Chapter 120 Nezha, I actually miss you so much...
A cold breath sprayed against Wang Tian's earlobe, and a soft embrace pressed against his back.
Apart from the tent where Wang Tian and his "deceased wife" were located, there was no sense of ambiguity in their intimate contact.
The reflection in the candlestick made his eyes tremble with horror. That pale, bluish face drew closer to him, resting intimately on the crook of his neck. But the skin seemed about to sag, as if it couldn't quite fit against his face. His "deceased wife" would sometimes reach out to support her face, and sometimes her slender fingers, withered by death, would climb up his back.
Wang Tian felt her fingertips seep into his skin, like a breath escaping his lips, causing the tissue beneath to taut. The veins on his body bulged, rising wildly from his back along with goosebumps, reaching his almost bulging eyes. But then, his "deceased wife" spoke. She whispered, softly, "Husband..."
The voice belonged to a beautiful woman, to a cat, but it did not belong to his deceased wife.
Wang Tian remained unmoved, his consciousness returning somewhat. He carefully moved his hand, holding the talisman in his bosom between his fingers. As he moved, he noticed that his "deceased wife's" face seemed to have fallen further. The skin, like paper with poorly applied paste, tossed and turned in the faint chilly wind. His "deceased wife" seemed annoyed and stopped trying to hold it up. She let the skin be lifted, revealing the blurred expression beneath. The hand that had left her face went back into her throat, stirring and digging. His "deceased wife" adjusted her voice again and again, the words "husband" flowing out in ever-changing tones.
Until a certain shout was enough to move Wang Tian.
The man's expression shifted slightly, and the woman, thinking her voice matched his, assumed her words. Her face relaxed, and she smiled as she leaned closer to Wang Tian: "Husband..."
Wang Tian held the talisman in his hand, a thought flashing through his mind: "Why have you come looking for me?"
The deceased wife said softly, "If you had no regrets towards me, how could you possibly see me again?"
Her hand almost touched Wang Tian's heart, her face blurring with his words. His "deceased wife" scolded him, "You're only afraid of ghosts knocking on your door because you've done something wrong."
But as soon as she finished speaking, her expression changed drastically. Wang Tian suddenly closed his eyes tightly and pressed the folded talisman against the back of his neck!
The cinnabar on the talisman was illuminated by golden light, and the entire tent was instantly filled with a bright light.
Nezha rolled off the bed, his Wind-Fire Wheels, smelling the demonic scent, reached the bedside before his shoes could react. Pingyu made a hand seal and transformed into a rainbow, rushing towards the cooks' camp.
A light and a flame arrived almost simultaneously, and the moment they landed, they became two people staring at each other.
Seeing that she wasn't sleepy, Pingyu and Nezha both hesitated for a moment. However, the matter of exorcising the demon was more important, so Nezha lifted the curtain to open a passage for her: "Let's go inside and talk."
Golden light streamed from inside the tent to outside, accompanied by a surge of demonic energy that churned into raging waves. Ping Yu had barely entered when she heard a loud "Aow!" Wang Tian, who had fallen to the ground, cried out "Lord Ping Yu!" and lunged forward. In a state of extreme terror, a person's potential is astounding; Wang Tian's speed was even faster than many novice cultivators. However, she didn't need to dodge; someone stepped forward to stop her. The young man following closely behind stretched out his hand, easily halting the man in mid-air. Wang Tian was held in Nezha's hand, and the army's fiend asked expressionlessly, "Where is the demon?"
Pingyu and Wang Tian looked at the bed together. Wang Tian said timidly, "Lord Nezha, I have suppressed the ghost in place as you instructed."
Pingyu also saw the golden light on the bed transform into a cage, imprisoning a demon with only half a face inside.
If what Nezha said is true, then this demon disguised as a peasant woman is "Gui." Gui has no hair; her head is smooth and rugged. Hearing the immortal's visit, she straightened her bent neck. The demonic aura covering her face dissipated, revealing her terrifying face, like a child playing a game of Huarong Road, each feature appearing in unexpected places. Because she hadn't eaten Wang Tian's food, the woman's face resembled a tattered cloth hanging on the wall, haphazardly wrinkling downwards at the edges.
Now that the talisman had subdued the demon, Pingyu wanted to finish the battle quickly. She gripped the hilt of her sword, preparing to draw the blade from its sheath. But Nezha's next words froze Pingyu's hand in place.
He lowered his voice and asked her softly, "Can you see?"
What can you see?
In the blink of an eye, Pingyu realized something.
Nezha added, "I only sensed demonic energy."
Nezha, you can't see the ghost.
The immortal's voice was very soft; it could keep out mortals but not demons.
In the boy's eyes, the tent was filled with purple demonic energy, while the golden cage made of talismans was empty.
The mouth located in the "eyes" of the goat is stretched out in an arc, like the crack of a pistachio.
She said to Pingyu, "Can you see me?"
The demon in the cage darted its eyes between Ping Yu and Nezha, making a sticky, pulling sound as it tore at something. In the brief moment between its shifting gazes, it ripped off the drooping skin from both sides of the face. Comparing the two men's stunningly beautiful faces, it tossed the clump of skin in its hand to the ground: "Ugly, I don't want it."
The demon eats human hearts to fill its belly and steals faces for beauty. Since there are better options, it rejects such methods. Wang Tian wanted to retrieve his deceased wife's face from the cage, but hesitated because the demon still existed. The demon, muttering to itself, raised its hand. Its form, no longer resembling Wang Tian's "deceased wife," became thin and grim, like a broken, withered branch covered in tumors. It slowly raised its hand, its long, sharp nails pointing at Ping Yu's nose, saying, "You have wronged him."
The next second, the sharp nail pressed against Pingyu's cheek.
A demon-sealing talisman can only lock one ghost at a time. What Gui threw down was a dead man's face, imbued with deathly aura, naturally capable of transforming into a demon and taking its place. Gui's words shattered Ping Yu's thoughts, which he had been desperately trying to suppress on the bed, and he inadvertently fell into her trap. Gui feeds on guilt, thus gaining insight into people's hearts. No matter how hidden the old thoughts, she can dig them out cleanly, leaving not a trace. Nezha felt the demonic aura rushing towards him and immediately raised his scepter to exorcise it. Gui saw that this person possessed profound divine power, capable of easily obliterating her, and wanted to escape. But the closer she got to Nezha, the more her greed arose from his face. The desires of demons are deeper than those of humans and immortals; she could not relinquish her craving and decided to take the risk and conspire with him.
Pingyu's vital point was suppressed, and she dared not move for a moment. She cast a glance at Nezha, while Gui stretched out his neck like a snake and coiled around Nezha.
Even though he couldn't see the demon, Nezha still had a way to kill her. His Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) flashed out, precisely wrapping around Gui's neck. Gui, struggling to breathe, could only whisper in Nezha's ear, "Little immortal, do you like this woman beside you?"
Nezha remained silent, and the Hun Tian Ling tightened even more.
She continued haltingly, "But beautiful women are all imposters. You are so fond of her, yet she feels guilty towards you! She did something to wrong you. Do you want to know what it is?"
Nezha turned his head and stared at the air. He couldn't see Gui, yet he was looking at Gui. His gaze was directed in Pingyu's direction, but not on her.
Pingyu is puzzled: Why hasn't Nezha made a move yet?
Normally, he wouldn't give a demon time to ramble on.
Pingyu and Gui saw the boy's lips part and then close again: "Why should I believe you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the magic ribbon loosened. Seeing that her plan had succeeded, the demon quickly retracted her neck. She first put on a show, and the demonic magic landed on the girl's body with a light touch of her finger.
The moment the magical light enveloped Pingyu's body, she lowered her head. Nezha's body went limp; the girl, who had previously been wary of him, suddenly opened her arms and embraced him. Pingyu, her body locked around his waist, pressed her forehead against his chest. Strands of hair obscured the girl's expression, but her clear voice softened, tinged with a sob: "Nezha..."
She said, "Actually, I miss you a lot."
Their bodies touched, their spiritual energy intertwined and connected. Nezha reached out and stroked Pingyu's hair, pulling her into his embrace. A blue light, symbolizing her spiritual energy, shone in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the side.
The demonic mist dissipated in Nezha's eyes, and the demon hidden within it was finally seen by him.
He chuckled: I've found you.
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