Chapter nine hundred and ninetieth one night gray hair, dead
He suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at the ceiling.
Shenxu and Gu Jianyang, who were standing by, were not happy when they saw Fu Yang woke up.
"Master, you..."
Poof!
Fu Yang poked his head towards the bed, and actually spat out a large ball of black blood from his mouth. It was like jelly or turtle jelly, showing a strange gel state.
Snap!
The blood fell to the cabin floor and bounced a few times before it dispersed into a ball. The scene was very scary.
If this were an ordinary person, the doctor would probably be scared to death.
As expected, Gu Jianyang also looked surprised.
However, Shenxu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Amitabha, Almsgiver Fu is indeed a lucky person with his own destiny! This is just to spit out the blood that was depressed in his heart. It should be fine."
Sure enough, Fu Yang's originally confused and chaotic eyes became a little more flexible at this moment. After turning around, it seemed to be starting to become normal.
But the next moment, a gray aura suddenly spread rapidly from the corner of his eyes!
Under the shocked gazes of Shenxu and Gu Jianyang, the gray color quickly infected Fu Yang's eyes...
In a tenth of a second, both of his eyeballs turned pale gray. He exuded an old, low, and dim negative aura.
Before the two of them could say anything, changes were still happening!
Fu Yang's hair was originally black and shiny and of excellent quality. But at this moment, there was also a hint of grayish white from the tips of his hair...
Then, like the slow motion of a movie special effect, it spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Within a second or two at most, Fu Yang's hair all turned gray!!!
Gray eyes, gray hair.
Even the whole person's body is constantly exuding a gray aura.
Fu Yang sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes dull.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Gu Jianyang became even more panicked now, and then turned to Shenxu and shouted loudly: "Master, didn't you say that the master vomited the congestion in his heart and should have recovered? How could it be..."
Monk Shenxu was a little confused now.
His expression became serious.
He didn't answer Gu Jianyang's words first, but quickly walked a few steps to Fu Yang. He stretched out a finger and touched Fu Yang's forehead.
One after another, golden silk threads are entangled.
It entered Fu Yang's eyebrows along Shenxu's fingertips, and then flew out from the two ears. It had turned into gray mist!
This time, Shenxu's expression became even more solemn.
"Donor Fu actually has a death wish! This, this is serious... This gray thing is the so-called death energy."
Death energy is actually not a specific thing. It is a general term for an emotional state.
For example, ordinary people sometimes say, "There is no love left in life" or "It's better to just die." In fact, it means that the energy of death is born in the heart.
For example, in the world of ordinary people, some parents are pitiful and their child dies in an accident. The parents' hair turns white overnight and they look haggard for at least ten years.
The same is true.
It’s just that “death energy” has arisen in my heart!
For paranormal people, death energy is even more troublesome.
Because the minds of ordinary people are not yet open, the connection between the soul and the body is not so close, and they are not in a state of complete harmony. But the supernatural powerhouse is different.
Once "death energy" arises in the heart, it will not only affect the soul. It will also affect the physical body, the realm of cultivation and mana!
There is a high possibility that he will become a living dead!
In more severe cases, the practice may even begin to dissipate and the mana will be lost.
"What?! So serious!"
Gu Jianyang was stunned for a moment.
At this time, Fu Yang finally spoke.
He looked at the two of them and smiled bitterly: "Master Shenxu, my little disciple. I didn't mean to do this. Reason tells me that I shouldn't be so depressed. But I really can't control my emotions and state of mind... Sigh.
."
Fu Yang shook his head.
Obviously he is also very distressed.
But I just can't get out of this vicious circle.
Master Shenxu proclaimed the Buddha's name and advised.
"Donor Fu Yang and Donor Dong were just snatched away by a mysterious sea monster. It's not yet certain whether they will be killed. What if the sea monster is not evil? Why bother?"
"What's more, Donor Dong himself is the King of Ghosts. Even if there is an accident, as long as the soul is not scattered, even if there is only a trace of the remaining soul, it will return to the palace of the kings in the underworld!"
"Because once you become a ghost king, even if you have not been to the underworld and are not registered by the underworld, you will still be connected to the underworld. It is okay when you are strong. If the ghost king is weak, the remaining souls will automatically
Absorbed by a place in the underworld called the Palace of Kings."
"So you have to know that it is extremely difficult for a ghost king to be completely eliminated! It is far more difficult to destroy than human cultivators or monsters of the same level. If it is seriously injured, it can be extinguished, and even if a trace of soul is left behind, it will be destroyed by the palaces of the kings of the underworld.
Absorb it... No matter what, you have the possibility of seeing Donor Dong again."
Shenxu spoke sincerely, and also revealed the secrets of the underworld held by senior Buddhist officials!
The palace of kings!
It turns out that there is such a place.
It seems that the power of the underworld is indeed very strong. It can actually "recycle" the incomplete soul of the Ghost King? This is an absolute feat.
Although Buddhist and Taoist sects also have similar methods, their coverage is obviously not as huge.
"The Palace of Kings..."
After listening to Monk Shenxu's words, a glimmer of light flashed in Fu Yang's lifeless gray eyes. But it quickly dimmed again.
He looked up at Shenxu and murmured: "What if the sea monster is an extremely evil person? What if it has some means to make Wei Ke lose his soul? So what?"
Well……
Shenxu was stunned by his question.
Smiling bitterly: "But this is the lowest probability, isn't it? There is at least an 80% chance that Benefactor Dong is still alive somewhere in this world. Whether it is the world of heaven or the underworld. For a talented ascetic like you,
It’s not really difficult. Let’s just say that the sea monster is an evil person. If Donor Dong is harmed so much that there is only a trace of his soul left, the palaces of the underworld will immediately suck it away. Then you can go to the underworld to look for it.”
Fu Yang nodded.
But he shook his head again.
I don't know what he wanted to express.
But no matter what, the deathly aura surrounding his body has not dissipated. His eyes and hair are still strangely gray...
"Master, I know everything you said. But I can't control myself, and I don't want to be like this... But I just feel that my whole person has fallen into a sense of powerlessness. I am just looking at the sea.
The demon kidnapped Wei Ke, and I was still wearing the ghost armor at the time."
Fu Yang turned his head away and looked out the window. (Second update)