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Zhou Ziqiu strained to look up at the newcomer and found that he was a stranger, very tall and handsome.
The visitor was none other than Wen Su.
Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu exchanged glances, and Wen Su smiled and said, "Oh, there's a little beauty here."
Zhou Ziqiu had no time to pay attention to how Wen Su addressed him. He gritted his teeth and weakly said, "I am Zhou Ziqiu of Qingdeng. I don't know if you are a member of Qingdeng. If you are, please save me."
The man who was supposed to refine Zhou Ziqiu and the female ghost had been wary ever since the young man arrived: "Who are you?"
“Me? Just an unknown person.” Wen Su finished speaking, then changed the subject: “Speaking of which, who are you?”
The man looked Wen Su up and down, smiled, and then said sternly, "Your ancestors!" With that, he suddenly punched Wen Su in the face.
Wen Su reacted extremely quickly, slightly turning his head to avoid the man's fist. At the same time, he subtly moved one hand, grabbed the man's wrist and pulled him towards himself. As the man lunged at him, he thrust his knee into the man's stomach, causing the man to fall to the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning.
"You think you can just show off this little trick?" Wen Su said casually.
The man, filled with resentment, made a handprint on the ground: "Come out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure holding a battle axe appeared behind the man. He was half a head taller than Wen Su, and his entire body was black. He looked extremely imposing, and a heavy aura of yin energy poured out from him.
Zhou Ziqiu, trapped in the Soul Refining Array, was almost fainting from the stench.
The man summoned a ghost general.
Wen Su's expression finally became a little serious. He leaped away from the ghost general's attack, then bit his right index finger and began to draw obscure runes in mid-air with his own blood. The red runes turned into golden shackles when they landed on the ghost general, freezing his movements.
The man and Zhou Ziqiu's expressions changed simultaneously.
"You're from the Zhao family!" the man screamed.
Looking at Wen Su's face, Zhou Ziqiu wondered if he was from the Zhao family.
Talisman making is a skill that every Taoist priest must master, and the Zhao family is the most proficient among them. The inner disciples of the Zhao family all practice another talisman drawing method, using heaven and earth as a medium and their own blood as a guide. When in danger, they bite their fingers to draw talismans, which are extremely powerful.
However, not all inner disciples can master this subject, because mastering it requires the determination to harm one's own body and the patience to memorize talisman drawing methods as thick as a dictionary.
When did the Zhao family produce such an outstanding person?
But the next second, Wen Su smiled and denied the man: "I'm not."
Zhou Ziqiu frowned even more deeply. This technique was a secret of the Zhao family. He wasn't a member of the Zhao family, so where did he learn this technique from?
The man trembled as he watched Wen Su dodge and rapidly draw sealing talismans in the air. Normally a paper tiger, he now cowered, stammering, "You, you! I have someone behind me! Sun—"
The ghost general fell to the ground with a loud thud, and a deafening roar echoed through the mountains.
Wen Su stood atop the ghost general's head, smiling as he looked at the man: "You talk too much."
Then, he drew a rune that could make someone faint and threw it at the man, who collapsed to the ground.
Wen Su jumped down from the ghost general's head and patted the dust off his trousers.
"Shall we get to know each other? My name is Wen Su."
Zhou Ziqiu frowned: "It's not too late to break this formation first."
"Too."
Wen Su stepped forward and carefully examined the formation. To break the soul-refining formation set up by the man, he needed to find the array's core among the talismans.
He stepped into the formation, but because the Soul Refining Formation only harms ghosts, it could not harm Wen Su.
He crouched down, carefully searching the ground for the strongest yin energy, while simultaneously feeling the soil to find the core of the soul-refining array. Finally, after a moment, his hand stopped on a relatively solid patch of soil. After a few moments, he reached out and dug away the soil.
Hidden in the soil was a dead cat!
The black cat had clearly been dead for some time, but it was not rotting; the surrounding soil was still covered with its fur and blood that had long since turned black.
Wen Su moved his right hand slightly and pulled a dagger from his military boot.
The dagger in his hand was very sharp, with a black handle and a snow-white blade that reflected the moonlight. When Wen Su placed his bitten finger in a small groove at the junction of the blade and the handle, the dagger seemed to come alive, with bright red runes flowing across the blade and a sharp, cold, malevolent aura spreading out.
Zhou Ziqiu immediately looked at the dagger in Wen Su's hand, and his pupils trembled.
This is a weapon that has seen blood; the murderous aura emanating from it tells him that it has seen the blood of dozens of people.
After waking up the dagger in his hand, Wen Su held it vertically to the ground and plunged it into the dead cat's head!
With the array's core broken, the formation immediately ceased to function, and the talismans fell to the ground from the air. Without the support of the array, the Soul Refining Banner also lost its effectiveness and fell to the ground.
Zhou Ziqiu quickly removed the black knife stuck in the female ghost's head, turned his back to Wen Su, and frowned as he looked at his hand, which had completely turned into white bones.
The female ghost was already extremely weak when she lay on the ground, but when she saw Wen Su, she still moved, as if she wanted to get up and kill Wen Su, but she could no longer even get up.
After putting away the dagger, Wen Su stepped forward to check on the female ghost's condition. As he approached, he got close to Zhou Ziqiu, who was so frightened that he quickly put his hands behind his back and turned to look at Wen Su as if facing a formidable enemy.
Seeing Zhou Ziqiu's serious demeanor, Wen Su inexplicably thought of a cat with its fur standing on end, and chuckled softly.
"puff."
Zhou Ziqiu asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing." Wen Su reached out and pulled Zhou Ziqiu's hand, which had turned into bones, without any surprise on his face, as if what was in front of him was nothing that could make people's jaws drop. "Look, beauty lies in the bones, not the skin. Even without the skin, you can still see its beauty."
Zhou Ziqiu abruptly pulled his hand back and cursed, "You lecherous scoundrel!"
Wen Su raised an eyebrow: "How long ago is this kind of swearing?"
"Just know that I'm insulting you."
Zhou Ziqiu's voice was cold. The approval he felt when Wen Su saved him had turned into dislike. No matter how outstanding a person is or how good their weapon is, if their character is wicked.
Wen Su shrugged, his playful expression fading, and continued with his business. Looking at the vengeful ghost at Zhou Ziqiu's feet, he said seriously, "Should we kill this ghost?"
Zhou Ziqiu closed his eyes briefly: "Of course, we should kill him."
He had already offered this ghost a way out, but she refused.
"Understood."
Wen Su reached out and drew a talisman, which he then struck on the female ghost. The ghost screamed and vanished from the spot, leaving only a bracelet that shimmered with a crystalline light where the ghost had been lying.
Zhou Ziqiu picked up the bracelet, and a woman in a cheongsam walked up to them. The woman seemed not to see Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su. Her beautiful face was filled with sorrow. She appeared in the mountains where she shouldn't have been, and she was holding a rope in her hand.
The woman walked up to Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su, stopped, moved a stone, stood on it, and hanged herself in front of them with the rope she had brought. The bracelet on her wrist slipped off the moment she stopped breathing and fell to the ground.
"My beloved Xue Lang, I wish I could meet you again in my next life..."
A woman's soft sigh echoed through the mountains.
Then, the woman's figure disappeared from Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su's sight.
If a ghost does not enter the cycle of reincarnation after death, but instead wanders in the world, its fate will either be to harm the living and be driven away by Taoist priests, or to dissipate into the world when its yin energy dissipates. The only thing these two fates have in common is that this ghost will never be reborn.
Zhou Ziqiu didn't know what the female ghost had gone through. Judging from Wang Lei's dream and what he had just seen, it should be that Xue Lang, who gave her the bracelet, died unexpectedly, and she followed her Xue Lang to the afterlife. However, for some reason, she remained in the human world and was not reincarnated... She probably could never find her Xue Lang again.
Zhou Ziqiu remained silent, but Wen Su scoffed, "Still a hopeless romantic."
These words particularly displeased Zhou Ziqiu, who frowned and said, "Don't speak of other people's affairs if you haven't experienced their pain."
Wen Su didn't take it seriously: "Mhm."
Zhou Ziqiu frowned even more, comforting himself that he would never have anything to do with this person again. He bent down, picked up the bracelet, and used the earpiece to inform the staff of the situation, asking them to call someone to take the suddenly appearing man back to the Qingdeng headquarters.
They drove in silence until they returned to the SUV, where the other three had been waiting for some time.
After a brief introduction of Glasses and Fatty to Zhou Ziqiu, the staff of Qingdeng drove off to return home. There was no disagreement about the seating arrangement. The staff member was the driver, so it goes without saying that he was in the driver's seat. Fatty, who was a bit overweight, was in the passenger seat. Wen Su, Glasses, and Zhou Ziqiu sat in the back. However, because Zhou Ziqiu disliked Wen Su, he asked Glasses to separate him from Wen Su.
Wen Su simply smiled at this.
*
The SUV returned to Changle Street at four o'clock in the morning.
Zhou Ziqiu got out of the car, said goodbye, and returned to his Liaoyuan Pavilion. After asking for Wen Su and the other two's current address, the staff continued to drive them back to their hotel and left after dropping them off.
As they rode the elevator upstairs, Glasses looked at Wen Su and asked, "Boss, how capable is that Mr. Zhou?"
"It's alright," Wen Su replied casually.
"Then we..." Glasses hesitated. Everyone in the car could see that Mr. Zhou disliked Wen Su, but weren't they still going to ask Zhou Ziqiu...?
Wen Su lowered his eyes and simply replied casually, "We'll see."
The man with glasses could only nod.
"Understood."
"Alright, let's go, go back and take a nap."
the next day.
When Zhou Ziqiu woke up in bed, he was a little dazed, but then he realized that he was lying in his own bed.
The sunlight shone on him, bringing a burning sensation, but he didn't move. He pressed the back of his hand to his eyes, closed them, and rested for a while.
After a long while, he put down his hand, sat up from the bed, changed his clothes, and went out.
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