bookrandom Chapter 309 Yan Ping, look who this is
Chapter 309 Yan Ping, look who this is
The moon is coming.
The dark blue mist drifted to the sinking stone under the moonlight, giving off a cold feeling.
The dew tonight is especially heavy.
When Yan Ping woke up, his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. They trembled several times before he opened his eyes. Even so, his consciousness was still hazy and his eyes were unfocused.
The prison was supposed to be silent, but suddenly there were a few quiet breathing sounds.
He moved his cold and stiff hands, only to find that they had been handcuffed above his head at some point. The soil under his feet had disappeared, and the weight of his entire body was borne by his wrists.
Yan Ping's thinking was extremely slow, and he couldn't remember clearly when he got here.
What time is it now?
He raised his head slowly; his cervical vertebrae made a slight sound and felt a little sore, but he remained indifferent and looked straight up at the bright moon in the sky.
The moon was very big, as big as a millstone. The clear moonlight fell into his unfocused pupils, making him unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Besides the quiet breathing sounds beside my ears, there was also the sound of someone engraving something.
Stab, sting, sting.
Somewhat jarring.
Yan Ping's half-consciousness suddenly became clear for a moment. He looked at the moon in his eyes, and his dilated pupils shrank slightly in an instant.
The last day of tide month has arrived!
The bit of consciousness that was clear instantly swept over the rest of the drowsy consciousness like a prairie fire.
In a moment, Yan Ping quickly got rid of his previous confused state.
He looked at the moon in the sky with some shock.
In his memory, it seemed that there was still some time before the last day of Chaoyue.
Yan Ping obviously felt something was wrong. He moved his cold wrist, which was a little stiff.
I have been hanging like this for some time.
But he remembered that he had only been fastened to the sinking stone before, and he didn't know when his posture changed.
Yan Ping began to recall what happened in the past. Every day was very peaceful and there was nothing unusual.
But his posture was changed.
Did he lose control at some point?
But he had no recollection of it at all. In the past, even if he lost control, he would recall the memories in his body when he woke up.
Yan Ping's eyes suddenly became cold, and he sank his consciousness directly into the depths of his sea of consciousness, which was as quiet as usual.
He went straight into the depths of the crack and checked the seal.
Unexpectedly, there was no problem here, and the seal was even very good. The gap and the opening were completely closed, and not even a trace of black air was exposed.
Yan Ping stood here, staring at the gap with cold eyes for a while.
There was definitely something wrong with his memory.
If it's not these evil thoughts that are at work, then could it be Him?
The gap in front of me was still so quiet without a single ripple.
Yan Ping looked at him coldly for a while before leaving.
Chaoyue is coming soon, so wait until he finishes dealing with this matter before dealing with them.
And just at the moment when his consciousness left.
The originally solid seal suddenly seemed to be hit hard by something, revealing a crack so small that not even mist could pass through, and it was showing signs of expanding.
Yan Ping knew nothing about this. He opened his eyes again and moved around a bit. He felt his body was not as stiff as before.
He looked in the direction of the breathing, only to find that there was only an extremely thick blue mist in front of him and he could not see anything else.
But the breathing sounds around are clear.
He looked up at the moon again and found something strange. The moon seemed to be shining directly through the blue mist.
Very strange.
But Yan Ping believed that the moon was real and not an illusion He had cast on him.
"Hey, you're awake."
His voice suddenly appeared in my ears.
Yan Ping turned his head and looked at the shadow hidden in the thick fog, appearing and disappearing. His face was grim.
"what did you do to me?"
He repeated strangely, "What have I done to you?"
He smiled and said tenderly, "I have done so many things for you. Which one are you asking about?"
Yan Ping stared at Him without saying anything.
He did not care, but controlled the phantom to appear in front of Yan Ping, at a very close distance, and spoke softly.
"Why don't I tell you something I did recently."
There was a hint of tenderness in His voice.
But this little bit of warmth was like the food in front of the guillotine, disgusting, and it also made Yan Ping feel a little uneasy inexplicably.
Part of it was the uneasiness of having wrong memories, and part of it was His current tone, as if He thought He had grasped what He cared about.
Yan Ping didn't show it, but his eyes became colder.
He smiled and waved his hand.
The dark blue mist that had completely enveloped Yan Ping suddenly dissipated.
The already bright moonlight became even brighter at this moment.
Along with it came the pain that began to surge in his meridians, and the murderous intent that was once again aroused.
His body was filled with Wuwang Sea vapor, and in just the moment the mist dispersed, all the murderous intent in Yan Ping's body was connected and rushed straight into his sea of consciousness.
The sea steam from the huge crack deep in the sea of consciousness burst out at the same time.
Both of them appeared at the same time in just a moment.
Yan Ping's pupils turned completely scarlet. After a long while, he moved his eyeballs stiffly, looked at Him, and pulled the corners of his mouth.
"Is this what you do?"
His consciousness just now was almost overwhelmed by this wave of murderous intent. Once he lost consciousness, perhaps it would be the time for Him to take action.
He laughed softly, "Of course not, I just let go of the barrier that has been protecting you a little bit."
It is not an easy task to isolate Chao Yue's influence on the Wuwang Sea vapor in Yan Ping's body.
Only by using purer Wuwang Sea Steam to completely cover and hide Yan Ping can he be isolated.
In order to allow Yan Ping to wait until the last day, he transformed at the most critical moment and consumed all the essence he had accumulated over the past decade.
Now, the time is almost up.
He raised his hand again, but this time the mist did not dissipate, but instead summoned a still soft corpse.
"Yan Ping, look, who is this?"
As He spoke, He pinched the corpse's chin to reveal his face.
The dissipation of the dark blue mist had a great impact on Yan Ping. The pain in his meridians that he had not felt for a long time came again.
The extremely strong murderous intent in his sea of consciousness was still surging, trying to get him to break free and start killing people.
With only a last bit of willpower and a last bit of clarity left, he was holding the string taut, asking him to wait a little longer.
And it was at this moment that Yan Ping saw that face.
His face was so pale that it seemed without a trace of blood, but there was still that familiar coldness between his eyebrows. In his eyes, which were still open after death, there seemed to be confusion and pain.
At that moment, Yan Ping's bright red pupils suddenly contracted, his heartbeat seemed to stop, and he heard a sigh from thousands of miles away.
"senior."
"...Look, who is this..."