But Tong Yan couldn't hear what he said, and he was still in shock and panic when he learned that he was deaf.
Feeling a little warm in her ear, she subconsciously reached out to touch it, but what she touched was some viscous liquid.
It's blood.
Tong Yan was not hurt by the secret realm, but was accidentally hurt by "one of his own". How could Tong Yan's mood at this moment be described by a dog?
Seeing the blood flowing from Tong Yan's ears, Gu Yuqi finally realized that she was injured by the soul power.
He immediately knelt down and grabbed her hand to check the injury.
When his hand was grabbed by him, Tong Yan was startled, looked up at him, and said depressedly, "I seem to be temporarily unable to hear."
After all, monks are not fragile ordinary people. Even if their souls are injured and their hearing is lost, they can return to normal as long as they spend some time recovering from their injuries.
As for how long this time will last, it depends on how well you recover during the period.
Gu Yuqi paused slightly while checking the injury, then his eyes met Tong Yan's eyes, and then moved to his bleeding ears.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon."
"What did you just say?" Tong Yan saw his mouth moving, and Tong Yan, who didn't know what he meant, couldn't help but ask loudly.
Gu Yuqi pursed his lower lip, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
He found a clean handkerchief and handed it over to her to wipe away the blood.
Tong Yan understood what this meant. After all, the handkerchief was thrust into his hand. Even if he didn't understand, he could still figure out what it was for.
Gu Yuqi then stood up and faced Xun Heting and the others. When Tong Yan realized that he couldn't hear, the riot behind him had stopped.
Books were scattered all over the place, and there were various boxes with unknown contents mixed in among them.
In the center, Xun Heting is sitting on a pile of books with a sad expression, the old ghost seems to be half-kneeling in front of him, and a crow is sitting on the side with his head hanging down.
Even though Gu Yuqi was paying attention to Tong Yan, he didn't miss the scene there.
Previously, when Xun Heting's soul power exploded, the crow was directly ejected and hit the bookshelf.
Consuming a large amount of soul power will shorten the existence time of the residual soul. When the old ghost saw Xun Heting wasting his soul power, he was naturally anxious for him.
Immediately, regardless of whether the soul power would hurt him or not, the cloak raised up could not cover the thick bones underneath, and he rushed forward to stop him regardless.
"Senior Brother Xun! Stop it! It's been so long, I've long forgotten that I can always be with you after death. Ying Zheng, die without regrets!"
Ying Zheng, the optimistic and enthusiastic young man following him.
But he was implicated by himself and became a ghost cultivator, "I am the one who implicated you, Ying Zheng, I am really sorry!"
The voice was sad and weak, filled with guilt.
The crow, which finally flew back again, looked at the two men and did not dare to make a sound.
In that war, it was the only one to survive.
First, Xun Heting was plotted and besieged to death, and then he watched helplessly as a young man with clean eyes was beaten to death, and was sealed with an evil formation to imprison his soul.
Screams resounded through the sky, but the demons laughed wantonly and ferociously.
How dare it tell the adults? It wasn't until the boy's clear voice broke his throat and he became hoarse that he couldn't make another sound, then those people sealed the last eye.
Who can understand the fear of waiting for death in the dark?
After the outburst, Xun Heting was obviously much weaker. The arrogance belonging to the sword god faded away, leaving only vicissitudes and decadence. "Ha! What can I do with my remaining soul now?"
There's no chance for revenge anymore.
The old ghost said nothing and stubbornly sent his soul power to Xun Hoting.
"Ying Zheng, no need. I should have died a long time ago. The fact that I could see you before disappearing is a sign of God's love for me."
I just really don't want to let those murderers run free.
"You take Cangshan out. In the remaining time, I want to have a good time catching up with my old friends." Xun Heting said this to Gu Yuqi.
Tong Yan, who was waiting to see, looked a little pale. Realizing that he might have accidentally hurt her just now, Xun Heting sighed.
"It seems that I am really old."
In the end, he actually hurt one of his own people.
He raised his hand, used his two fingers as a pen, and used his soul power as ink. He started writing in front of him. His fingertips moved and the characters under his pen were arranged vertically.
At this time, a piece of white paper floated up from the ground, allowing the soul power to attach to it.
Wrote the letter, rolled it up, and sent it to Tong Yan.
"Everything I want to tell you is written in it. I don't have much time left, so I can only finish it in this way. Cangshan, I have the honor to fight alongside you in this life, that's enough!"
Tong Yan took the letter and gave him a serious gift. Even though she couldn't hear what he said, Xun Heting's expression and eyes at this moment already explained what he wanted to express.
He was saying his final farewell to the real Cangshan Divine Sword.
After he and Gu Yuqi came out, the door behind them slowly closed.
Tong Yan sat down in a random place and rummaged around for the healing pills in his storage bag.
But after all, it is the soul that is injured. Treasures that can heal such injuries and repair the soul may not be available to ordinary Yuanying monks, so no matter how hard Tong Yan looks for them, he can't find the right one.
After a while, she had no choice but to take ordinary pills to recover from the trauma first.
The soul of a non-serious injury can slowly repair itself. In addition, her soul is stronger than ordinary people. If nothing goes wrong, her hearing can be restored in up to half a year.
After refining the elixir, Tong Yan opened his eyes, glanced at his waist inadvertently, and found a gold thread hooked on the decoration of the belt.
Thinking that her clothes had been snagged somewhere, she reached out to take care of it without caring. When she touched the thread and pulled it, she brought out a jade note.
There are a few words engraved on the jade paper, 'Chaos Divine Movement Technique'.
A speed-based technique that can only be practiced with Chaos Spiritual Roots.
Judging from the location of the jade note, she should have brought it out from inside, but I don't know whether it hung on her body when she put the book down, or whether it was caught when she leaned against the bookshelf.
Tong Yan subconsciously looked at Gu Yuqi, who was resting in the distance. He was the owner of the palace now, so this jade note should not be considered his.
Gu Yuqi looked over as if he was feeling something, and then he also glanced at the jade paper in her hand.
But soon, his eyes moved away without any fluctuation, and he closed his eyes and began to adjust his breathing.
It's just a jade note, but another person's opportunity.
Moreover, according to the rules set by Xun Heting before, everyone who comes in can take away one thing.
Tong Yan couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Does this mean it belongs to her by default?
No matter what, the fact that just one thread hung on her body for so long proved that it was God's will.
She accepted it unceremoniously.
In the following time, Tong Yan was studying the "Chaos Divine Movement Technique", while Gu Yuqi was refining the controller of the palace.
He must be refined enough to control the palace to leave before the end of the secret realm. Otherwise, once the secret realm is closed, people will be thrown out by the rules, but the palace can only stay here.
At this moment, there are still nearly seven days until the secret realm is closed.
On the other side, Shen Zhuangheng and Huo Qizhi were trapped on the fourth floor, while Ji Xing came to the fifth floor.
Skeletons crawled out of the yellow sand in the sky, and the scene was horrifying.