, a thousand years, this heart-wrenching pain, the scream of despair and the hatred that wants to destroy everything will never stop.

The Buddha's sword said that the Wonderful Flower Sutra was recited: "If there are countless hundreds of thousands of sentient beings who suffer from all sufferings, and hear that Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva calls his name with all his heart, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva immediately observes his voice and will all be liberated. If anyone keeps the name of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if the fire is in the great fire, the fire cannot be burned, because of the power of the Bodhisattva..."

Every word is full of compassion. I hope that Guanyin Bodhisattva's supreme power can save this poor soul from the sea of ​​suffering and extinguish the burning hatred in her heart.

However, Buddhism only has some effect on those who believe in it. As the saying goes, faith means being able to enter. For those who do not believe in Buddhism, Buddhism is just a false joke. Therefore, the pain has not been relieved and the resentment has not stopped.

"Enough..."

Su Huanzhen murmured softly, but his consciousness could not control the vibration of the vocal cords. Only the Buddha Sword could hear the silent cry. The sage in the suffering realm faded away his gentle appearance and showed his firmness and strength in his bones.

"I already understand the pain you have suffered, but we cannot stop here, so it's enough-"

His spiritual consciousness was extremely condensed and he let out a deafening shout.

"Stop, ghost Liang Feiyu!"

Hum? Ghost Liang Feiyu? Shouldn’t it be Yan Qingcheng?

The question that Buddha Jianfen said was not answered by Su Huanzhen, but the moment Su Huanzhen shouted that name, the whole world suddenly stopped.

The bloody flames and the twisted faces faded away like they were out of focus. Only a figure gradually became clear, which was the phantom with long hair covering her black clothes. It stood quietly in front of Su Huanzhen and Buddha Jian, without saying anything, as if it was a dead object.

Su Huanzhen said to herself: "At the beginning, I thought you were the resentful spirit transformed by Yan Qingcheng after his death, but there was a major loophole in Gui Liang Feiyu's diary."

"Loophole?" Fo Jianfen said carefully to the diary he had read, but he couldn't tell anything wrong.

"It's time, Yan Qingcheng's time of death."

Su Huanzhen calmly analyzed: "Entering Wushan requires illuminating the lamp of the past and looking at the future. Therefore, the change of Wushan must be directly related to Yan Qingcheng's death. This silent hill in the fog is a different space formed by the overlap of Wushan and Chunlin's realm.

"Originally, this was just my guess. It was not until I entered this illusion that I really decided, because Jue Chenyi, who took the lead in burning Yan Qingcheng to death, was one of the first guests to die in the diary, and Yan Qingcheng in the diary was still alive."

In the ignorant thoughts of Buddha Sword, Su Huanzhen turned the stern track: "So the truth is that Yan Qingcheng had died from the beginning, and then heavy fog fell, and Gui Liang Feiyu avenged her and killed all the guests of Gui Liang's Bing Mansion."

"But it is clearly recorded in the diary that many of the disciples witnessed the murderer being a woman." Buddha Jianfen said in confusion.

"Ghost Liang Feiyu couldn't accept the fact that he watched his wife be burned to death, but he was powerless. His strong guilt and anger made him split into a revenge personality with the image of Yan Qingcheng as a template."

Su Huanzhen signaled the phantom in front of him: "If he killed someone quickly in this way, it would be normal for him to be mistaken for a woman. And all Yan Qingcheng in his diary also refers to the secondary personality, so Yan Qingcheng never appears with other disciples in the diary, and the death incident always occurs after Gui Liang Feiyu fell asleep, because this is the time when the secondary personality awakens."

After saying that, he turned to the phantom that began to tremble with his words and said, "I'm right? Ghost Liang Feiyu."

A sudden strong wind lifted the long hair of the Phantom, revealing the pale, manly face below.

No pitfalls, no eunuchs!!!

Finally, I have finished revising the chapter. I apologized to everyone here. I originally thought about the update in April, but Kaven was stuck...

Originally, Penglai basically wrote every day without any manuscripts in March. Many plot developments were not well considered. The logic of the copy of Silent Hill was not straightened out. I couldn't write it until April. Penglai's three-dimensional world was very busy again. Once he didn't pursue the goal of full attendance, he instantly wanted to lie down and then lay down for more than a week. I'm really sorry. I saw many book friends' comments, but I didn't dare to refute it. I was really wrong to stand at attention and be beaten. Although I was a card, if I squeezed out all the time to write, I should still be able to realize the promise of a daily update. However, without the tense state in March, Penglai immediately bottomed out and rebounded without thinking about using his brain... Just like the summer vacation when I just graduated from high school, I just wanted to play crazy and didn't want to learn at all.

After more than a week, the logic behind it has been sorted out and the update will be slowly restored.

Finally, this is Penglai's first novel. Even for commemoration, it will never be cheated. Moreover, it is not just Penglai's efforts alone, but also the support of many friends, the selfless help and characters of the 19th boss, the support of martial arts, the many answers to the boss's doubts, the poems and character designs of the boss's Qitian, and the moves designed by group members. Finally, there are also book friends' subscription rewards and recommendations, etc. Penglai has always kept it in his heart.

above.

Although being a pigeon is really happy (silently)
Chapter completed!