Chapter 1312: Changing My Mind

Xiao Ran stared at the bare wall, her mind gradually going blank.

This "door" that she had been knocking on relentlessly... turned out to be nothing more than a useless decoration?

Then why had those women been staring at it so intently?

In other words, Qing Long wasn't in this room at all—he had already left?

Countless questions swirled in Xiao Ran's mind, but at that moment, no one was there to answer them.

She was trapped deep in the room, immobilized by her massive amount of flesh and bones, yet she had no time to think about her own predicament—her thoughts were solely focused on tracking down Qing Long.

After just a few seconds of contemplation, a vague sense of loss began to spread through her heart, feeling like she had been abandoned or that her unrequited affection had failed.

In the end, what had driven her to become like this?

Wasn't it all for Qing Long?

Because of his single word, she had transformed into something monstrous. And because of another word from him, she had crossed through some strange space to see him.

But this reunion felt like something out of a TV drama, always blocked by endless obstacles.

Xiao Ran's sense of loss reached its peak at that moment, but she realized she had no way out.

If she couldn't rely on Qing Long now, her fate would be death.

With no options left, her despair slowly turned into a persistent obsession that she couldn't shake off.

All she wanted was to see him once... how could it be this difficult?

Once Qing Long saw her, he would know the immense effort she had made to help him.

Then, she would gain his complete trust and become the second-in-command in the "Zhongyan Zhidi."

Xiao Ran kept murmuring Qing Long's name, and her "Ju Hua" hand began pressing down harder on the "Luo Yi" in the room.

The "Luo Yi" had no idea what was in front of them; they only sensed that the "eyeball" was nearby but were blocked by some strange, immense force.

"Qing Long... don't worry..." Xiao Ran said with a wry smile,"I'll think of a way...Wait for me...I'll come help you...You'll need me."

Despite her words, Xiao Ran could no longer move as quickly as before; she was stuck, sinking deeper into her own flesh and bones.

Two "Luo Yi" relied on their tough bodies to charge through and slip between her fingers. They stopped at the door and reached out to touch the vague barrier.

It was warm and pulsating, like massive flesh and blood. At that moment, the two sensed each other's presence and began tapping signals on one another to communicate the situation.

They felt this eerie thing might be a rare "Tian Ji," so it couldn't be taken down alone—they needed to mobilize more "Luo Yi."

...

Qing Long, Qiao Jia Jin, and Zhang Shan stood in the center of the foremost room in the "Che Tou."

Vast amounts of blood had nearly covered the once-pure white room, staining the walls and floor red.

Even the apple tree in the middle of the room had blood dripping from every leaf, with the room eerily quiet, broken only by the steady drip of blood hitting the ground.

This enormous blood loss could have killed dozens of people, yet the three of them appeared completely unharmed.

They were just pale-faced and slightly exhausted.

Zhang Shan glanced at Qiao Jia Jin and thought that his habit of stripping off his clothes before a fight was indeed clever—now Zhang Shan's own tattered clothes were soaked in blood, making them sticky and heavy, which hindered his movements.

But starting to undress in the middle of a fight felt a bit awkward.

Qing Long's situation felt even stranger; under normal circumstances, fighting these two shouldn't have caused such severe harm, but strange memories kept flashing in his mind, and at times, his thoughts became hazy. It was as if two illusory swords were piercing his mind from different directions.

And right in front of him stood two real swords.

The illusory swords attacked his spirit, while the real ones eroded his body.

Deadly traps seemed to surround him from all four sides, and any misstep could lead to eternal doom.

Zhang Shan shook the blood off his skin: "No wonder you're never afraid of death—turns out you're 'Tianxing Jian' too."

"So what's the situation now..." Qing Long snorted lightly, "Are we three undying ones going to fight here until the universe ends?"

"Not necessarily that long, little green guy." Qiao Jia Jin shook his head, "If you're really tired, you can just give up—I'm okay with it."

"Damn." Zhang Shan laughed, "I also think it won't last that long. If we keep going, our blood will fill the room, and then it'll just be about who can hold their breath longer."

"Makes some sense." Qiao Jia Jin nodded, "In the end, it'll come down to who drowns first. Little green guy, how's your swimming?"

"Passable." Qing Long replied, "But I don't think we'll drag it out that far. After all, I haven't used any 'Xianfa' yet—I've just been fighting to test my own skills."

"What a coincidence." Qiao Jia Jin nodded, "The swindler taught me a two-word mantra I haven't used yet, and it's perfect for countering you."

Qing Long's expression darkened, and he turned his head toward the "door."

He could still hear rustling sounds outside the "door" earlier, but after a brief tap, all noise from outside vanished, and even his "Ling Wen" couldn't detect anything.

He just hoped no foolhardy thing would dare touch that "door," or things would get complicated.

So who was the one who tapped on the door just now?

That short tap made his mind go foggy in an instant, as if even his basic "Xianfa" became strained.

"It seems some persistent ghost has latched onto me..." Qing Long said coldly to the two, "I'll ask you one last time—are you really not going to kill Tian Long while you can?"

As soon as he spoke, the ceiling began to slowly turn gray-black, clearly forming some ominous clouds.

"Even if it's 'Tianxing Jian,' it might not withstand my next attack." Qing Long said expressionlessly, slowly raising his hand, "Now, as long as you choose to kill Tian Long, we'll let bygones be bygones."

Zhang Shan and Qiao Jia Jin both looked up at the ceiling, now thick with storm clouds and flashing lightning.

Could something like this really be resisted by flesh and blood?

And if they dodged, where could they go?

"Tattoo guy... what's your take?" Zhang Shan asked, gazing at the thunder above.

"Big guy, if one of us gets hit, the other will suffer fatal damage too." Qiao Jia Jin whispered, "So if anyone gets hurt, your 'Tianxing Jian' might indirectly fail."

"I see, so what do you mean?"

"Big guy, let's go kill Tian Long together."

"Huh?"

"What else can we do?" Qiao Jia Jin said seriously, "Are we just going to stand here and let that lightning strike? I can't take it—come on, let's go kill Tian Long."