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Ying Baiye surrounded Ying Baiye with magically transformed children. They clapped their hands, laughed and sang:
"Beauty skin! Beauty skin!"
"Yuanshan Dai, rouge lips, skin like a creamy stuffed fairy. Peel off the face, tear off the skin, and hang it on the bedside as a painting screen. Hundreds of skins, hundreds of faces, one page at a time. Never get tired of reading."
Ying Baiye could choose not to accept information from the outside world, but he had to endure the noise of his inner demons. His empty sight gradually condensed, and those memories that had been dusty for many years drowned him.
He could only cling to Xie Yun more and more, trying to drown in this cloudy and chaotic memory.
Familiar smiles flashed through his mind, the same rouge lips like the eyebrows of the distant mountains, each with different beauty skins.
The demon of the heart changed from a child to a beauty, Ya Qing's hair was combed into a cloud bun, and she was wearing different skirts, calling out in groups: "Good boy, come to my aunt."
"Lin'er was born well and ran so fast! He must be a good and healthy child in the future."
Ying Baiye looked at these unfamiliar faces in front of him, and an exceptionally beautiful woman reached out to him: "My little Baiye."
Ying Baiye stretched out her hand as if bewitched, and the woman turned into an empty skin in a blink of an eye, clattering into a roll of skin in Ying Baiye's hand.
The sun and moon patterns in Ying Baiye's eyes gradually spread.
When Xie Yun was thinking about this, he felt the heat around his neck increased, and he quickly returned to his senses to pay attention to Ying Bai Ye's state.
His little Ying was about to cry tomorrow, but in the eyes that seemed to be able to cry at any time, the black eyeballs could no longer be seenββ
The golden sun and moon pattern completely replaced the black pupil part.
Xie Yun snorted lightly in his heart.
Zhang Xuan was crushed by his memory, and even if Xie Yun didn't ask any further questions, he continued:
"Langzhong doesn't believe that Ruxiangdongtian has "Swallowing the Sun and the Moon" at all! He coveted the hundreds of beautiful skins! So Langzhong took advantage of the fire and sneaked into Ruxiangdongtian."
"Although the beauty skin is still there, Wolf Chong still wants the method of making beauty skin, so he looks for the survivors in Ruxiangdongtian one by one. If you find one, ask first. If you can't find it, search for the soul, and then throw away the useless ones. Body and soul..."
Xie Yun hardly heard Zhang Xuan's words clearly. He had already changed his posture of embracing Ying Baiye, and kept repeating Ying Baiye's name and words, trying to wake him up.
But after calling several times, Xie Yun heard the children's laughter in his ears:
"Giggle-"
"Look at the idiot!"
"Ying Baiye is a coward! A coward!"
Xie Yun embraced Ying Baiye with one hand and put one hand on the hilt of the sword. He followed the voice and looked over, only to see hundreds of children with different appearances floating in the air.
They have different faces, but they are the same beautiful and cute, with happy and innocent smiles, and slander others with the most vicious words.
This is the devil.
It is a mixture of the fear or desire/desire in the monk's heart and the purest malice in the world. Has the appearance of a child, but the darkest demon.
Ying Baiye closed his eyes, and everything around him suddenly changed.
Xie Yun was dragged into an unfamiliar area, full of corpses and bloodstains. Xie Yun took two steps and heard chaotic footsteps coming from behind.
Xie Yun turned his head, and the wolf dragged a young man's hair while kicking away the stumps and furniture on the ground: "Old thing, where is the production method hidden?"
The young man's limbs were folded at various twisted angles. Obviously, all his bones were broken, and a fist-sized wound was broken in his abdomen. Half of his internal organs were exposed, and a bloodstain that gradually faded was meandering under his body. .
Zhang Xuan obediently followed behind Wolf Chong.
Lang Zhong grabbed the young man and tore off a large amount of his jet-black hair. He held the man in front of him and looked at it. The man's empty eyes showed that the man had been searched for a long time, and only one pair remained. Abandoned body.
The wolf gave a heavy "tsk" and threw away the young man: "Trash."
Langzhong took Zhang Xuan through this open area. After a while, two figures, one big and one small, carefully entered from the right wing. After confirming that Langzhong was far away, the big figure picked up the small one and hid back again. the room.
The younger Junxiu, who was dressed in coarse cloth and looked thin and pale, but could not hide her brows, was obediently held by the young nun.
The female nun touched the child's face, her eyebrows curved, "We are really good at Bai Ye! We'll run out like this for a while, okay?"
Xiao Ying Bai Ye clenched the nun's sleeve tightly: "I want to run with my mother!"
The blood on the female cultivator's back gurgled out, and she smiled: "Mother will be here soon! Bai Ye will go first, and mother will run with Bai Ye after taking the spirit stone!"
She took off the peace knot around her waist and put it in Ying Baiye's arms, then tucked a piece of paper into Ying Baiye's sleeve, and then opened a small hole at the bottom of the wing: "Run! Mother will come to you soon! "
Xiao Ying Baiye was simple and deceitful, nodded vigorously, and climbed down the hole. The hole was very narrow, and only a very thin woman or child could pass through.
He was halfway up and couldn't look back, so he said while holding back his tears: "Mother, you have to come quickly."
The female cultivator outside the cave responded softly, and there was not much blood on her face.
Xie Yun's hand holding the sword trembled for the first time, but he was forced to stabilize it.
All of them were dragged into Ying Baiye's inner demon.
If the inner demon wants to destroy a person, he first stings the monk with words. Once the monk chooses to escape, the stronger the fear or hatred, the stronger the inner demon will be.
Immediately, the cultivator continued to see the illusion, unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood. The more the cultivator fell into madness, the more power the inner demon absorbed.
In the end, the inner demon dragged the cultivator into his body and restored the scene produced by the inner demon. At this time, the cultivator was unable to fight against the inner demon, and he fell deeper and deeper in the inner demon.
In the end, he was swallowed by the demon, and the soul died.