The black-robed voice was gentle and polite, and sounded like a humble gentleman.
In fact, ever since Jiang Su was struck by a lightning disaster that could be described as shocking in the sect competition some time ago, his entire consciousness has been in a state of drowsiness, as if he had been living in a void universe for three whole months.
Her body was in a coma, but her mind remained awake, so she could hear sounds from the outside world from time to time.
She would like to call herself in a vegetative state.
As for not opening your eyes after waking up, it's because... Heaven has something to say.
"Separate your eyes and observe the world with your heart."
She had been suffering from whether she was a person in the book, which deceived her heart. She regarded the kindness of her senior brothers and sisters as if they were just acting in a plot.
But……
The sword cultivator gives you a sword, and the talisman cultivator gives you a talisman.
Their kindness was too good for Jiang Su.
As we all know, a sword cultivator's sword is more important than his life, but Liu Yunqing and his junior sister are actually willing to give up their own magic weapons for her. What's the difference between that and giving up their lives to give her away?
Only then did Jiang Su realize that she couldn't see cause and effect, couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood, and couldn't read people's hearts.
Looking at it now...this can be regarded as a reminder from Heaven.
God gave me a back door?!!
When this thought suddenly appeared, Jiang Su felt that her impression of this evil nature of exploiting and beating workers was somewhat fragmented.
"I see. So, you are both a ghost cultivator and you also became a demon cultivator because you were exposed to demonic energy? Then your life is quite eventful."
Jiang Su understood clearly, so he didn't want to discuss his own affairs with him, and just commented and talked to him casually.
"As the girl said, it is indeed true. I also think that my life has been ups and downs, just like the waves on the sea, rising one after another. Is the girl willing to listen to me tell my story?"
Jiang Su thought: "The opportunity has come!"
She cleared her throat and said righteously: "If you want to, of course I can...but you need to tell me how to get to the fourth floor of the Black Tower."
The black robe smiled softly, "Okay."
While his sleeves were flying, a strong wind suddenly blew up.
In the sea of consciousness, Jiang Su could clearly see a staircase appearing in the void of the outside world, leading to an unknown place.
"Girl, let me start talking."
Jiang Su felt relieved now, crossed his legs obediently, and played the role of a fun person skillfully.
The ghost cultivator's voice was like a trickle of water, clear but not chilly, as if it was about to lead people into a dream. Unknowingly, the girl was in a trance and walked past with him.
"My spiritual consciousness used to be that of a male cultivator. I had some talent on the road to immortality. I had a relative who depended on each other for life at home. The two lived together for many years, peacefully and peacefully. Unfortunately, things have gone by in vain. I took risks for the sake of my relatives and angered a person in the world of cultivation.
A mighty daughter."
"This mighty daughter destroyed my body, poured me potions from ancient times, and reduced me to a mortal woman."
"I have lived in the mortal world again as a woman for thirty-eight years. However, this woman has a father but no mother, but her family is wealthy and she has no worries about food and clothing. When she grows up, she marries a noble husband, gets a royal title, and has an unlimited life."
"The only pain is that I was lonely when I was young, and my playmates had different intentions. When I was seven or eight years old, I couldn't go to school like a man, and I didn't feel good about studying. When I grew up, I couldn't even become an official in the court, develop my ambitions, and have hairpins.
Trapped in the back house, doing housework every day, without seeing the vast mountains and rivers I experienced in my previous life."
"This woman was in poor health and was infertile for a long time after getting married. Her husband married one house after another. Although his love for her has not diminished, it still broke her heart."
"Fortunately, I found a good doctor at the age of thirty-seven and finally became pregnant with my husband's child. Unexpectedly, the endless pain had just begun. In March, I frequently vomited water. In April, I lost my appetite. In May, my legs and feet were swollen and it was difficult to get off the ground. By ten
The moon is lying on the bed."
"You look old, but your youth fades away easily."
"In the end... the woman died of childbirth in the winter."
"One cry, one whimper."
The ghost cultivator's voice suddenly stopped, there was no faint echo in the entire void, and a strange feeling arose spontaneously.
"..."
Jiang Su didn't think it was an entertaining story, and even called it a record of the lives of half the women in the Jing Dynasty, and he still had a vague feeling of strangeness in his heart.
"Why is it so...familiar..." Jiang Su thought to herself.
In the silence, the black-robed ghost cultivator suddenly spoke.
"Miss Jiang, do you still remember me?"
"Buzz——"
Jiang Su only felt that his mind was suddenly filled with a magical sound, like the waves surging, soldiers and armor shouting, people wailing, all playing at the same time, like...purgatory on earth.
The girl in colorful clothes subconsciously hugged her head, and fell to the ground, curled up into a ball.
Her breathing gradually accelerated, her heart almost burst out of her throat, her limbs twitched, and she was sweating profusely.
"Oh it's you……"
Jiang Su, who was in the sea of consciousness, was curled up on the ground holding her head. She gritted her teeth and said, "Xi Chao!"
"So you are here!"
The black robe suddenly attacked the girl in the sea of consciousness, and the entire robe turned into an overwhelming black cloth and wrapped her in it.
Jiang Su bit her own tiger's mouth and used the pain to force herself to regain control of her body.
The next moment, she suddenly took out two long needles from her sleeves and thrust them into her ears at the same time, causing the smell of blood to fill her nose.
Her eyes were closed in the sea of consciousness!
Don't watch the world, don't listen to the music.
Jiang Su's consciousness returned to her body again. This time, she grasped the blind stick with both hands and suddenly pulled out the double blades.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her physical eyes for the first time in a long time.
"..."
"Xi Chao, since you know that I'm not really blind, you should know..."
"I still have two good legs."
The girl in colorful clothes was fierce, and murderous intent was everywhere around her, sweeping across the entire void.
She had not seen the real world for a long time, and all she could see was the way out.
"Goodbye brother!"
Jiang Su's Thirty-Six Strategies: Walking is the best strategy, so he ran away, running towards the stairs that Xi Chao had conjured up just now, without looking back, using the movement techniques he had learned.
What Fang Zhe teaches must be of high quality! It’s more than enough to hide from a ghost cultivator flying around!
"Xi Chao, wait for you. Even if you have another chance, I will lead my men back sooner or later to kill you! I will let you ambush me here! Lao Yin Guan!!"
Jiang Su cursed, ran to the end of the stairs and jumped up. The cold wind blowing against her face reminded her that she was completely rid of the ghost.
"call--"
At some point, Jiang Su's eyes closed again. She skillfully took out her glass bottle, bit into a pill, and her eardrums recovered as before.
"Xi Chao..." He crushed the elixir between his teeth, turned it into water and swallowed it in his throat.
"It turns out that he was captured in the Black Tower... Wasn't he in my alchemy furnace? How could he really become a mortal and use the soul of a mortal to cultivate the ghost path?"
Jiang Su lay on the ground with his legs spread out like a big character, letting the cold wind hit him from the head.
"Ghost cultivator...how should I fight this kind of monk? Should I use my spiritual consciousness? But how can I launch an attack with my spiritual consciousness? It can't be that Nascent Soul bullies Ji Zhu and uses his spiritual consciousness to knock the kid to death."
Jiang Su subconsciously hugged his blind stick.
She didn't notice that her current movements were actually very similar to Xiao Wangjia who used the sword at that time.