If one truly wanted to get away with it, making the wording slightly ambiguous or even pretending to be joking would be fine. However, Mingyi had answered the first two questions concisely and without fuss, and the last one should be no different. Otherwise, it would be unlike Mingyi, and would indirectly prove her abnormality.
Xie Lian and Ming Yi stared at each other calmly. After a long pause, Ming Yi finally spoke.
He replied in the same tone as the previous two sentences: "One of the Five Masters, the younger brother of Water Master Wudu, Wind Master Qingxuan."
Shi Qingxuan shook his head and said, "Hey, why don't you say 'my best friend'?"
Mingyi looked at him: "Who is that?"
Hearing this, Xie Lian secretly let out a sigh of relief.
As mentioned earlier, while Baihua Zhenxian is called "Xian," they are not truly "Xian." As long as they remain within the category of goblins and ghosts, they cannot escape the characteristics of this group. Three sentences are sufficient, and all three are undoubtedly true. It seems Mingyi is clear. Unless Shi Wudu and Shi Qingxuan are not biological brothers, such a speechless and shocking reversal would not have occurred.
Unexpectedly, before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, Mingyi suddenly attacked, aiming straight for his throat!
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng simultaneously moved to intercept his hand. The three hands moved like three flashes of lightning, dazzling Shi Qingxuan so much that he leaped to his feet and shouted, "Brother Ming! What are you doing?"
Ming Yi stared at Xie Lian and said in a deep voice, "You asked three questions, and last time, I only asked one."
Xie Lian smiled and said, "Master Geomancer, please review the rules carefully. I never said you can only ask one question per round."
Ming Yi said, "Okay. Now I'll ask you a follow-up question. Who are you?"
Xie Lian asked, “Didn’t you already answer this question yourself just now?”
Mingyi said, "Perhaps I answered incorrectly. If not, please explain, Your Highness, why you suddenly designed this game and why you asked these three strange questions. Your Excellency the Ghost King possesses remarkable abilities, but using them for this kind of entertainment is a waste of talent."
Hua Cheng smiled and said, "How can you say that? I'm happy to use it however you like."
You must know that Xie Lian and Hua Cheng viewed Ming Yi suspiciously, and Ming Yi viewed them equally suspiciously. Ever since Ming Yi's sudden attack, they had begun talking, no longer communicating through the spirit communication array. Shi Qingxuan had no idea what they were arguing about, but he didn't dare remove his earplugs. He simply said, "Stop, stop, stop! I command you to stop immediately and tell me what's happening, or else... or else I'll be the one to blame!" He then unfolded his Wind Master Fan. Ming Yi, however, pushed him aside, saying, "Get out of the way! Stop causing more trouble!"
At that moment, a sudden, chilling gust of wind swept through, sending the bonfire around the four people swirling up and down, dancing wildly. The shadows of the flames were scattered, casting a strange, almost uncanny glimpse of the faces of the male and female deities on the altar of the dilapidated temple. Mingyi grabbed Shi Qingxuan again and said warily, "Something's coming."
Shi Qingxuan had just been pushed to the ground headfirst, and now he was grabbed again. He said with stars in his eyes: "Brother Ming! Can you please be nicer to me!!!"
Mingyi said: "I'm busy!"
Xie Lian had been keeping a close eye on the two statues, and suddenly said, "Look at their eyes!"
The four of them looked back and saw four bloody streaks on the faces of the two smiling Feng Shui priests. Tears of blood were actually flowing from the eyes of the clay statues.
Statues that have been consecrated, erected, and worshipped have a certain deterrent effect on demons and monsters. While they won't completely flee, they generally can't be damaged or defaced by non-human beings. The Baihua Zhenxian was truly remarkable. While Shi Qingxuan was still present, he made the Wind Master statue shed tears of blood in front of the Wind Master himself. The tears flowed more and more, falling to the ground and slowly converging into a twisted, complex shape. Shi Qingxuan wondered, "What is that? Is it... drawing?"
He couldn't figure out what shape it was, so he didn't get close, but simply shifted his focus, repeatedly trying to figure it out. A moment later, Xie Lian suddenly realized: This isn't a picture, it's a word written upside down!
He immediately shouted, "Don't read it! It's written for you!"
Ming Yi slashed out with his palm, and with a loud bang, the bloodstains on the ground and the two statues were shattered into pieces. Shi Qingxuan was stunned: "Brother Ming! You...you you you, don't let my brother know, or he won't forgive you!"
Destroying another priest's statue was a grave disrespect to that priest. And today, Ming Yi had first smashed the plaque and then the statue, tantamount to a tirade against someone's house. He had smashed the signboard and then slapped the person twice. If word got out, they wouldn't let it go, and who knew if it would cause a bloody storm. At that moment, Xie Lian inadvertently turned around and noticed that the words on the plaque they had smashed and neatly placed aside that day were wrong. The plaque had clearly been inscribed with gold on a blue background, reading "Feng Shui Temple," but now it had become a blood-red, twisted text, vaguely resembling the word "death."
He quickly covered Shi Qingxuan's eyes and shouted in the spiritual array: "Close your eyes!"
Shi Qingxuan said: "What happened again?!"
Xie Lian said, “Nothing much, just the words on your temple plaque have changed. They knew you couldn’t hear now, so they wrote it.”
Shi Qingxuan said, "Dead! Now I can neither hear nor see, isn't that deaf and blind?!"
Xie Lian let go of his hand and said, "It's okay, calm down, we're here for you."
Mingyi grabbed Shi Qingxuan by the back of his collar and dragged him aside. Shi Qingxuan still had his eyes closed, clasped his hands together and said, "This is so reassuring!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside the dilapidated temple. Xie Lian’s eyes blurred, and the next moment, a large group of people, howling and screaming, rushed in like a dark tide.
This crowd was truly bizarre, with all sorts of strange and bizarre figures. Some had been beheaded, some hanged, some had their heads sliced open with machetes, some had their stomachs ripped open... all sorts of things. Shi Qingxuan couldn't hear or see, but he could sense the chaotic footsteps around him, and even felt a few shoves and jostles from the chaos. Inside the spiritual formation, he exclaimed in astonishment, "What's going on? What's coming? Why are there so many people all of a sudden?"
Xie Lian said, “It’s no big deal. It’s the Blood Society Fire Night Parade. We should just leave as soon as possible.”
In some places, the Blood Festival, in addition to the daytime parade, also features evening entertainment. Not only do the paraders enjoy the thrill of scaring people, but many ordinary citizens also find it tempting to do so. So, they imitate the Blood Festival's eerie makeup and go out at night to scare people. Perhaps, right now, the four of them just happened to be caught in one of these night parades.
The makeup of these ordinary people was certainly not as exquisite and realistic as the orthodox parades in the daytime, but the advantage was that there were so many people that it was spectacular and dazzling. Moreover, in the dark, the visibility was unclear and it was also very scary. Therefore, in towns with such a traditional entertainment, on the night of the blood festival, the locals would close their doors and not go out. These night wanderers who were wandering around outside finally saw someone in the dilapidated temple. They found their prey and were extremely excited. More than 50 people rushed in at once, and the dilapidated temple was instantly crowded. The four people were drowned in the tide of demons. Xie Lian looked back frequently, but he could only see Hua Cheng was still beside him, always no more than two steps away from him, while the other two were rushed seven or eight steps away. He said, "Everyone, get out!"
However, among these night wanderers, some are just there for fun, while others are scoundrels or small businessmen who specifically try to squeeze a little money from the tourists who come from far away to watch the Blood Festival. They stop them and pester them, saying, "Gentlemen, please give us a tip!" "We worked so hard to dress up, just give us a tip for fun!" "Yes, it's not easy for us brothers, this only happens once a year!" "If you don't give us a tip, be careful that the ghost master will come to find you!"
Since it had nothing to do with him, Hua Cheng stood by and watched without any anxiety. He laughed heartily and said, "I'd like to see if any ghost dares to come after me."
At this moment, Xie Lian glanced over and suddenly saw a pale-faced hanged ghost at the edge of the crowd in the ruined temple. He was smiling sinisterly as he put a hemp rope around a person's neck.
Although the surroundings were noisy and everyone was covered in blood, with crooked noses and eyes, and they kept pretending to kill each other, you kill me, I kill you, you die, I die, and from time to time someone would fall down with strange screams, making it impossible to tell whether it was true or not, but Xie Lian instinctively felt that something was wrong with that "person". He raised his hand and Ruo Xie flew out, hitting the hanged ghost right on the head.
Sure enough, the hanged ghost screamed, transformed into a stream of black smoke, and disappeared into a crack in the ground. While others were oblivious, Xie Lian saw it clearly and shouted from within the spirit communication array, "Everyone, be careful! Something's trying to take advantage of the situation!"
Compared to before, there was a faint ghostly aura in this Feng Shui temple. It was certainly not the real Baihua Immortal, but a small minion that had sneaked in from nowhere. Playing ghost all day would eventually attract a real ghost, and showing up at this critical moment was really adding insult to injury. There were too many people in the temple and it was too chaotic, with heads bumping into heads and feet stepping on feet. It was impossible to tell who the ghostly aura came from. Xie Lian pulled Hua Cheng out of the Feng Shui temple. When he asked Feng Shi what was going on with them, he found that his magic power was running out and he could no longer communicate with the spirits. In a hurry, he said to Hua Cheng, "Sanlang, lend me some of your magic power and I'll return it to you later!"
Of course, the phrase "I'll return it to you later" was just a casual remark; he'd never been able to repay the mana he'd borrowed before. Hua Cheng said, "Okay," reaching out and shaking his hand. Xie Lian felt a faint warmth spreading through him, and just then, several more blood-soaked figures rushed out of the Feng Shui temple, chasing him. The last one, his entrails dislodged as he ran, his face covered in corpse-spots, a faint ghostly aura emanating from him. Xie Lian instinctively raised his hand and struck him through the air.
There was a loud explosion-like sound, and at the same time, a blinding white light flashed. It took Xie Lian a long while to react.
Where the seppuku demon had stood among the crowd, only a pile of black, charred debris remained. The entire roof of the Feng Shui temple before them had been blown away. The noisy night-time visitors inside were all frozen in place, stunned by the loud noise and the flash of white light.
“…”
Xie Lian looked up at the roofless Feng Shui temple, then down at his hands. Finally, he slowly turned around and looked at Hua Cheng behind him. Hua Cheng smiled at him and said, "Is this enough?"
“…”
Xie Lian said, "That's enough. Actually...really, just a little bit is enough."
Hua Cheng said, "Yes, a little. Do you want more? I can give you as much as you want."
Xie Lian quickly shook his head. He had borrowed mana from Shi Qingxuan, Nanfeng, and others before, and they had been generous. However, Xie Lian had never experienced this feeling, as if all the blood in his body had become electricity, coursing through his body. If he had previously used the borrowed mana frugally, taking every bite and not wasting it, now he felt like he could eat ten bowls without any problem.
The magical power transferred from Hua Cheng was so powerful, filling his entire body, that Xie Lian barely dared to move, fearing that a wave of his hand would cause something nearby to explode. Taking advantage of the momentary silence, he quickly spoke into the spiritual communication array, "Master Wind Master, where are you? I left the temple and didn't see you."
Shi Qingxuan said in the formation, "Oh my god... Your Highness, why did your voice suddenly become so loud? I've also left the Feng Shui Temple."
Xie Lian retracted a bit of his magical power and said, "Sorry, I lost control. How did you get out? Are you okay?" Shi Qingxuan had his ears plugged and his eyes closed. Shi Qingxuan replied, "Hey, how else could I have gotten out? Brother Ming pulled me out. I'm lucky I didn't get trampled to death by those people."
Immediately afterwards, Ming Yi's voice echoed through the spiritual formation. However, his words froze the small smile that had just appeared on Xie Lian's face. He said, "It wasn't me!"
no? !
Oh no! Xie Lian turned around abruptly and said, “Master Wind Master! Who was it that took you away?!”
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