At this moment, Yun Xian had no idea what kind of harsh words her senior brother had said in order to ensure that she could train smoothly without being disturbed. She and Qiao Lingshan were secretly planning to encircle the girl from both sides, trying to capture the girl in the corner who was suspected to be the princess.
We must not alert the enemy. If we can talk to Tang Wuke, the current confusing situation will obviously become much clearer.
This person's clothes were covered in dirt and ash, and so was her face. If she really was the princess, she was incredibly lucky. The marks left by the fire were exactly like the soot on the women's faces. She had hidden herself away in the city, and she had managed to stay hidden until now.
She looked rather uneasy, looking towards the distant street.
That's right, that place is probably occupied by monks now. That group of tourists are not afraid of anything and are naturally wandering around.
Yun Xian gestured to Qiao Lingshan, meaning I'm on the left and you're on the right!
Qiao Lingshan called back. "There's a ditch on the right. What do you mean by right?"
At this moment, the girl wrapped her black cloth back on her face, stood up, and seemed to be about to leave.
No matter what, he couldn't just let people go like that. Just as Yun Xian was about to go over, he heard a scream: "Ah!!!"
She turned her head sharply.
As I've mentioned before, the number of spirits in Tangling Country is incredibly high, almost outnumbering the living. With so many spirits, there's naturally a wide variety of types. For example, the ghost in the black shop that deliberately imitated a scary face was the lowest kind.
Rivers are inherently yin, and even ordinary villages are widely circulated with strange legends about scapegoats. What is floating in the water now is a less common water ghost.
Of course, what is not very common means is that at least Yun Xian doesn’t know about it.
"Lingshan, help!" Forget about anything else for now. She couldn't even imagine what he would do in the future if he came out in broad daylight to hurt people. "What is this?"
The girl was so frightened that her face turned pale... well, still black, and she was trembling all over. In her hands, she was holding a bunch of wet and sticky black hair. The ends of her hair were squirming like a living thing, tightly bound between her fingers and deeply embedded in her skin. She couldn't get rid of it no matter what she did.
Imagine trying to fish out clothes in the water and finding a thick mass of black hair. The feeling is already scary and disgusting, but then you can't get rid of the black hair and it starts to suck your blood. Sucking your blood is one thing, but...
The girl endured the stinging pain and reached out with her left hand to pull out the black hair by the roots. Fine blood immediately flowed onto her wrist. Beneath the black hair were two dangling red eyeballs, covered in bloodshot, twitching slightly and shaking wildly from side to side. "I can't get through! I can't get through! Why can't I get through?! Die, die, die!!"
In an instant, the screams by the creek were enough to deafen people.
Sometimes people's screams are mostly instinctive fear, which cannot be controlled just by trying. After all, this thing is really too bizarre. Yun Xian had never been so frightened even when she faced the transparent spider in the Four-way War. She tried to draw her sword amidst the screams -
Taipingjian said: "No! It's disgusting!!"
Yun Xian: "..." What's so disgusting about a sword of yours? Be careful or she might use it to stir up slop.
"I remember now!" Qiao Lingshan had read quite a lot and had a bit more common sense than Yun Xian. "This is a laundry ghost!"
As the name suggests, a laundry ghost is a spirit that mostly appears when people are washing clothes.
There's a saying in ancient times that old clothes, worn repeatedly against a person's skin, pick up the person's unique scent. Sometimes, after being worn so many times, the clothes can be identified by the person, giving the washer ghost an opportunity to take advantage.
Those who could wash clothes by the river weren't necessarily wealthy enough to buy new clothes daily. The more often old clothes were worn, the more they became tainted with human presence, allowing the wandering laundry ghosts to slip inside them unnoticed. If they were successfully evaded and brought back, the owner of the clothes would, before anyone knew it, become increasingly unfamiliar, resembling someone who had died long ago.
Ultimately, it's just another form of life-saving. It seems this laundry ghost is a bit foolish. With so many people here, why does he have to sneak into children's clothing? These clothes are obviously made for little girls. There's no way they can fit into them!
After all this thought, in a flash, the two of them dashed off the bridge. At that moment, a clear voice rang out, "Don't move! Don't move! The harder you try, the deeper it gets. Does anyone have soap salt?"
It was the woman in the corner. She was about to leave, but upon hearing the sound, she quickly turned back.
"I, I brought it." A young girl nearby hurriedly came over with a bag of soap salt. Not daring to look at the eyes, she said in panic, "Pour it down? Just pour it down? Will this much be enough? Will it... ah!!"
The soap salt bag was removed, revealing a white hand without a single callus. Her fingers were delicate and slender. Although she trembled slightly, she still poured all the soap salt into the washerman's eyeball. The eyeball bounced for a moment, and the hair was pulled out a little, but it still did not retreat. The blood-red pupil froze, staring at the woman intently.
Since there are folk legends, there are naturally corresponding folk remedies. Swearing loudly, pouring salt, etc., sometimes works, but sometimes, when you encounter something like this that can harm people in the middle of the day, it is not very useful.
The woman was frightened by being stared at and took a half step back, but she still pursed her lips stubbornly and said, "It's okay. If you go get it again, I..."
Although it is not very useful, it is a courageous act.
Yun Xian stretched out his finger, and the sword energy at his fingertips was so sharp that he instantly blew the ball of black hair and the disgusting eyeballs back into the river, and they quickly floated away along the current.
The girl who was entangled finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground with weak legs.
It seems that the reaction will take some time.
"Are you okay?" Yun Xian helped the man up, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't look at me like that. It's nothing, I actually..."
"Stop bragging!" Qiao Lingshan heard a loud bang in her ears and shouted angrily, "The person ran away, the person ran away!!!"
Yun Xian looked at it in surprise——
The woman continued walking, her steps moving with the wind, leaving only her back.
“…”
When Yun Xian caught Tang Wuke, he only counted thirty hits.
To be fair, she didn't even use her spiritual power, but simply ran on foot. As expected, the little princess was in the palace all day, so she didn't have time to jump around. She ran fast at first, but after a few strokes she started to pant. Yun Xian grabbed her by the collar and said helplessly, "Princess, stop!"
Qiao Lingshan hurried over.
Even if she wasn't sure before, she was certain now. She ran away the moment she saw a cultivator, and she didn't run to the downtown area, but instead went into the woods. Who else could it be but her?
The woman in black robe finally turned around slowly, her eyes showing a resigned look.
"I knew I'd get caught. Forget it." Tang Wuke's voice was melodious, and even when he was discouraged, it was still pleasant to the ear. "Do you guys have anything to eat? I haven't eaten anything for three days. I'm really hungry."
"Yes." Yun Xian took out an apple while Qiao Lingshan looked at him indescribably. "Want to eat it?"
Tang Wuke asked, "How do you eat this?"
"Just eat it." Yun Xian was stunned by her question, "Open your mouth, ahwu, and take big bites."
"With the skin, and it's whole." Tang Wuke shook his head. "I've never eaten anything like this. Could it be poisonous?"
Yun Xian: “…………”
Taiping had a new use, which was to peel apples. After peeling them, Yun Xian handed them to her and said, "Eat them."
Tang Wuke washed his hands in the stream before taking the apple and munching on it. Perhaps because he felt he was about to be arrested and taken back to the palace, he ate very slowly, lost in thought as he ate.
Yun Xian: "Is it sweet?"
Tang Wuke: "This is the driest apple I have ever eaten."
Yun Xian: "I think it's pretty good."
"Are you cultivators? Are those people outside in the same group as you?" Tang Wuke said dejectedly, "If you weren't wearing black robes, I would have run away when I saw you. It wouldn't have ended like this."
"No." Yun Xian asked the question that had been puzzling him for a long time, "Why do they all wear black robes and paint their faces black? It's hard to tell who is who at first glance."
"...I don't know either." Tang Wuke's face, blackened by the smoke, showed a depressed expression. She shook her head and said, "I don't know anything. I only saw them like this after I escaped. This is the second time I've seen people from outside the palace, and I didn't dare ask for fear of being discovered."
Qiao Lingshan sensed something was wrong and frowned, "Second time? What do you mean?"
She had only left the palace once when she was sixteen?
"It was the first time I saw someone from outside the palace. I was selling candied haws in the middle of winter and accidentally walked into the palace." Tang Wuke said absentmindedly, "I bought some candied haws and planned to secretly take them back, but I didn't get to eat them in the end. Yahe said I'd get diarrhea if I ate them, so I couldn't. What a pity."
Yun Xian casually put Taiping, who was doing sit-ups, by the river, patted his butt and sat down. "Is Yahe your personal maid?"
"Yes." Tang Wuke seemed to have thought of something, and then said blankly: "I grew up with her, and I think she is more like a sister. But my sister seems to hate me."
She lowered her head, the part of her neck that wasn't affected by the smoke being all white. There were traces of jewelry on her earlobes, but now they're gone. It seems she hasn't been having a good time these past few days outside the palace.
"Really?" Yun Xian looked at her and suddenly said, "Many times, it can't be simply summed up as like or dislike."
Tang Wuke looked unconvinced.
After a while, she stood up and said, "Let's go."
"Where are you going?" Yun Xian said, "I didn't ask you to go back to the palace. I have to hide you."
Tang Wuke didn't ask any questions and continued to sit down. It didn't matter to her who caught her or who hid her; the outcome would be the same anyway.
It was getting darker and darker, and at dusk, the waves were sparkling.
"You are cultivators, so can you tell me what the world outside Tangling Country is like?" Tang Wuke suddenly said, "It's what they call 'jianghu'."
Qiao Lingshan thought, you're asking the wrong person. It would be fine to ask Su Chi, Liu Xu, or Xue Lingxiu. She and Yun Xian had just left Jiange, fought in the secret realm, and then came here. They hadn't been to many places, so were they supposed to be talking about the monsters in the Four Directions Secret Realm and the brainless Liu Shi?
Yun Xian said calmly, "Of course."
Qiao Lingshan: “?”
Why do you suddenly act so knowledgeable? Have you studied a lot?
Tang Wuke: "Is it any different from here?"
Yun Xian said seriously, "The leaves will change when the weather gets cold, and people will throw copper coins into the pond every time."
"..." Tang Wuke said with difficulty, "What I want to hear is the kind of story that dominates the world, with swords flashing and sabers flying, bloody rain and wind, and the joy of revenge."
Yun Xian: "This is my blind spot, let's change it."
Tang Wuke: "Then what else do you know?"
Yun Xian smiled and said, "Did you know that monsters can fart?"
Tang Wuke: "...I don't want to know!!"
How come this person is nothing like the cultivator she imagined?
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