Chapter 175 Secret 06
Jiang Yuelu still smiled: "Don't you know who I am?"
Xia Yi didn't want to waste time talking to him, and sneered, "You thief who has taken over the magpie's nest is still lying here. Very good, if you don't admit it, I will tear you out on the spot and let you see!"
After saying that, he hooked his five fingers, and using all his strength, he grabbed the fragile and slender neck!
The boiling green fire seemed to be tainted with his anger, gushing out from his wrist, burning Jiang Yuelu so much that she let out a low cry.
When Leng Wenhan heard the voice, he rushed over. He no longer cared whether Jiang Yuelu was a stranger or familiar. He subconsciously tried to push away Xia Yi's hand, but he was swept away by his arm. He was thrown out and hit the wall with a muffled cry.
Tong Mian yelled, "You, you, you, you, why are you jumping on him now? He's going crazy right now, who dares to mess with him?"
Leng Wenhan collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood, and couldn't answer a single word.
Tong Mian stood there and looked back left and right, first at Jiang Yuelu who was being held in Xia Yi's hand with a ferocious look on his face, then at Leng Wenhan who was standing in the corner with his life or death unknown. Finally, he stomped his feet, ran to the wall, and helped the extremely embarrassed Leng Wenhan up, "Hey, are you okay!"
Suddenly, the prison was in chaos and confusion, and the previous silence was no longer there.
The Phantom Goddess who was waiting anxiously in the air revealed her true form again. Xia Yi glanced coldly at this stunning face and shouted again: "So it's you. You have been staying by his side from the beginning, and you have been waiting for this day!"
The goddess wanted to explain herself, "I..."
Xia Yi waved his arm, and another stream of angry green fire splashed out. Wherever the flame reached, even the invisible phantoms were burned with a sizzling sound, and half of the beautiful figure melted in the flames.
The faint green fire illuminated everyone's faces.
"When mortals are afraid, gods remain silent..."
Jiang Yuelu spoke with difficulty: "The second fear is the wrath of the Ghost King... It is said that in ancient times... when humans still believed in gods and feared ghosts, the things they feared the most were... these two things..."
"Haha... you little brat, you also have some of His temper..."
Xia Yi seemed to turn a deaf ear to what came out of his mouth.
He still opened his red eyes and mercilessly increased his strength. Soon, his nails cut through his skin, and scarlet blood flowed out. Jiang Yuelu was barely breathing, but still had a smile on her face, staring at him intently, "You...really want to kill me...?"
"Don't... forget... if I die... he will die too..."
"So what if he's dead?" Xia Yi stared at him, his red eyes like cold butterflies. "If he were alive, he would definitely not want to be occupied by you and do things he doesn't want to do."
Jiang Yuelu's eyes widened slightly after hearing this, and she uttered a few haha's through her clenched teeth, "You... really don't have a heart."
The sound was as weak as that of ice crystals breaking many years ago, and the crisp sound shook Xia Yi's empty chest.
As a result, his mind paused for a moment and he released the strength in his hands.
"Take advantage of now." A voice suddenly sounded not far away.
Leng Wenhan and Tong Mian turned their heads involuntarily, but they smelled a strange fragrance first, which made them feel dizzy.
A rich aroma spread in the deep prison, and a bell sounded decisively, breaking through the fragrance and pointing directly at the man and the ghost who were confronting each other.
"bite--!!!"
Leng Wenhan stood up in shock.
This invisible and visible ringing sound, with the power of a powerful talisman, was directed at Jiang Yuelu!
"Jiang Yuelu!"
"Brother Lu!"
Under the anxious gazes of Leng Wenhan and Tong Mian, Lingyin rushed towards Jiang Yuelu with murderous intent. He was unable to move in front of such a powerful killer, which meant he was doomed.
At the moment when Lingyin was about to smash the mortal body, Xia Yi turned around and swung out a scarlet sleeve light, which was a move completely opposite to Qinghuo's, but with a "ding" sound, he blocked Lingyin in the air!
The red blade and the golden bell were in a stalemate for a moment, and countless brilliant lights splashed out, igniting loud fireworks in the air.
In less than a few seconds, the dazzling gold was shattered.
"Your Highness the Ghost King has great skills. I haven't seen you for many years, but you have become even more agile."
Two figures slowly walked out of the dark corridor, one tall and one short, and coughing sounds were heard from time to time.
When their figures finally appeared in his sight, Tong Mian opened his mouth wide, "Uncle, uncle?! Why are you here?" He had forgotten that they were going to be caught by the dean if they came here to break into the prison.
Vice President Tong sat in a wheelchair and did not look at his stupid nephew. He rolled up his wide sleeves and was about to speak when he started coughing again.
Dean Kong, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but say, "I should have taken action just now. Your body is originally--"
Tong Mian reacted, "Uncle, was it you who made that ringing sound just now? That's not right... Why did you want to kill Jiang Yuelu!"
Vice President Tong: “…”
If he wasn't in a wheelchair, he would really like to slap his nephew in the face.
Vice Dean Tong raised his head, seemingly answering Dean Kong, but he was staring at the young ghost king with an ominous look, "You made a move, and it was inevitable that you would lose your sense of proportion. I made a move because I knew that he had someone to protect him today, and he would definitely not die here."
In this situation, Dean Kong was the only one who couldn't read the air at all.
He greeted the gloomy Xia Yi: "It has been so long since we parted at the negotiation that year. Now I am a middle-aged man with a wife and daughter, but you still look the same as before."
Xia Yi, who was standing at the end, was about ten steps away from them. But his cold eyes at the moment seemed to have made the distance between them seem extremely far and tragic.
He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment.
The strange chest cavity was inexplicably expanding. Originally it was empty.
That's not Jiang Yuelu.
Then how could it be Jiang Yuelu?
His hand was still holding the other's fragile neck, but he didn't want to look at the other again. If he knew more about the world, he would know that the feeling that made him unwilling to meet the other's eyes at this moment was called fear.
"When he died in front of you, didn't you feel a little sad, Xia Yi?"
The old man's words rang in his ears, and Xia Yi slowly loosened his hand.
The scarlet eyes slowly moved across, like the evening light at sunset, and fell on Jiang Yuelu's pale face that had lost its color.
Thank God, he didn't look at me with such strange eyes.
Perhaps due to excessive blood loss or other reasons, he closed his eyes and fell asleep looking tired.
Xia Yi let the person lean on his shoulder in a daze, raised his head, and returned to his calm and indifferent look.
"who is he?"
He is naturally not Jiang Yuelu, who is he?
Vice Dean Tong pushed his wheelchair and walked to the sleeping Jiang Yuelu. He looked at him for a long time with a complicated expression, then looked away. "This is a long story."
He raised his head, as if he could see through the layers of prison to the clear sky outside, the towering trees, and the gods' messengers strolling leisurely in the clouds.
Then, the unconscious Guitou Xiaowu and Mo Zhixian, the stunned Leng Wenhan and Tong Mian, and everyone in prison became witnesses of this news.
They all heard the earth-shattering words uttered by Vice President Tong.
"Our god fell into a deep sleep many years ago... But just now, although only for a moment, he woke up in Jiang Yuelu's body."
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The college's reception room is solemn and majestic, and was rebuilt from an ancient altar left over from ancient times. Even in midsummer, it is like a dark underground tunnel, with a hint of chill, so it is called the "Ice Hall" by the students.
At this moment, the "Ice Hall" has a more human touch because of the addition of outsiders, but the expressions on their faces are changeable, which makes the atmosphere here even more eerie for no reason.
Tong Mian couldn't help but sneeze and looked worriedly at the stone table not far away.
About an hour ago, my uncle brought the people in the prison to the reception room. He asked me to take care of the unconscious Mo Zhixian, Guitou Xiaowu and Leng Wenhan, while he and Dean Kong went to the other side of the stone table to negotiate the situation with the young Ghost King.
Jiang Yuelu was actually also an unconscious patient, but just as he was about to help him, Xia Yi turned around and stared at him, scaring him back.
While treating the patients, Tong Mian gradually figured out some things.
For example, why did Xia Yi fight with Jiang Yuelu without any reason in prison before; why did Leng Wenhan keep saying strange things today; all these questions were answered by his uncle's words.
——It turns out that was no longer Jiang Yuelu.
"When did it start? We've always been with him..." Tong Mian murmured as he applied medicine to Mo Zhixian, rubbing from his neck to his face. Suddenly, his gaze met with a pair of open eyes. He was stunned for a moment and then cried out, "Ah..."
Mo Zhixian quickly covered his mouth and said, "Don't scream."
Tong Mian shook his head violently, indicating that he would not scream anymore, and Mo Zhixian then let go of his hand.
"You're awake." Tong Mian was angry just looking at him. "If you hadn't insisted on us to break into the prison, how could there be such a big mess tonight? Did you know that Jiang Yuelu was in trouble? Hey, hey, are you listening to me?"
Mo Zhixian turned a deaf ear and pricked up his ears as if he was listening to something.
Tong Mian sighed, "Don't waste your time. My uncle always uses a formation when he talks. You can't hear anything they say."
Only then did Mo Zhixian look at him.
Tong Mian said, "That's more like it. Let me tell you..." Before he could finish half of his sentence, Mo Zhixian closed his eyes again, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Tong Mian was extremely angry. "Are you unreasonable? We worked so hard to come here tonight and ended up like this. Who is it for? And now you act like an outsider and refuse to say anything!"
Mo Zhixian sat up, "What do you want to hear?"
Tong Mian was startled by him, "..."
Mo Zhixian said, "Just ask whatever you want to ask. Don't talk so much. It's too noisy."
Tong Mian didn't expect the Chairman to be so easy to talk to. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Whatever I ask, will you answer it?"
Mo Zhixian: "Of course. Without your help, Guitou Xiaowu might not survive tonight. Helping him is helping me. I will definitely fulfill my previous promise."
Tong Mian sighed, "You and Guitou Xiaowu have a really good relationship."
Mo Zhixian was stunned for a moment, but shook his head, "It's not what you think. Our affairs... are very complicated. It's better not to talk about it."
Tong Mian had naturally heard about the disputes between the two families, but he was obviously more concerned about something at the moment. He couldn't wait to put down the medicine bowl, "My uncle said... that person... that person woke up in Jiang Yuelu's body. Is this true or false?"
Mo Zhixian said: "Really."
Tong Mian subconsciously asked, "How is that possible?"
Mo Zhixian looked at him: "You've spent much more time with him than I have. Do you think he's the same person tonight as he usually is?"
"I do think he's a little strange, but..." Tong Mian said with difficulty: "How could a god and a human, especially a god who has been sleeping for a long time, suddenly have a relationship? This doesn't make sense."
"What if it wasn't sudden?"
Tong Mian was stunned for a moment, "..."
Mo Zhixian coughed. "I had guessed before, when did he get in touch with that adult? After listening to what Vice Dean Tong said tonight, my guess seems to be correct."
Tong Mian exclaimed, "What guess?"
"It was your uncle who performed the surgery." Mo Zhixian said, "It was at that time that Jiang Yuelu's body became his recuperation bed."
Tong Mian was in a daze for a long time. Mo Zhixian's words dealt him a devastating blow.
Occupying a human body is also called being possessed by a ghost. It doesn't sound like a good thing, but such a thing happened to a god... and this god is the only true God that their wizards believe in to this day.
This is ridiculous…
Too many things happened tonight, but he still clearly remembered Jiang Yuelu's every word and action. No matter how he looked at it, he was far from the god he knew.
Confused thoughts filled Tong Mian's brain. He was in a daze for a long time. Finally, he found his tongue and spoke with difficulty, "But why was it Jiang Yuelu?"
Mo Zhixian suddenly laughed after hearing what he said, "Haven't you discovered it yet?"
"He has been so special all along."
yes.
In the entrance test, he surpassed many professional wizarding students and came out on top.
Then, in the copy he participated in, he was inexplicably connected to the exiled city lord.
Later, some city masters even sent him invitation letters to the ghost city directly.
What is even more incredible is that Jiang Yuelu and the Ghost King also have an unclear relationship.
"Indeed...it's very special." Tong Mian murmured.
Mo Zhixian shook his head. "I know what flashed through your mind, but those are not the most special. Haven't you noticed that among all the students in the academy, only Jiang Yuelu's age is different from others?"
Tong Mian said: "He is a little older, but what does that matter?"
Mo Zhixian said: "This is not discrimination."
He paused, then looked at the stone table on the other side where the light was swaying, then retracted his gaze and said, "I don't know if you have noticed one thing, but we wizards don't get very old."
Tong Mian nodded, "I know, I am a witch doctor, I know it very well."
"You only understand the phenomenon, but have you discovered the essence through the phenomenon?" Mo Zhixian's tone made Tong Mian unconsciously disgusted, because he showed the usual chairman's attitude of deducting points, but now what he said was crucial, so he listened patiently.
"Why are most of the students in the academy teenagers? There are so few young people of Jiang Yuelu's age?"
"The guards in the Demon Slayer Prison are considered quite old wizards in the academy, but they are still less than fifty years old. Have you ever wondered why?"
Tong Mian subconsciously said: "Because wizards are prone to early death."
Mo Zhixian looked at him steadily and said, "Go on."
Tong Mian: "Exterminating demons is inherently very risky—"
Mo Zhixian interrupted him coldly, "You're lying."
"You clearly know why, yet you still deceive yourself. No one knows better than you, Tong Mian. What exactly do wizards use to communicate with the gods? What exactly does communication with the gods consume? Can you be bold enough to tell me?"
Tong Mian raised his head, "Should I say it here?"
Mo Zhixian asked back: "What else?"
Tong Mian said: "You are really crazy... That is blasphemy!"
Mo Zhixian was indifferent, "The god is asleep."
"But you also heard what He said to the system. Although He was asleep, He knew everything! What if He heard what we said? Then wouldn't it be——"
"So what?" Mo Zhixian asked coldly, "Will I die?"
"Won't we die?"
"We will definitely die. Isn't this something we know when we become wizards? All wizards will die early. That's why there is no student over the age of eighteen in our academy. That's why we don't have any old wizards, because communication with the gods means connecting to the world of gods - the world of gods, which is not the world of mortals!"
“That is an unknown realm that is enough to drive a mortal into confusion and madness. It is filled with voices and lines that we cannot accept. Forcing ourselves to communicate with God and borrow His power is not a lucky thing at all!”
Tong Mian was stunned, "...You are crazy, Mo Zhixian...You are crazy!"
Mo Zhixian grabbed his neck, trying to force the words into his internal organs, "Am I crazy now? I have been crazy for a long time! Not only me, but also Dean Kong is crazy, your uncle is crazy, Leng Wenhan is the same, everyone is crazy! Who in this academy is not crazy?"
“Why are all the shaman dances, incantations, and rituals so mysterious? Why are they all so mysterious? Why are they asking for the gods to possess us? Why are our bodies so limp and we are talking nonsense? It’s because we are getting infinitely close to that world!”
"——A world where only gods exist!"
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