Chapter 205 Qingbao can actually use her magic weapon?
"Kill me, kill me..."
Qingxuan was scorched; the ghost fire was both cold and hot, causing him excruciating pain.
They repeatedly tore at his soul, torturing him.
Watching helplessly as I was swallowed up, disappeared, and vanished in despair.
Si He laughed and cried at the same time.
In the instant Qingxuan finally disappeared.
She closed her eyes and fainted backward.
The Heavenly Stele Sword in his hand disappeared, and his clothes turned white.
"Mother—" Qingbao dropped the tea in her hand and transformed into black mist to help her mother lie down slowly on the ground.
Tang Chen felt dizzy and slowly sat down, leaning against the tree trunk. He was covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled.
Of all the people here, only Qingbao, the little baby, can walk and jump.
Looking at her shattered subordinates, Qingbao's small face showed a sense of vicissitude after achieving great things.
"Alas~ Although it is said that those who achieve great things are not afraid of bloodshed and tears, Xiao Chen, why does it hurt this overlord to see you injured?"
Tang Chen's eyelids twitched. "I really don't have time to mess around with you. If we don't go back for treatment, we'll all die here."
Before them, adults were scattered everywhere, some unconscious, some crippled, and they were actually relying on a little baby to take them back.
Tang Chen gave a self-deprecating bitter smile.
He handed the umbrella to Qingbao.
"You can hide someone inside the umbrella without it being outside; I wish you could use that..."
Qingbao took the umbrella with bright eyes. "You're giving your magic weapon to this overlord, does that mean you acknowledge my ability to manage you? Xiao Chen, are you going to completely submit to this overlord?"
Tang Chen frowned, "I just hope that when we get back, you can keep your promise and undo the formation inside me!"
She had no desire to collude with a mentally challenged child with brain problems!
This falling out with Qingxuan was not part of her plan, but it happened sooner because of Qingbao.
Although the outcome was good, if Sihe hadn't appeared in time, they would all have died here.
She was leaving Qingbao and returning to Ming County to cultivate her spiritual practice while also paying respects to her ancestors.
Qingbao was stunned for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "This overlord naturally keeps his word. How are you going to use this umbrella?"
"I don't have the power to use it right now. Wait for me to recover." Tang Chen closed her eyes and meditated, not expecting Qing Bao to be able to use her magic weapon.
Qingbao disagreed, raising one eyebrow, "Waiting for you to recover? That'll be a long time coming. Can't this thing just be turned on?"
“That’s true, but…” Tang Chen’s lips curled into a mocking smile, “but the umbrella that never leaves my side is the embodiment of my husband’s soul. He only obeys my commands. You? Don’t even think about it.”
"I refuse to believe it!" Qingbao grabbed the umbrella handle and pushed it upwards with her little hand.
Tang Chen's smile froze, and she almost exploded!
"You, you, you! How did you manage to open my inseparable umbrella?!"
The umbrella is the spirit of her husband, and no one who is not related to her could possibly open it!
Qingbao opened it, then closed it again; opened it again, then closed it again.
He did it back and forth more than ten times, his movements even smoother than those of an ordinary umbrella.
"It just opens with a push, doesn't it? Do you need any special techniques?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? You only take orders from me? Have you gone mad from your cultivation?"
"This judge never takes these things seriously. If I can't open it, I'll burn it with a burst of ghost fire."
"You've given it the nerve?"
With a whoosh, Qingbao opened the umbrella again.
She held up an umbrella and walked back and forth under the tree twice.
The fantasy is of a light-hearted girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering in a long, rainy alley.
But the reality is...
She was a chubby little girl whose face was blackened by fire, barely reaching other people's knees, yet she held up a pure white umbrella. Her chubby feet stomped on the ground, making a thumping sound, like a black coal demon coming to take lives.
The sheer eeriness of the scene once again shattered Tang Chen's worldview.
Tang Chen stared at her, speechless, his face blank.
No, her magic weapon, her husband, why do they listen to Qingbao so much?
"Ah Zhan, are you still alive?"
A man's voice suddenly came from the umbrella ribs above Qingbao's head, "I'm still here."
Startled, Qingbao threw the umbrella down in front of Tang Chen, exclaiming in horror, "Good heavens! There's a ghost in the umbrella!!!"
Tang Chen: ...
Umbrella: ? ? ?
Tang Chen took a deep breath. "Aren't you the judge?"
What is the judge afraid of?
Who understands? Meeting someone like Qingbao is like erasing all the sins she committed in her past life, okay?
"Judge, you can't be scared! Oh dear, this ghost is too cunning. It deliberately hid in the umbrella to scare me. Let's see how I judge it!"
Qingbao stomped her little chubby foot, ready to use the power of the judge.
Tang Chen interrupted, "Alright, use it if you can, but hurry back, Fu Tu is about to die!"
I can't take it anymore. Can't we just send a bolt of lightning and kill her?
That way she can become a ghost with her husband!
Qingbao picked up Buli's umbrella and opened it while muttering to herself.
He threw the people all over the ground and said, "Please gather them up, thank you."
Umbrella: "You're quite polite."
The words were spoken.
Tang Chen, Si He, and Fu Tu all transformed into a beam of light and entered the umbrella.
Qingbao, holding the umbrella, left the place.
"I have to say, it's really convenient."
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Cultivators and mortals are not allowed to enter the River of Oblivion.
Qingbao brought them all back to the Princess's Mansion.
Xia Jingheng and the Emperor had been waiting there for a long time.
As soon as Qingbao came back.
The Emperor's pupils dilated in shock. "You audacious fiend, how dare you impersonate a judge? Take this kick!"
"I'm not impersonating anyone, I am Qingbao." Qingbao's big eyes darted around, and she raised her face, her round face exuding a domineering aura.
"Nonsense, Qingbao isn't as dark-skinned as you!" The Emperor said, his face full of disbelief.
Qingbao walked straight home, saying, "You don't need to believe me. Just wait for the late emperor to come up from underground and beat you up."
The Emperor was startled and quickly caught up with Qingbao.
"My dear Qingbao, I was just joking with you. Were you burned? How did you end up like this? Who burned you? Or did you suffer from alopecia areata?"
Her hair stood on end like a sea urchin, and she answered impatiently:
"Which devil is so bold as to shave this judge's head?"
Xia Jingheng followed.
Then Qingbao opened the umbrella and let the three people inside out.
Fu Tu is a person in a state of emptiness and unconsciousness.
This was also the first time Xia Jingheng had met him.
A strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, making him feel a sense of empathy.
What happened?
He slowly clutched his chest, his face a mixture of emotions.
"Is this the senior brother of your mother that Elder Gua mentioned?" Xia Jingheng asked Qingbao.
Qingbao patted his shoulder with one hand and sighed deeply, "Jingheng, you've grown up. You can even guess his identity."
Xia Jingheng: ...
Isn't it obvious?
Of the three, only one was a man!
After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Does your mother like him very much?"
Qingbao said solemnly, "I'll protect him with my life!"
Although she didn't know what Fuling had gone through a thousand years ago, she must have been in despair as the only survivor of the Guamen sect to return to the sect.
Fuling must have died after experiencing something terrible to become a vengeful ghost.
Her death was most likely for Fu Tu's sake...
Now that Mother has awakened her spiritual consciousness, she will naturally protect her senior brother.
Protecting it with one's life is no exaggeration.
Xia Jingheng's gaze was complicated as he slowly lowered his hand from his chest.
He seemed to have glimpsed some more of the truth.
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