Chapter 85 Suspended Soul Silk Spirit Object
Shao Yanzhe's question was not quiet. The others were startled awake and opened their eyes to see a figure hanging from the roof beam. They were so frightened that they stood up.
Xuan Yao was the first to react. He jumped up, stretched out his claws revealing sharp nails, and grabbed at the taut white silk, trying to break it.
But the white silk was very sturdy, leaving only a faint black scratch on the outermost layer.
Shao Yanzhe's literary attack followed immediately, striking the taut white silk on the other side.
"it hurts!"
A sharp cry of pain rang out from the white silk, sounding neither male nor female.
The white silk ribbon loosened its grip instantly, and Liu Mingyuan, who had been hanging there, fell down.
Su Yuheng and Wen Yanqing quickly stepped forward to catch him, while Zhou Jiming stretched out his thumb and pinched Liu Mingyuan's philtrum hard.
Liu Mingyuan only slowly woke up when his philtrum turned bluish-purple.
"Ugh! What's wrong with me?" He had barely finished speaking when he felt an intense pain in his philtrum, and he gasped, "Ouch, that hurts!"
He reached out towards his philtrum, wanting to touch it but not daring to.
When Zhou Jiming saw that Liu Mingyuan had woken up, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't hold back his words.
"You still have the nerve to say that! If it weren't for Brother Shao, you'd probably be reincarnated in the underworld by now, and might even be living in someone else's belly!"
Liu Mingyuan slowly sat up and then realized that his throat was a little sore.
"Cough cough!"
Seeing his condition, Chen Yunhe quickly poured him some water.
After drinking some water, Liu Mingyuan felt his throat was a little better.
"Meow!"
Xuan Yao's sharp meow rang out, attracting their attention.
They turned their heads and saw that the white ribbon seemed to have eyes, dodging several of Xuan Yao's attacks, and even dodging Shao Yanzhe's attacks with a tricky posture.
Aside from the initial attacks from Xuan Yao and Shao Yanzhe, he dodged every subsequent attack.
"Hehehe! You can't hit me!"
Bai Ling mocked the cat and the person, this time her voice sounding like that of a seven or eight-year-old child.
With a glare from its golden-black heterochromatic eyes, the cat's aura instantly changed, transforming from its original round and cute appearance into one filled with a murderous aura, and its speed suddenly increased.
With a ripping sound, one end of the white silk was instantly torn apart by the cat's claws, revealing six strips of cloth.
"Aww!"
With a whoosh, the white silk soared up the roof beam, wrapping around it and making a rustling sound.
Shao Yanzhe seized the opportunity and launched a literary attack towards the white silk.
The white silk noticed this, and in a flash, it released itself from the beam it was wrapped around and slipped out through a large hole in the roof next to it.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to utter a harsh threat: "Hmph! Just you wait! I'll be back!"
Xuan Yao was unwilling to give up and jumped onto the roof in a few leaps, but it was too late; the white silk ribbon had already disappeared.
"Meow!" He gritted his teeth and slapped the tile with his forepaw, determined to teach the white silk a lesson if it dared to come back!
"Come down!" Shao Yanzhe looked at the large hole in the roof and called out to Xuan Yao.
He knew his temper well and was afraid that he would get angry and leave because of the provocation of the white silk.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yao, still unwilling to give up, scanned his surroundings again. Only after confirming that the white silk ribbon was truly gone did he reluctantly jump off the roof.
"Okay, don't be angry. I'll give you some dried fish later."
Shao Yanzhe patted Xuan Yao's head and comforted him before walking towards Liu Mingyuan.
He looked him up and down and noticed the bluish-purple discoloration on his neck, which made him frown.
"Brother Liu, are you alright? Why don't we continue our journey and find a nearby village to see a local doctor to examine you?"
Liu Mingyuan waved his hand at him and said in a hoarse voice, "No need. It's too dangerous to travel at night. We can see a doctor tomorrow."
"Alright then, but Brother Liu, what happened to your philtrum? It looks quite serious." Shao Yanzhe looked at his philtrum, which was purple to black, and began to recall when the white silk had injured it.
"It's nothing," Liu Mingyuan said, glaring at Zhou Jiming.
Seeing this, Shao Yanzhe understood a little and realized that Zhou Jiming was responsible for the current state of others.
He coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "Brother Liu, what just happened? How did you get hung up by that white silk? And judging from your condition at the time, you didn't seem to resist at all."
Liu Mingyuan slowly rubbed his neck with his hand, his eyes filled with lingering fear: "I... I dreamt that I failed the exam, so I had the idea of hanging myself, and I even acted on it. In reality, when I was being hung by a white silk ribbon, in the dream I actually put my neck on the white silk ribbon, so I didn't realize it."
"I see. I suppose your dream was caused by that white silk ribbon," Shao Yanzhe said.
Liu Mingyuan lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the complex emotions within.
In fact, he had had this dream many times, but he just never told them about it.
Don't be fooled by his lack of interest in taking the imperial examinations; in reality, he was quite serious about it.
However, he knew his own limitations. Passing the imperial examination was already a stroke of good luck. He met Shao Yanzhe, who helped him to pass the examination.
Otherwise, with his abilities, it would probably take him another eight or nine years to pass the imperial examination.
As for wanting to continue participating in the imperial examinations, that was simply a pipe dream.
wrong.
He doesn't even dream.
Liu Mingyuan felt bitter inside, but he still nodded with a nonchalant expression: "Yes! That's right! It was all Bai Ling's doing!"
His eyes darted around, and when he saw Zhou Jiming rolling his eyes at him, he remembered the somewhat familiar look of the white silk ribbon. The suppressed fear in his heart was mixed with anger, and he pointed at him and began to accuse him.
"Zhou Jiming! It's all your fault! If you hadn't carelessly touched things in this temple and wiped your hands with that white silk, how would he have come looking for us?"
Zhou Jiming shrank back somewhat guiltily. How could he, someone who had been in close contact with Bai Ling, not recognize something that even Liu Mingyuan could notice?
"So what? What makes you think I brought that white silk here? Maybe it's been eyeing this place for a while. Besides, you're saying that the white silk came to you because of me, which doesn't make sense. Why doesn't it come to me?"
Liu Mingyuan choked, and finally, he snorted coldly and said, "I can't be bothered to argue with you!"
After saying that, he covered his neck, turned around and left, then plopped down next to the campfire, looking somewhat fierce but actually cowardly.
"cut!"
Zhou Jiming did the same; he glanced at Liu Mingyuan, then turned and sat down opposite the campfire.
“The white silk must have slipped in while we were away. We should check again,” Shao Yanzhe said.
"It's alright. That white silk is too cunning. We'll just have to be careful."
Wen Yanqing said seriously that he did not think it was Shao Yanzhe's problem.
"That's right, Brother Shao has already gone to great lengths to find us a place to rest. As for some other minor issues that don't really matter, they're not important."
Zhou Jiming nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes! It's all that white silk's fault!"
"Alright, it's getting late, everyone should get some rest!"
Only then did everyone belatedly realize their physical exhaustion, and they all nodded and went back to rest.
Liu Mingyuan, however, dared not fall asleep again, so he got up and kept watch with Shao Yanzhe.
The campfire crackled and burned the firewood that had been brought in. He stared at the raging flames in front of him, lost in thought, seemingly preoccupied with something.
"Brother Liu?" Shao Yanzhe called out.
But Liu Mingyuan, lost in thought, didn't hear it until he was nudged, which brought him back to his senses.
"Brother Shao, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Why don't you go and rest for a while?"
"It's alright, no need."
Liu Mingyuan couldn't help but think of that very vivid dream from before, and he became somewhat dejected. He picked up a tree branch at his feet, snapped it off with force, and threw it into the campfire in front of him.
The few branches were consumed by the fiercely burning campfire, which made it impossible for him to pretend that nothing had happened. The bitterness in his heart welled up and he had to express it.
"Brother Shao, do you think I'm capable of passing the imperial examination?"
Shao Yanzhe spoke frankly: "With Brother Liu's current knowledge, I'm afraid it will be somewhat difficult."
Upon hearing this, Liu Mingyuan couldn't help but smile wryly: "Brother Shao, you are truly frank. Indeed, I'm afraid I won't even be able to finish the first exam this time. I really envy you. You are exceptionally talented and learn everything very quickly, while I need much more time to memorize and understand in order to fully master it."
Shao Yanzhe looked at him and said, "Brother Liu, instead of thinking about these things and complaining, you should take advantage of this time to study hard. Maybe you'll have a better chance."
Liu Mingyuan was speechless for a moment, and couldn't say the rest of his words.
"Okay! I'll start studying hard from tomorrow!"
After he finished speaking, he felt that what he had just experienced was nothing, so he stood up, walked back, and went to sleep.
Shao Yanzhe glanced at him, took out the jade hairpin pen, and gently touched the bodies of the group to create a protective layer for them. Only then did he look at Xuan Yao, who was squinting to the side.
"Xuan Yao, do you know what that white ribbon was just now?"
It can talk, move freely, and seems to be quite intelligent, but it has no flesh and blood.
This was the first time he had ever seen something so special.
Xuan Yao opened his eyes, licked his forelimbs, and a thoughtful look flashed in his golden-black eyes before he said somewhat uncertainly, "That white silk is probably a spiritual object, but its true form is just a piece of white silk."
Has the white silk come to life?
Shao Yanzhe seemed to be deep in thought. All things have a spirit. This world is so special that it is not impossible for a situation like Bai Ling's to occur.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Yao continued, "That white silk should not have developed its own intelligence on its own. It should have developed its intelligence over many years under certain conditions."
“I once sensed resentment from that white silk. Logically speaking, as a spiritual being, its aura should be extremely pure, and it shouldn’t have any resentment at all!”
Shao Yanzhe frowned. He didn't know why the white silk was in this state.
Just then, he suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing over his head, and then a white silk ribbon abruptly fell from above.
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