Huangquan Xunhun

It was already late at night and the Miao villagers had closed their doors early. Chi Huai's wooden house was located in the back mountain, so there was no possibility that any villagers would come knocking on the door at this time.

For a moment, everyone was on alert.

The knocks on the door continued until Yuanli and Xiaobai heard the spiritual voice of Tianshu Xingjun: "Open the door, what are you looking at? Are you not going to the underworld?"

Knowing that it was Tianshu outside the door, the two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief. Without consulting anyone else, Xiaobai walked straight to the door and quickly opened it despite several people's dissuasion.

Tianshu walked in with a smile, wearing a silver-white Taoist robe with a crimson maple leaf embroidered on it falling from the right shoulder to the hem of his skirt. A red hairband casually tied up his black silk hair, and a few strands of hair fell on his temples and cheeks, fluttering in the night wind. His posture was elegant, but there was a gourd with peach-pink tassels hanging around his waist.

The moment he stepped into the door, Tianshu's smile froze on his face. He recognized the "old friend" in the room at a glance. After a moment of restraint, Tianshu returned to the smile he had when he entered the door.

From the perspective of insight, he is already a mortal.

Looking at his calm expression, Tianshu couldn't figure out his intention for a moment.

Tianshu asked Yuanli tentatively, "Who is the man lying between you and Emperor Hengjin?"

"Chi Xun, have you forgotten? I also used the love-severing scissors you gave me to cut off his roots of love. However, the love-severing scissors from the Moon Fairy sounded powerful, but they didn't work. He still treats me the same as before."

"Impossible. The Moon Fairy's ability to sever affection is renowned for its effectiveness." Tianshu pondered for a moment, then hesitated, "But even the roots of a three-life relationship can be severed and regenerated... Impossible. Perhaps it's because of the destiny between you two, destined by heaven."

Just as he was wondering why the severing of feelings didn't work, Xiaobai respectfully introduced, "This is my uncle-master, Tianshu."

Qi Heng nodded, handed the paper to Tian Shu and asked, "Do you recognize all the words on it?"

"I recognize it." Tianshu muttered a few words, then squatted down and took a closer look at the formation drawn with glutinous rice flour on the ground. "Who taught you this method?"

"I never had a teacher, but I came across it by chance in a book. I found it novel and interesting, so I studied it diligently for several days."

Hearing this, Chi Huai's eyes widened. "I trusted you so much that I put my life in your hands. I never thought, Master Qi, that you learned all this from a book! It's unreliable."

Qi Heng was too lazy to explain and let him thrash around on the ground and complain until Tianshu came to his rescue and said, "Although he said he learned it from a book, this formation does exist, and he completed it correctly."

Qi Heng maintained his stern expression and said, "Instead of wasting time arguing, it's better to quickly enter the underworld. Since you can read and seem to understand this formation, you can read it."

Tianshu took it and responded. He had memorized the contents of the paper so well that even if a hundred years had passed, he could still recite it word for word.

In the tens of thousands of years since her death, everything about her has converged in his mind into a long river of longing, surfacing in his mind day after day and year after year.

When everyone was ready, Tianshu recited the Sanskrit mantra she had written, the red line lit up, and the talisman paper fluttered.

The glutinous rice flour was ignited, emitting white smoke. As the glutinous rice flour burned out, the silver mantra floated slightly on the ground, emitting a faint light.

The formation is successful.

Even though it was the first time Tianshu saw the formation after it was completed, he could guess the source of the silver light.

A chilling wind blew from behind, and a young man riding a white tiger emerged from the wall, heading straight for Yuanli and lying flat on his back outside the formation. Leaping off the tiger's back, Heqi crouched down, his fingers piercing the silver light without a scratch, instead wrapping around his own. "Love the house, love the dog."

"Daoist robe? What's going on? Yaoguang doesn't want to lie on the straw mat anymore. Xuandu, you can't be a servant anymore, so you want to be a demon catcher instead?"

Heqi looked at Xiaobai beside Tianshu and asked, "Which of my sister's rotten love interests is this? He seems to have a good appearance. But your methods are rather crude and boring, even worse than the mortal beside her."

"This is the spirit dragon she raised, it came down to the world to protect her."

Tianshu looked at him, bewildered. He had become a mortal, hidden by her side for over a decade, even keeping it a secret from Heqi, yet at this critical moment, he blew himself up before his eyes.

The three of them each chose a crucial position to guard. Tianshu secretly summoned Duanqing and hid him in his sleeve, infused him with divine power and observed him, while repeatedly reciting the names of Chi Xun and Chi Li in his mind.

In an instant, love emerged.

If there is no soul in the body, the color of the love root is dark red. The deeper the love, the brighter the light. However, Chi Xun's love root, which had been cut off, was reconnected at this time, and it was even thicker than before.

The light from the marriage thread tied between their ring fingers completely illuminated the entire dim room, as if it were daylight. The marriage thread that originally connected to Qi Heng was now vague and thin, as if it would break at any moment.

The moment the room was illuminated, his true identity became almost clear.

At this moment, in the underworld of Fengdu, in front of the Yellow Springs Road, the Ghost Gate behind him towered into the clouds, and thick fog covered the road under his feet, and no dust on the ground was visible.

Countless ghosts were led here by the underworld officials, and they followed the large army with confused eyes.

Some people are unwilling to give up, and after the soul-guiding ghost leaves, they want to blend into the crowd and return to the world of the living through the gates of hell.

But as he ran over with joy, he bumped into an invisible barrier head-on, his head breaking into a bloody mess. His head was smashed into pieces, and was thrown away by the ghosts who emerged from behind the door, and he stumbled forward again.

"Ari, don't look, let's go." Chi Xun said in a low voice without moving his lips.

After receiving the reminder, Yuanli quickly withdrew her gaze, stared blankly at the front, and merged into the group of ghosts.

After walking along this long, dim path for a long time, when everyone was about to lose their patience, a long expanse of red came into view from afar.

It seemed that some of the ghosts were attracted by the red color and unconsciously quickened their pace. The group just found the opportunity and sped up without attracting attention.

The foggy road ahead narrowed, and beneath their feet, the mist thickened, reaching up to their knees. They took each step with extreme caution, testing their feet for strength, their peripheral vision fixed on the fog beneath them. Slowly, patches of red appeared faintly beneath the mist.

"flower!"

Chi Yu blurted out in surprise, and all the souls stopped in place, with dull and hesitant eyes all locked on him.

Chi Huai, who was originally so happy and excited that his chest was heaving and smiling, gradually became panicked. He habitually slowed down his breathing and looked at the ghosts staring at him in fear.

"What are you looking at! Don't you want to be reincarnated? Hurry up and get on the road!"

The ghost officer in charge hurried them on, quickly floating over from behind to check, causing them to panic. Chi Que lowered his head, feeling guilty, trying to continue his disguise, but the ghosts stared at him intently, as if frozen in place.

In this way, Chi Que was still the most conspicuous among all the ghosts. The ghost officials in charge of the surroundings all sensed something was wrong and floated towards them.

"What should I do...what should I do...Don't worry about me, saving Chi Huai is the most important thing..." Chi Que remembered muttering to herself.

At this time, Yuanli had temporarily separated from her physical body. Although her spiritual consciousness had not yet passed through the Sea of ​​Life and completely escaped the restrictions of divine power, she could only use half of her power. However, it was enough to forcibly bring the souls of several people back to the human world.

However, once she did so, she disrupted the order of the underworld...

At this critical moment, a silver-glowing Psylocke suddenly appeared from the darkness, standing out from the crowd. All the ghosts were drawn to it, their gazes following the Psylocke.

The ghost messenger who came over stopped instantly after discovering the spirit butterfly and did not dare to move forward.

The spirit butterfly flew towards Yuanli and finally landed on her hair. It flapped its wings and shook off many shining silver spots.

Yuanli felt the Pluto A-Cha, and the heart that had been in her throat instantly fell to the ground.

All the ghosts returned to their places in an instant, and those restless souls seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened and continued to move forward.

Among the group, except for Chi Yu who was staring at the Psylocke on her hair in shock with thousands of questions in his eyes, the other two seemed to be accustomed to the strange Psylocke and didn't care at all.

Continuing forward, the red ball hidden in the fog revealed its true form, revealing a whole red spider lily. As the road extended forward, the fog gradually receded, covering the insteps of the feet. The entire long road with no end in sight was covered with red spider lilies.

And this exactly fits Chi Huai's description, a strange red flower that has never been seen before.

Several people slowed down their pace, carefully searching for Chi Huai's soul with their peripheral vision. Finally, not far away, Chi Huai was found among the souls of Chi Huai, who was unwilling to move forward and wandering on the roadside.

With the previous lesson in mind, Chi Huai did not immediately make a sound. Instead, he deliberately slowed down his pace and approached them before quietly reminding them, "Chi Huai is there."

Chi Huai, who had been standing there in a daze, also noticed Chi Que and his group. He quickly floated over to Chi Que and said tearfully, "Brother, you... really came, but... the Young Village Master and the Young Lord... how could they be so unlucky?"

Chi Huai looked at Chi Xun and her, eyes filled with regret and envy as he stammered, "Young Master... and Young Village Master, they loved... each other. Although, they were unfortunate and died young, they will always be together in the underworld. It's so good... much better than me and her."

Everyone guessed that the woman Chi Huai was talking about was Ling Luo, but they were reluctant to reveal the truth.

Qi Heng gently touched Chi Huai's back, and he understood and said, "Chi Huai, are you willing to follow me? No matter where we go."

Chi Que suppressed most of her sadness, pulled Chi Huai up and said soothingly, "Didn't we... in our dreams... agree to walk together on the road to the underworld?"

As the two of them were sharing their heartfelt condolences, the spirit butterfly that had been perched above her head, belonging to Cha Suxun, suddenly took off again. After circling her twice, it finally landed on her earlobe and called out, "A-Li."

"Ari, I have always answered your requests. I have given you everything I deserve and everything I shouldn't. You are just a lost mortal soul. If you call me, I will always send you here. But you shouldn't be here alive. Do you think you can come and go freely in the thirteen stations of the underworld like you can in my bedroom?"

Although Cha Suxun was blaming and reasoning, his usually gentle tone changed the meaning and sounded more like concern and worry.