Chapter 28: Frost Pear Town (I) Escape from Death
The distinguished guest has arrived.
Even though he was not happy about it, Chao Qulai still raised a polite smile at the corner of his lips.
"Xuan Hui Immortal Lord, I am not worthy of being called Senior Brother."
Ever since he escaped from the Immortal Mountain, he rarely used his spiritual power, and never used the Immortal Mountain techniques again.
Even the places where they stayed were mostly places where ghosts gathered. They thought that they had hidden their whereabouts well and would not be found by the people in the fairy mountain.
But now the truth has been revealed.
Although Chao Qulai didn't say it, Xuan Hui could still sense his slight concern: "I have learned the art of divination passed down by my mother quite well. Senior Brother's whereabouts have disappeared, so I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. I hope Senior Brother will forgive me."
"I didn't come here today to start a fight. I truly have a request for you, Senior Brother. After this incident, I will not reveal your whereabouts to anyone else."
Xuan Hui has been aloof and arrogant since childhood, and it is rare for him to say the word "I have a request".
It's rare.
Chao Qulai raised his eyebrows in surprise and glanced into the dark room: "Come in."
He pushed open the door and glanced around.
The room was empty. Only Xixi was lying on the bed in the corner, fast asleep. The living soul had disappeared, and the written talisman paper was lying randomly.
Tsk, I thought he was an honest person, but he actually ran away.
But with the Soul Binding Technique, she couldn't escape Frost Pear Town. Once she knew she couldn't escape, she'd have to return in disgrace. He could use this as an excuse to get angry and extend the fifteen-year contract to twenty.
If you think about it this way, it's a small profit.
"Please take a seat, Immortal Lord." Having made up his mind, Chao Qulai welcomed Xuan Hui into the room and lit the candles. "From what you said, Immortal Lord, do you need me to summon your soul?"
"That's right." Xuan Hui went straight to the point. "It's my wife. She's passed away."
Xuan Hui's mortal wife looked at Qu Lai with a slight glint in her eyes. This was the most talked-about thing among the demon and ghost monks in recent years.
It is said that his wife was an unparalleled beauty and had saved Xuanhui's life. After Xuanhui married her, he doted on her in every way. He would rather not break through the realm for a long time than not use his magical power to ensure that his wife would remain immortal. They were extremely loving to each other.
Now he is dead.
"There are many talented people in the Immortal Mountain, and the Immortal Lord himself knows some techniques to summon spirits. Is he coming to me because something went wrong?" Chao Qulai went straight to the point.
He and Xuan Hui didn't have much friendship in the Xianshan back then. After he escaped, the only person he owed was... his junior sister. Now he had to help her.
Hearing the question, Xuan Hui's eyes darkened slightly: "Yes, her soul disappeared."
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The wind was rustling and the room was silent.
"What do you mean disappeared?"
Inside the Frost Pear Town Inn, Xuanxiu's gaze fell on Jiali's face. At this moment, the faint light in her palm disappeared. She had tried many times, but there was no breath of any soul in the room.
"It shouldn't be like this." Jia Li frowned, "Are you sure you got her horoscope right?"
Jiali looked at the strange man in front of him and had many doubts in his heart.
How did Mingyao "die", and after her "death", why did this strange man come to summon her soul? She had been nourished by the immortal power of the immortal monarch for a hundred years, so Xuanhui should be the one to summon her soul.
She opened her mouth to ask, but in the end, she remembered her teacher's advice to her not to cause trouble, so she had to swallow back a lot of questions.
“I could sense the presence of her soul, but it was like a person lost in a bustling crowd. I couldn’t find where she was, so I said her soul disappeared.
"If your horoscope is correct, then there is only one possibility, she..." Her soul was captured.
Jiali paused here and didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Her soul was imprisoned and she had no control over coming and going, so naturally the art of summoning the dead was ineffective against her.
However, this technique is difficult to learn. It does not require the help of spiritual power, but relies on the ability to transfer a part of one's own soul and aura out to make a seal and trap the living soul.
This soul-binding technique was not only difficult to learn, but also of limited use. As far as she knew, only her senior brother could use it in the world today. Could it be that her senior brother was also in Frost Pear Town at this moment?
Jiali's heart skipped a beat.
"Jia Li, don't ascend too quickly."
Under the moonlight that year, these were the last words her senior brother left for her.
For hundreds of years after that, she never saw him again, and didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Could it be that fate would bring them together here?
She was distracted for a moment, but only for a brief moment. When she came back to her senses, Jia Li's face changed drastically, and she couldn't help but shout angrily: "Madman! What are you doing?"
She saw an unknown man in front of her, making hand gestures with his fingers and reciting the necromancy technique she had just recited in a clumsy voice.
If an ordinary person has not learned it specifically, such a reckless summoning of spirits will definitely backfire, and it is not impossible that the spiritual vein will be destroyed.
What on earth is this lunatic thinking?!
A few steps away, Xuanxiu, who was regarded as a madman, closed his eyes and his heart was as calm as water.
He was still unfamiliar with the techniques, and if he paused occasionally, he would be injured by the backlash.
But I can't resist the stubbornness of my inner demon.
Her soul is still there, but she has not returned after being called for a long time. Perhaps... she knows the ridiculous things he has done and doesn't want to see him?
Inside the coffin, the red rope that was broken into two pieces was particularly eye-catching.
A soft sigh.
It didn't matter if she didn't want to see him. He used his immortal power to summon the soul. As long as...
She could answer him first.
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The wind is howling, so close the wooden windows when the sun goes down.
"disappear?"
After listening to Xuan Hui's words, he thought about it for a while.
The dead soul only stays in the human world for seven days. It is not difficult to summon the soul. If other summoning conditions are met but the soul still cannot be sensed, it is probably because the soul is too weak.
In this situation, someone is needed to gather the soul and lead the way.
After telling Xuan Hui his guess, he took out another yellow talisman from a pile and handed it to him.
"After lighting this talisman, take a drop of Madam's blood as a guide. The closer the distance, the more accurate the direction. So, Immortal Lord, you should think about where Madam is most likely to appear. Perhaps you can meet her again."
"Thank you." Xuan Hui took the yellow talisman and put it away carefully.
"Your Majesty, there's no need to thank me. After this matter is over, I hope you won't tell anyone about my whereabouts."
"Of course." Xuan Hui nodded in agreement, "I am sorry to bother you this time."
Having achieved his goal, Xuan Hui did not stay any longer.
"It's infatuation."
Behind him, He Ling, who had been silent all the time, looked at Xuan Hui's receding figure and made some comments.
Chao Qulai closed the door and glanced at He Ling: "It's strange, Xuan Hui is also from the Immortal Mountain, and his hands are stained with the blood of your demon clan, why don't you hate him?"
He Ling rolled his eyes upon hearing this. "If you want to bully me, I'll just say it straight out. That's right, we demons aren't as united as you humans. If one demon kills you humans, you'll have to hate all demons."
"We are a large tribe of demons, and we have conflicts among ourselves. I will naturally hate whoever I die at their hands the most."
"I see. Then Immortal Lord Miao Miao is truly unlucky. He killed the Demon King directly, but didn't completely exterminate all the demons that participated in the war. This has left him with so many disasters in vain."
Chao Qulai pulled out another piece of yellow talisman paper from a pile of paper, held it between his fingers, and signaled He Ling to protect him.
As the candlelight in the room went out, he slowly closed his eyes.
"I used to think that Immortal Lord Miaomiao was arrogant and looked down upon ants because of his own immortal power. He was hateful and detestable. But now that I've lived so many more years, I think he's... a bit pathetic and foolish."
Before He Ling could scold him for being foolish and kind, the yellow talisman paper in Chao Qulai's hand turned into powder. When he opened his eyes again, a dark and ghostly green aura seeped out of his pupils, and there were strange movements from the graves outside the house one after another.
He sighed again, "Stupid as a target."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spell was about to be completed. The spiritual power that had not been used for a long time in his body was awakened inch by inch, and the fear that he had previously felt for the Immortal Lord Miaomiao also came back.
Dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the past emerged -
"If you take this step, you will be a traitor to the immortal world. I will kill you."
The legendary Immortal Lord Miaomiao is not a vicious monster. Although his face cannot be seen clearly, his eyes are always gentle.
However, his heart was tightly entangled by the immortal power of this immortal king. If he moved even slightly, his heart and lungs would be crushed and he would die.
Once you experience that feeling, you will never forget it.
It's really chilling.
He hadn't used his spiritual power for too long, and a fishy and sweet taste gradually began to form in his throat. Chao Qulai had to abandon the old illusions and try to focus on what was in front of him.
My eyes gradually lost focus, and what I saw in the blink of an eye was no longer of this world.
He could see with his own eyes the hustle and bustle of ghosts wandering throughout the city. It was too harmful to his body. He could not last long relying solely on the ghost energy lent to him by the graves outside the door. In an instant, bloodstains appeared at the corners of his eyes.
But this method has already started and cannot be interrupted.
He almost immediately severed his connection with the living soul, gritted his teeth, gathered all his available strength back into his body, and forcibly activated the magic.
The strand of hair brought back from the coffin floated in the air and scattered with the magic, beginning to look for its owner.
A stick of incense.
Blood and energy kept surging in his body, and he could only hold on for one stick of incense at most.
Just hope that things will be successful.
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"Damn it, another wasted trip."
"I was wondering why Immortal Lord Miaomiao would appear in this dilapidated town."
Mingyao is lost.
After coming out of the tomb house, she followed Xixi's instructions and headed west, hoping to try her luck and see if she could find the temple in her dream.
Although Shuangli Town is small, it has many small paths. She has no physical body and is floating very fast, so she soon loses her way.
After many twists and turns, he accidentally walked into a group of monsters and ghosts.
Fortunately, they were chatting happily and did not notice Mingyao, the uninvited guest.
When Mingyao heard the familiar name, he thought of the strange scene in his dream. He paused and listened carefully around the corner.
"That's right, another empty trip."
"Where on earth did this rumor come from? It's so convincing, saying he was injured by a golden arrow, and the aura of that golden arrow stained that fairy mountain woman."
"Neither the man nor the woman can be clearly understood."
These demons were obviously very angry and were cursing the people who had teased them in groups of three or four.
No, Ming Yao was shocked when he heard this. It was indeed Miaomiao who was injured by the golden arrow.
But this news should only be known to her, Xuan Hui, and the mountain master.
Moreover, the fact that Xuanxiu is Immortal Lord Miaomiao is probably unknown to anyone, including Jiali, who had met Xuanxiu before.
How did this news get out?
Mingyao sensed something was wrong, but before she could think about it, she suddenly felt a relaxation on her forehead, as if some thread that had been connecting her to him had temporarily broken.
I feel a lot more relaxed.
He was stunned, but a step too slow. The group of demons that had been making such a commotion disappeared in an instant. Only Mingyao's soul was left. Mingyao looked around and felt a chill.
Shuangli Town is a small town with black tiles, white walls and bluestone slabs. The streets are narrow and it feels a bit crowded if several people stand side by side. If it is during the day, you can still taste some gentle romance. But at night, with only the faint moonlight, it is inevitable that it looks a bit ghostly.
Otherwise, go back first?
Mingyao began to have some thoughts of backing out.
But perhaps because he was upset, Mingyao drifted left and right, wandering around in the streets and alleys, like a ghost. After wandering around for a long time, he still couldn't find a way out.
I originally thought that I had become a ghost and should be able to pass through walls or fly, but I never thought that ghost stories were all lies.
It's not possible at all.
After tossing and turning for a while, Mingyao was exhausted. He simply stopped moving, found a corner, squatted down, huddled together, and began to ponder.
First of all, there is no doubt that the most important thing for her now is to find her own physical body.
But according to the plot line, it should be Xuanhui who brought her physical body to Shuangli Town.
But in the dream, her physical body was following Xuanxiu.
If her dream were true.
Was it because Xuanxiu said those vicious words to me the night before his death that the plot line deviated?
But if that was the case, the little light ball should have reminded itself earlier.
I can't figure it out no matter how hard I try.
Mingyao stared blankly at the bricks and stones on the ground. There was no one around and the moonlight was cold. She couldn't help but start to daydream.
The night wind blew hard, making the branches that leaned out from the old house tremble.
Perhaps it was an illusion, Mingyao actually felt that his soul was invaded by the evil wind, and he began to sway along with the tree trunk, and the more he swayed, the more painful his head became.
In a trance, she seemed to hear someone calling her...Ayao?
She endured the headache and straightened her back.
At first, the voice was gentle, and it came into Mingyao's ears on the wind. Mingyao couldn't help but want to follow the voice.
But not long after she left, her symptoms became more and more serious. She had a headache so severe that she couldn't stand up straight, and even the voice calling her gradually turned into a binaural surround playback.
"Haruka..."
"Miss Ming..."
The two voices alternated back and forth, like two thick ropes tied at both ends of her, pulling back and forth.
So noisy, so painful.
Mingyao tried hard to stay awake, but the pain was so severe that she felt like she was about to be torn in half.
This pain was no less than the burning pain when Xuanxiu's blood splashed into his eyebrows in the Bikong Demon Palace.
"Miao Miao..." Ming Yao subconsciously squeezed out a name from his mouth. Perhaps this sound had an effect, and the pain of being torn by the voices from both ends gradually subsided.
Mingyao escaped death and curled up in one place, gasping for breath. He was about to get up slowly.
"Miss Ming."
One of the voices in the auditory hallucination just now appeared clearly in front of me from three or four steps away.
Mingyao looked up and saw that the main target of her death escape was looking at her straight with a calm look in his eyes.
Before he could feel the despair of the complete collapse of the plot, Mingyao was about to open his mouth to smooth things over.
A condensed murderous intent came from Xuan Hui's hand and came straight towards her.
Xuan Hui...want to kill her?
Mingyao froze in place.
Amid the rustling sound of the wind, a strand of black hair broke off and fell into Mingyao's palm. In just a moment, the black hair took Mingyao along with it and disappeared into a stream of light.
Failed.
Xuan Hui looked at the empty streets, his expression hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, and was about to leave -
"Brother." A voice as gentle as a spring breeze called out to him, "Have you seen Ayao?"
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