Chapter 25: Living in 9 Single Rooms

Fang Nian and Qingqing exchanged a glance.

Both sides saw the answer in each other's eyes.

How else could I kill him?

Of course, it should be treated the same as a physical body.

Fang Nian simply took her belt off her waist: "Want to try it on?"

With the belt around Martial Ancestor's neck, Fang Nian thought, "I never imagined that one day I would be able to kill a demon god with my own hands."

Fang Nian exerted all his strength, and his belt pierced directly between the neck of the Martial Ancestor.

Qingqing: "Hmm?"

Fang Nian braced his knee against Wu Zu's back from behind, and pulled his belt back with both hands: "What?"

Qingqing placed her finger under Wu Zu's nose, feeling his breath: "He's breathing."

Fang Nian's expression turned serious.

Is he still breathing?

This is still human... Oh right, he is a demon god, a member of the witch race.

Frowning, Fang Nian asked, "Then what should we do?"

Qingqing turned and walked off the stage: "Wait for me."

Soon, Qingqing came over carrying a huge box.

When placed on the ground, it looks like a giant sniper rifle box.

Fang Nian: "What is this? How could something like this be in my head?"

Qingqing opened the lid: "You'll have to ask yourself that. I only know it exists, but as for how it came to be, that could only be something you did. It couldn't have been something Zai Zai did, could it?"

Fang Nian, whose mind was in a state of no thought, had a clear mind. Looking at what was revealed after the box was opened, he thought, "Perhaps this is all my murderous intent."

"My murderous intent has actually solidified."

The box contained all sorts of weapons.

Swords, spears, halberds, saws, chisels, tongs, and shovels.

Most of them gleamed with a cold light, making them look extraordinary.

Qingqing nodded: "You are filled with killing intent, which even amazed this demon god. Therefore, this may be the killing intent itself materialized from the world of the brain."

If it exists, then it must be usable.

Qingqing took out a hammer and chisel and put them aside, then handed the axe to Fang Nian: "Here you go."

Fang Nian took the axe, swung it in a wide arc, and aimed it at Wu Zu's neck.

How resilient was the soul of the Martial Ancestor? This axe blow only penetrated three-tenths of an inch into his skin.

Qingqing picked up the hammer: "I knew it."

As he spoke, he struck the back of the axe with the hammer.

The axe blade went in another point.

Fang Nian pulled out his axe and swung it again, with Qingqing following up with a hammer blow.

When husband and wife are of one mind, their strength can be as great as a beheading.

On this arena, time continued to flow, and it took the two of them a full three years to cut off a head.

However, Qingqing placed her hand under Wu Zu's nose and finally said in a deep voice, "He can still breathe."

Without a word, Fang Nian chopped an axe into the Martial Ancestor's shoulder: "Continue."

Qingqing: "What's the use? Even if you chop him into mincemeat, he'll still live, and that might take endless years to achieve."

Fang Nian: "We separated his limbs, torso, head, wings, and tail, and then put them back together separately."

Qingqing: "What do you mean?"

Fang Nian: "There are already many rooms in the brain maze, so a few more won't make a difference. Let each of them have a single room."

"That should seal his torso in place."

"This demon god was sealed underground by so many people and still managed to come out alive. Now we can only separate him and seal him again, hoping that he won't wake up."

Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "That's not bad, and this demon god's body might be useful in the future."

Next, the two spent a full thirty years before they managed to divide Martial Ancestor's soul into nine parts.

Qingqing dragged Wu Zu's tail into the depths of the brain maze, but eventually fell silent.

Fang Nian carried Wu Zu's head into the room and quickly found Qingqing, who was unconscious on the road.

Fang Nian put the head and tail into two separate rooms, then locked the doors. When she left, she carried Qingqing out with her.

Returning from the outer reaches of the labyrinth of memories to the central "living room," Qingqing slowly awoke: "How did I fall asleep?"

Fang Nian: "I remember that this demon god came in from the outer perimeter of the maze, so the outer perimeter should be connected to the outside world."

"But for you, the outer edge of this maze is actually the depth, because you only exist near the living room. When you stand on the center stage, you directly replace my will projected onto reality."

"Therefore, you can't get out of the maze directly."

Qingqing thought this made sense and nodded: "Then you'll have to go and seal those torsos."

Fang Nian quickly placed the nine parts into the nine directions on the outer perimeter of the maze.

The torso, limbs, head, wings, and tail are all separate.

After finishing everything, Fang Nian returned to the center: "If a part of his body awakens, he probably won't be able to move much on his own."

The mind is awake, but without limbs, one can do nothing.

The limbs are awake, but the brain is not; they can only move randomly.

However, trails of blood were left on the maze floor, covering the entire surface.

The closer to the center, the thicker the blood; the closer to the outer edge, the fainter the mark.

Once you reach the outermost sealed area, it disappears from sight.

In the middle of the living room, there was blood that had been flowing from the corpse for the past thirty years since the dismemberment.

This blood, actually soul fluid, covered the entire central living room.

Fortunately, these soul liquids did not possess any will, nor did they cause any harm to the opponent's spirit.

On the contrary, Fang Nian felt that these soul liquids were like tonics to him; stepping on the soul liquids, his spirit was constantly recovering.

However, I absorb it very slowly.

Having finished everything, Fang Nian said, "Maybe it's time to go out."

Fang Nian himself lost count of how much time had passed within this mental space.

At first, it was possible to count: thirty-three hours for a day, thirty-three hours for a night, and sixty-six hours for a cycle of yin and yang.

Later, when the Martial Ancestor began to perform magic tricks, he became somewhat unable to distinguish between day and night.

By the time the body was dismembered, time had almost lost its meaning; one could only vaguely count that another thirty years had passed.

It's time to come back.

Qingqing opened the door and took the baby out.

Fang Nian took her daughter from her arms: "Let's go."

……

In reality, Fang Nian opened her eyes.

He looked up at the sky, then turned to look at the corpse on the ground.

The corpses were still fresh.

The baby was released and returned to a semi-conscious state.

In a half-conscious state, he finally thought, "How did I get here?"

The next moment, Fang Nian slapped his forehead and remembered.

Baihua, that crazy woman, wants to kill me, and Qi Fang will help me, so I took the initiative to come to Qi Fang.

Then Qi Fang actually made a move, but he couldn't beat himself and died.

In a daze, Fang Nian remembered what she had done with a guy who cosplayed as a dragon and learned a lot of things, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the present.

After confirming the situation, Fang Nian turned to look at the mountain behind her.

The platform of the Witch Demon Temple is located at the foot of Witch Demon Mountain, and directly below White Waterfall Gorge.

Following the White Waterfall Stream, you can vaguely see a bit of your own house.

Fang Nian thought for a moment and decided that she should go back now.

"Baihua will definitely come looking for me. I'll go up first to avoid her. Besides, from up here, I can see this place and observe whether Baihua is coming."

Having confirmed this, Fang Nian quickly turned and headed towards the path leading up the mountain.

Walking on the mountain path, Fang Nian looked in the direction of her home and found someone standing in front of her house.

A young man who didn't seem dangerous and was very friendly.

The man was squatting on the edge of the cliff, holding his head in his hands, looking very painful.

Fang Nian continued climbing the mountain, puzzled.

Soon, Fang Nian arrived at the mountainside.

It was already very late at night, and almost everyone was hiding in their own houses, while some people were secretly watching.

But at this time, Fang Nian had already mastered all of the Martial Ancestor's martial arts, and his perception was terrifyingly clear when he was being spied on.

Without realizing it, his gaze swept over the eyes that were secretly watching.

Everyone who was being looked at was surprised.