Wen Jingge changed into her gorgeous clothes, which were very heavy, so she needed two people to help her walk. Lu Wei and Liang Si were naturally used as laborers.
"It's a good thing it's nighttime; it would be unbearably hot during the day." Lu Wei scoffed, then playfully flicked the crown off her head. "I must say, you look quite good in this. Don't you have a regal air about you?"
"Wow, you've got a lot of new words coming out of your mouth!" Wen Jingge teased him. "Alright, stop being cheeky. If you like, I'll take it off and let you wear it."
"No way! You are the ancestor, I wouldn't dare."
"You're so cheeky!" Wen Jingge glared at him.
Wen Xueshan and her group of men in black robes stopped in front of the sedan chair. The sedan chair was decorated quite luxuriously, with gold and silver embroidery, and the top of the sedan chair was inlaid with dazzling gemstones, showing off its extravagance.
The sedan chair was square, with two people standing on each side. She could tell that it was a sedan chair carried by eight people.
Several girls were scattered around the sedan chair. They were the only bright spots among the indigenous people in the dark night, because they were dressed in red and had silver ornaments on their heads. As they walked, they scattered flowers around the sedan chair.
This strange custom gave Wen Jingge the illusion that she was about to get married; it was even more so if you ignored the fact that there were no doors around the sedan chair.
The silver bells on the girls' clothes jingled, as if writing a new chapter for the night's color spectrum.
The parade took a while, and by the time they arrived at their destination, it was exactly midnight.
Wen Xueshan and her group knelt on the ground, muttering something unintelligible. Liang Si and Wang Xi both looked bewildered. Lu Wei's expression changed. Yang Wennan opened his closed eyes and looked at the group with confusion. As for Ling Yi, he had somehow climbed onto the bridal sedan chair and was holding onto Wen Jinge's hand tightly, as if he were afraid.
"Ancestor, the Ghost Festival has begun. Please take your place."
Just as Wen Jingge was about to make a move, Ling Yi tugged at her sleeve. Wen Xueshan stepped forward to help him and handed her a strange container holding a torch. "Please, Ancestor, light this sacred fire."
Ling Yi hugged her hand and said coquettishly, "Master, shall we go back to sleep?"
Kids will always be kids!
Wen Jingge sighed inwardly.
She knew perfectly well that something was strange about this place!
But how could Wen Xueshan let them leave with such a hasty answer?
"Master," Ling Yi whispered in her ear, but didn't speak. Instead, he traced words on her palm with his finger. "What kind of tree is that? Are the leaves red or yellow?"
"Yellow? Ginkgo?"
“Those leaves were originally red, but they faded over time due to wind and rain.” Ling Yi rubbed his eyes, pretending to be sleepy, and continued writing in her palm, “The Buddha of Sorrow and Joy is also on the tree.”
In a daze, Wen Jingge recalled what Ling Yi had said not long ago: he had seen her kill many people right where she had saved him.
Perhaps, this applies not only to the past, but also to the future.
The so-called villain is indeed a villain, but...
She looked at Qiao Yu.
The villain isn't just Qiao Yu; therefore, the things Qiao Yu does in "The Heavenly Pulse Sword God" are fictional, but the things he does to others are not necessarily true.
"Okay! I'll take you back to sleep after we're done." Wen Jingge patted his shoulder and secretly stuffed all the beads that suppressed his abilities into his hand. "Take these, Shizun will be right back."
Lu Wei opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just watched her get off the bridal sedan chair.
The young girl knelt down and transformed into paper figures, forming a carpet that connected to the tree. Only then did Wen Jingge notice that these girls were all puppets.
Several disciples gathered around the bridal sedan chair, watching their master walk further and further away, the path leading to the trees seemingly without end.
"One thousand and four, one thousand and five, one thousand and six... one thousand nine hundred and twenty..."
"What are you counting!" Lu Wei slapped Ling Yi on the forehead. He knew this kid was a bit mischievous. "What did you see?"
"Master, they will all die."
"What?" Yang Wennan's eyes, which had been wide open and still had some white showing, were now empty and black. "It's...it's like this."
"Can you guys stop playing games?" Wang Xi glared fiercely at the group. They were all hogging the food, and all she did was hog it. So what if her cultivation was a little weaker? Why were they treating her like this?!
Lu Wei casually cast a protective barrier and then used his mental technique to transmit his voice to the group, "Were these people talking about something from the Soul Clan?"
"Yes, I didn't understand at first, but I understood later."
"Tell me quickly! Senior Brother Yang, are you trying to drive me crazy?" Wang Xi raised her fist to punch him, but then suddenly remembered how injured he was because of the uncontrollable power of the Soul Clan, and felt a little sorry for him.
“At first I thought it was about sacrificing our lives to the master, but later…” He was a little uneasy. His master had gone so far away, he was afraid something had happened. “Now I understand, it is, it is about the master’s life returning to the mountains and forests, asking the dead to return.”
"All returned to the mountains and forests? The dead?" Liang Si asked with a bitter expression, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, as if he had suddenly endured something.
"Senior brother!" Wang Xi exclaimed, looking around warily. "What just happened?"
"It's nothing." However, Liang Si looked at Lu Wei, no, at Qiao Yu, with a complicated expression. "Grandmaster, shall I give my body to you when we return to the sect?"
"Huh?" Lu Wei scratched his head. For him, this was naturally a good thing, but why was it so sudden?
"What exactly happened to you just now?"
Liang Si wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, still smiling bitterly, "Grandmaster, please don't worry about it. Qiao Yu doesn't deserve such good protection."
Having been kidnapped by the old Taoist priest, Lu Wei knew that the misunderstanding between the master and his two disciples was quite significant, and Liang Si must have remembered something again.
Perhaps, like Ling Yi, he was thinking about the future in advance, and he didn't want to see the terrible scene become a reality.
"So, what happened to Qiao Yu in the end?" Lu Wei suddenly became curious, thinking that maybe she could find a way to escape the fate of being disgusted by Wen Jingge from time to time!
"Besides killing your master, what other evil deeds did he do?"
"My master wasn't killed by him, I killed him." Liang Si sneered and followed Wen Jingge with the crowd.
As an elderly person who had slept underground for many years, he longed for good skin and ultimately had to bow to evil forces, becoming a good public servant.
He was truly enraged upon hearing this.
He died as a demon, and his temperament had to be tempered in front of Wen Jinge, this domineering tiger, but he really didn't care about these disciples: "You come back here!"
He didn't know what Wen Jinge was planning, but after spending half a year together, they had developed a tacit understanding as brothers, or rather, as master and servant.
At a time like this, she clearly didn't want anyone to cause trouble.
"Are you going up there to die?" Lu Wei grabbed the ribbon hanging from the bridal sedan chair and flew over.
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