Chapter 72 The Great War Between Immortals and Demons (Part 3) The sound of rustling...
Shi Wenzhe pursed his lips, his steps hesitant, but he still stepped firmly over the lintel. The closer the bell got to the main room, the louder it became, a clear and crisp sound, unlike the muffled sound on the street before. It was like a symphony of wind chimes and wind.
But the moment Shi Wenzhe stepped across the threshold of the main room, the sound of the bell stopped abruptly. Shi Wenzhe could even hear the lingering echo of the bell, buzzing in the empty room, as if it were a hallucination.
The steam rising from the teacup suddenly disappeared, and the last trace of human presence vanished. Shi Wenzhe's heart tightened, like a wary cat with its fur standing on end. She gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and sat down on the stool prepared for her.
With a soft pop, the two candles in the main room lit up, providing Shi Wenzhe with a sense of security in the dim space.
Shi Wenzhe looked around. The interior of the main room was cramped and cluttered, with all sorts of things piled up, making it feel crowded and messy. Apart from the main door, there was no place where light could get in, but the door was very low. Shi Wenzhe felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, as if she were trapped inside, with no way out.
The oppressive air swirled around her, and she suddenly felt a bit short of breath. There wasn't even the sound of insects chirping here; it was too quiet, like a secluded coffin where no one could hear her cries for help.
Thinking of this, Shi Wenzhe's heart pounded wildly, and even her soul began to waver in shock. She gripped her sleeve tightly, took a deep breath, calmed herself, and stared intently at the door, muttering, "Who is it?"
“You led me here, so you should at least show yourself and meet me. Don’t be a coward, hiding in the shadows and plotting against me.”
A sudden gust of wind swept through the courtyard, scattering fallen leaves and making a series of clattering sounds. Shi Wenzhe stiffened, barely daring to breathe, and looked over.
A trail of water rose from the teacup, gathering and scattering on the table, eventually leaving the three characters "时闻折" (Shi Wen Zhe).
With a loud crash, a gust of wind blew the wooden door against the wall. The door swayed back, blocking out most of the light and making the already dim room even darker. The candlelight flickered like a swinging clock, each flicker increasing the tension. It was as if there was a pre-set timetable ahead, and something extraordinary would happen when that moment arrived.
An atmosphere of anxiety and restlessness lingered around.
Shi Wenzhexin jumped out of his skin, staring intently at the words on the table, as if he wanted to see through the pretense and eat it.
She gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Come out and face your death!"
I don't know where she got the courage to say such a boast.
The handwriting changed, "Ah—"
Shi Wenzhe's face twisted in anger. She could actually sense the other party's contempt and mockery in that one word. Her head was about to explode with anger, and even the fear in her heart dissipated a lot.
"Don't play tricks!"
The handwriting began to swirl and change again, the watermarks stretched into bizarre shapes, as if struggling against some inexplicable force, as if writing with great difficulty, "Sometimes I hear of breaking—"
Shi Wenzhe didn't understand. "Who are you? You called me but didn't answer. Do you expect me to respond? Let me tell you, there are too many ghost stories where you respond to a ghost's calls. I'm not stupid, I'm definitely not going to answer you."
The handwriting was suddenly broken up, turning into the two words "idiot".
Shi Wenzhe's eyes widened in disbelief, and he said angrily, "How dare you swear at me! That's so rude!"
"Stop teasing her."
"She's funny, hahaha."
"Let me see, hahaha, Shi Wenzhe is acting like a complete idiot, so stupid."
"A cat with its fur standing on end."
"Ignore him, but when you hear a sound, speak up."
...
Shi Wenzhe stared at Shuihen and muttered to himself. When he saw the other party's unrestrained mockery, his heart skipped a beat, and then his blood rushed to his head, turning his face red with anger.
She angrily retorted, "Who is it? You're messing with me and then mocking me! Are you out of your mind? I give up." She was still furious and muttered a few more curses under her breath, which were quite offensive.
The watermark paused for a moment, as if stunned.
"Heh." This time it was Shi Wenzhe's turn to chuckle.
The wooden door banged and rattled, almost blowing Shi Wenzhe's soul away. Shi Wenzhe didn't know if there was something wrong with her eyes or what, but she could see the other person's anger through the wooden door. She chuckled and was no longer afraid. She ran forward and touched the wooden door. Finally, as the other person frantically opened and closed the door, she laughed loudly.
The laughter was so arrogant that the person opposite seemed to be extremely angry. The water in the other teacup swelled up and, with a loud slap, gave Shi Wenzhe a slap.
Shi Wenzhe and the watermarks shifting in mid-air stared at each other, their faces a kaleidoscope of colors. Finally, he mumbled softly, "Why did you hit me?"
"You're allowed to laugh at me, but I'm not allowed to laugh at you?"
The water stain slapped Shi Wenzhe again with a loud splash.
Shi Wenzhe was so angry that his hands trembled and he couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he managed to squeeze out, "Are you sick in the head?!"
"Stop laughing!" Watermark threatened.
"..." Shi Wenzhe asked strangely, "Have you become a spirit?"
[It is I who often hear of broken branches.]
Shi Wen, with his big head bobbing like a dog, kept getting closer and closer, asking in confusion, "Who are you?"
[Hahahaha, she doesn't remember you anymore, hahaha.]
Shi Wenzhe's heart skipped a beat. An idea was vaguely forming in her mind, but she hesitated to say it aloud until she saw the watermark change again and the words "[Chang Yan, you're unreliable.]" appeared before her eyes. Only then did Shi Wenzhe dare to confirm it.
A surge of almost suffocating excitement and joy welled up inside her. She suddenly felt like crying. Her mind raced through the years, playing out the lonely years she had spent standing with the peach tree for thousands of years. It was so long, so long that it was almost cruel.
Her lips parted, trembling silently, and when she saw the five words "I am Qin Wenxue," tears quietly streamed down her face.
The candlelight in the main room was no longer frightening, and even the suffocating darkness was gone. As the words "Qin Wenxue" appeared, she seemed to smell the familiar scent of fresh snow. Her eyes suddenly softened, like a puppy shedding its tough facade and revealing its wet, aggrieved state in front of someone who could support it.
His voice was hoarse from not speaking for so long, and Shi Wenzhe couldn't help but choke up as he asked in a trembling voice, "Can you hear me? Can you see me?"
She wiped her eyes, tears streaming down her face like a flood. She couldn't stop them and began to sob, saying aggrievedly, "Qinwenxue... Qinwenxue..." She didn't know what to say, but it seemed that just saying those words would give her a strange sense of courage.
[It's visible.]
Don't cry.
Shi Wenzhe stubbornly replied, "I didn't cry."
【Um. 】
Chang Kun was dragged on a half-open nine-layered purple lotus, lying there in a daze. He was now a wisp of spirit, which was originally ethereal and elusive, and could not be seen clearly. Moreover, his expression was as pale as paper, like a half-crippled patient.
Qin Wenxue bent over and channeled her spiritual energy into him.
This magical artifact is called "Ruoshui". It can connect Yin and Yang, connect time and space, and communicate with the person you want to see. As long as you are sincere, it will work. However, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Chang Xuan's soul was scattered in Peach Blossom Valley by Linglong. He could not even maintain his physical form, let alone use Ruoshui.
Ruoshui, this magical artifact, was activated by Qin Wenxue with all her might.
Qin Wenxue searched for a long time and tried every means before he finally managed to gather three fragments of the soul. He gathered Wusheng into Changyan's body, and the resulting soul was pale and lifeless.
Chang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice weak, but his eyes were sharp as he glanced at Qin Wenxue and the unconscious Yun Jin beside her.
A fleeting glimpse of a celestial being revealed the answer to the entire story.
He sighed and said, "It will be difficult for you to find her."
Qin Wenxue pursed his lips and remained silent, his head lowered and even a little lonely. Chang Yan saw his soul in his messy hair, as if it were crying.
Shi Wenzhe's disappearance was unexpected. Her body was covered with tree roots and flowers, turning her into a dried corpse and nourishing the plants. At that time, Qin Wenxue was completely out of his mind. The onset of the cold poison caused the violent energy in his body to emerge uncontrollably, turning him into an ignorant and unconscious monster.
Qin Wenxue even felt a sense of relief the moment he woke up, thankful that Shi Wenzhe had disappeared, otherwise he didn't know if he would have cruelly killed Shi Wenzhe after turning into a monster.
He laughed out loud, the sound echoing endlessly in the cycle of rebirth, bitter and helpless.
Shi Wenzhe disappeared in his arms, along with Linglong's figure. Yun Jin was covered in blood. She did not die, but was protected by Qin Wenxue's heart-protecting spell.
No matter how unforgettable everything that happened in the cycle of rebirth, it has now settled. Of the few people who were laughing and talking back then, only Yun Jin and him remain.
The oil lamp in the ancestral hall is still burning. No matter how the world changes, it remains as immortal as mountains and rivers, quietly watching over humanity.
He carried Yun Jin, staggering along the path of reincarnation, his blood flowing down his body before disappearing silently among the scattered flowers and grasses.
Those flowers and grasses grew from Shi Wenzhe's body. Blown by the wind, they drifted everywhere like dandelions, eventually taking root and sprouting. All of that happened in an instant, amidst Linglong's smug laughter, filling the cycle of illusion.
The snow is still falling, gently covering the flowers and grass, like a fleeting kiss.
Qin Wenxue channeled spiritual energy to maintain Chang Xuan's soul and also connected the yin and yang of time and space.
When Shi Wenzhe's voice rang out again, it felt as if an eternity had passed. His eyelashes trembled, and his heart, which had been silent for so long, finally began to beat again.
Chang Yan chuckled, watching Shi Wenzhe's panic and disarray as if it were a spectacle. He didn't stop her, listening carefully to all her emotions, as if accepting her completely through those few words.
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