(Nine)
Although it was dark around him, he was able to adjust to it after a few moments. When he saw Zhou Qinghe fly out of the coffin, Wen Su had no choice but to dodge the head-on attack. At the same time, he took advantage of the moment when he brushed past Zhou Qinghe to draw the first stroke on his body.
"Zhou Ziqiu! Wake up!"
Sensing the powerful aura of the evil spirit, the dagger trembled with excitement, but its master had kept it in its sheath. It then broke free of its sheath and struck Zhou Qinghe.
"Hold!"
Wen Su cursed and reached for the dagger, but Zhou Qinghe's hand grasped it first. However, he was injured by the sharp killing intent emanating from the dagger as soon as he touched it. He screamed and immediately threw the dagger away, allowing it to return to Wen Su's hand.
Taking advantage of Zhou Qinghe's moment of pain, Wen Su drew several more strokes on his body while loudly calling his name, hoping he would regain consciousness first: "Zhou Ziqiu!"
"...who?"
The calling voices gradually became clearer. Zhou Ziqiu looked around at his empty surroundings but did not see anyone. He couldn't help but wonder if it was just his imagination.
"I."
A figure appeared before Zhou Ziqiu. The figure had a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on its neck, wore the same white clothes as Zhou Ziqiu, and even their faces were identical. Black energy emanated from the figure, almost swallowing everything around it.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Ziqiu asked.
"I am you."
The man smiled.
"...You are me?" Zhou Ziqiu asked, confused. "Then who am I?"
"You are me too."
The man stepped forward and hugged Zhou Ziqiu, his voice gentle, but a sinister smile appeared on his face where Zhou Ziqiu couldn't see.
"...I am you?"
My memory suddenly blurred. If I am you, then who is Zhou Ziqiu?
"Zhou Ziqiu!"
Zhou Qinghe suddenly froze in place. Wen Su wanted to go forward and finish drawing the runes on Zhou Qinghe's body, but Zhou Qinghe suddenly shouted and the surging Yin energy on his body instantly sent Wen Su flying several meters away, crashing straight into the stone wall. Wen Su immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
But what worries Wen Su the most is that his compressed soul seems to be trying to break free of its restraints, because the half of his body that has lost consciousness has begun to feel excruciating pain, and he is gradually regaining control of his body.
No, you can't do that.
If the rune fails, how can he keep Zhou Ziqiu here?
Wen Su tried to get up from the ground, but the intense pain made him fall back down. The low oxygen levels made it difficult for him to breathe.
But he didn't want to accept his fate and lie there like a dog.
Wen Su took a breath, raised his hand and made a hand seal, his voice unusually hoarse.
"Lingbao Heavenly Venerable... comfort my body... disciple... disciple's soul... five internal organs, dark and mysterious cough, Azure Dragon, White Tiger... in a flurry of battles... Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise... guards, guard my true self... hasten as the law commands."
The thirty-seven characters were extremely difficult for Wen Su to pronounce. The aftereffects of using the Yang Soul Technique were also spreading, making his body feel weak and the things in front of him seemed to be swaying. However, the moment he formed the hand seal, Wen Su felt his heart and lungs, which had been burning and aching unbearably, cool down and soothe. His previously somewhat chaotic inspiration also became much clearer.
However, this is only a temporary effect of the divine decree. Once the effective period is over, the already chaotic energy will probably collapse completely, and he will be unable to use any spells at that time.
Therefore, it needs to be done as soon as possible.
Wen Su got up from the ground and came back to Zhou Qinghe, his hands stained with his own blood drawing on his body little by little.
"Supreme Star, ever responsive. Expel evil and bind demons, protect life and safeguard the body. Wisdom is clear and pure, mind and spirit are at peace. The three souls are eternal, the spirit is without loss or decline. So be it!"
This is the Purification Mantra, a divine incantation that can bring Zhou Ziqiu's consciousness back to normal. Sure enough, the moment the drawing was completed, Zhou Qinghe collapsed, and Wen Su quickly helped him up and helped him sit down on the ground.
"Zhou Ziqiu!"
This time, Zhou Ziqiu heard the call clearly, and he murmured, "Am I Zhou Ziqiu?"
The person who was holding him shook his head and denied it with a smile, "No, you're not Zhou Ziqiu."
"Then who am I?"
Zhou Ziqiu's eyes were glazed over. He felt his body sinking, floating and numb.
"Who am I...?"
"Zhou Ziqiu!!"
After the purification mantra was recited, Zhou Ziqiu remained dazed for a long time, and Zhou Qinghe stopped moving. Wen Su was extremely worried. He patted Zhou Qinghe's face and called out to him repeatedly.
"You are Zhou Qinghe."
The man who was holding him grinned maliciously, his voice as gentle as water, but his fingernails, shrouded in black mist, were aimed at Zhou Ziqiu's back.
"You are Zhou Qinghe, the second prince of the Zhou Dynasty, the most noble person in the world." Every word he said was like a temptation. "You have a loving father and mother, a brother who cherishes you, and a young master from the Xie family who admires you."
"Father...Mother..."
Zhou Ziqiu's gaze grew increasingly unfocused. His past life seemed to flash before his eyes like a revolving lantern. He couldn't distinguish who was in each scene, but he was undoubtedly the most beloved protagonist.
But why do people keep calling him?
He was so sleepy, he wanted to go to sleep.
"Little beauty!"
Wen Su frantically drew calming spells on Zhou Qinghe's body over and over again, trying to bring Zhou Ziqiu back to his senses, but it was ineffective. His eyes were red, he looked like a madman, and his voice was rough and hoarse.
"Little beauty! Wake up!"
"..." Zhou Ziqiu opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing that Zhou Ziqiu, who had fallen asleep, had woken up again, the person holding him looked at the nail that was already halfway in with displeasure, but his voice remained gentle.
"I am not Zhou Qinghe."
Zhou Ziqiu's voice was calm, without the confusion he had just displayed.
"Why?" The man's eyes sharpened, and he tried to grab into Zhou Ziqiu's body, but was suddenly blocked by a barrier and could not advance any further.
“Zhou Qinghe is long dead, and the Zhou Dynasty has long since perished.” Zhou Ziqiu’s gaze was fixed as he looked at the dagger that had suddenly appeared in his hand.
He often saw him use this dagger to cut meat.
"I am Zhou Ziqiu, Luo Qi, Zhou Ziqiu of Liaoyuan Pavilion."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziqiu's eyes turned fierce, and he stabbed the man who was holding him in the back of the heart with a dagger. However, the dagger was full of murderous intent, and he was also pierced through the heart.
"Little beauty!"
Wen Su was pleasantly surprised to see Zhou Qinghe's eyelashes flutter and his eyes open. Moreover, his eyes were no longer fierce as before, but peaceful, and his expression was also very calm. He knew that this was Zhou Ziqiu.
But then Zhou Ziqiu grabbed him by the neck again.
Zhou Ziqiu's movements were fierce, but his expression was one of struggle. The grip on Wen Su's throat tightened and loosened, as if he were resisting something.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word; the only clue he could make was his lip movements—"Kill."
"kill--"
"impossible!!"
Even though Zhou Qinghe had been pierced through the chest by Zhou Ziqiu, he did not immediately dissipate. Instead, as Zhou Ziqiu moved, the barrier on his heart disappeared, and he immediately reached out and grabbed Zhou Ziqiu's beating black heart.
"You can't beat me in the end."
With his facade torn off, "Zhou Qinghe" revealed his true colors. His handsome face now bore a sinister smile, making it hard to imagine how he could possibly smile so evilly.
But Zhou Ziqiu was not someone to be trifled with. He didn't care at all that his heart was being held by "Zhou Qinghe". He exerted force in his hand, and the dagger was slashed downwards, tearing "Zhou Qinghe" apart.
“You’d better kill me before I kill you.” His voice was cold. “That way, Wen Su will know you’re not me, and he won’t need to show you any mercy.”
He saw it; Wen Su, constrained by him, had not harbored any murderous intent.
"Kill...me." Zhou Ziqiu suddenly opened his mouth, uttering broken sentences with difficulty. He looked at Wen Su hopefully, unable to control his entire body, but he managed to loosen one hand and grasp Wen Su's hand holding the dagger, pointing it at himself. "I will...hurt you..."
It's happening again!
It's happening again!
Wen Su restrained the hand choking him with one hand, while struggling against Zhou Ziqiu with the other. His eyes were bloodshot: "No, impossible!"
With an unknown source of superhuman strength, Wen Su pried open the hand that was choking him with one hand, flung the dagger away with the hand holding it, and then pushed Zhou Ziqiu straight to the ground!
Under Zhou Ziqiu's astonished gaze, Wen Su pressed his hand against his throat, forehead to forehead, and said, word by word, "I knew you were going to do this."
"I knew you would do this."
“I know you have nosebleeds and your body is collapsing.”
"But don't even think about leaving me because of this."
Wen Su took a deep breath and straightened up: "Aren't you lacking a physical body?"
"Didn't you say you couldn't find a physical body to house you?"
Wen Su laughed, somewhat crazed, and said something that completely stunned Zhou Ziqiu—
"I give you my body."
"You're insane!!"
Zhou Ziqiu exclaimed in surprise, "Although Wen Su usually jokes and plays around, he has never harbored any intention to bring chaos to the world."
Both the ritual of offering a living sacrifice and the ritual of offering a living body to the deceased are acts that violate morality and reason. The deceased are recognized by the yin energy, and the yang energy of the living body can cover up the deceased's aura, but it cannot prevent the deceased from using its own yin energy. If the deceased in the living body is a vicious and evil person, then it will bring disaster to the world.
Zhou Ziqiu's mind is now barely functioning. The black energy of "Zhou Qinghe" is constantly devouring him, and it won't be long before he becomes "Zhou Qinghe". If "Zhou Qinghe" enters Wen Su's body, it will surely cause a bloody disaster!
"I must be crazy."
Wen Su chuckled hoarsely, turned slightly to the side to pick up the dagger from the ground, and held it to his neck.
He had drawn the runes for the sacrifice body on his body half a month in advance. He had to use a knife as a pen to draw one on the sacrifice body every day. After the runes were drawn, the soul in the body would be compressed to half its original size. The runes would be effective for seven days, during which there would be various side effects. If the living soul was not separated from the body and the dead soul was not guided into the body within seven days, the soul would recover, but irreversible scars would remain.
As for how to separate the living soul from the body and guide the deceased soul into it—
For Zhou Ziqiu, this was like a nightmare from a thousand years ago replaying itself.
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