Chapter 23 The little thrush is a blackbird, not a crow
This wasn't the first time Ying Bu Ran had heard the words "Heaven's Wrath." She glanced at the ghosts again, and they seemed much paler than the others. "Is this why their souls are so dim?"
Zhao Chaoan was searching for the cracks. He observed them for a moment and nodded. "That's right. Their vitality was taken away by the spirits of heaven, which more or less damaged their souls. Those who died like them, even if they were lucky enough to cross the river and enter the underworld, cannot be reincarnated. They can only drift in the underworld and then be captured by the ghost soldiers and dealt with collectively."
"Unified handling? How?" Ying Bu Ran was shocked and asked.
She really didn't know about this. Zhao Chaoan scratched her head. She was one of the few ghost kings who didn't care much about the affairs of the underworld. Her mind was completely focused on the wrath of heaven and the heavenly sacrifice. "I don't understand this, but it's definitely not as good as those who can be reincarnated."
Ying Bu Ran nodded, and Zhao Chao An led her hand as they walked away, but her gaze couldn't help but linger on those souls. After a moment, she asked, "What do you think? Regarding them?"
"I regret their death, but I don't sympathize with them. This was their choice." Zhao Chaoan paused, looked into Ying Bu Ran's eyes, and spoke his truest thoughts. "Perhaps you will think I'm cold and indifferent, but that's certainly true of me. And as Ghost Kings, in principle, we're not allowed to have any feelings for the souls that come to the ghost world. That would be detrimental to our ability to maintain order in the underworld."
Of course, Ying Bu Ran was an accident. She became the Ghost King just for Ying Bu Ran. The other Ghost Kings also knew about this. She had also been judged and was guaranteed not to have any influence on the underworld.
As for why they didn't sympathize? As she said before, it was their choice.
In the timeline she was in, the world had already known the lies of Heaven's Sacrifice and Heaven's Wrath, but most people still chose to believe in the spirit of Heaven and pointed their swords at themselves and Ying Bu Ran from that timeline. In the end, these people lost their lives because of what they believed in.
Although she knew very well that they were not from the same group of people, it was still difficult for her to sympathize with them, especially after Ying Bu Ran's death.
Ying Bu Ran looked at Zhao Chaoan, who had been smiling all the time, and suddenly fell silent with a serious expression, a hint of sadness and hatred in his eyes, and said nothing more.
She would think that someone must have done something, otherwise she would not be so hostile to these people for no reason.
Ying Bu Ran followed Zhao Chao An to the crack. It seemed that some souls still had some consciousness left. After discovering what they had done, they also followed them here.
"What will happen if they pass through here?" Ying Bu Ran asked curiously as he saw some souls passing through before them.
Zhao Chaoan explained, "Well, they will probably become resentful spirits in the human world, and their ultimate fate will be complete dissipation. Let's go too."
Ying Bu Ran nodded and followed Zhao Chao An into the glowing crack. The moment she stepped in, she seemed to feel a gaze coming from behind her. She wanted to look back, but the white light had already filled her vision.
On the Forgotten River, the person standing on the boat slowly took off her hat. There was a huge scar on her face, running from her forehead through her left eye to her chin.
The ferryman looked in the direction where Ying Bu Ran disappeared, took a deep breath, put his hat on his chest, closed his eyes and prayed.
"My child, I hope you can get what you want this time..."
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Ying Bu Ran was so stimulated by the strong light that she couldn't open her eyes. When she finally recovered, she had already appeared in another place.
This was a wilderness with no human habitation around. Occasionally, she could hear the calls of some unknown bird, very close to her.
Looking up, I saw a crescent moon hidden behind the clouds, making the already dark night even darker.
Someone seemed to be looking at her before? Who was it? Ying Bu Ran touched her chin, confused. She subconsciously looked around to ask Zhao Chaoan, but when she turned around, she found no one.
Ying Bushan: “?”
"Zhao Chaoan? Are you still there?"
She was responded by a few bird calls, which were quite pleasant to hear.
Then something seemed to pull at my trouser leg. I looked down and saw a black bird: "Crow?"
After hearing this, the black bird instantly became anxious and flapped its wings to fly back and forth in front of her.
"Blackbird! Blackbird! This is a blackbird!" Zhao Chaoan's voice came. This time the little black bird landed on her shoulder, and the sound of protest sounded in her ears.
Ying Bu Ran blinked, grabbed the bird, held it in both hands, and observed it carefully: "Are you Zhao Chaoan?!"
She turned the bird over and over in her hand, a little surprised: "It looks like a crow."
Zhao Chaoan nodded. This was her first time transforming into a bird, and she was still a little uncomfortable. She had only just mastered speaking human language. "If I were in my original form in the human world, it would easily attract the attention of those old immortals. Transforming into this form makes it easier to hide, and it also saves ghost energy."
"Besides, this isn't a crow! It's a blackbird! Listen, the calls are different!"
Ying Bu Ran responded a few times, but still felt curious. He placed the black bird in his arms and stroked it slowly. It felt like a real bird.
She let go, and Zhao Qingxun flew over her head again, spreading one wing and waving it forward: "Next, let's head towards Wind Chasing City!"
"But where is Zhuifeng City? How do we get there?" Ying Bu Ran asked, looking up, even though he couldn't see it.
Zhao Chaoan's wings drooped, her lofty ambitions dashed by a single sentence. She flew down, landing in front of Ying Bu Ran, her figure rapidly growing larger. "I know the way. Get on my back and I'll take you there."
Ying Bu Ran raised her hand to indicate that it was about three times her size. The bird lowered itself before her, its wings spread wide and resting on the ground to make it easier for her to climb up.
After climbing onto Zhao Chaoan's back, Ying Buyan didn't know what to hold on to maintain her balance for a moment. As if he had guessed what she was thinking, Zhao Chaoan produced a rope and a saddle for Ying Buyan to hold on to.
After confirming her composition, Zhao Chaoan spread his wings and rushed directly into the sky, moving quickly towards his destination, while not forgetting to use ghost energy to form a barrier to block the wind.
The rift she'd chosen was the closest to Wind Chasing City, and with her speed, she could soon see the city. The sharp-eyed Ying Bu Ran also noticed something going on below: "Stop, something seems to be happening down there. Are those... ghost soldiers?"
Zhao Chaoan immediately stopped, looked down, and said in surprise: "This aura... these ghost soldiers seem to belong to the Western Ghost King!"
"That's weird, why is she here? She was the one who was shouting the loudest during the previous meeting and was always against me."
"Are you two on bad terms?" Ying Bu Ran asked subconsciously, then shook his head and took out his white jade flute. "No, now's not the time to think about this. Let's take action."
Next, Su Yunying waved her sword and cut off the ghost soldiers again and again, but then they would regroup and come back, which was very strange.
This was the first time she encountered such a situation. Normally, the person would die when the wound was cut off.
Behind her were some soldiers, also holding weapons and fighting hard against the endless demon soldiers. Among them were several extremely weak people.
"Friend Su, their target is us, you'd better leave first." The leading captain pierced a ghost soldier's eyebrows with a sword, then kicked him away and said.
She discovered that the ghost soldiers' attention was always on the people surrounded by them. They turned a blind eye to their attacks and were determined to kill the people inside.
The wounds on their bodies were from intercepting these attacks. She would never abandon her soldiers, but they and Su Yunying were just strangers who had met by chance. There was no need for Su Yunying to die because of them.
Su Yunying shook her head and said stubbornly, "That won't work. You are my patients. What doctor would abandon his patients?"
"There is no cure for Tiannu yet. It will be useless for you to stay. It is better to leave as soon as possible. Only by staying alive can you save more people." The captain also insisted on his own idea.
Su Yunying glanced at her with a strange expression. She asked in confusion, "Who told you this was the wrath of heaven?"
The captain was stunned, and this stunned moment allowed a ghost to approach her, and she was then stopped by another soldier beside her.
She came to her senses and struck back with her sword, then asked eagerly, "What did you say? Isn't this the wrath of heaven?"
"That's right, this is a plague. I can solve it as long as I give myself some time. Let's get rid of these guys first." Su Yunying said, raising his sword to regroup.
At this time, a flute sound came from above. They did not dare to look up and kept staring at the ghost soldiers. They found that all the ghost soldiers were frozen, putting down their hands and staring blankly upwards.
Su Yunying was the first to react and immediately swung his sword to chop at them. This time, the ghost soldiers did not regroup.
The captain waved his hand, calling on the soldiers to attack immediately: "Everyone, pay attention, attack! Don't let them turn around!"
The situation was reversed at this moment. At the same time, a strange wave came from somewhere, as if fighting against the sound of the flute.
"Tsk, this is a bit troublesome. You go deal with that guy, and I'll help them."
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure descended from the sky, a flute in hand. Sword energy emanated from the flute, and she was using it as a sword.
Ying Bu Ran combined spiritual power with ghost energy, and while defeating the ghost soldiers, he absorbed the opponent's ghost energy. In this way, even if the ghost king had great power, he would not be able to reassemble them.
She pulled out the flute, and the ghost soldiers turned into dust and dissipated. This sudden change stunned the other people and the ghost soldiers.
Ying Bu Ran tilted his head slightly, and the half of his face not covered by the mask was exposed to Su Yunying's sight.
Su Yunying was stunned for a moment, then burst out with the first roar in her life: "Are you Ying Bu Ran?! Are you resurrecting from the dead?!"
She looked at the portrait given by Guo Banxia and quickly recognized who it was.
Didn't Cheng Banxia say Ying Bu Ran was dead? How could that be considered dead? He was still popular!
"...Hey? You know me? Forget it, let's talk about it later. Let's solve the problem in front of us first." Ying Bu Ran shook the flute in his hand and said.
Could it be someone she once knew? She couldn't tell if he was a friend or foe.
Su Yunying also reacted quickly and raised his sword: "Okay, let's get rid of them first."
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