manynovel Chapter 3289 Lesser Fullness (Death Row)
Chapter 3289 Lesser Fullness (Death Row)
"This is a priceless treasure of our ghost realm."
"Just one drop can wash away all of a person's memories."
"Whether it's love that's etched into your bones or hatred that's seeped into your marrow, it will all vanish in an instant."
"At that time, Hu Xiaoman will become like before, having lost all her memories!"
The man in black robes handed the bottle to Zhou Wenlun, his voice full of temptation.
"After it's done, give her this to drink."
"She will forget Hu Qingye, forget Yang Susu, forget Jun Yichen, and also forget all the harm you have done to her."
"She will become a blank sheet of paper."
"When the time comes, you will be the first person she sees when she opens her eyes."
“You can tell her that you are her husband, her only support in this world.”
“You can reshape her memory and weave a perfect past for her.”
"That way, you will have a Hu Xiaoman who is completely yours alone."
"A wife who only has eyes for you..."
boom--!
These words completely shattered the last shred of decency in Zhou Wenlun's heart.
A blank sheet of paper.
It belongs to him alone.
He is all I see and think about.
Isn't this exactly what he's been dreaming of?
Isn't this the ultimate goal that drove him to madness and depravity?
Whether the methods were despicable or the process was cruel, at this moment, none of that matters.
As long as the result is what he wants, what does it matter if there is a great flood or if there is widespread suffering?
Zhou Wenlun took the small bottle with trembling hands.
The icy touch made him feel as if he were holding the whole world in his hands.
He raised his head, and his once gentle and warm eyes had now turned as black as ink, with no trace of white showing.
That is a sign of completely falling into the evil path.
"it is good."
His voice was hoarse, and a cruel yet satisfied smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"I promise you."
"We joined forces and killed those two people."
As soon as Zhou Wenlun uttered the word "good," the atmosphere in the entire secret room instantly changed.
The human and the ghost, who were initially testing and wary of each other, reached some kind of evil pact at this moment.
The man in black robes let out a triumphant laugh.
"Hehehe... A wise man submits to circumstances."
"Zhou Wenlun, you will be glad you made this choice today."
Zhou Wenlun: "Now can you tell me who you are?"
"The Blue Ghost God that Xiao Ma and the others were talking about, is that you?"
The Ghost Lord burst into laughter once again!
"Not bad!"
"The Azure Ghost God is the true self, and the true self is the supreme being of the Ghost Realm!"
"If it weren't for Yang Susu and Jun Yichen, if it weren't for the Eastern Zhou Demon Realm, how could I have become a wisp of a soul?"
The Ghost Lord's face was contorted with rage: "Therefore, I wish more than anyone else for Yang Susu, Jun Yichen, and Hu Xiaoman to die!"
As he spoke, the Ghost Lord transformed into a cloud of black mist and lunged at Zhou Wenlun.
Zhou Wenlun did not dodge, allowing the black mist to enter his body.
boom!
A vast and chilling ghostly aura erupted within his meridians.
This power did not conflict with the Heavenly Dao power within him; instead, it strangely merged with it.
Gold and black intertwine, the sacred and the evil coexist.
Zhou Wenlun's aura began to rise steadily.
The injuries that were originally caused by the backlash from the spacetime labyrinth healed rapidly under the nourishment of this power.
His cultivation level is even stronger than it was at its peak!
But the price of this power was that his mind was completely corrupted by darkness.
Everything that had happened to the Ghost Lord also appeared in his mind.
He learned about the battle between Ghost Lord, Yang Susu, Jun Yichen, and the powerful figures from the Eastern Zhou Demon Realm.
That battle was breathtaking!
Hu Xiaoman and Hu Qingye's physical bodies were also crushed in that battle, and their remaining two wisps of soul were sent into his Extreme Realm by Yang Susu.
After a while.
Zhou Wenlun opened his eyes again.
His left eye was a deathly gray-white, while his right eye was an unfathomable black.
He looked at his hands, feeling the surging power within him, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"This feeling... is just wonderful."
He turned around and looked towards the exit of the secret room.
His gaze seemed to pierce through the thick layer of earth, revealing the crimson palace and the woman in red sitting by the bed, waiting for something.
"Xiaoman, wait for me."
"Three days from now, I will give you a wedding that you will never forget."
at the same time.
Inside the crimson palace.
Hu Xiaoman, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly felt a strange chill rise up her spine.
She suddenly opened her eyes and looked out the window.
There, the sky, which was originally blood red, had somehow become tinged with a faint black.
"The world has changed..."
She murmured softly, her eyes becoming more serious than ever before.
Deep within the Earth's core in the Extreme Plate Realm, space presents a morbidly distorted form.
A death cell, formed by the intertwining of millennia-old ice and underground malevolent energy, floats above the churning dark red lava.
There is no light here, only the forbidden runes engraved on the cold rock walls, emitting a ghostly green phosphorescence that illuminates this desolate place.
Chen Heng, Xie Ze, Chu Zhaole, and the others were nailed to the stone wall at the deepest part of the prison cell in a "T" shape.
This is the most insidious torture device in the Extreme Disc Realm—the "Soul-Devouring Nail".
Nine jet-black nails, each about a foot long, pierced through their collarbones, acupoints in their consciousness, and dantian.
The surface of the long nails was covered with fine serrations, each of which was connected to the huge rotating array behind them.
As the array slowly and heavily rotated, the long nails rubbed against each other between their bones, producing a teeth-grinding crunching sound.
Chen Heng's body was already badly broken.
The dark golden lightning surged into his body through the Soul-Devouring Nail, burning every inch of his meridians day and night.
His soul was forcibly pulled out of his sea of consciousness, turning into wisps of pale golden smoke that flowed along the long nails to the core of the formation, becoming nourishment to maintain the operation of this death cell.
His breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible; only the occasional rise and fall of his chest proved that this senior disciple of the Kunlun Sect was still alive.
Beside Chen Heng, Xie Ze, the once extremely flamboyant and spotless second senior brother, was now reduced to nothing but tattered strips of cloth.
His face, which drove many female cultivators mad, was covered with charred lightning patterns. His eyes were tightly closed, and his mind had long since sunk into endless darkness.
Third Senior Brother Chu Zhaole was born with sword bones, but at this moment, his proud bones had turned a strange grayish-white color after being repeatedly tempered by thunder and fire.
His sword intent was locked inside his body by the Soul Devouring Nail, unable to be released. It could only rampage through his internal organs, crushing his internal organs to pieces.
Zhang Wan, the squinty-eyed man, the round-faced man, and the others who had been captured had long since succumbed to such torture, their cultivation dissipated, and their souls scattered!