Chapter 15: White Lotus Reincarnation

"Xiao Han, what a coincidence."

Zhou Yi emerged from the shadows.

"Old Zhou, you handled it so quickly?"

Han Er carried the fish demon, thinking that Zhou Yi had returned from the demon cave.

"Lucky, two fox skins."

Zhou Yi smiled and held the fish demon's tail with his hand: "I'll help you."

After the fish demon died, it turned into its original form, a nearly ten-foot-long carp demon, which Han Er had a hard time carrying.

"Thank you, Old Zhou."

Han Er had a simple face and dark skin, which made people feel honest and trustworthy.

"No need to thank me, everyone who comes to the torture room is a miserable person, and it's only right to help each other."

When Zhou Yi spoke, his magic power permeated the remains of the fish demon. As he expected, it was just a shell without even a trace of blood.

Observe Han Er with the Qi-watching technique.

The blood was vigorous, and the gray-white defeated aura had almost dissipated.

Throw the fish demon's remains into the demon cave.

"Old Zhou, shall we go have a drink?"

Han Er and Zhou Yi came to the canteen of the torture chamber. After several expansions, it has become like a restaurant in a movie or TV series.

The death rate of prisoners is rising. Even if Da Gan has no shortage of refugee criminals, the demon materials lost by novices are more than a hundred times more valuable than wine and meat.

The prisoners who survived today gathered in the restaurant to eat and drink. The cheerful shouting and playing finger-guessing games made Zhou Yi think he had come to a bustling city.

"Foolish people can be trained!"

Zhou Yi saw the lively scene and thought of this sentence inexplicably.

These refugees, young and strong, outside, in order to eat and survive, can easily become the source of rebel soldiers, and most of them can't escape death in the war.

Entering the torture chamber, they are also dying soon, but they work for Da Gan.

The court only paid for food and drink to buy their lives, and they are all happy and lively.

When Zhou Yi walked in, he attracted the eyes of many prisoners, most of whom were envious and in awe.

Han Er found a corner, took a few large plates of meat and vegetables, and bought two jars of wine.

"The torture chamber is a really good place. I have been farming for more than ten years, and I have only drunk a few times..."

After three rounds of drinking, Han Er was slightly tipsy and began to talk more. Probably because his hometown suffered a flood, in order to treat his parents, he sold the few acres of thin land inherited from his ancestors.

In the end, his parents were gone, and his land was gone, and he wandered all the way into the torture chamber.

Zhou Yi did not use magic to dissolve the smell of alcohol, but a mere ordinary wine of more than ten degrees could not have any effect on the body that was cleansed by magic day and night.

Listening carefully to Han Er's story, occasionally interrupting to ask about the situation at that time.

"Everything will be fine."

Zhou Yi compiled "The Story of the Punisher", and every story he had seen and heard was ten times more bitter than Han Er's.

Han Er's experience was very simple, but the person involved told it with true feelings. The torturers around him who listened to his story couldn't help but empathize and burst into tears.

Zhou Yi's sympathy was superficial. He had been using the spirit eye technique to observe the changes in Han Er's breath.

His blood was beyond that of ordinary people, and there was no sign of possession.

"Could it be that Han Er got evil magic from the demons and practiced secretly, but he has only been here for a few days..."

Zhou Yi kept guessing. The torture room was his Feng Shui treasure land, and any abnormality needed attention.

"Dad... Mom... I am an unfilial son!"

Han Er was drunk after all, and it was difficult to suppress his excitement, so he lay on the table and cried.

Other torturers did not dislike his noise. This situation was very common. The oppression of the underground world and the approach of death often led to collapse in just a moment.

Zhou Yi found that he had only a trace of pity for Han Er, and no more emotions.

"Is it because I have seen too much that my heart has become cold?"

Zhou Yi suddenly understood why the legendary immortals and Buddhas were indifferent.

The immortals and Buddhas looked at the life of mortals, just like watching a tortuous and bizarre drama with superb acting skills.

When the play is about happiness, he will be happy; when it is about misery, he will be compassionate; when it is about good deeds, he will be appreciative; when it is about evil deeds, he will be angry, but he will never take it seriously.

After watching a play, you may forget it, or you may reminisce about it.

Over time, after watching too many plays, the plots become more and more routine, and naturally the emotions become indifferent.

Zhou Yi helped Han Er back to Room 7, and waited for him to fall asleep, but he did not cast a spell in the end.

"Let's wait and see."

In the next few days.

Zhou Yi would cast a qi-casting spell to observe his colleagues in the morning.

Every day, there would be a bloody light on someone's head, indicating that there would be a sudden death.

Several executioners would die in the torture room every day, whether they died unexpectedly or their vitality collapsed, the result was the same, and the captain would not pay too much attention.

Zhou Yi secretly observed the people who died suddenly, and sure enough, a blood shadow would follow them, devouring the blood, qi, and soul of the executioner and the demon clan.

The person who cast the spell was Han Er. In just a few days, his qi and blood were as strong as the demon-slaying captain.

"This evil method is practiced too fast. Could it be that Han Er's aptitude is stronger than that of the Black Demon Lord?"

Zhou Yi always felt that things were not simple.

Until the morning roll call half a month later.

Zhou Yi used the Qi-forecasting technique to find that no one in the Jia-type prison today would die.

"You stopped after only half a month?"

After receiving two tasks in the Yi-type prison, Zhou Yi prepared to complete them quickly and then go directly to observe Han Er's movements.

Yi-type prison.

It imprisoned a bear spirit that was over ten feet tall, with strong muscles and bones and a strong demon body.

It would take at least a day for other prisoners to meet. Zhou Yi's torture instruments shuttled between the muscles and bones of the bear spirit and easily dug out the bear gallbladder completely.

Suddenly.

The temperature in the cell dropped rapidly, and a layer of white frost condensed on the ground.

"No wonder no one died. It turns out that it's my turn..."

Zhou Yi sighed. As the saying goes, the King of Hell cannot save a ghost who is eager to die. This is probably the case.

The blood shadow appeared in the cell and devoured dozens of demons. It can already condense into a vague human shape.

It wants to devour the blood, spirit and soul of living beings. It does not need any spells. It only needs to pounce on them and all of them will be absorbed into its body, leaving only an empty shell with only appearance.

Seeing that Zhou Yi was still concentrating on dealing with the bear spirit, the blood shadow laughed strangely and pounced on him from behind.

Swish!

Just as it was about to succeed, a ball of purple spiritual fire rose.

The blood shadow could not dodge and fell directly into the spiritual fire. It was the earth-shattering true fire that even the dragon soul feared.

"I want to see what you are!"

Zhou Yi turned around and stared at the blood shadow in the spiritual fire. The majestic mana was poured in, and the flames rose more than three feet high.

Li——

The blood shadow kept making sharp and shrill screams and curses, neither yin nor yang, sometimes male and sometimes female.

Spiritual fire is extremely restraining to souls and evil things. It has both blood and shadow. Its magic power is far inferior to Zhou Yi. In a short while, it became smaller and smaller, and its soul was scattered.

The demon illustrations kept turning, and after thousands of pages, it was a beautiful woman.

The woman was charming and charming, with very few clothes on her body, and some parts were looming. Just the image in the illustrations, it could arouse men's passion.

"It turned out to be the saint of the naked sect!"

Zhou Yi knew the identity of the woman and the cause and effect of the matter.

The naked sect, which was hit by cholera, was originally a great sect of the demon outside Yunzhou, one of the six paths of the demon.

The saint of the naked sect, Jia Lan, was driven by the Lord of the Six Paths and deliberately fell into the trap of the Demon Slayer Division. She was seriously injured and captured alive by Fahai.

Before she died, she performed the secret method of the White Lotus Dao, the White Lotus Reincarnation Technique, and merged with Han Er's soul.

This spell is completely different from ordinary soul possession. It involves the mystery of reincarnation. The two souls merge into one, without any trace of possession.

At first, Han Er is still Han Er. When his cultivation level is improved, he will gradually transform into Saint Jia Lan.

Han Er's cultivation speed is very fast, which has nothing to do with his qualifications. He is just restoring the original strength of Saint Jia Lan.