Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Even when he thought about it later, Zhou Yiqiao could not forget the fear and shock that the sharp claw, which was only an inch away from him, brought to him.

Zhou Yiqiao closed his eyes and waited for death resignedly.

However, the expected severe pain did not come.

He suddenly opened his eyes and discovered that his originally ferocious and sharp claws were being firmly grasped by an equally ferocious ghost hand.

The owner of the ghost hand was a hideous ghost wearing tattered armor. The ghost hand in his hand was like a dry branch, but it was full of power.

The crow screamed towards the sky, its eyes flashing with anger and hatred. It struggled to twist its body, trying to pull back its claws, but the other party held them tightly and it didn't move at all.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

The crow was angry. It flapped its wings wildly, stirring up countless dust and debris.

The debris hit Zhou Yiqiao, and he immediately felt a burning pain.

At this point, his spiritual power had long been exhausted, and even if he tried his best, it would be difficult to avoid it completely.

Soon, the debris stained his robes and began to burn. His skin was singed and gave off a pungent burnt smell.

The ghost seemed to become more manic because of Zhou Yiqiao's condition and let out a low roar.

The voice seemed to come from the underworld, carrying with it endless resentment and anger, but somehow, to Zhou Yiqiao's ears, it felt like an indescribable peace.

He was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly a lot of memories flooded into his head. Those memories drowned him like a tide, making him emotionally crazy, and tears even seeped from the corners of his eyes.

The figures of a boy and a girl gradually emerged in my mind.

He was a young man full of vigor and vitality, holding a wooden sword, standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the world below, his eyes shining with longing and expectation for the future.

Next to him stood a beautiful girl, her eyes full of tenderness. She stared at the boy quietly, as if he was everything in her world.

"Rou'er, I have passed the conscription of Yan State this time and can set off tomorrow. When I come back, I will marry you."

The young man was full of ambition and his eyes were shining with longing for the future.

"When I have accomplished great things and become famous, I will make you my wife, and you will live a life of wealth and glory."

Hearing this, a bright smile appeared on the girl's face. She slowly raised her slender hand, gently stroked the boy's resolute face, and spoke softly.

"Ayu, I'll wait for you to come back."

The girl's palms were cold, and touching the boy's skin seemed to melt his passion.

The scene changed, and the sky was filled with flames of war and smoke.

The young man was wearing armor and holding a long sword. He fought bravely on the battlefield, his robe stained with blood.

However, the incompetent generals exhausted the army, and the army the young man was in suffered defeat after defeat, and was eventually surrounded by the enemy.

The young man fought desperately to break out, but was hit by several arrows and fell in a pool of blood.

He looked at the distant sky, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

"Rou'er, I promised you... to be with you forever..."

The boy's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared in the wind.

His body was also buried in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and no one cared about it.

"what!"

Zhou Yiqiao held his head and howled, his eyes becoming more and more moist, and in his mind, those memories gradually turned into another picture.

The girl was wearing a red dress and a phoenix coronet and bridal robe. She stood in front of the door of the mansion, her eyes full of tears.

She looked into the distance, as if waiting for something.

However, until it got dark, the familiar figure did not appear.

"Ayu, why don't you come back?"

"You promised me that you would stay with me forever..."

"Ayu, I have promised my father that I will get married tomorrow."

"He is completely different from you, honest and dull, but he treats me very well. I...I think I will slowly fall in love with him."

The girl murmured to herself and was about to say something when an old voice sounded behind her.

"Rou'er, tomorrow is the day you and Mr. Zhao will get married, why don't you go and have some rest?"

The girl's body trembled and she slowly turned around. The tears on her face were gone.

"Yes, daughter, I will go to rest now."

She took heavy steps and walked deeper into the mansion.

As the girl left, the door of the mansion slowly closed, isolating the girl's figure in the dark night.

......

"This... is the ghost's memory?"

Zhou Yiqiao regained consciousness.

At this moment, the crow had disappeared, and the ghost stood in front of him with empty eyes, as if it had lost all emotions.

"Why... did you save me?"

Zhou Yiqiao spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weak.

The ghost didn't answer, but just stared at him quietly. There seemed to be a flash of emotion in those empty eyes.

"You...are that Ayu?"

Zhou Yiqiao caught the fleeting emotion and asked again.

This time, the ghost seemed to understand Zhou Yiqiao's question, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he still did not answer Zhou Yiqiao's question.

It opened its mouth and spit out a white bead, which floated in front of Zhou Yiqiao.

The white beads emitted a faint halo, vaguely translucent, and looked quite spiritual.

"What is this?"

Zhou Yiqiao pretended to reach out to take it, but the ghost raised his hand and snatched it back.

He raised his head in confusion, only to see the other party stretching out his ghost hand, pointing at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that had been floating beside him, as if signaling something to him.

"You want to use this treasure to exchange for the opportunity to enter the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

Zhou Yiqiao reacted instantly.

The ghost nodded, and his empty eyes stared at Zhou Yiqiao with desire.

"But my Ten Thousand Souls Banner is completely under my control. Even if you are very powerful, within three years of entering the banner, you will lose your memories and become a puppet that I can control completely."

Zhou Yiqiao looked at the ghost in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He understood that although this ghost was once a young man with great ambitions, he was now a dead spirit with only obsession left.

He saved himself, perhaps just because he saw himself using the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a magical tool that can control living souls, and wanted to use it to leave this place and look for a possibility of reincarnation.

The ghost nodded heavily. Although it couldn't speak, Zhou Yiqiao could feel its urgent desire.

"this......"

Seeing that the other party was so persistent, Zhou Yiqiao, who was always decisive, rarely felt hesitant.

Just when he didn't know what to do, the soul beast that had been sleeping in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner suddenly spoke and offered him a solution.