Chapter 44: This Seat Does Not Want to Owe You

Pinching Willow's face twisted and contorted rapidly before he could answer, raising his hands and clutching his head in pain, his mouth wide open in a silent hiss. Although he could not make a sound, the grimace, the protruding eyes, were like a heart-rending scream.

Help.

Help

His lips twisted into an uncanny curve, and blood soon spread across his eyes, so that if it weren't for the four chains holding him, he would have risen up and killed himself.

"Please, please destroy me now."

It seems that the time limit for Pinching Willow to regain his senses has come and gone, and as the Pinching Willow spirit struggles in agony to no avail, a black aura emerges from the pool and attacks the Willow spirit's body, which is immersed in the pool, with chains clanging and flames flying.

Chu Wanning, seeing the change, quickly waved his sleeve to stop his disciple behind him, and, with a stern look on his face, asked Pinching Willow, "How can I save you?"

The Pinching Willow is slow, but it can drive the iron water of the Sword Casting Pond to form the Cangjie Book in a flash.

"I will lose my consciousness soon, and it is not in my heart to hurt you then. I cannot help you with the rest, nor can I tell you anything else. I will only tell you of the spells I know, so please be careful."

The iron water changes abruptly.

"There are three spells I am good at. One of them is the Dream of the South. This is a nightmare technique, in which the recipient will be able to fulfill his or her wish in a deep sleep and have a beautiful dream that will last forever, so that even if someone is strong enough to sense that it is an illusion, he or she will still be willing to indulge in it and never wake up.

Secondly, the trick of bewitching the heart, using the greed in a person's heart as a lure to cause them to slaughter each other.

Thirdly, the heart-picking technique"

However, at this point, his spiritual power had already been used to its limit, and he was unable to move the iron water to form more words.

What exactly this heart-picking ability is, after all, remains unknown.

Pinching Willow struggled and suddenly burst into a spray of blood, unable to move the iron, but still dabbing his fingertips in the bursting blood, his spastic, throbbing eyes fixed on Chu Wanning, his eyes blazing with resignation.

"Master," Xue Meng said as he saw Chu Wanning about to step forward, "don't go, for fear of deception."

Pinching Willow couldn't speak, just hung on to the finger dipped in blood, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

Chu Wanning: "You want me to come over"

Pinching Willow nods slowly.

""

"Master."

When Xue Meng tried to stop him again, Chu Wanning shook his head and moved forward alone to the far edge of the pool, handing it over.

Pinching Willow seemed touched as he looked deeply into Chu Wanning's eyes, struggled and waved his skinned arm again, as if to offer a salute, and then, with great pain, he grabbed Chu Wanning's hand and wrote in his palm, trembling.

Draw chips to break the nightmare

Don't lose your mind

The nightmare is over

Before the last word of extinction could be pressed, Pinching Willow suddenly collapsed like a puddle of mud and fell back into the boiling pool of the sword, disappearing.

At the same time, a loud "bang" was heard, and a huge wave of crimson water suddenly rose from the Sword Casting Pond, rolling iron water splitting the air and nine pillars of dragon fire rising from the ground.

From the spouting pillars of iron water, four sign chips suddenly sprang up and hung high in the air.

Shi Mei remembered what Pinching Willow had told her when she was awake and said, "Is this the lottery chip Pinching Willow was talking about?"

Seeing him approach, Chu Wanning stopped him: "Don't touch, get behind me."

Shi Mei: "Master"

"With me here, it will be all right." Chu Wanning said, "You mustn't take any chances, you'll come back when I've finished smoking."

The words were muted, seemingly devoid of emotion, but Mo Ran's heart was moved by them. For some reason, the Chu Wanning in front of him suddenly overlapped with the heartless man in his previous life who had watched his disciple die indifferently.

If he could say such things, how could he have stood by and watched his pupil die in his previous life?

Mo Ran suddenly felt as if he had never understood Chu Wanning as a person.

He too could not help but murmur, "Master"

Chu Wanning ignored them and lifted his hand to take off one of the signatures, which was made of a pale yellow jade sheet.

"What's wrong," Xue Meng asked.

Chu Wanning said, "There is not a single word on this sign."

"How could this happen?" Xue Meng wondered, "Then I'll try."

Each of the four chips was drawn. In the case of Xue Meng and Shi Mei, as in the case of Chu Wanning, there was no writing on the jade tablets, and Mo Ran turned his own chip over and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Petrified Ancient Rain"

The other three immediately cast a glance at him, and Xue Meng frowned, "What dish of ancient rain"

Mo Ran poked his signature chip: "It's written here."

Xue Meng padded over to take a look and said angrily, "Bah you're reading half of what you can recognise, aren't you"

"It's a blood drop leak." Chu Wanning said suddenly.

He could read nine out of ten of the Cangjie ancient books, and if there was a word he was not sure of, he would not make up any nonsense, so since he said that it was written in blood drops, he would never be mistaken.

Mo Ran froze and said, "What does blood dripping mean?"

Chu Wanning shook his head, "I don't know."

As if in answer, however, there was a sudden rumble from the towering dome of the Shenwu Arsenal, and a huge hourglass, covered in patina, descended from the sky. Unlike the rest of the hourglass, however, it was topped by a cross-shaped bronze frame, the purpose of which was unknown.

Chu Wanning glanced at the hourglass and then down at the chip in Mo Ran's hand.

Blood drops leak.

In a flash of light, it became clear what the so-called "lottery chips" meant. Chu Wanning paled instantly and shouted, "Mo Ran, throw that away!

Although he didn't know what Chu Wanning meant, the unspoken command made Mo Ran do what he was told almost subconsciously.

But when he threw it, Mo Ran found that the jade chip had somehow clung to his palm and could not be shaken off.

Chu Wanning cursed and stepped forward to trade his own chips with Mo Ran's. The rusty brass hourglass suddenly stretched out with dozens of sharp spikes and vines towards Mo Ran.

"Get out of the way."

"Master."

"Master."

In the nick of time, Chu Wanning pushed Mo Ran out of the way, and the vines sank into Chu Wanning's flesh like arrows.

Mo Ran, now a teenager, was no match for Chu Wanning's blow and was pushed backwards, falling to the ground. But the sound of tearing was so clear and horrific, and the almost distorted voices of Xue Meng and Shi Mei were so sharp and piercing.

Impossible.

How is it possible

That was Chu Wanning, the Chu Wanning who beat and scolded him and never gave him a good look, the Chu Wanning who watched his pupil die in front of him for the sake of his own power, the Chu Wanning who said coldly and sternly that "character is bad and quality is hard to find". It is the same Chu Wanning who

Mo Ran lifts his head.

In the confusion, he saw the man splattered in blood, sharp, dense spiked vines piercing through the man's back and then sticking out hideously through his front lapel, at the exact spot where he had received a vicious blow from the ghostly master of ceremonies. The old wound had not yet healed, and once again the tendons and membranes were fractured and the flesh blurred.

It was the same Chu Wanning who defended him with his own body in the coffin and who didn't say a word even though he was pierced by a sharp claw.

It is the same Chu Wanning who, hiding under the stone bridge, secretly releases formations to shelter everyone from the wind and rain, but does not dare to show his face.

It's the same Chu Wanning who, in a previous life, had clumsily gone to the kitchen to wrap up a platter after Shi Mei's death to get him in the mood for a bite to eat.

It was the one, bad-tempered and bad-mouthed, who was afraid of bitter pills and coughing from spicy food, who he knew best.

It's that man, who he can't remember caring for from time to time, who he hates with a passion, but feels so sorry for

Chu Wanning.

Wangning

"Master," Mo Ran hissed, rolling and crawling towards Chu Wanning, "Master."

"Your signature" Chu Wanning lifted his hand with a shudder, his face pale but his brow still stern, "Change it to me."

In the palm of his hand to Mo Ran he spread the unmarked chip he had drawn for himself, his arm trembling slightly with pain as he held it up, hard and slow.

Chu Wanning's eyes are bright, determined and clouded with moisture.

"Come on, give me that."

Mo Ran couldn't even get up as he crawled on his hands and knees to Chu Wanning, staring helplessly at his ghastly wound.

"No Master."

"Master."

When Xue Meng and Shi Mei tried to come over, Chu Wanning, with a look of seeming hatred, waved down a boundary and rebuked them both away in unison. And then he said in a stern voice: "Tianwen"

In response, Tianwen sliced through dozens of sharp vines that were stabbing Chu Wanning

But the vines were no ordinary objects, and Chu Wanning could clearly feel them eating up his spiritual energy between his flesh and blood. He had no choice but to grit his teeth, lift his hand and grasp the broken branch, and pull it out with a fierce determination

In an instant, blood gushed wildly

Chu Wanning threw the broken branch away and gasped for breath, nudging his own spiritual veins and acupuncture points to temporarily stop the loss of blood. And then a pair of dark, glowing eyes glared at Mo Ran, saying in a mute voice, "Give it to me."

"Master."

"Trade me your signature chip and I'll trade you." snapped Chu Wanning.

At this point, Mo Ran understood what the so-called "blood drip" meant. Gouchen's hostile method, laid down millions of years ago, was similar to the one he had used to torture Chu Wanning in his previous life.

It is true that no matter what the gods, demons, humans and ghosts do, they are all that close when it comes to being wicked and digging in for ideas.

Blood drops leak.

It is the substitution of human blood for fine sand and water, which is poured into the dripping funnel to keep time.

The human blood is shed and the time is over.

In his last life, when he was crowned Fairy Tramper, he used Chu Wanning as a trickle, making Chu Wanning watch him step on the heads of all the fairy doors, making Chu Wanning's blood drip before his eyes.

This life, however, precedes the blood-drop leak laid by Gouchen.

Chu Wanning, however, was willing to offer his safe signature chip in exchange for his willingness to walk the brass rack for himself, and he

Mo Ran's whole heart was in turmoil.

He couldn't even think.

How could it be so

How could it be so

The bronze drip missed a blow and missed the bundle, and once again waved the vine branch for a second strike.

Chu Wanning looked at him, the light in her eyes trembling slightly.

He was pale with pain and gasped slightly, " Mo Ran, you you do as you are told, give it to me."

""

"Hurry up," Chu Wanning's face was white as fresh snow under the moon, "do you want me to block a second attack for you?"

"Master."

The vine and willow lunged once more.

Mo Ran raised his hand to hand it over at that moment, and Chu Wanning did not think twice about it.

At the same time, a second wave of willow vine came upon him, and Mo Ran was on top of him, his body instantly swallowed by the willow vine and pulled in front of the copper drip.

" Mo Ran "

Dozens of willow vines wrapped around him, clustering him into the cross hanger and binding him tightly. Mo Ran glanced sideways at Chu Wanning and his lips twitched.

Chu Wanning's eyes snapped open.

Mo Ran's voice was not too loud, but he could hear it clearly and could not be mistaken.

Mo Ran says: "Master, I'm not really bad at being bad at changing"

So can you, please, not give up on me.

But the second half of the sentence could not be said in any way. In his previous life he had wanted to say it without saying it, and in this life, it was already too late.

Whether Chu Wanning gives up on him or not is no longer important to him.

Just don't want to owe this one.

He was stupid and already a little confused about his feelings for Chu Wanning and didn't want to get more confused about it.

In this life, Mo Ran thought, all she cared about, all she cared about, would be Shi Mei.

The reason for not wanting to exchange signatures with Chu Wanning is that I don't want to be favoured by this person for no reason, I just don't want to

I don't want to see Chu Wanning bleed dry again.

He, Mo Weiyu, was not a stubborn man with a heart of stone, and the greatest joy in his life was to have someone willing to be kind to him.

A little bit better and he can smile to the ground with a spring in his step.

If it is very good and very good, then it is willing to let him die.

A gleaming sword suddenly emerges from the dense vines.

The sword is at first glance a Shenwu, but although ancient, it has an aura of great strength. The sword has two bands on the left and right; the head of the sword has a tooth pattern like a man's thorn; the grill is narrow and inlaid with a floating figure of a bull's head and dragon's body, with intricate decoration and a blue glow that blows off the hair and breaks the gold.

Mo Ran only had time to see the word "Gouchen" on the sword, not even the word "Shanggong", before the sword, which belonged to the God of All Soldiers, pierced straight into his chest and ribs.

The blood flows out in a flash and sinks into the drip.

At the same time, a curtain of water suddenly descends from Shenwu Arsenal, separating Mo Ran and Chu Wanning from each other. Everyone was stopped by the sudden torrent.

Shi Mei shouted, " Mo Ran Mo Ran "

The curtain of rushing water obscured their view of Mo Ran behind them, and Chu Wanning tried several times to break through, only to be catapulted out again and again by the furious current, by the end of which he was soaked to the skin, his dark brow town on his anxious face, his lips miserably colourless.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely.

" Mo Ran "

The sound was not too loud, but the trembling was strong. He was not aware of it himself, but Shi Mei was startled and looked at him sideways, only to see that his teacher, who had always been calm and collected, had been drenched in a terrible mess.

Seeing that he had called for the Heavenly Question, there was violence between his eyebrows, like a bowstring stretched to the limit. Shi Mei was disturbed and pulled him back, shouting, "Don't go, Master, you won't get in."

Chu Wanning shrugged it off, his eyes as sharp as blades, silently holding up a boundary, determined to move forward again. But the curtain of water contained the spiritual power of Jin Chengchi, and instead of penetrating it, it was like a thousand arrows piercing the bones.

He was so badly wounded that he could not stand up, despite the fact that he was covering his chest, but he could not help it.

Shi Mei, whose face was indistinguishable from splashes or tears, said miserably, "Master you, what are you doing?"

"What the heck if it was you behind the water curtain, it was Xue Meng " Chu Wanning snapped, "I would have"

He was in real pain and furrowed his brow so much that he couldn't say more.

Suddenly, a sword light came out from behind the curtain of water, tearing the powerful curtain formation in half like a slice of tofu.

The sword was so powerful that it struck Shi Mei right where he was standing, and when it was about to hit him, Chu Wanning waved his sleeve and used all his spiritual power to drop a protective boundary to shield Shi Mei, while he choked on a mouthful of blood.

A high, clear male voice echoes slowly through this Shenwu Arsenal.

"I am Gouchen Shanggong, the God of War, how dare you trespass on Shenwu's forbidden territory?"