It's not like a young boy's journey (1)
In the dim room, the candlelight flickered, casting dark shadows as thick as ink, casually painting Xu Xing's face. He donned a black cloak and sat on a wooden chair, eyes slightly closed. Looking down, he saw a red string wrapped around the chair leg, reaching all the way to his other hand.
Hua Shangguan hooked the red thread on his fingertips, frowned and looked at He Kongzhi standing in front of him, and asked: "Can we really find Ye Luan's location like this?"
A few days ago, He Kongzhi went to Ye Luan and laid out their plan, hoping to use Ye Luan's spiritual power to stop the floating island from sinking. Ye Luan didn't give a definitive answer, simply saying he needed to think about it. The formation would be activated tomorrow, and without Ye Luan, the spiritual power would be insufficient, and the formation would be unable to activate, putting the floating island in danger.
As he spoke, the ground shook violently again, accompanied by shrill screams. Everyone present paled. Lately, the Floating Island had been sinking more and more severely. While the formation could block the attacks of the floating spirits, the spirits were no fools. They would dig holes and crawl through the ground or through weak points in the formation.
In the past few days, the towns closest to the edge of the formation have completely fallen, and the town where the house is located has also been attacked by spiritual people. The formation must be activated as soon as possible.
"I can find him and bring him here, but..." Xu Xing sat on the chair, stretched out his pale, slender fingers, and pointed at the formation on the ground: "He might not be very willing, and the spiritual energy transmitted in this way might not be very stable."
He Kongzhi closed his eyes and muttered a long string of unknown spells. If you listened carefully, you could vaguely hear some words about gods and blessings.
"Bring him here. I can make him obey." He finished the spell, opened his eyes, and smiled confidently. Xu Xing stopped talking, put on his hood, and waved the red string in his hand, waiting for He Kongzhi to perform the space magic.
The world spun around him, and Xu Xing opened his eyes. Before him was a nearly burned-out candle. Behind it lay Ye Luan's twisted face, his eyes wide and lifeless, staring blankly ahead. Xu Xing calmly pushed aside the candlelight and stepped back slightly. He discovered Ye Luan hanging upside down from the beam, a large hole piercing his forehead.
There was still a faint scent of spiritual energy in the room. Xu Xing checked the doors and windows and found no signs of them being opened.
Ye Luan was dead, and the murderer had just left. This was all he could come up with.
The hole between Ye Luan's eyebrows continued to bleed. Xu Xing paused in thought before searching the room for the artifact "Buxudong." Anyone who could have killed Ye Luan without anyone noticing must have possessed a high level of cultivation. The killer must have been after the magical treasure. Everyone on Floating Island knew that Ye Luan was a master puppeteer and possessed a magical artifact like "Buxudong." If it weren't for Ye Luan's exceptional strength, "Buxudong" wouldn't have remained unharmed on his body for so many years.
After searching for a long time, Xu Xing couldn't find him. Then, as if remembering something, he turned around and examined Ye Luan's body. Aside from the hole between his eyebrows, there were no signs of injury anywhere on his body. Xu Xing put the man down, laying him flat on the ground, and then looked at the items on the table.
There was a piece of talisman paper with a very familiar pattern drawn on it, exactly He Kongzhi's handwriting. It seemed that Ye Luan had wanted to contact them before his death. Some unexpected incident had prevented him from activating the talisman paper.
Xu Xing felt around Ye Luan's body for a long time before he felt a bump. He lifted his clothes and saw the puppet lying motionless on Ye Luan's chest. A large pool of blood splattered over the puppet's eyes, as if maliciously painted. For a puppeteer, painting blood on their magical puppets, especially the eyes, was a highly provocative act.
He thought for a moment and took the "Don't Move" off Ye Luan's chest.
Hiss—Xu Xing frowned and looked down. The palm of his hand that was holding the hand that was telling him not to move was pierced through by the silk threads that suddenly appeared. These silk threads seemed to have life, constantly wriggling and cutting in his pierced wound with a strong malice.
"Long time no see. I wonder if you still remember me?" A female voice floated past his ears, and Xu Xing recognized her almost instantly.
It’s the same her from a hundred years ago.
A long-lost fire suddenly ignited in his numb heart. Xu Xing clenched his injured hand and looked towards the door gloomily.
Empty.
"I didn't expect that you have such deep feelings for her. I am a little envious." A voice suddenly appeared in his left ear. Xu Xing turned his head, but still did not see anyone.
"What are you envious of?" he whispered. "You'll be the one to die next."
The words were spoken with great force, sounding extremely fierce, but the female voice only laughed even more happily.
"Then I'm really looking forward to it." Her nonchalant voice echoed overhead. Xu Xing looked up, and countless sharp puppet threads descended like a dragnet. He kicked his feet and stepped back heavily, finally avoiding them.
"Hahaha." The laughter gradually faded away, and Xu Xing's palm was belatedly bleeding. The blood dyed the wooden floor red. From above, it looked like a child's prank drawing.
His expression darkened as he tugged at the puppet strings, almost masochistically, looking coldly at the nasty wound on his palm. His other hand, hanging by his side, moved. A flash of white light passed, and Xu Xing was back in the same secret room.
The flickering shadow of the candlelight was imprinted on his blood-stained face. He raised his head, and his numb and lifeless eyes fell on He Kongzhi.
"The man is dead."
Hearing this, He Kongzhi's eyebrows knitted together tightly. "We must find someone with spiritual power comparable to his in a short period of time. Tomorrow is the best time to activate the formation. If we miss it, I don't know how many years we will have to wait."
His words were filled with concern for the formation, showing no concern for the cause of Ye Luan's death. Xu Xing had originally prepared a response to his questioning, and seeing this, the stone in his heart fell a little.
"But apart from Ye Luan, there are no other powerful cultivators left on the floating island." Lou Daoyan whispered.
"But," he drawled, hesitantly.
"Tell me if there is any suitable candidate." He Kongzhi said.
"You should be familiar with this person," Lou Daoyan smiled and snapped his fingers. A wave appeared in the space, and then an unexpected person appeared here.
It’s He Shuyu.
She met everyone's shocked looks and greeted them naturally.
He Kongzhi recognized her as not He Shuyu the moment he saw her. He sneered at Lou Daoyan, "This isn't my righteous sister. Where did Master Lou find this wandering ghost to take over my sister's body?"
Lou Daoyan curled her eyes and gave He Shuyu a wink. She understood and extended her hand, instantly unleashing a powerful spiritual force that made Xu Xing feel uncomfortable.
The flesh and blood still entangled by the puppet thread suddenly tightened. Xu Xing looked at her coldly and found that she was smiling at him.
It's her.
How could she suddenly appear? Xu Xing's usually calm heart tightened slightly, a sense of panic and foreboding tugging at his emotions.
Since she can come here, does it mean that she has gone to find Li Zhaoyue?
Xu Xing turned to leave when he was suddenly patted on the back. He turned around and saw that it was He Shuyu.
"What? Are you leaving just because you see me?" She shook her head and asked frivolously. Xu Xing looked at her, then at the others behind her. Seeing that they were still discussing the formation and hadn't noticed them, he turned and started to leave.
"Are you worried about Li Zhaoyue?" He Shuyu's light voice entered his ears. Xu Xing turned around abruptly, staring at her fiercely with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to dig a hole in her body.
"No matter what you want to do, I won't let you hurt her." He said word by word, and his face, which was pale due to excessive blood loss, suddenly turned red. It was obvious that he was very angry.
He Shuyu loved to see others in pain, and seeing this made him even more excited. He couldn't help but exaggerate and said, "I've already seen her. I didn't expect her to be so weak now. She couldn't even withstand my palm."
"Do you think she is the same now as she was back then?" He Shuyu's whisper rang in his ears, mockingly.
Xu Xing knew she was deliberately provoking him, but he couldn't help but worry about Li Zhaoyue. He Shuyu's words cut a deep wound through his heart, which he had managed to hold together, reminding him of the tragedy he had single-handedly caused. Endless guilt and panic consumed his sanity. Xu Xing hurried out, panicking.
He Shuyu folded his arms and looked at his back, the corners of his mouth slowly rising.
"Can you really replace Ye Luan and help us activate the formation?" He Kongzhi's voice sounded behind her. She turned around and said with a smile, "Of course, I'm stronger than him."
After she finished speaking, a cluster of fire ignited in the palm of her hand. Although it was small, the spiritual power it emitted was very pure, which was enough to prove her strength.
He Kongzhi glanced at her sideways, seemingly tacitly approving her joining. He Shuyu winked at him and smiled, "I'll do my best."
He Shuyu had never smiled at him before. Although he knew that the person in the body in front of him was not He Shuyu, he was still distracted for a moment. After staring at the ground for a while, He Kongzhi seemed to recall something. He glanced at He Shuyu coldly and turned around to continue talking to others.
They gathered together, talking about nothing but matters related to formations. He Shuyu found a corner to sit down, staring at He Kongzhi in the distance with interest.
She discovered something very interesting: whenever she talked to He Kongzhi, some fragmented memories would appear in her head.
There were memories of childhood, and also of adulthood. In these fragmented memories, He Shuyu was always arguing with He Kongzhi. One was red-faced and full of dissatisfaction, while the other remained calm and indifferent, his words tinged with sarcasm.
He Shuyu and her biological brother were probably not familiar with each other at all. Rather than saying they were siblings, they were more like enemies.
The only downside to taking over someone else's body is that she will inexplicably think of memories that don't belong to her, and feel emotions that don't belong to her.
Just like now, when she looked at He Kongzhi, a trace of inexplicable guilt and faint hatred suddenly emerged in her heart.
So, He Shuyu glanced at He Kongzhi playfully and raised the corners of his mouth.
These two are certainly interesting.
He Kongzhi noticed her gaze and frowned, his eyes full of warning. Those people said they wanted her to help activate the formation, but they deliberately avoided her when discussing some key information.
I don't think I trust her very much. He Shuyu supported his head and thought.
However, she rolled her eyes and thought of Xu Xing rushing to Li Zhaoyue's room and getting furious when he found out that she was fine, and she couldn't help laughing.
It was still fun to tease Li Zhaoyue. Her eyes curved.
Oh, what a pity! She would tamper with the formation when it was activated, consuming all the power Xu Xing was supposed to be sending to Li Zhaoyue, and then...
Then Li Zhaoyue was going to die again. She had lost another source of joy. But she could still live.
Watching her enemy die was such a joy that she couldn't wait to experience it a second time.
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