Chapter 253

The Yin energy emanating from Fan Wu She’s body made Xie Bi An's hair stand up. Mo Shang Cun’s transformation illusion just now not only made him overwhelmed with grief, but also greatly stimulated Fan Wu She. If the Heavenly Secret Talisman wasn’t in his own hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Xie Bi An just realized that the Heavenly Secret Talisman was slightly warming up in front of his chest at this time, as if responding to a call. He reached out and touched it, and he couldn’t help but shudder with fear. He took a deep breath, braced himself, stood in front of Fan Wu She, and said again in a steady voice: "Wu She, I need you to restrain yourself. I need you to regain consciousness. He has been provoking you by all means. You are no longer a prisoner of the Infernal Hell. You don't have to be controlled by him."

Fan Wu She's eyes were clearly struggling.

Mo Shang Cun added fuel to the fire on one side: "Your good big brother is only using you. He doesn't care about your life or death. He just wants to save Lord Lan."

Xie Bi An’s sword swept out. A bloody channel was opened at the left side of Mo Shang Cun's face from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear. His body twitched twice, and his face became gradually distorted under the stimulation of pain, yet he was still laughing without fear of death.

If it were not for the need to ask him about Lan Chui Han’s whereabouts, Xie Bi An would have cut his tongue directly.

Fan Wu She stared at Xie Bi An. His gaze was clearly resistant, cold, and guarded, but it seemed to be longing for something. He frowned and pondered for a long time before extending a hand towards Xie Bi An and said in a hoarse voice, "The Heavenly Secret Talisman."

Seeing Xie Bi An's expression didn’t change, he aggravated his tone: "Give me the Heavenly Secret Talisman!"

"The Heavenly Secret Talisman was handed over to me by you to prevent you from being manipulated by hatred and anger and inducing your inner demons." Xie Bi An looked straight at Fan Wu She. His gaze was frank and penetrating, "Do you remember?"

"Give it to me!" Fan Wu She's face gradually twisted.

"I can't give it to you." Xie Bi An once again tried to reach out and put his hand over the jade token.

But his chest suddenly burned hot. Xie Bi An let out a cry of pain as the Heavenly Secret Talisman broke through the barrier of his clothes and flew back into Fan Wu She's hand with a whoosh.

Like pouring oil on the fire, the black death aura around Fan Wu She's body was burning like a black flame.

Xie Bi An said anxiously: “Wu She!”

Fan Wu She was dragging Mo Shang Cun. He leaped to the black dragon pillar and tied Mo Shang Cun up with the instruments of torture embedded in the dragon pillar. He stretched out his fingers and stroked the grooves of the totem on the dragon pillar. Those dark brown marks were the blood that had flowed on it. He looked down again and saw that all the blood was converging to the pool under his feet.

This Nine Dragon Formation, with the blood pool as the eye, was born to suppress the most powerful resentment in the Underworld. Otherwise, those fierce ghosts who suffered in the Infernal Hell would destroy the entire Underworld with their resentment.

And this black dragon pillar, which was the eye of the formation, would always be reserved for the most powerful ghosts.

Fan Wu She's gaze swept over the trembling execution officers who had nowhere to run: "Come here."

Several execution officers came under the black dragon pillar as they were told, and they naturally knew what Fan Wu She wanted to do.

Fan Wu She retreated to one side and said with a grim smile, "Do it."

The execution officers were unambiguous and tortured Mo Shang Cun in the same way as a prisoner.

Skinning, meat scraping, dismembering, and bleeding. Those most primitive, bloody, and cruel infernal torture brought infinite pain. Mo Shang Cun's screams reverberated in the stone cave. Before one sound subsided, another one rose again, and the lingering sounds were long-lasting.

Fan Wu She let out a laugh of great pleasure.

Xie Bi An looked at that bloody scene and felt a chill down his spine. He wanted to remind Fan Wu She several times that they needed Mo Shang Cun to tell them where Lan Chui Han was. But looking at Fan Wu She, who was increasingly crazy and addicted to the pleasure of revenge, he was afraid that if he really reminded him, it would only backfire and make Fan Wu She more out of control.

But if he let him go on like this, he would turn all the execution officers in the Infernal Hell into dust.

Xie Bi An walked up to Fan Wu She’s back. Fan Wu She turned his body halfway and looked at him coldly, "I'm helping you to save that Lan guy."

"In that case, let him take a breath to talk."

Fan Wu She glanced at Mo Shang Cun whose limbs were about to turn into white bones from the scraping and smiled slightly: "There are thousands of varieties of punishments in the Infernal Hell, but you said you like this simple and straightforward one the most. Only in this way can the pool of blood be endless. How was it, do you like it?"

Mo Shang Cun only howled miserably.

Fan Wu She waved his hand to stop the execution officers.

Several execution officers stopped tamely and stepped aside.

Mo Shang Cun was covered in blood. The corners of his mouth were salivating, and not a single piece of good flesh could be found below his skull. But even so, he would recover as before, because he was not a living person. He couldn’t die. His body was a spiritual body rather than a real flesh body. Like all the prisoners who entered here, he would continue to suffer day after day with his intact body.

At this time, he was given a chance to breathe intermittently, and was finally able to recover a trace of sanity from the severe pain.

Xie Bi An asked in a hurry: "Where is Lan Chui Han? Tell us."

Mo Shang Cun grunted coldly and strenuously.

"If you don't say it, you have to keep suffering here. How long can you last?"

"... If I said it ... he would not ... let me go either ... "

Xie Bi An gripped the hilt of his sword: "If you say it, I will give you a quick death."

"Okay, I want him ... to promise ..." Mo Shang Cun said with difficulty, "To swear."

Fan Wu She looked at Xie Bi An: "Impossible."

Xie Bi An said anxiously, "We are here to save people."

"But not to save me." Fan Wu She snorted, "It's none of my business if he lives or dies."

Mo Shang Cun lets out a muffled laughter, "Indeed ..."

Suddenly, Mo Shang Cun gathered his Yin energy. His body changed quickly, including those bloody limbs. He became Zong Zi Xiao under their eyes.

Xie Bi An felt redness in front of his eyes. Those terrible injuries, unpleasant looking blood, and the dejected face that was numbed from the pain, all of it turned into Zong Zi Xiao. And this was more real than those ghosts Mo Shang Cun used to transform just now, because those wounds were still fresh and warm, and those painful wailings were still clear in the ears.

Fan Wu She stared deadly at himself who had been cut to pieces on the black dragon pillar. His pupils gradually dilated. The black death aura almost invaded and occupied all of his sclera, so that his eyes were only left a hopeless and bottomless black. He let out a low roar, and the blood-colored mystic text on the Heavenly Secret Talisman was looming with a red glow.

"Wu She, don't!" Xie Bi An shouted loudly.

All the execution officers in the cave turned to Fan Wu She’s direction in a uniform manner, as if they were manipulated by a string. In the next moment, they tore and scratched their own flesh, gouged out their own eyeballs, and pulled out their own tongues while screaming. They did not stop even though they were bloody and tore themselves into pieces in the screeching.

That scene was so bloody and horrible that even Xie Bi An, who grew up in the Underworld, couldn't watch it anymore.

Mo Shang Cun laughed crazily as he mimicked Fan Wu She's tone and shouted, "Big brother, come save me. Why hasn't big brother come to save me? Hahahahaha----"

Fan Wu She clutched his head and roared like a beast.

The entire stone cave began to shake violently. The power of the Heavenly Secret Talisman was spreading to the outside of this torture room and would spread to the entire 18th floor of Hell soon.

Xie Bi An rushed towards Fan Wu She with vigorous strides. Fan Wu She noticed his approach and subconsciously wanted to fight back, but was suppressed by a more stubborn and determined will, so he let Xie Bi An embraced him.

A surprise flashed in Fan Wu She’s eyes, and the world became quiet.

Xie Bi An held the person in his arms tightly. His chest was heaving continuously. He was betting that Fan Wu She hadn't really lost his mind, otherwise, he would have been at risk of losing his life just now.

Fan Wu She was still frozen in place and at a loss.

"It's me. You know it's me, right?"

Fan Wu She's lips opened and closed slightly, but did not answer.

"I came to save Lan Chui Han, and I also came to save you." When he said these words, the boulder that was weighing Xie Bi An's heart down seemed to have loosened. He was finally able to catch his breath and face up to Fan Wu She's sins and redemption.

After a long time, Fan Wu She said, "...You came to save me."

"Yes, I came to save you." Sorrow flowed out from Xie Bi An's eyes, "The mistakes you made in your previous life have been repaid here, but you still have a piece of yourself imprisoned here, so I came to take you away today."

"Big brother ... came to save me." Fan Wu She said with a trembling voice.

Xie Bi An tightened his arms. His tone was gentle, but the words that came out were sincere and earnest: "Big brother came to save you."

Fan Wu She’s eyes were glittering with hidden tears, and the black death aura in them was wavering.

 

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PS: my tears, FUUUUUCCC--- (ಥ﹏ಥ)

PS from Emzie: *wraps Ari in a blanket and hands ice cream* 

 

Edited on 29 June 21 (Emzie)

 

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