Chapter 69 Nezha is dead
"Miss!"
The woman in green stood outside the door and called out to the inside.
She looked anxious, biting her lip as she peered inside through the glued-up window.
The girl's shadow lay motionless on the bed, the blankets wrapped around her like a mound. Faced with the slave girl's cries, Pingyu closed his eyes, covered his ears with a pillow, and pretended to be asleep.
She didn't want to talk.
not at all!
Knowing Pingyu was awake, Green Robe paced back and forth with the tray in her hand. "I know you have no appetite, so I specially asked the cook to prepare some sweet soup. Miss, you haven't eaten all day. What if you ruin your health by starving yourself!"
Pingyu still did not answer.
"Miss!"
Seeing that the girl in green was lingering outside and wouldn't leave, Pingyu had no choice but to sit up. A soft voice came from behind the door, and the girl finally replied: "Keep it warm in the kitchen, I'll use it later."
Six days have passed since she returned. She fainted from hunger in her room several times, requiring the physician to be stationed at the mansion. This is the first time Pingyu has proactively expressed a desire to eat. Green Robe was overjoyed and had no reason to refuse: "Then this servant will wait outside the courtyard. Just call me if you need anything, Miss!"
The bowl of sweet soup was served, and Green Robe thought inappropriately: If the Third Prince were here, it wouldn't be difficult to get the young lady to eat properly.
well……
Unfortunately, he died.
After dismissing Green Robe, Pingyu crawled out of bed. She lifted the covers and looked out the window. The sky was no longer clouded by the dense clouds of the past few days, and even the water stains on the ground had evaporated under the blazing sun. Not a trace of rain remained, as if Chentang Pass had always been bathed in sunshine.
It's a bit too peaceful.
The girl thought expressionlessly: If this continues, they will forget who sacrificed their blood and flesh to bring about this sunny day.
No one could believe that the invincible Third Prince was really dead. Just a moment ago he was using the Universe Ring to repel the dragon soldiers who were bullying men and women, and in the blink of an eye he was a corpse torn apart from his bones.
It's unclear whether his last words angered Li Jing and Lady Yin, but they offered little explanation. They were unwilling to reveal the truth and grant Nezha a good reputation, yet they also worried that spreading the lie about him causing trouble would incur punishment from Taiyi Zhenren.
Silence is the best response.
The slaves of the Li family stole Nezha's body, and the Taoist priest who was invited to bury him put him into a crudely made wooden coffin and buried him hastily.
Pingyu wanted to dig up the grave and steal the person, but she was discovered by the guarding slaves as soon as she arrived.
Stealing a coffin is dishonorable, and the two men brushed it off by saying the children were just being naive.
Lin Dong and Xue Yue'e had some reservations about the actions of Li Jing and his wife, but they kept quiet about it and silently shut down the Yorozuya (Everything Shop).
The accumulation of several events has created a subtle rift between the two parties.
Pingyu felt that Nezha's death might be her fault.
If he hadn't insisted on starting the Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop), Nezha wouldn't have been entrusted with a task by the twins, nor would he have encountered those unreasonable dragons of the East Sea. But reason refutes emotion; this line of thinking is actually wrong.
Regardless of the version of the myth or any derivative work, Nezha will drown in the Nine Bends River, using his spirit and flesh to nourish the lotus.
Taiyi Zhenren is right, this is the river destined for Nezha.
He cannot get through it, nor can he overcome it.
The young hero's death caused only a brief stir in Chen Tang Pass. People mourned for two days, and then no one mentioned it again. Just as it was reasonable for Nezha to die for them. The life of the powerful and virtuous does not belong to him alone; it has already been distributed to every resident of Chen Tang Pass.
In the hearts of the people of Chentang Pass, Nezha is a saint.
Therefore, he deserves to live for them and die for them.
Thinking of this, Pingyu began to sulk. She pounded her fist on her bed, wanting to denounce the injustice of fate. But when her arm slammed down, there wasn't the terrifying thud she had imagined.
What rang out was a comical "plop plop" sound.
Pingyu: ?
What happened...?
His hand didn't hurt; it was supported by something soft, cradling his fist and wrist. Pingyu looked down and discovered that his hand was actually being supported by a pillow.
There was only one pillow on the cot, and she clearly remembered that it was at the head of the bed, not at the foot.
A wave of terror surged from my head to my toes like an electric current, and cold sweat poured out of my body.
Who dragged this pillow here?
At that moment, the window against the wall was blown open a crack.
A gentle breeze brushed against the back of the girl's neck, raising goosebumps.
She lived such a good life while Nezha was around that Pingyu almost forgot she had summoned a ghost.
She slowly withdrew her hand from the pillow, cautiously surveying the room. The spacious room was filled with dazzling jewels, their brilliance almost eerying in the eerie atmosphere of the previous encounter. The room was empty except for Pingyu; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. She could only listen to her own breathing and heartbeat. Silence crawled over her like ants, pricking every hair on her body.
Without the suppression of Nezha's spiritual power, Pingyu's ghost-attracting constitution was slowly recovering. The calmer the room was, the more uneasy she felt, sensing an uncomfortable sense of unease.
Suddenly, she heard something fall.
A very faint sound came from Pingyu's wardrobe.
She: Holy crap!
The wardrobe moved, I'm done playing!
The girl suddenly jumped off the tatami mat and confronted the wardrobe that had closed again. She mustered her courage and took a step forward.
Is it... dragon scales?
The dragon scale that Nezha took off and gave to her, belonging to Ao Bing, has been kept by Ping Yu in a dressing box in the cabinet ever since they returned.
Dragon scales are believed to ward off evil spirits.
Pingyu couldn't tell for a moment whether it had fallen out because it was protected by an exorcism or because a ghost had pulled it out.
She tried to pick up the dragon scale, as if stealing a treasure. The moment she got it, Pingyu rushed out the door. The door was kicked open with a loud crash, and she didn't notice the teacup on the table being overturned.
Clear water pooled on the table, forming a thin layer. At the same time, the moment the girl stepped out the door, the curtains inside the room were suddenly lifted by a strong gust of wind.
Behind the curtain, lying starkly, lay a gray rat dressed in a magic robe. The rat demon's head had been brutally snapped off, the bone protruding from its neck, twisted and lifeless on the ground.
Then, the folds and contours of the curtains gradually and roughly outlined a human figure.
Water is yin, and the layer of water on the table can also serve as a mirror. The bloodied and mangled body and the human figure on the curtain are both present, standing motionless beside the girl's bed.
The shape created by the folds only lasts for a few seconds.
Until the corpse of the monster inside the house, under the scorching sun, turned into a wisp of black mist and vanished into the dust and haze.
Both the shadows and the folds in the curtains vanished as the wind subsided.
Nothing unusual was left behind.
Author's note: Don't cry, babies, the male ghost Zha (physiological level) is about to make a big appearance!
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