"Shen Minzhi? Hmm... let me think." Shan Gui paced back and forth in the room with his arms crossed, trying to recall. "I have a vague impression. It seems like... it seems like."
"Oh, I remember now!" Mountain Ghost punched her left palm with her right fist, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, as if a light bulb had suddenly appeared above her head.
"There was a prominent Taoist family in the capital back then, surnamed Wu. Hey? The same surname as your friend. Could it be—"
The boy's gaze was cold and indifferent.
Seeing this, the mountain spirit curled his lip in displeasure and continued, "The Xuanmen Wu clan was originally a clan of witch doctors thousands of years ago. However, they gradually shifted to developing incantations and witchcraft. Of course, they also retained some of their witch doctor skills, after all, they were passed down from their ancestors."
Yan Chiyu: "Shen Minzhi...don't get sidetracked." To be honest, he had absolutely no interest in the development of the Wu clan.
"Oh." The mountain spirit said obediently, "Shen Minzhi was the personal maid of the ancestor of the Wu family, a direct descendant who never married. To be more precise, Shen Minzhi was a spirit created by that person. You must think she's a ghost, right?"
It's normal for Shen Minzhi to have ghostly energy; it's because her memories have been fading piece by piece over the years, and her former spiritual energy is gradually disappearing. It's like buying a car; if you don't maintain it after a while, it'll break down easily, understand?
Shen Minzhi told me—
The boy's expression was inscrutable. "Wu Yue is the ancestor of the Wu family. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestor of the Wu family disappeared. She has been searching for her for decades, but no one has responded to her." This frustrated Shen Minzhi. As her memory deteriorated, she could only rely on the diary-like notes she had written down to identify and find her goals, to remember what she had to do last year.
However, sometimes things just take such a dramatic turn; anything she saw, no more than three times, would spontaneously combust and vanish without a trace. As you said, her spirit truly couldn't hold on any longer.
"ha?"
The mountain spirit raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You're saying that little girl was an ancestor of the Wu family? I don't believe it. I guarantee that her bone age looks like she's only eighteen, definitely no more than twenty. How could someone so young be someone's ancestor?"
Yan Chiyu remained silent, lost in thought.
"Furthermore, there are absolutely no signs of rebirth or reincarnation on her. You know, none of this can escape my eyes." The mountain spirit was eloquent, his discerning eyes seeing through too much.
Because it was Yan Chiyu, she didn't hold back and said more.
"So my conclusion is that she is not."
The mountain spirit frowned slightly. "Could Shen Minzhi have misremembered? After all, it's a spirit body, and one that hasn't been properly repaired and maintained. It's probably no longer useful."
"Yes, I understand." Yan Chiyu nodded slightly, put his hand in his pocket, took out something, and closed his hand in a fist.
The mountain spirit moved back and leaned against the sofa, still maintaining an elegant posture: "Second question, ask it now and get out of here."
Yan Chiyu opened his palm; it was half a red jade pendant.
"Fifth Uncle asked you when you would return to Songcheng. He has been waiting for you in Songcheng his whole life."
"Tsk." Hearing this, the mountain spirit raised its head with interest. "That guy isn't married or has kids yet?"
Yan Chiyu: "Still single."
“God never goes back to what she has already learned. Even if it’s wrong, she will keep moving forward until she reaches the end of the road of regret.” The mountain spirit lowered her eyes and shook her head.
In her expression, which others couldn't see, there was a faint trace of sorrow and melancholy.
He's waiting for you.
The boy said nonchalantly, "I'm just relaying a message. The decision is yours. Goodbye."
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The girl stood atop the misty mountain, letting the wind and clouds pass through her hair. Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she sighed softly.
It must be admitted that she has been quite lonely over the past few centuries.
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