Chapter 288: Just Plague
Look at that golden teardrop.
Chun Yiyi was stiff, and his expression became ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ghosts are souls, and every tear they shed represents their spirit and power.
Especially Gu Nan's tears, after being tempered by heavenly thunder and blessed by merits, they have long transcended the ghost path and become a rare treasure in the world.
He had seen it in his dream, but he didn't know that this tear would fall so early.
Just the plague.
A mere virtue.
His heart was in turmoil, and he looked at Gu Nan with an extremely complicated look.
Huiwu was making the fearlessness seal with his hands and reciting the Amitabha Mantra, and did not notice his changes.
Gu Nan noticed it. The feeling of tears leaving her body was like a hook hooking out a piece of her body. The uncomfortable feeling of emptiness and fatigue suddenly startled her.
Since becoming a ghost, she has no sleep and no need to eat. As long as she is not injured, she is a perpetual motion machine that can sustain herself.
Aside from being injured by Jun'ichi's blood, this was the first time she felt physically unwell.
She looked at Junyi and without warning met a pair of overly dark eyes.
My heart pounded.
Gu Nan lowered her head to look at the teardrop, but Chunyi closed her hands to block her gaze.
Gu Nan keenly noticed something was wrong and grabbed his wrist, his eyes searching and his expression solemn, hinting that he was about to start. "Give it to me."
Junyi knows more than she does, and the more importance Junyi shows, the more she wants to find out.
Junyi stared at her, paused for a moment, and opened his hands.
A crystal clear teardrop, the size of a mung bean, looks more like a golden bean because it glows golden from the inside out.
These are her tears.
It was transformed from her soul.
Jiang Wanying once told her that it was very difficult for great ghosts like them who had achieved great cultivation to shed a single tear, because each tear represented tearing the soul and giving up cultivation.
Moreover, every ghost has a fixed number of tears, and once all the tears are shed, it will turn into ashes.
Jiang Wanying also said that the tears of ghosts, especially evil ghosts, are extremely precious things and must never fall into the hands of others.
As for how precious it was and in what aspects it was precious, Jiang Wanying did not say, nor did she ask any further questions.
Chunyi's nervousness and strange expression clearly told Gu that there was something mysterious going on.
Gu Nan put it away and prepared to ask Hui Wu.
Junyi stood beside Gu Nan, his jaw line tense, his brows slightly furrowed, and he looked depressed.
Looking closely, he seemed a bit anxious. If he wasn't sending Dezhao to the afterlife, he would be walking around in this desolate open space.
In order to defend the city nearby, Gu Nan and his group did not go too far, so the billowing smoke rose straight into the sky, quickly attracting a lot of attention in the city.
Some people who were eager to do good wanted to go out of the city to join in the fun, but were stopped by the yamen runners guarding the door, who said that the yamen had ordered that no one was allowed to go out.
But the other party was a reckless person. He blurted out the fact that the person had run away as soon as he opened his mouth. The two sides were deadlocked and the situation was very awkward.
Gu Nan returned to the city first, and when he saw this, he rushed over and slapped the man in the face, sending him flying.
The crowd became chaotic, and Gu Nan started beating anyone who made a fuss, making everyone present tremble with fear and pee.
Gu Nan stood on the high city wall, looking ready to charge into battle. He said to the gatekeeper, "Post the instructions. I want to see who dares to cause trouble under my nose."
It was impossible to hide the fact that someone was dead, so Gu Nan didn't hide it either. She would take care of those who listened to her, and throw them out if they didn't, and let them die outside, just as an example.
The yamen runner was startled and answered loudly: "Yes!"
After saying this, he swiftly took out the instruction manual he had prepared in advance and pasted it on both sides of the city wall.
I saw that the white linen paper half a person's width was densely covered with words. The big black and bold words at the top were the most conspicuous. Upon closer inspection, it said - Plague Prevention and Control Guidance.
After posting the posters at the city gate, the yamen runners ran to other streets with great enthusiasm.
This guide will be posted all over the streets and alleys of Kyoto within one day.
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