When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Just like some people, they may want to live in the last second, but something happens in the next second and they want to die.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was seriously thinking about his proposal for this game, but soon his deep voice rang out: "No bet."

Wei Ying: “…”

I don't bet you've been thinking about it for so long.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the young man asked, "Why don't you ask me why I don't gamble?"

Wei Ying imitated his tone, softened his voice, and said calmly, "Don't ask."

youth:"……"

In fact, Wei Ying didn’t think that he would agree from the beginning. After all, that guy was not stupid, and he couldn’t gain any benefit from it, so naturally he would not agree.

Wei Ying proposed this thing just to take a gamble based on what he had learned before, just to give it a try and see if a blind cat can catch a dead mouse.

Since there was no dead mouse, the matter was forgotten. Wei Ying's hand reached to his waist and he pulled out the flute.

Just as he was about to do what he had imagined in his mind, the young man spoke again: "Although I am not very interested in your so-called gambling, I am curious about how you came up with this idea?"

The young man believed that Wei Ying definitely did not want to play a life-and-death gamble with him for no reason. He guessed that Wei Ying must have some sure-fire trump card in his hand that could pry him aside.

Both sides were secretly accusing the other side of conspiracy.

In response to his question, Wei Ying just stroked the flute in his hand carefully: "Don't worry about this. Just know that whether you gamble or not, I will decide your life."

Hearing his words, the young man laughed out loud in a series of deafening laughter, full of sarcasm, laughing at Wei Ying's shamelessness and his arrogance: "Just you?"

Wei Ying met his gaze without any panic. He said, “Not bad.”

The young man thought he was dreaming about this powerful reply, and he didn't even bother to look up at him: "What can you use to deal with me? Just your body that doesn't even have a golden elixir?"

It's no wonder that he looks down on others. To him, even if the entire cultivation world joins together to attack him, he will not take it seriously at all.

They themselves are not beings of the same realm, and he should not appear here in the human world for others to see him.

Wei Ying did not say anything, nor did he give any orders to the people around him to attack. Wei Ying simply put the flute to his lips, and the next second, a sharp and violent melody leaked out.

It's really not that pleasant to the ear.

The music is so winding and lingering that it can sting one's eardrums.

Everyone around couldn't understand Wei Ying's actions at this time. After all, this was a bottomless ocean. What was he trying to summon by blowing the flute?

The music gradually changed from winding to melodious. At this moment, everyone noticed that small ripples suddenly appeared on the nearby sea. Soon, some emaciated skeletons with bare faces emerged from the water and pounced on the young man.

Someone yelled, “What is this?!”

"It looks like a water ghost."

The young man grabbed a skeleton close to him with one hand and glanced at it casually with a frown on his face. It looked like the thing in his hand made him feel sick.

The spiritual energy around the young man shook slightly, and the skeletons in his hands, including those nearby, were shaken into pieces.

The young man wiped his hands and said, "Is this your trick? It's painless, like an ant."

Wei Ying was also stunned for a moment by the sudden appearance of the water ghost to help him, but then he returned to normal: "Don't worry, the best is yet to come."

Wei Ying put down the flute he had played and waited quietly for something.

He was also well aware of Wei Ying's ability to control corpses by playing the flute. The young man kept an eye on the movements around him in the formation. Although he didn't think anything could hurt him, it was always better to take a look and be alert.

After a while, the surroundings were still quiet, and the tense atmosphere was barely noticeable. Sweat began to accumulate on Lan Zhan's forehead, some of which flowed down his temples and soaked into his collar.

Lan Zhan has been doing fine since the formation because this is just the beginning. His condition will become more and more painful as time goes by.

At this time, there was just some sweat on Lan Zhan's forehead. After a certain period of time, when his life was half burned out, he would feel the feeling of being burned by a raging fire. It was a bone-eating pain that radiated from the inside out.

Lan Zhan endured the gradually emerging discomfort. He could feel something belonging to him quietly slipping away from his body, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Wei Ying was also feeling really uncomfortable. After seeing Lan Zhan's expression of enduring something, although he appeared calm and didn't do or say anything, he was already anxious and confused in his heart.

Although the bet just now failed to go through, Wei Ying is still betting at this moment. He is betting on a possibility. If successful, then they will have a chance to change the situation.

After a while, there was still no movement and nothing happened.

The young man almost fell asleep while waiting, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone: "Where is your good show? I can accompany you to wait, it depends on whether your Taoist partner can hold on until then."

Wei Ying did not speak. His palms, back, and some invisible places were already soaked with sweat. He raised the flute to his lips again and gave his final orders as if he was going to be executed.

This time the tune changed from slow to fast, and the water surface around them moved slightly. Just like before, some half-naked skeletons gathered themselves together as if they were summoned, and tirelessly pounced towards the young man in the formation.

The young man knocked all the nearby objects onto the water. Even if they were broken into pieces, they were still able to put them back together by themselves.

These things have very weak attack power. I don’t know if they had been sleeping in that corner all along, and then after hearing Wei Ying’s flute calling them, they came out as if they were going to work.

But their attack power was not even enough to tickle a person, and in the end these skeletons were constantly broken up, then put together again, and then broken up again. Finally, the young man got tired of playing with them and simply shook them all into powder.

The powder is the ashes of these water ghosts. When the wind blows, they are all scattered into the sea.

Wei Ying's pupils trembled when watching this scene. This situation was equivalent to the water ghosts who helped him being crushed to ashes.

Wei Ying bowed deeply to them. He did not intend to summon them, but these water ghosts must have heard his urgent orders and requests. Even though they were not needed, they still came.