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Wen Su rushed to the place where Zhou Ziqiu had disappeared, but looking around, he couldn't see a single ghost except for the dilapidated courtyard.
Ji Lin clearly didn't understand what had happened either, and stood there in a daze.
When people are anxious, their rationality returns quickly. Wen Su immediately used his blood as a guide to draw a tracking array on the ground, trying to track Zhou Ziqiu's whereabouts. However, to everyone's dismay, the array, which was supposed to automatically point to the location of the person being tracked after it was drawn, only emitted a halo after it was drawn, and then burst into flames and disappeared.
Wen Su's expression suddenly turned cold. He reached out again, seemingly unwilling to give up, and tried to track the suspect once more, but the result was still the same.
Seeing that he couldn't track him down for the time being, Wen Su had no choice but to give up temporarily and go back to think of another way. So he sent Ji Lin back first.
As he left the mansion, Wen Su looked back once more.
Why, here again? Why?
Back at the hotel, Wen Su called Cui Yongle, and after explaining the situation, Cui Yongle quickly calmed down.
"Wait for me in Houcheng, I have a plan."
"Your method is the best."
"certainly."
......
In the darkness, Zhou Ziqiu opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him.
Standing before him was the ghost bride who had brought him here.
What is your purpose?
Zhou Ziqiu's voice was extremely cold as he stared intently at the ghost bride who was right in front of him. Although it was dark around him, it did not affect his vision.
At the same time, he was filled with questions. What exactly did this ghost bride want? Wasn't she looking for Ji Lin? Why didn't she look for Ji Lin but instead took him away?
But what Zhou Ziqiu wants to know most right now is: Where is this place?
He calmly surveyed his surroundings and found himself still in the Prince's mansion. Everything around him was as dilapidated as before. The events of the moment had only lasted for a split second, but Wen Su had vanished. Moreover, Zhou Ziqiu noticed a faint black aura flowing around him. This black aura was unlike any other kind of yin energy. Zhou Ziqiu felt a chill run down his spine after just one glance. Clearly, this black aura was extremely malevolent.
The ghost bride did not answer Zhou Ziqiu's question, but instead walked towards him step by step with unsteady gait.
When Zhou Ziqiu saw the ghost bride approaching, he instinctively wanted to back away and create distance between himself and her, but he found—
He can't move!
The black mist he had just seen wrapped around his feet like vines. It wasn't enough to just wrap around his feet; it even snaked upwards up his calves, as if trying to wrap around his entire body!
Moreover, as soon as the black mist came into contact with Zhou Ziqiu, he felt a very familiar aura within it, but he couldn't recall ever having encountered such a thing before.
However, now is not the time to think about that. Zhou Ziqiu's eyes sharpened, and green ghost flames ignited around him, clinging to the black aura like maggots. A slight crackling sound rang out between the black and green flames, and Zhou Ziqiu felt that the black aura seemed to have weakened a lot. He immediately raised his hand to summon ghost flames to attack the ghost bride in front of him!
But the next second, something shocking happened to Zhou Ziqiu!
The black aura that had been weakening suddenly grew stronger, devouring his ghost fire like a gluttonous beast!
No, or rather, this black mist used his ghost fire as nourishment.
Zhou Ziqiu was shocked, but he reacted quickly. Before the black aura could entangle him again, he rushed forward, gripped the hilt of his longsword with both hands, and thrust the sharp black tip of the sword at the ghost bride in front of him. But when his longsword pierced the ghost bride's chest, the ghost bride's figure suddenly changed and she became someone Zhou Ziqiu did not expect!
At the same time, the black mist quickly wrapped around Zhou Ziqiu's feet and snaked upwards to bind his hands, causing the long sword in his hand to fall and dissipate in the air.
But that wasn't what Zhou Ziqiu cared about. He stared intently at the person in front of him, his eyes even bloodshot.
"It's you!"
He never imagined he would end up here.
Could it be that the Wen family's misfortunes and the "Red and White Duo" were all because of him?
As Zhou Ziqiu's mind raced, the person in front of him reached out and touched him, smiling with a beautiful face, and then embraced him.
In the darkness, black mist enveloped Zhou Ziqiu completely.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!"
"————!"
In the darkness, Wen Su suddenly woke up in bed, breathing heavily with fear and uncertainty. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his throat, and sweat streamed down his forehead.
This is not normal.
Wen Su stared at the ceiling, his mind uncontrollably replaying what he had just seen in his dream.
This is not normal.
In his dream, Wen Su saw nothing and was surrounded by darkness. Just as he was feeling lost, a loud "Su" suddenly rang in his ears, startling him awake.
This is not normal.
When he woke up and regained his consciousness, he suddenly realized that the sound "Su" did not come from his dream, but from beside his ear, but all he had was his dagger.
Moreover, he never dreams.
Wen Su closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath to calm his heartbeat, then turned over and turned on the bedside lamp. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized that only half an hour had passed since he fell asleep.
He wasn't sleepy at all; his mind was filled with the scene of Zhou Ziqiu disappearing before his eyes. He tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.
He swore he didn't want to hurt Zhou Ziqiu. He just wanted to find his family through Zhou Ziqiu. They were all ghosts, and Zhou Ziqiu would definitely see things he couldn't see, just like when Zhou Ziqiu suddenly said "A Su" at the door. He thought Zhou Ziqiu saw something, so he couldn't control his tone at the time.
Wen Su wiped his face, got out of bed, and sat in front of the French windows. He was wide awake now, so he took out the copper coins from his backpack and counted Zhou Ziqiu's safety bit by bit.
Even in the darkness, some people cannot fall asleep.
Cui Yongle sat in his office, in front of him was an open safe, and in his hand was a white box.
He stared at the box for a long time before finally placing it on the table.
As the sun sets in the west and rises in the east, it slowly climbs up from the distant mountains, its radiance turning the sky a brilliant yellow. An airplane flies across the sky, leaving a trail of white contrails.
At 10 a.m., Cui Yongle rushed to the hotel. Because the incident happened suddenly, he did not call anyone and came to Houcheng alone. He then placed the things he brought in front of Wen Su.
Wen Su immediately recognized that the white box was made of bone china. There was a bright red rune on the top of the lid, which seemed to have been formed naturally during the smelting process and was perfectly integrated with the porcelain. When Wen Su saw the rune clearly, his brows furrowed instantly, and his gaze toward Cui Yongle became sharp: "Nourishing the soul? Whose soul?"
There are many ways to nourish a soul. Some nourish yang souls, some nourish yin souls, some use human blood, and some use treasures. The methods and uses are different, and the degree of danger and evil in nourishing a soul is also different. The soul-nourishing talisman on this box is a relatively evil one. It is made by smelting the bones of dead people born in yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin hour into a container, and then melting the extremely evil black dog blood into it during the smelting process. The soul that can be nourished by an extremely yin and evil object is obviously not a yang soul.
Wen Su had a vague suspicion in his mind.
Cui Yongle did not answer, but asked him a question instead.
Do you know where the green lamp came from?
Wen Su countered, "What does this have to do with the box?"
"That's right, that's the origin of the Green Lamp."
Cui Yongle pointed to the white box on the table.
—A thousand years ago.
"Ziqiu, I'm here!"
A young man dressed in white ran excitedly to the front of a mansion. He skillfully pushed open the door and met the gaze of a young man sitting and reading in the hall. The young man had already heard the sound from the doorway and immediately sighed, asking, "Why are you here again?"
Upon hearing the boy's words, the boy in white immediately pouted: "What's wrong with me coming? I'm coming anyway, even if you don't welcome me." Every time he came here, the boy would ask him this, but he was never stopped from coming in.
The boy sighed again: "Have you finished your studies? Has your father allowed you to come out?"
The boy in white shook his head and smiled, "No, I snuck out." Then he grabbed the boy and complained, "Good Ziqiu, I really don't want to learn. I really can't memorize those runes."
"Besides, I don't believe in any gods or Buddhas in this world."
This was a truly novel idea. The young man looked up at him and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Seeing the boy ask this question, the boy in white finally managed to express all the thoughts that had been weighing on his mind for years: "Look, if there really are gods and Buddhas, why don't they help us? Grandma Wang at the village entrance has a Buddha statue and burns incense every day, but both of her sons are dead, her daughters-in-law have left, and she herself is struggling to make ends meet. Why doesn't the Buddha help her?"
After saying all this, the young man in white gave his conclusion: "Therefore, it's better to work hard yourself than to trust them."
Having finally voiced all his thoughts, the young man in white felt extremely relieved. However, when he turned his gaze to the boy, he found him staring at him blankly, seemingly unable to accept it. He quickly scratched his head and apologized, "I was just saying, don't mind me."
The boy finally came to his senses and shook his head: "No, I don't mind, I'm just surprised."
"An accident?" the white-clad youth asked, puzzled.
The boy nodded: "What you said may seem like a violation of etiquette at first glance, but if we disregard what others have imposed on us, what you said is actually quite right."
Seeing that the boy not only didn't scold him, but even agreed with his words, the boy in white was overjoyed: "Ziqiu! You really are my kindred spirit!"
Several months ago, he secretly ran away from his home classroom. Just as his father was about to catch him, the door suddenly opened and pulled him inside. Although it was a misunderstanding—he thought his father was being chased—it was this misunderstanding that allowed him to meet the boy in front of him. Although the boy looked sixteen or seventeen, he was calm and composed and spoke elegantly, clearly from a high-class family. Usually, he disliked this kind of person the most, but this boy had a quality that made him unable to dislike him.
The boy smiled.
Just then, a shout rang out from outside the door: "Cui Hui! Cui Hui!"
Upon hearing his father's voice, Cui Hui quickly stood up: "My father is here, I have to go now! I'll come find you again tomorrow!"
The boy initially agreed, but then suddenly remembered what day it was tomorrow. Just as he was about to tell him not to go out, Cui Hui pushed open the door and rushed out.
The boy could only sigh, hoping that nothing unexpected would happen tomorrow.
But fate had other plans. The next day, the boy waited for a long time but Cui Hui did not arrive. He looked at the darkening sky and stood up.
Today is the Ghost Festival, when the gates of the underworld open and ghosts roam freely; the living should not venture out.
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