久久综合网欧美色妞网

He hadn’t entered the ’dreamland’, and it wasn’t a hallucination, either.

Just as he was reading the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯, his body started to feel firsthand the pain the senior monk felt during his ascetic journey.

Traveling barefooted through a land full of snow and ice while wearing thin clothes, both cold and hungry... the ability to resist cold that cultivators were so proud of didn’t have any effect at this time.

The pain the senior monk felt during his ascetic journey was directly transferred onto Song Shuhang’s body, completely ignoring all his magical defenses and protective items.

Song Shuhang’s face froze and turned blue while his lips became purple. At the same time, he felt as though the soles of his feet were going to crack as a result of the cold.

"Shuhang?" Senior Sister Ye saw Song Shuhang’s abnormal state and immediately used the healing technique on his body.

Unfortunately, the healing technique didn’t have any effect since Song Shuhang’s body hadn’t been injured in the first place.

As expected, there was something fishy about the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯ and something strange happened as soon as Shuhang started reading it aloud.

Song Shuhang immediately stopped reading the diary. If he couldn’t deal with the problem, he could just run away from it! He just had to stop reading the diary!

However... something strange happened at this time.

As soon as Song Shuhang stopped reading the diary, another voice reverberated in the void and kept reading the content of the diary aloud.

The voice was identical to that of Song Shuhang’s.

Song Shuhang quickly used one hand to block his mouth... F*ck, just what is happening? My mouth isn’t even moving!

Where is this voice coming from then? From my nostrils? Or from my butt?

Senior Sister Ye pondered for a moment and said, "The ’Automatic Reciting Skill’, one of the reciting incantations amidst ancient witchcraft... Shuhang, I don’t think you mastered this profound skill, right?"

Song Shuhang shook his head.

Anyway, ’Automatic Reciting Skill’...? In other words, if I start reading aloud the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯, the whole diary would be automatically read aloud until the end with this skill?

Song Shuhang felt very sad at this moment.

He had been scammed pretty hard this time. After all, wasn’t it the same as forcing him to endure all the pains that senior monk in the book went through?

Senior Sister Ye furrowed her brows and said, "From the looks of it, the Automatic Reciting Skill was secretly concealed within the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯. Shuhang, I’m afraid that your true qi unwittingly activated the reciting incantation while you were reading the diary aloud. How do you feel now? Is there something wrong with your body?"

Actually, there was something that Senior Sister Ye forgot to mention earlier. The Automatic Reciting Skill was a skill similar to magical techniques. Now that Song Shuhang had experienced it firsthand, he could perhaps try to learn a magical technique similar to this skill if his luck was good enough. However, such skills weren’t of much use to cultivators. After all, cultivators were different than ancient witches, and there weren’t many magical techniques that had super long incantations.

Song Shuhang forced a smile and said, "I felt very cold. Then, it felt as though I was traversing barefooted a land full of ice and snow just like the senior monk in the diary."

"It’s really troublesome." Senior Sister Ye started to get worried. She remembered that the ascetic journey of that senior monk described within the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯ ended with his death.

After thinking up to his point, Senior Sister Ye used her sword as a pen and started to quickly draw something on the ground. She had to immediately stop the Automatic Reciting Skill reverberating in the room. Otherwise, Song Shuhang’s life might be in danger.

After seeing Senior Sister Ye anxious face, Song Shuhang sighed. He had also thought about the end of the journey of the senior monk, which ended with his death.

Was it possible that he was also going to die?

Just as he was in deep thoughts, the extreme cold he was feeling completely disappeared, replaced by a scorching heat. He felt as though he was walking in the middle of a desert. The extremely cold feeling transmitting from the soles of his feet had changed into a boiling hot one.

At this time, Shuhang felt like a small duck getting prepared according to the ’Roasted Duck Soles’ method, one of the ten forbidden Chinese dishes—the alive duck would be placed on a slightly heated iron plate. Afterward, seasoning would be added to the heated up plate. The alive duck would start walking back and forth on the plate due to the increasing heat and ultimately jump around. After the feet of the duck were thoroughly roasted, they would be cut off while the duck was still alive and served on the table. As for the rest of the duck, it would be used for other stuff.

The soles of Song Shuhang’s feet were very hot at this time and felt as though they were on fire. In a few minutes, would his feet also be cut off and served on someone’s plate? Disgusting!

"Has the scene switched to the desert now?"

Is it so fun to torment others?

The author of the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯ was surely a sadist.

Song Shuhang had yet to get used to the scorching heat transmitting from his soles when he felt another type of extreme pain, just as though he had started walking on sharp blades—it was the forest with sharp rocks within.

He was feeling heart-rending waves of pain one after another!

Dammit, from where did the ’ascetic monk’ get this hobby of walking barefooted? This practicing method where one had to walk barefooted is absolutely diabolic!

Song Shuhang clenched his teeth and recalled the content of the book. After the forest with sharp rocks was the poison, right?

Dammit, I suddenly feel very sad.

It’s coming, I can feel it.

This feeling of being poisoned was like a mixture between eating by mistake a poisonous substance and getting bitten by a poisonous insect.

It was very painful, and it was getting difficult to breathe. In addition, he felt as though he had a fever of 40 °C or above! He felt as if the air he was breathing in had sand mixed within, making his whole respiratory tract ache.

Song Shuhang screamed in pain.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry... it’s all my fault!" The nearby Senior Sister Ye had tried all sorts of methods to stop the Automatic Reciting Skill, but they had all turned out to be useless.

The Automatic Reciting Skill was a skill that ancient witches were proud of. The skill would guarantee that the incantation would continue even if the witch was forcefully interrupted. Therefore, it was very difficult to stop it within a short period of time.

When she saw Song Shuhang’s face turning blue and foam coming out of his mouth, Senior Sister Ye couldn’t help but start crying. "Sob, sob, sob~"

Song Shuhang opened his mouth and tried to comfort her, but not even his words of comfort came out.

After the poison, Song Shuhang experienced billowing waves, was buried alive by sandstorms, was struck by lightning, and went through other several types of tragedies.

Then... the final part eventually arrived.

In the last chapter... was death.

At this time, a deep gender-neutral voice echoed in Song Shuhang’s ears.

Heartless soul that indulged in sins... come, die once!

Song Shuhang finally understood what was going on. From the looks of it, his heart wasn’t compassionate enough when he read the diary aloud. Therefore, he activated some sort of trap hidden within.

You bastaaaaard!!!

The plot development of your diary feels like shiet! It’s so goddamn obvious that the author of the diary is enjoying the whole suffering of the senior monk from the way he writes. How can I even read this thing with a compassionate heart?!

It’s the same as forcing someone to do something they don’t want to and ask them to enjoy it!

In addition, Song Shuhang felt that he had discovered the trick to read the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯ with a compassionate heart when he was reading it aloud earlier.

If he was given another opportunity, he was sure that he would be able to read the diary with a compassionate heart. Too bad that he didn’t have one.

But right at this time, it didn’t matter whether Song Shuhang was depressed or angry.

Because the feeling of death was approaching...

He felt as though he had been locked into a small black room.

He felt as if his bones had been buried in the earth and had started to decompose.

In the end, he died...

Even his bones decomposed and merged with the earth.

He used his own life and treated it as the end of his ascetic journey.

Although his body perished, his soul managed to reach a completely new level!

Finally, everything before Song Shuhang’s eyes became black, and he lost control of his body.

Was this the feeling of death?