Chapter 27 After abandoning the rebellious villain 27 Seven days and seven nights.
As Fu Wei slowly walked out of the blood-colored vortex, Zhuge An and others hurried forward to catch Chu Xiangzhi, whose spiritual energy had been completely sucked away.
Fu Wei refused everyone's help. His face was as pale as paper, without any blood. His eyes, which used to be gentle and warm, were like dead water, without any ripples. He was like a wooden puppet that had lost its soul.
"Master, are you okay? You look so pale."
"True Lord, where is Feng Lingwu? Why didn't he come out with you?"
"Master, what's wrong with you..."
Chu Xiangzhi, who was standing nearby, stopped Zhuge An and the others with a look and whispered, "Don't ask anymore. This is all my fault."
After hearing this, Zhuge An didn't dare to ask any more questions. Everyone also guessed what the result would be, so they all lowered their heads, unable to hide their grief.
The air seemed to be silent, and fell into dead stillness.
"Brother, your body!" Chu Xiangzhi exclaimed.
Everyone looked over subconsciously.
Fu Wei was covered in blood, and intricate patterns were spinning around him madly. Ancient whispers reached his ears through the runes, almost shattering his eardrums.
Everyone had to retreat. The runes were like countless bloodworms, drilling into Fu Wei's skin and flesh.
Blood-red cracks appeared on the jade-white skin, just like the dry and cracked earth.
Zhuge An was incredulous and asked, "Is it a forbidden technique?"
The dignified True Lord Yao Ling, admired by all generations, never does anything out of line. Yet, his gentle and powerful senior brother actually resorted to a forbidden technique.
Chu Xiangzhi staggered to Fu Wei and reached out to try to grab Fu Wei's arm, but was bounced away by the protective barrier around Fu Wei.
Fu Wei rejected his touch.
Chu Xiangzhi said in a sad voice: "Brother, what did you do?"
Fu Wei did not answer, his fingers struggling to hold onto the Vermillion Bird Gate. The immense pain seemed to bend his back. His long, jet-black hair was turning into snow-white bit by bit, and the long hair was flying in the air. No one could see Fu Wei's expression clearly.
"You guys go out first, don't worry about me." Fu Wei said with difficulty.
Chu Xiangzhi: "Brother, you used the Golden Light Curse, and now your spiritual power is exhausted. If the Suzaku Sect fails to kill those resentful ghosts, or if the sealing formation collapses, you will surely die!"
But Fu Wei did not stop. He turned his back to the crowd and faced the Suzaku Gate in front of him.
Now the Suzaku Gate is completely sealed and the self-destruct device is activated, so even Fu Wei cannot enter.
Unless the resentment inside is cleared away.
"Master, it's too dangerous here. Please come with us."
"Yes, Master Zhen, you can't stay here. What if something happens to you?"
"Master, we know you are sad, but we must always look forward. Please come here soon."
Chu Xiangzhi stretched out his hand to Fu Wei pleadingly: "Brother, it's too dangerous here, can you please come over?"
As he spoke, the Vermillion Bird totem engraved on it slowly turned, and the Vermillion Bird's eyes turned into the black of the abyss.
The self-destruct mechanism has been fully activated.
Fu Wei still didn't answer, and waved to Chu Xiangzhi: "Let's go."
"True Lord!"
“Senior Brother!”
Fu Wei finally turned around.
But everyone was stunned.
In the blood-filled sky, the immortal in white robes, with snow-white eyelashes and eyebrows, had blood streaks all over his body and gorgeous patterns crawling up his face, like a strange totem.
No one knows what made Fu Wei become like this.
Everyone just stared blankly at the scene before them. It was so beautiful that it was breathtaking, yet so depressing that it was overwhelming.
"True Lord..."
“Senior Brother, you…”
Fu Wei remained silent, and waved his sleeves with all his might, throwing them out.
Fu Wei finally vomited a mouthful of blood because his body could not bear the excessive consumption of strength. He leaned against the wall in a very embarrassed manner and sat down on the ground bit by bit.
His snow-white robe was stained with ash and dirt. He leaned against the stone door, allowing the forbidden technique to erode him, like an ice sculpture.
Seven days and seven nights.
It took seven days and seven nights before the bloodstains on Fu Wei's body slowly faded away and he opened his eyes.
He struggled to stand up with the help of the wall, staring at the Suzaku totem. The totem had stopped working and the Suzaku's eyes had turned blood red again.
He slowly retreated with hope in his eyes, forming seals with his hands, and a golden magic circle headed towards the Suzaku Gate.
A golden vortex appeared.
Fu Wei looked at the vortex door in front of him nervously, as if he was waiting for someone.
However, things did not go as planned. With a loud bang, the entire sealed area began to collapse, rocks fell, the ground shook, and the Suzaku Gate in front of him exploded. The huge impact force threw Fu Wei out and hit him hard against the stone wall.
Amidst the flying dust, Fu Wei still saw clearly the situation inside the Suzaku Gate.
There is nothing left.
Not even a bone was left of Feng Lingwu.
As if in disbelief, Fu Wei stood up and wanted to go in and take a look.
But the road ahead was dangerous, how could he be so reckless? He had only taken two steps when Chu Xiangzhi and Zhuge An, one on each side, held him captive.
They used their spiritual power as a restraint to free Fu Wei from the sealed place.
Fu Wei could not resist and could only watch himself getting farther and farther away from the sealed place.
"Let me go—"
"I'm sorry, brother. Even if you hate me, I still have to do this."
"Master, this place is about to collapse. We have to get out quickly."
Stones crumbled, the earth cracked, and Fu Wei watched as the sealed area gradually filled with stone and bricks, finally fading into darkness. Even more despairing was the sight of the blood veins on his hands vanishing into thin air. The final bond of the forbidden technique abruptly ceased, turning to ash.
Feng Lingwu is dead.
The dead can't die anymore.
He suddenly thought of Zhuge Xianyu and Su Moli.
Sure enough, no matter how many times you say you empathize with someone, it is not as good as stabbing yourself with a knife once.
After many days of waiting, the exhaustion of spiritual power and energy, the backlash of the forbidden technique, and the annihilation of the last glimmer of hope, Fu Wei could no longer bear it. He smiled miserably and closed his eyes tightly.
…………
"Why can't you wake up, brother?"
"Yes, why can't Master Yaoling wake up?"
At the Zhuge family, a large group of people gathered around Fu Wei's bed, looking at her solemnly and talking about her.
In the past few days, doctors came one after another, and they only found that Fu Wei's spiritual power was exhausted, and they could not see anything else.
The people of the Zhuge family frantically searched through ancient books and even banned books, trying to understand what those blood-colored runes on Fu Wei's body were, but they found nothing.
The doctor who was checking Fu Wei's pulse shook his head. "I'm ashamed. Apart from the exhaustion of his spiritual energy, I can't tell what's wrong with him. I just feel that he doesn't seem to want to wake up."
Chu Xiangzhi sat by the bed and muttered to himself, "Why don't you want to wake up? Brother, are you blaming me?"
Zhuge An asked with red eyes: "How can we awaken the True Lord?"
The doctor said, "His spiritual power is exhausted. Let's take care of his body first. Once his spiritual power recovers, he might wake up on his own in a few years."
Zhuge An: "I understand, thank you."
Doctor: "Master Zhuge is too polite."
Zhuge An sent everyone away. Seeing that Chu Xiangzhi seemed to be frozen there because he couldn't accept it, he patted his shoulder, turned and left, leaving the space to them.
Soon, Chu Xiangzhi and Fu Wei were the only ones left in the room.
Chu Xiangzhi stretched out his hand and checked Fu Wei's dantian. After confirming that Fu Wei was really unconscious, his expression changed.
"Zhu Jiuyin, get out here!"
The Ghost King, dressed in a bright red robe, slowly emerged from Chu Xiangzhi's body and transformed into a human form. He looked at Fu Wei, who was unconscious on the bed, and gloated with a sigh, then said:
"What's wrong, Qingyang Daojun~"
Chu Xiangzhi raised his hand and mercilessly grabbed Zhu Jiuyin's neck, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent: "I didn't ask you to hurt him."
Zhu Jiuyin's lifeblood was held in someone's hand, and the ghost energy around him was rising. He subconsciously wanted to fight against Chu Xiangzhi, but he held himself back in the end.
He was severely injured by Fu Wei, and now only this remnant soul remained. He had finally escaped from the sealed place with Chu Xiangzhi. He could not confront Chu Xiangzhi head-on, so he showed a flattering smile:
"Daojun, I've been trapped there for twenty years. If I don't fight Yaoling Zhenjun with all my might, will he believe that my soul has been scattered? How can I find a chance to attach myself to you and get out?"
"And we had agreed beforehand: you help me escape, and I'll help you get rid of Feng Lingwu. But who could have known that Yao Ling would attach so much importance to that loser and actually cast a curse on him."
Chu Xiangzhi narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you know what kind of spell it is?"
Zhu Jiuyin pointed at the hand on his neck and said, "Let me go first."
Chu Xiangzhi let go and said, "Speak."
Zhu Jiu said, "I don't know. I only have a vague guess. It's probably a formation to divert damage. But you also know that Yao Ling is extremely talented. He knows formations and talismans that we haven't seen before. Who knows what move he used?"
As he spoke, he smacked his lips and said, "Fortunately, he is only a painting spirit now, and his strength has been reduced by 90%. Otherwise, he would have overturned the world."
Chu Xiangzhi clenched his fists, his eyes filled with jealousy and hatred, but he managed to suppress it and asked in a cold voice, "Is Feng Lingwu dead?"
Zhu Jiuyin licked his lips: "According to common sense, he should be dead."
Chu Xiangzhi: "That's your territory, you set up the formation, and you actually told me you don't know?"
Zhu Jiuyin: "That formation requires the spiritual power of the person entering the formation to nourish it, but Feng Lingwu is a mortal. The spiritual power of the formation has long been exhausted, so I can't feel Feng Lingwu's presence."
"But don't worry. Even if Feng Lingwuyou Yao Ling gave him a life-saving spell, what good would it do? The entire Que Mountain collapsed. How could a mortal like him survive?"
Chu Xiangzhi was relieved: "That's best."
Zhu Jiuyin looked at Fu Wei on the bed, licked his lips, and said greedily: "Daojun, can you let me take a bite of him?"
With just one bite, Zhu Jiuyin can recover 50% of his strength.
This is simply a piece of fat meat.
Upon hearing this, Chu Xiangzhi's expression instantly changed. He slapped Zhu Jiuyin away with a palm and pointed the ice sword directly at Zhu Jiuyin's forehead: "What did you say?"
Zhu Jiuyin: "...I was just joking, Daoist Master, please calm down."
Chu Xiangzhi then put away his sword and said, "Get out of here."
Zhu Jiuyin unwillingly turned into black mist and returned to Chu Xiangzhi's body.
Chu Xiangzhi sat back down on the edge of the bed, holding Fu Wei's hand, and said coquettishly like a child, "Brother, you are mine. Whether it's a thousand years ago or a thousand years from now, you will only be mine."
"So when you wake up, we'll get married."
After a pause, Chu Xiangzhi suddenly touched Fu Wei's brow and whispered, "Feng Lingwu is a waste. He took away the love that should have belonged to me... But it doesn't matter. He is dead now. Let me erase my memory of him for you, Senior Brother."
"This way, Senior Brother will only remember me, and in this strange time, he can only rely on me."
System space.
The system cautiously approached Fu Wei and asked, "Sir, what are you thinking about... Are you thinking about Feng Lingwu... Are you sad?"
Fu Wei shook her head gently: "I am thinking about him, but I can't be sad, he is not dead."
The system breathed a sigh of relief: [Sir, does it hurt?]
Fu Wei fondly touched the system's head and chuckled, "Little fool, you forgot, you turned on the pain blocker for me, how could it hurt?"
The system whispered: [That's good.]
Fu Wei: "Our mission is almost complete."
As long as Feng Lingwu kills him with his own hands, all his parts will be played out and his mission will be accomplished.
The system frowned and said, "But sir, the protagonist seems to have collapsed?"
"It doesn't matter. The protagonist's collapse is not within the scope of our mission and does not affect our mission. We just need to follow our own story."
Fu Wei stretched and leaned back on the sofa for a nap.
He and Feng Lingwu will see each other again soon.
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