For the next three days, many people were restless and restless.
wenning（guijiangjun）Sister, when will Brother Ayao come out, I am afraid.
Warmly hugging her younger brother tightly, she looked in the direction of the Devil-Avoiding Hall and didn't speak.
wenning（guijiangjun）Sister, it's been four days. What if Brother A Yao is injured? What if he is hungry?
As Wen Ning spoke, tears fell. Warmth is also very uncomfortable in her heart, but she is now everyone's pillar, and she cannot be cowardly.
wenqing（guiyi）A Ning, we have to trust him. He will definitely come back safely. A Ning will help Brother A Yao prepare his favorite boiled fish, okay?
Wen Ning wiped away her tears, nodded, and ran to the kitchen. Brother A Yao liked the boiled fish he made the most. This time, in order to reward Brother A Yao, he must put more peppers.
.......
Deep in the blood pool
Wei Ying once again enslaved a ferocious ghost, and now there are dozens of ferocious ghosts in his spirit lock, all of which were conquered along the way.
In four days, he had passed through eighteen dangerous hurdles. Whether it was tongue pulling or frying pan, he had experienced it. If he guessed correctly, it was the torture of eighteen layers of hell.
weiying（weiwuxian）What exactly needs to set up the torture of eighteen layers of hell? I'm really looking forward to it.
Wei Ying dragged his tired body and continued to walk forward. The clothes on his body had long since turned into strips of cloth, and there was no good place for his skin.
At the end was a door, which Wei Ying pushed open without thinking.
Inside was a piece of lava, and at the end of the lava was an altar surrounded by stones. On the altar was a woman in red who was chained. A voice kept shouting in Wei Ying's heart.
chenqing（guidi）Master, master, save me, save me, I'm in so much pain, master...
weiying（weiwuxian）Who are you? Why do you call me master?
Wei Ying looked around, only the woman on the altar, it shouldn't be her.
chenqing（guidi）Master, my name is Chen Qing, this is the name you chose.
Stunned for a moment, Wei Ying took out the flute at his waist, only to find that the entire flute had turned blood red, it was very beautiful, and he seemed to be able to feel its pulse when he held it in his hand.
Wei Ying widened her eyes and looked up at the woman in red across from her.
weiying（weiwuxian）Chen Qing, are you the sister who was tied to the altar?
chenqing（guidi）Yes master, I am the flute spirit of the ghost flute. Trapped here a thousand years ago, I finally waited for the master.
weiying（weiwuxian）Chen Qing, how can I let you out?
Wei Ying didn't ask why Chen Qing was imprisoned here. He only knew that Chen Qing was his magic weapon and had accompanied him for two lifetimes. No matter it was evil, he protected it to the end, and he also believed that Chen Qing was very good.
chenqing（guidi）Master, as long as you drip blood on the ghost flute, you have to work hard...
Chen Qing's words became quieter and quieter. Heart blood is the foundation of a person's life, and it only exists where the heart pulse is close to the heart.
Without hesitation, Wei Ying took out a knife from his body, as thin as a cicada's wing. Ripping off his clothes, he stabbed it violently. His attack was extremely precise and did not hurt his heart.
Pressing Chen Qing to the bleeding part of his chest, Wei Ying fell to the ground with a smile. To get rid of the blood in his heart, he must cut through his heart.
Chen Qing absorbed the blood and emitted a red light, enveloping Wei Ying. The altar began to collapse, and the woman in red opened her eyes, broke the chain and came to Wei Ying's side, merging into the ghost flute.
The red light was victorious, and then Chen Qing seemed to melt into Wei Ying's eyebrows, leaving only a bright red other bank flower totem.
......
Three days later, Wei Ying heard someone talking in a daze. He opened his eyes. The surrounding arrangements were very familiar, and he was relieved.
wenqing（guiyi）Ah Yao, you are awake. Great, are you feeling well?
weiying（weiwuxian）Sister Ah Qing, my chest hurts very much.
Hearing this, he gave him a warm look.
wenqing（guiyi）You still know pain, who would take a knife and insert it into their heart? Fortunately, it only hurt a little heart pulse, and there is still a spiritual energy that has been repairing, otherwise you can still talk to me here?
Wei Ying slouched his mouth and lowered his head for training.
weiying（weiwuxian）(I don't know how Chen Qing is doing? Did you leave safely? And how did I get out of the bottom of the blood pool?)
A series of questions flashed through his mind, and when he saw that he was distracted with warmth, he didn't say anything more and walked out.
chenqing（guidi）Master, I'm fine, I've come out, and now I'm cultivating in my master's body. There is a secret realm of the demons. If Chen Qing leaves, the secret realm will collapse, and the master will also be teleported back. It's just that the master's injury is very serious, and it's Chen Qing's fault.
Anyone would be startled when another person's voice suddenly appeared in their head, and Wei Ying was no exception.
weiying（weiwuxian）Chen Qing, you are going to scare your master to death. But why are you in my body?
chenqing（guidi）Because of the master's hard work, Chen Qing signed a soul contract with the master. As long as the master's soul still exists in the world, Chen Qing will always follow.
Wei Ying sighed, not knowing if he was doing the right thing.
weiying（weiwuxian）Chen Qing, take good care of yourself, I want to adjust my breath.
chenqing（guidi）Good master.
Wei Ying sat cross-legged on the bed and entered a state of cultivation. The blood lost in his heart can only be replenished little by little, so he can't be in a hurry.
