Fuyao cried out in amazement: "...You?!"
Hua Cheng snorted coldly and ignored her. Lan Chang, seeing this, took off running. Fu Yao noticed, turned back sharply, and shouted, "Stop!"
Before he could take a step, a white silk thread suddenly appeared, encircling Lan Chang's ankles. Lan Chang fell, rolled over on the ground, clutching her belly. It seemed the fetus had returned to her. Xie Lian, while gathering Ruo Xie, said, "If you want her to stop, this is what you should do... Just yelling is useless. By the way, you just mentioned your general. What happened to your general?"
Fuyao didn't answer. Instead, he snorted and stepped forward to grab Lanchang's arm. He seemed genuinely angry. Not only was he grabbing a woman with such rudeness, he had even cursed her, "Fuck you!" This was completely unlike his usual Fuyao. But before he could pull Lanchang to her feet, her stomach suddenly expanded like a balloon, and a white shadow suddenly shot out, screaming and lunging at Fuyao's face.
Fetal spirit!
Each time it returned to the mother's womb, it accumulated a new round of energy. Therefore, this attack was extremely dangerous. Fu Yao had to concentrate and counter it. With one palm strike, he struck the fetus like a ball, sending it crashing against the wall with a thud and bouncing towards Xie Lian. Fu Yao shouted, "Catch it! Don't let it escape!"
Before Xie Lian could move, Hua Cheng had already blocked his way. The ball-like fetal spirit came to a sudden stop in front of him and attacked Fu Yao again. Here, a ball of ghosts was darting around in the corridor, and the situation below was also extremely chaotic. All he could hear was the "guys" downstairs begging for mercy: "Masters, please have mercy! We are just trying to make a living!" "Yeah, we won't dare to do that again! In fact, we usually just steal a few chickens from the neighborhood. It's all because of that green... green uncle who forced us to be his subordinates. He's in the kitchen now!"
Seeing the chaos, Xie Lian remembered something and jumped down from the second floor. Qi Rong was sitting in the kitchen, legs crossed, happily picking his teeth and waiting for his "meal" to be delivered. Suddenly, there was a loud "boom!" and a figure kicked down a wall, leaped in, and asked, "Qi Rong, where's Guzi?"
This typical martial god's way of entering scared Qi Rong so much that he jumped up: "You?! Why are you here? Why couldn't you knock properly and have to come in like this?!"
Without a word, Xie Lian rushed over and knocked him unconscious with two "Pa Pa" blows. He pinned him down on the chopping block like a duck and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Where did you take that kid?"
Qi Rong bared his teeth and said, "Hey, hey, look, this is not full of it?"
What's all over the floor? Human bones!
Xie Lian was furious. He exerted force on his hand, and Qi Rong howled in agony, "Ahhhhhhhh my hand! It's broken! It's broken! Cousin Crown Prince, wait a minute! Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth. I lied to you. I didn't eat it! I didn't eat it! I was about to eat it, but I haven't eaten it yet!"
Xie Lian asked, “Then where is he?”
Qi Rong said, "Don't put pressure on me! I'm telling you, the little burden is locked up in the woodshed next door. Just open the door and take a look!"
Xie Lian ordered Ruo Xie to restrain Qi Rong and opened a small door to the side of the kitchen. Sure enough, Gu Zi was curled up inside. Xie Lian sniffed and saw that his breathing was steady, his cheeks rosy, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly. However, when he picked him up, he felt that the child's body was burning hot, as if he had a high fever, and he felt something was wrong.
At this time, the monks and Taoists also rushed in. As soon as they entered the kitchen, they stepped on bones all over the floor and almost slipped. The scene was shocking, and they all said, "Ah? A shady shop!"
"Could it be that all those dishes out there... are made... of human flesh?!"
"I said there's no chicken claw as long as your fingers!"
At this moment, there was another loud bang, and a big hole appeared in the ceiling, and a ball of white matter crashed in. Everyone said, "What the hell?!"
In a moment, Fuyao also jumped down from the cave, threw out more than a dozen yellow talismans with one hand, and shouted: "Get out of here! Don't interfere with my work!"
Everyone said, "Ah! Master!"
Then, Lan Chang also dragged herself down and said, "Don't hit him anymore!"
Everyone said again: "Wow! Woman!"
The yellow talismans flew like steel spikes and flying knives. Xie Lian dodged them slightly and missed them, but Qi Rong was unable to dodge and was pierced by a dense mass of thorns on his back. He screamed wildly, "Kill the ghosts!!!"
Everyone swarmed over, gathered around his back to study him, and exclaimed in amazement, "This talisman-throwing technique... is truly exquisite..."
The kitchen, once a busy place, was suddenly filled with noise and bustle. Fuyao chased the fetal spirit, rising and falling, while Lan Chang chased Fuyao like a madman. Half of Qi Rong's face was deformed by Xie Lian pressing it against the chopping board, and half of his back was shattered by the yellow talisman thrown by Fuyao. A crowd of people surrounded him, and Lan Chang would occasionally step on him, wailing, "Why? Why are there so many people? Who are you? Who the hell are you? Are we even going to eat??? Why is it like this everywhere??? Do you all have a grudge against me?!"
At this point, his eyes darted past the collapsed kitchen wall and gazed outside the inn. Huacheng seemed oblivious to the chaos unfolding. He sat calmly beneath a tree, even finding the leisure to play with gold foil and build a temple. Who knows how long he'd been playing with this idleness, until before him, a dozen or so pieces of gold foil had already formed a magnificent little house.
Qi Rong immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone, look outside! Xueyu Tanhua has turned into a ghost! Anyone who has a grudge against him, get out now! Don't miss this opportunity! If you miss this opportunity, you'll lose it forever..."
Before he could finish his words, a kitchen knife, gleaming coldly and stained with blood, suddenly lodged between his teeth. The handle was in Xie Lian's hand.
He smiled and said, "Huh? What are you yelling about?"
Qi Rong didn't see how Xie Lian stuffed the knife into his mouth at all. He just felt a chill in his mouth and the tip of his tongue suddenly felt like there was something extremely sharp in front of it. Although he was unharmed, if it moved even a little bit more, his mouth would be full of blood. So he stopped talking abruptly.
However, everyone had already spotted Hua Cheng playing with the gold foil palace from a distance outside the inn, and asked, "Is that him?!"
"That's probably it!"
Before they could, Xie Lian grabbed Guzi in one hand and Ruo Xie in the other and ran out. Qi Rong was tied up by Ruo Xie and dragged along the ground, screaming as he was dragged, "Damn Xie Lian, you must have done this on purpose! I've never seen such a sinister fake Bai Lian like you! Ahh ...
Everyone discussed it for a while and said, "Should we charge...or not?"
"Be careful, there might be a trap. How about we just watch from a distance?"
Just at this moment, Hua Cheng also finished building the small golden palace. He stood up, raised one eyebrow, looked down at the small house he had just built, and kicked it lightly.
With a loud crash, the golden palace collapsed.
And the inn also collapsed with a loud bang.
The illusion was shattered. Xie Lian looked back. Behind him, there was no inn at all, just a small, collapsed hut. In such a desolate mountain, such a house was normal. The inn he had just seen was just a trick.
The monks and Taoist priests, who hadn't even had time to discuss whether to charge, were crushed beneath the collapsed house, knocked unconscious by the pile of rotten wood and straw. Xie Lian trotted over to Hua Cheng and asked, "Sanlang, won't you be affected by using your magic like this?"
Hua Cheng waved his hand casually, and the gold foil vanished into thin air. He said, "Don't worry, brother. This level won't cause any trouble."
At this moment, a piece of the broken roof moved twice, and Fuyao lifted up a handful of straw and came out, shouting angrily: "You are fine, but I am!"
He finally caught the fetal spirit, but his vision went dark. He looked up and saw the shabby roof collapsing right in front of him, hitting him squarely in the face. Fuyao tore a handful of straw from her head and stormed over to Xie Lian and Huacheng. She shouted at Huacheng, who was now shorter than her, "You...did you do this on purpose?!"
Hua Cheng blinked, without refutation or ridicule. He simply raised his dark eyes and looked at Xie Lian. Xie Lian immediately dropped his arm and wrapped it around his shoulders, protecting him. "No, no, absolutely not. Children don't know how to handle their blows... Sorry, Fuyao."
Fuyao, with her hair in disarray, said in disbelief, "...a child? Your Highness, you don't really think I'm so blind that I can't tell who this is, do you?"
Xie Lian said bewilderedly, "What are you talking about? This is just an ordinary child."
“…”
Fuyao narrowed her eyes as she stared at Huacheng. Behind her, she heard a faint "crackling" sound. Lanchang had also lifted a piece of the roof and climbed out. Fuyao turned back to look for her. Xie Lian breathed a sigh of relief and placed the grain on the ground. At that moment, a voice sounded hesitantly in his ear: "...Your Highness?"
Xie Lian immediately stood up and asked, “…Feng Xin?”
It was Feng Xin on the other end, and he sounded relieved. "Great! Your password hasn't changed."
Xie Lian couldn't help but laugh dryly. Eight hundred years ago, the command he'd used to first activate his spiritual connection was "Just recite the Tao Te Ching a thousand times." Eight hundred years later, it hadn't changed, and Feng Xin surprisingly still remembered it. Xie Lian recalled Feng Xin's laughter when he'd first heard the command, and with a slightly untimely nostalgia, he said, "Yes, it hasn't changed. How's everything going in Heaven now? Does the Emperor know about the spiritual text?"
Hua Cheng realized he was talking to a priest from the Upper Heaven Court, so he consciously stepped away and placed his hand on Gu Zi's forehead, testing him for illness. Feng Xin's voice turned serious again, saying, "It's not good. I understand. The Upper Heaven Court is in chaos right now."
Xie Lian sighed, "The coordination and allocation of all matters in the Upper Heaven Court has always been handled by Ling Wen. No wonder. Is there no other Wen Shen who can take over?"
Feng Xin said, "They're on duty, but it's useless. Normally, they curse the Spiritual Literature Hall more than anyone else, as if they could do ten times better in that position. Now that something's happened and they have to take over, no one can even do even 30% of the job. Just compiling and organizing the information is enough to make them dizzy. Several of the literary gods have refused to do the job."
Xie Lian shook his head and listened to Feng Xin again. "And it's not just Ling Wen. Mu Qing is in trouble too. He was originally imprisoned, but he injured the guarding priest and escaped."
"What?!"
Hearing this, Xie Lian shuddered and immediately looked up at Fuyao. The young man in black was talking to Lan Chang, his brows etched with displeasure and a touch of anxiety. Xie Lian walked further away, lowering his voice, and asked, "What happened to Mu Qing? How could this happen?!"
Feng Xin said, "Not only was he imprisoned, but all the priests in Xuanzhen Temple were suspended pending investigation. It's all because of that fetal spirit."
Xie Lian lowered his voice, "What happened to the fetal spirit? Is it really related to him?"
Feng Xin said, "Yes. The demon suppression efforts across the country were disbanded. Mu Qing was in charge of the female ghost Lan Chang and the fetal spirit, but he failed to capture them, allowing them to escape. However, during the capture, the fetal spirit identified Mu Qing, saying that it was Mu Qing who had ripped it out of its mother's womb and turned it into a living ghost."
"impossible!"
Xie Lian blurted out, “Impossible! Mu Qing is… well, there’s no reason for him to do something like this.”
Feng Xindao said, "I don't know. But it's said that there's a kind of evil technique that uses dead babies to practice, which can achieve the goal of rapid ascension. Now many people suspect that there might be something wrong with his ascension, so they originally planned to detain him first and then slowly investigate all his past whereabouts. Who knew that he lost his patience and ran away on his own? Now it's confirmed that he's guilty and fled."
Xie Lian said, "Wait, wait, wait. This is so wrong. If Mu Qing is the murderer, why didn't Tai Ling and Lan Chang recognize him in the Divine Martial Hall all that time, but instead pointed him out when Mu Qing was arresting them? Isn't this a clear frame-up?"
Feng Xin said, "It was already like this when I found out, and I have no idea what's going on there. I heard that Lan Chang and the fetal spirit didn't know who the caster was, but that back then, after the little ghost became evil and left the altar, he accidentally woke up and lost control. He bit the caster on the arm, leaving a scar. When the fetal spirit was fighting Mu Qing, he happened to see a bite mark on Mu Qing's arm as well. It was an old wound, hundreds of years old."
Xie Lian asked, “…Does this bite mark match the fetal spirit’s teeth marks?”
Feng Xin said: "It matches perfectly."
Xie Lian concentrated and asked, “How does Mu Qing explain this wound?”
Feng Xin said, "He admitted that he had indeed seen the fetus, but he denied being the murderer. He said that he only saved the fetus out of kindness and was accidentally bitten by it. This explanation is worse than no explanation at all."
That's right, because, in everyone's impression, things like "helping out of kindness", "caring for children", and "doing good deeds without leaving a name" have nothing to do with Mu Qing. Mu Qing is a very "alone" person, and has never shown any extra love. He doesn't have many close friends in the Heavenly Court. When something like this happened, no one believed his explanation, and naturally no one took the initiative to speak for him. Perhaps because of this, he chose to escape and find out the truth. Feng Xin said: "Anyway, it's a mess now. Your Highness, where are you now? The Emperor said that thousands of ghosts have gathered and I'm afraid they can't be stopped. Come back and gather for a meeting!"
Xie Lian said, “I’m…”
Before he finished speaking, Fuyao's cold voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Who are you talking to?"
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