Chapter 173 Secret 04
The change came so suddenly that no one could react.
The next second, Jiang Yuelu frowned and stood up. Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan appeared beside him almost one step ahead of him. The three of them immediately became alert and guarded, their eyes fixed on Mo Zhixian while observing whether there was anything unusual inside the shrine.
Tong Mian usually attended classes at the academy, and he and Mo Zhixian saw each other all the time, so they had some friendship as classmates. At this moment, staring at his cracked face, he felt complicated and shocked, and could hardly utter a complete sentence.
Leng Wenhan was calmer and carefully examined Mo Zhixian's wound. "No blood, no bones."
Tong Mian didn’t understand, “…what?”
"It means that he is not a human." Jiang Yuelu recalled the moments she had spent with Mo Zhixian along the way. It was hard to imagine that he was just an empty shell inside.
After hearing that it was not a human, Tong Mian picked up his conscience as a witch doctor and went over to pull out the "head" that was split into two halves.
The touch is familiar.
"That's right." He turned around, a little excited, "This is a trick! We have all been fooled."
"When wizards catch ghosts, they sometimes use a scarecrow or a wooden man as a stand-in. Generally speaking, the stand-in's level is the same as their own."
Tong Mian explained: "Some students cast high-intensity witchcraft on their substitutes, but their own abilities are not enough to support it. If they really encounter such a situation, failing the exam is a good thing, but if they are attacked back, they are doomed."
"Being able to create a realistic stand-in puppet is already amazing, but this one is so vivid and lifelike that it can even imitate a person's tone and expression..." Tong Mian had a new understanding of Mo Zhixian's abilities.
I knew he was good, but I didn't expect him to be this good.
"Why would he do this?" Tong Mian paused after realizing it belatedly: "Don't you trust us?"
Jiang Yuelu: “It’s possible.”
Tong Mian was dissatisfied: "Why is he like this!"
Jiang Yuelu: "That's normal, we don't trust him either."
Tong Mian was speaking up for him, "But you brought him into the shrine, and you promised to help him."
Jiang Yuelu wanted to laugh. "We don't know each other. We haven't even said a word to each other. It's not like we've been through life and death together. It's reasonable for you not to believe me."
"Okay." Tong Mian said sullenly.
Jiang Yuelu smiled and said, "You don't have to be too angry. Although I brought him into the shrine, I still had some reservations. Here, his authority is not as great as yours and Wenhan's."
"Besides...what I'm more concerned about now is not why he doesn't believe me, but why he does this."
Jiang Yuelu thought he was very good at judging people.
Although he was not familiar with Mo Zhixian, judging from this man's previous behavior, there was no reason or excuse for him to suddenly do this in the middle of a meeting.
To scare them?
Mo Zhixian couldn't be that naive.
While they were talking, Leng Wenhan used a wooden stick to pick up a barely perceptible silk thread from the table. The taut thread glowed with a cold silver light. He turned around and handed it to Jiang Yuelu.
"Thread? How could there be a thread here?" Tong Mian saw Jiang Yuelu shaking his head and saying that it was not something in his shrine, and turned around to look at the head that was cut in half.
"Could it be... that this thread cut the puppet stand-in?" Tong Mian's scalp tingled and he didn't dare to get too close, for fear that the silver thread would cut his head and face in half.
Leng Wenhan didn't think so. He turned the silk thread over and looked at it carefully several times, then raised his head and said with a firm tone, "It can't be wrong. It's a zither string."
Jiang Yuelu: "Strings?"
Leng Wenhan nodded.
Tong Mian exclaimed, "...Isn't Mo Zhixian's magic weapon the zither? I heard that their Mo family is a clan that loves to please the gods, and in ancient times they used specially composed sacred music to praise the gods."
"Like your Leng family's magic wand, his harp is also passed down from ancient times. It is said that the strings of the harp are distinct, and the movement or stillness of the harp can kill people without them even being seen."
The Mo family has been the most elegant family since ancient times.
They have a high opinion of themselves, but their music is too high-brow for the masses, so they would rather live in seclusion and hone their musical skills than be like gods descending to earth and being tainted by the slightest bit of worldly air.
Therefore, when Tong Mian and the others learned that the Mo family had produced a person like Mo Zhixian, they were very surprised.
Mo Zhixian was rigid and stubborn, unlike his romantic and ignorant elders who talked about boring theories all the time. In addition, the Mo family never paid attention to the affairs assigned to the family by Dean Kong. They just wanted to enjoy the sound of the piano. They were a group of weird people who were still dreaming of pleasing the gods in an era when witchcraft was barren and the gods were sleeping.
Only Mo Zhixian is a freak.
He actually became the president of the student union, and handled all the matters that the elders found boring and tedious in an orderly manner.
Perhaps because he had never considered Mo Zhixian as a member of the Mo family, Tong Mian was stunned as he looked at the string, "He can actually play the piano... That's not right."
"Mo Zhixian's strings cut through his substitute?" Tong Mian was even more confused. "The magic weapon of the Mo family should not fall into the hands of outsiders. And even if we take a step back and say that Mo Zhixian's strings were lost, there is no reason for others to use them against us..."
Besides, this trick is too useless. How can it kill a "living person"?
What is the purpose?
Just to scare them in the middle of the night?
Jiang Yuelu looked at the thin string and suddenly hummed, "Wenhan, bring it closer so I can see it."
Leng Wenhan had no idea what he was going to do, but he did it anyway.
The silver wire was extremely translucent, and after it was stretched tight, one could almost hear a clanging sound. Tong Mian was still worried and wanted Jiang Yuelu to be more careful, but he saw that after he got close to the strings, he closed his eyes, his body froze in place, as if he was listening to divine music, his lips curled up, with a leisurely smile, so Tong Mian was stunned where he stood.
At this moment, Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan felt reality for the first time.
Although Jiang Yuelu had decorated this place like an ordinary room, it did not change its nature as a shrine. A shrine is also a thing of the gods, and as a thing of the gods, it has the aura of the gods.
The scene before them was like a god closing his eyes and listening to the music, causing the two of them to hold their breath unconsciously.
After looking at each other, they saw astonishment in each other's eyes: they had seen this scene a long time ago.
Even if it was a fragment glimpsed in panic and fear, it will be unforgettable for every witch student.
And the feeling at that moment was also taught by their teachers to be kept in mind at all times.
"The moment of divine enlightenment is extremely precious in every student's life. You must remember the feeling of this moment, and try to get closer to the perception of this moment in your life. Only then can you get one step closer to the world of gods..."
At this moment, in the shrine.
Jiang Yuelu closed her eyes tightly.
Looking at this comrade who had fought alongside them and the brother who always took good care of them.
They recalled the fear, excitement and obsession they had felt at the moment of divine enlightenment many years ago.
It was unknown how long it was before Jiang Yuelu opened his eyes. He confirmed his discovery and was about to tell them when he turned around and saw the two of them standing there in a daze.
"……What's wrong?"
Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan came to their senses at this point and broke out in cold sweats, but when Jiang Yuelu asked them what had happened, they were at a loss for words.
No matter how hard they tried to recall, they could no longer remember the feeling at that moment.
Jiang Yuelu felt strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He had more important things to do. He pointed at the string, a little excited, and spoke faster unconsciously: "It's playing, can you hear it?"
This sounds strange. There is only one string, and no one is plucking it, so how can it "play" the sound by itself?
But Leng Wenhan and Tong Mian had seen a lot of strange things since childhood, so they were not surprised at the moment. Moreover, after what happened just now, they dared not underestimate the strings left by Mo Zhixian. They all moved closer to listen, and really heard a faint vibration coming into their ears, one after another, rapid and ferocious, and each sound was complaining.
"Why...why does this sound like someone talking?" Tong Mian said.
"The only people who can use the strings to speak are the Mo family."
Leng Wenhan explained to Jiang Yuelu: "The Mo family's witchcraft is related to music."
"Is it considered a family private school?" Jiang Yuelu asked. He knew that these witchcraft families were quite secretive.
Tong Mian shook his head. "Let's put it this way. We can't leave clues with the strings of the zither like this. But the academy does have a witch music class after all. I can at least know what he left behind with the sound of the zither."
While Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan were working together to decipher the sound of the piano, Jiang Yuelu fell into deep thought.
Why did Mo Zhixian go to such lengths?
He was so fast that he destroyed the puppet substitute without thinking and left. Then he left an obvious message with the strings for them to find.
No matter how you look at it, it seems to have far-reaching implications.
He came here tonight, first to exchange information with me, and second to ask me to help save people. His plea just now was very sincere, and it seemed that he really wanted to save the child of the Wu family... So there was no need for him to run away halfway and offend me.
Could it be that... he was forced to do so?
Jiang Yuelu looked at the puppet stand-in that was cruelly split in half, and knew how decisive Mo Zhixian was at that time. It was undoubtedly very laborious to make such an exquisite stand-in, but he gave up without thinking. It can only be said that Mo Zhixian had a premonition of a situation that was more dangerous than losing the puppet.
What could be more dangerous than the president of the student union breaking the rules and privately discussing the rescue of prisoners?
"Got it!" Tong Mian shouted.
Jiang Yuelu stopped thinking and walked forward, "What did he leave behind?"
Tong Mian wiped the sweat from his forehead and started coughing violently just as he was about to speak. He quickly pushed Leng Wenhan out and said, "Cough, cough, cough. I'm sick again. Cough, cough, cough..."
Along with Tong Mian's heart-wrenching cough, Jiang Yuelu heard clearly the last words Mo Zhixian left for them.
"I'm in the Devil Slayer Prison, and I can't get away to meet you."
"If the substitute is destroyed, it means that something has changed in the Ghost Killing Prison tonight."
Tong Mian coughed bitterly and said weakly, "That's it? ...That's it?"
Leng Wenhan: "There's one more thing. He said, you promised to save him."
Tong Mian was weak and angry. "Who to save? What on earth was he talking about... He only left three meaningless sentences, and this made this great doctor waste so much energy. I am so angry!"
Jiang Yuelu suddenly laughed, "What a smart man."
To be honest, Tong Mian and Leng Wenhan were a little scared when they saw him smile now, "..."
"That Wu family kid is being held in the Devil Killing Prison, right?"
Tong Mian nodded.
"That's right." Jiang Yuelu smiled and said, "He calculated that someone would kill Guitou Xiaowu, so he deliberately stood guard tonight. On the surface, he was bargaining with us and exchanging information, but in fact, he was unknowingly leading us into the game. Look, we have already boarded his pirate ship."
Throw out the first secret to pique their interest.
If they want to hear the next secret, they have to go to the Demon Prison and lend a helping hand to him who is trapped.
The ghost head Xiaowu whom he wanted to rescue was also in the ghost-killing prison. Their participation would undoubtedly become a major variable on the road to rescue. This move could be said to kill two birds with one stone.
After his explanation, Tong Mian finally understood and flew into a rage, "Mo Zhixian, this bastard with a black heart, is always so rude when he deducts points from me, but why is he calculating against me now?"
"What kind of prison is this for killing ghosts? We won't go there!"
"Go, why not." Jiang Yuelu waved his hand, and the realm of the shrine disappeared. The three of them returned to the quiet back mountain pavilion again.
Breathing the slightly cool air late at night, my mood improved a lot.
Jiang Yuelu stood in the moonlight with a smile in his eyes, looking at the academy not far away. His eyes were as clear as a baby who had just woken up.
His melancholy tone was like the gentle night breeze.
"It's been a long time since we last met, the academy and the deans."
"They must have been living a very comfortable life these days, how could they be so peaceful?" He turned around and looked at Leng Wenhan who was supporting Tong Mian, "Luo Yinguan, Leng family."
"Witch doctor, Tong family."
Then he smiled at the person who was somewhere in the void and said, "And you."
"Are we really going to rob the prison?" Tong Mian said weakly, "That's the prison for killing ghosts. It's a prison that has been strictly guarded by runes left by several generations of deans. It's said that not even a single evil ghost can be released. It's difficult for us to get in quietly, let alone rob two people out."
"Let's give up this idea..."
"No. It doesn't count." Jiang Yuelu smiled and said, "I have a way."
Leng Wenhan looked at Jiang Yuelu and couldn't help but clench his fists.
Just now, when the shrine was probing the strings, Jiang Yuelu seemed to have undergone an irreversible change after she closed her eyes and opened them again. He looked at Jiang Yuelu like this and always felt a little strange.
Leng Wenhan felt that the faint smile on his lips was very annoying and he wanted to wipe it off with his own hands. However, in his heart, there was a fear that even surprised himself, which made him unable to say a word or do a single thing in the face of Jiang Yuelu.
Only Tong Mian, who was carefree, hadn't noticed yet. "What can you do?"
Jiang Yuelu just smiled and nodded, and a familiar voice sounded in the void.
The voice was no longer polite and distant as before, but was faintly trembling with joy and huge piety. "You finally called me, Lord God."
"I have waited for you for too long, too long..."
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