The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

Countless ghosts are wandering aimlessly, their eyes are empty.

His expression was numb, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

"This...what the hell is going on?"

Shen Meng was horrified. How many people were trapped in this Nine Netherworld Illusionary Formation?

An old man with gray hair and wearing a tattered Taoist robe floated in front of Shen Meng, his cloudy eyes sparkling with brilliance.

He stroked his long white beard and said in a hoarse voice:

"My friend, you look unfamiliar, are you new here?"

Shen Meng nodded and quickly returned the greeting:

"Junior Shen Meng greets the Taoist priest."

The Taoist priest nodded slightly, as if seeing Shen Meng's confusion, he continued,

"You've just arrived, little friend, but you'll get used to it quickly."

Shen Meng nodded, but her heart was filled with doubts. "Excuse me, Master, how long have you been trapped here?"

"I have been trapped here for five thousand years."

The Taoist priest spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Five thousand?!"

Shen Meng was shocked. What does five thousand years mean? This is even older than the civilization she knew.

She looked around and found that although these ghosts had different shapes,

But they all looked unusually dull, like puppets that had lost their souls.

"Master," Shen Meng couldn't help but ask,

"Why do I feel that the ghosts here are not pure, and they are different from those seen outside?"

When the Taoist heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes. He seemed to be surprised by Shen Meng's choice of words, but he also understood:

"My friend, you're right. We are not complete souls."

"Not a complete soul?" Shen Meng was even more confused. "What does this mean?"

The Taoist sighed and explained:

"Ghosts have three souls and seven spirits, and our one soul and one spirit have been devoured by the Nine Netherworld Illusion Formation.

To maintain the existence of this illusion, as long as our main soul is still there,

That soul and spirit will not dissipate, and we, too, will not be scattered."

The Taoist priest twisted his gray beard and spoke a few words to the ghost who was able to talk.

His tone was full of vicissitudes: "This Nine Netherworld Psychedelic Formation is said to have existed since ancient times. It was created by the Nuwa clan to continue their bloodline.

In those days, the Nuwa people passed through southern Xinjiang and saw that the spiritual energy was abundant here, so they stopped to recuperate.

In order to leave strong tribesmen to reproduce, they set up this formation."

"Formation?" Shen Meng was puzzled. "What is the purpose of this formation?"

“This Nine Netherworlds Illusionary Formation can confuse the mind and make people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.

The Nuwa people used this formation to trap foreign men in it.

Let them marry the women of the tribe to continue the bloodline."

Shen Meng suddenly realized, no wonder it was the empress who was in power in the illusion.

The Taoist priest paused, a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes.

"But the good times didn't last long, the demons invaded the southern border,

In order to protect themselves, the Nuwa people had to abandon this place.

And those who were trapped in the formation, without the guidance of the Nuwa people,

In the end, they will be trapped and die in the formation, becoming the nourishment of the Nine Netherworld Psychedelic Formation, and will never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

After listening to the Taoist priest's story, Shen Meng felt mixed emotions and was full of sympathy for the plight of these trapped souls.

At this time, Shen Meng found that he could not get out of this area no matter what.

An invisible barrier trapped her here firmly, as if mocking her overestimation of her own abilities.

"How could this be?"

Shen Meng was extremely anxious. She remembered the instant noodle jade token that Gui Shisan gave her.

I quickly took it out and shook it continuously, hoping to contact him.

"Ghost Thirteen, Ghost Thirteen! Ghost..."

However, no matter how Shen Meng shouted, the jade token did not respond, like a cold stone.

At this moment, a tall, strong, half-naked male soul walked towards her.

When the ghosts nearby saw this male soul, they all retreated, as if they were a little afraid of this male soul.

The male soul had wild, messy hair and his bronze skin was covered with scars, as if he had experienced countless battles.

His eyes were deep, revealing a sense of vicissitudes and majesty. It was obvious that he had been here for a long time.

"You, are a little different..."

The male soul said in a low voice, staring at Shen Meng with burning eyes.

Shen Meng felt uneasy and confused when he looked at her:

"It's different? What's different?"

The male soul also seemed to find it difficult to explain. After pondering for a moment, he pointed at Shen Meng and said:

"You are like a sun..."

Shen Meng looked down following his gaze, but she didn't see any light on her body.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm sorry for being so abrupt. My name is Luo Tian. May I ask what your name is, young lady?"

Shen Meng didn't pay much attention to Luo Tian's words and replied casually: "Just call me Shen Meng."

After a brief chat, Shen Meng learned that the man's name was Luo Tian, ​​and he was one of the oldest "residents" in the Nine Netherworld Psychedelic Array.

He has been trapped here for 70,000 years, relying on the remaining memories of ancient times.

He cultivated a powerful soul technique and was able to barely survive in this formation for ten thousand years.

The reason why the ghosts around were afraid of Luo Tian was probably because he had one thousandth of the blood of the Fuxi clan in him.

"Oh my god, Fuxi, that's a creature like the original race. This Nine Netherworld Psychedelic Formation is truly an ancient formation.

If they can even trap him, what can I, a weak soul, do?

Upon hearing this, Shen Meng felt secretly sad and had a new understanding of the male soul in front of her.

Luo Tian noticed Shen Meng when she entered this space full of corpses and souls.

Unlike other lifeless ghosts that are like the walking dead,

Shen Meng exudes a warm and bright aura, and the surroundings are like warm sunshine.

It was like a bright light in the dark night, making him feel extremely dazzling.

Shen Meng thought that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, thinking that Luo Tian had the blood of Fuxi:

"Brother Luo Tian, ​​do you know anything about this formation?"

"Yes, but..." Luo Tian looked at Shen Meng, "Maybe you can!"

Luo Tian did not answer directly, but raised his head and pointed to the top of the cave.

Only then did Shen Meng notice that there was a dark red stone embedded in the dark dome.

It emits a faint light, but it is like a heart.

It was beating faintly, connected with the aura of the entire cave.

"That's Nuwa Stone."

Luo Tian said slowly, "It is also the core of the Nine Netherworld Psychedelic Array."

Shen Meng's heart moved. Could it be that the key to breaking the formation lies on this stone?

As if seeing through her thoughts, Luo Tian continued:

“All the souls here are sealed in the Nuwa Stone to maintain the operation of the formation.

If you want to break the formation, you must take down the Nuwa Stone."

"Then why didn't you take it down earlier?" Shen Meng was puzzled.

"There is a restriction here, ghosts cannot float there." A trace of bitterness flashed in Luo Tian's eyes:

"A thousand years ago, I summoned the ghosts in the cave to work together to remove the Nuwa Stone. But..."

He paused, as if recalling some painful past.

“Not a ghost can touch that stone.

Anyone who comes close will be attacked by the Nuwa Stone and their soul will be shattered."

Shen Meng took a breath of cold air. It turned out that this seemingly calm stone was so dangerous!

No wonder these ghosts would rather be trapped here forever than act rashly.