087. Use ghosts
It was raining heavily, dark clouds covered the sky, and there was no light in the daytime. Qingling nestled in Shang Changheng's arms, touching the dragon pendant hanging on her chest again and again.
The rain lasted for two days and stopped a few times, but it soon started again.
During these two days, Qingling had been with Shang Changheng. Once again, Qingling, awakened by an old dream, pestered Shang Changheng for a passionate love affair. After that, she just curled up in his arms, listless and silent.
He was actually still a little overwhelmed, especially in such gloomy weather.
It was also a rainy day in the dream. Qingling saw Shang Changheng and Hou Su alive, but when he opened his eyes and returned to the present, Shang Changheng was a cold and evil ghost, and Hou Su was an irrational corpse. Those young men in their prime did not grow old, but existed to this day in another cruel and miserable way.
Qingling felt very torn.
He buried his face in Shang Changheng's chest.
The warm breath could be felt through his clothes, thin and soft. Shang Changheng gently stroked his long hair and whispered to him, "The closer you are to me, the more you will... dream about those things. Qingling, you should have a good sleep."
Instead of falling into the past which even he felt was a nightmare as soon as he fell asleep.
"I'm fine." Qing Ling pulled up the corners of his lips and wanted to smile, but then he remembered that Shang Changheng couldn't see this posture, so the smile that had just begun to emerge disappeared. He clung tightly to Shang Changheng's shoulders, revealing half of his well-proportioned white arm, and the sleeve of his light-colored shirt rubbed against his arm.
There were still a few very conspicuous red marks on the exposed forearms.
Qing Ling said coquettishly, "I just... want to take a look."
He knew that Shang Changheng was unwilling, and Qingling also understood that in Shang Changheng's eyes there was no glory, only humiliation. The Dongyi people of the Great Zhou retreated again and again under the relentless pressure. For them, a successful retreat might be a victory, but for a commander, this was such a humiliation.
But Qingling saw more than just Shang Changheng.
There are tens of thousands of soldiers, who are no different from Shang Changheng. The heavy burden of the country does not just fall on the shoulders of Shang Changheng alone. It is all the Zhou people who fought alongside him and tried their best to support the collapsing Great Zhou. Qingling just... wants to take a look at that past.
Shang Changheng pinched his jaw, forced Qingling to raise his head, and asked with a smile: "You become like this after reading it?"
"Yeah." Qing Ling took the initiative to move forward, and kissed the corner of Shang Changheng's lips softly, and whispered: "Then you coax me."
"You..." Shang Changheng raised his eyebrows, slowly took one of Qing Ling's legs, asked him to sit on him, put his palm on his slender waist, and laughed softly: "It's hard to say who will benefit in the end."
"Wait a minute..." Qing Ling immediately pushed his shoulder to get up, but was held down by the waist and pulled back into his arms. His face turned red, and he couldn't help asking, "Do you... evil spirits also like to do this?"
"Actually, not really." Shang Changheng said frankly, "Ghosts, they only think about how to kill people, but I happen to be a little special, I have a little wife who is still alive, so besides the desire to kill, I also have some other thoughts, such as-"
At the moment of pause, Shang Changheng kissed Qing Ling's neck and smiled softly, "Like this."
The evil ghost's little wife became completely famous now.
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It's hard to travel during the rainy season, but it's still too much to have it raining for four days straight. The innkeeper who came to deliver food to Qingling in the morning couldn't help but complain: "This is such a damned bad weather. It's never been like this during the flood season in previous years. If the rain doesn't stop, there will be another flood."
Qing Ling glanced at Shang Changheng who was sitting on the other side and thought to himself, you really have seen a ghost.
Then he asked, "Isn't it like this during the flood season in previous years?"
"Of course not. Even in the flood season, it doesn't rain continuously. This year's omen is not good. Peaceful days are not easy. If there is a natural disaster... Oh!" The waiter suddenly slapped his mouth and said with an apologetic smile: "Sir, please eat. I am too nosy and don't bother you."
"It's okay." Qingling shook his head, but his expression gradually became gloomy.
He remembered the story about the Zhu family.
Upper Li and Lower Li, the Nine Fourth Yao, comes suddenly like, burns like, dies like, and is abandoned like.
This is a very ominous hexagram. Qing Jie... in those days had also predicted the fate of the country. That hexagram would definitely not be like what was described in "Guangyouzhi". It must have been a dangerous hexagram. And in the decades that followed, the people of the Great Zhou did not have a good day.
Even though he had never seen it with his own eyes, Qing Ling had already roughly guessed what Qing Jie had done. But what were the Zhu family... Zhu Lezhi, going to do?
"It really doesn't seem like a good sign." Shang Changheng suddenly spoke.
Qing Ling raised his eyes and found that Shang Changheng had stood in front of the window without him knowing when. Just by looking at his profile, one could tell that his expression was stern.
"The Muddy Water flows into the sea and has many branches, but if it rains like this and there is a high tide in the South China Sea... floods are a foregone conclusion." Shang Changheng said in a deep voice, "Qingling, we have to leave as soon as possible. We can't take the mountain road or the waterway. We have to leave Lucheng at least."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and Miao Yuan's voice came from outside: "Two donors, is it convenient for me to see you?"
"Yeah." Qingling agreed.
Not only Miao Yuan came, but also Zhu Lezhi, and both of them had serious expressions.
After they sat down, Zhu Lezhi spoke first: "This rain is not good, young master, when it stops next time, we have to leave Lucheng as soon as possible. I have looked at the map. If we want to go to Ningzhou, we have to go northwest and pass through half of Dingzhou. Fortunately, there are many official roads to take. In any case, stay away from the mountains and water first, otherwise it will be too dangerous."
Her hands on the table were trembling slightly, and she even leaned forward a little while sitting, which was a manifestation of her instinctive vigilance.
Even though she almost died at the hands of the wailing ghost on the bow last time, Zhu Lezhi's rage afterwards was stronger than her fear, but the fear she was trying hard to suppress now... was even stronger than that day.
Qing Ling knew what she was afraid of. If she fought against the evil spirit, she might still have a chance of survival. But if it was a catastrophe that would cause the sky to collapse and the earth to collapse, how could human power be able to deal with it...
Were there no talented people in the Great Zhou Dynasty back then? Throughout history, when imperial power has been passed down, there have always been many capable people. However, how can the situation in the world be changed by just a few people who know some esoteric magic? If the dam is really destroyed, not only Lucheng, but also the surrounding towns and villages will not be able to escape!
Miao Yuan was able to remain calm. He said, "Donor Zhu is right. The rain has been falling for four days and has hardly stopped. It is getting heavier and heavier. If it continues like this, a flood will happen sooner or later. I'm afraid the court will send people in two days."
"Changheng and I just talked about this." Qingling had just finished his meal and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, then continued, "We also want to leave as soon as possible. Wait for another two hours. By then, no matter if the rain stops or not, we have to set off."
The three of them thought of going to the same place.
Zhu Lezhi whispered again: "Fortunately, I managed to get into Cangjun Mountain. If I had been a few days later, I probably wouldn't have been able to get in... I guess I was a little lucky."
Qingling thought back to the bumps and bruises he had encountered along the way and couldn't agree with Zhu Lezhi's words. If he had had a little luck, he wouldn't have been so unlucky. The most he could say was that he wasn't so unlucky as to trip and fall to death.
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Two hours later, the rain still hadn't stopped. The raindrops were like curtains, and the water on the street was already above the ankles.
The group hurriedly loaded their luggage onto the carriage. There was no one walking in the streets. In such weather, all the vendors could only stare blankly, so the carriage sped along the street.
After leaving the city from the west gate, one still had to walk a short distance up the mountain. Qingling was afraid that he would be so unlucky that the mountain would collapse halfway, but fortunately, as Zhu Lezhi said, he still had some luck, and nothing happened until he ran out of Lucheng and along the road to the foot of the mountain. It was dark and he couldn't tell what time it was, but Qingling guessed based on the time he left home that it should be dusk now.
"When it gets dark... the road will be even harder to travel on." Qing Ling's face turned pale from the bumpy ride. He leaned against the carriage to take a breath and then said, "There shouldn't be any mountains here. We need to let the horses rest."
Zhu Lezhi seemed to be in a trance at this moment. She held her waist and echoed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, let's find a place for the horse to rest. Fortunately, we have had a smooth journey and the car has not gotten stuck. It would be best if we could find a village or something to rest... This broken road is killing me!"
Among the three, only Miao Yuan, who practiced physical training, could still bear it, but his face looked not very good, but he did not say anything.
Shang Changheng's voice came from outside: "There should be a village a little further ahead where we can stay for the time being. If the rain stops, we can travel more slowly. If the rain doesn't stop, we can spend the night in the village."
"Okay—" Qingling responded weakly.
There is indeed a small fishing village outside Lucheng. The village is not built on the Ningshui River, but on a river separated from the Ningshui River, called Sanlihe River. When you enter the village, there is a stone tablet with "Xiaohe Village" engraved on it.
When Qingling saw it from the carriage, it flashed by and he didn't see clearly, so he thought it was "Xiahe Village". He was so scared that his mind became clearer. Fortunately, Shang Changheng outside explained it, otherwise he would have doubted whether his experiences during this period were true or false... whether he had never left that village.
This is just terrifying.
Qing Ling patted his chest and got off the carriage. A gray mist immediately floated up, shielding him from the crackling rain. Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan had seen the strange methods of this evil ghost before, but Zhu Lezhi still couldn't help but sighed: "I really... This is the first time I see a ghost using his own Yin Qi as an umbrella. Hey, you know what, it's quite useful."
Qing Ling had already gone to look for the families with lights on to see if they could stay overnight. Zhu Lezhi and Miao Yuan each held an umbrella. Miao Yuan also started chatting with her, and her tone was quite emotional, "Yes, no matter if they are ghost-controllers or ghost-raisers, none of them can use ghosts as well as Qing Shizhu."
Shang Changheng, who was following Qingling, turned around and cast a sinister look on the two of them, as if to say, if you say one more word, I'll kill both of you.
The two of them shut up at the same time without saying a word.
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