"How much further do we have to go? It doesn't look that far!" Wen Jingge was about to turn around to look at the location of her bridal sedan chair when Wen Xueshan stopped her.
"Ancestor, there is no turning back on the Ghost Festival."
"So how do you come back every year?"
Wen Xueshan's face darkened, and she didn't know how to respond.
"Oh, I see, you walked back backwards."
Wen Xueshan: ...
Apart from Wen Xueshan, the rest of the Wen clan members rarely spoke. Most of the time, Wen Jingge could only hear the sounds of insects and birds in this city-state, and could not hear a single human voice.
At first, Wen Jingge wondered if many of these people were mute, and what kind of care she needed to give to their vulnerable and wounded hearts, blah blah blah...
She later discovered that these people preferred sign language to speaking, as if they were afraid of disturbing someone.
"Have my disciples caught up yet?"
"The First Patriarch originally wanted to follow, but the Second Patriarch called him back."
"Oh! Aren't they very polite!"
"yes."
"You were very polite too," Wen Jingge muttered, sounding like she was praising him. "You invited me over step by step, and I'm quite happy about it."
"It is a blessing for the younger generation to make the ancestor happy."
She clicked her tongue; this person really knows how to talk.
If it weren't for the fact that he was plotting against her, she would have taken him back to Xuan Yun Sect no matter what. It's a pity that such a well-behaved and sensible child is about to be lost.
Really?
"Yes." Wen Xueshan nodded.
For some reason, he felt that Wen Jingge's condition was not right at the moment, or rather, her condition had been wrong since she came back this time.
But the last time they met was hundreds of years ago. The ancestor was thin back then, and now he still carries some traces of the past. The era is so long that he can't remember what Wen Jinge was like back then.
However, a man's intuition can be quite accurate.
"If I let you die right now, would you feel it's a blessing?"
Wen Xueshan hesitated for a moment, her back hunched, looking much older. "Ancestor, I would naturally not dare to be disrespectful to a junior like you."
"So you dare not be disrespectful, rather than genuinely wanting to die in my place?"
Wen Jingge pursed her lips. This was somewhat of a moral blackmail, and Wen Xueshan couldn't win an argument with Wen Jingge.
"As a junior, I naturally respect my ancestor."
"Where is that demon prince?"
"He's been taken into custody."
"I need to see him now."
Wen Xueshan pointed to the sky, "The cages are all in the sky, he can't escape, please rest assured, Ancestor."
"It's the Ghost Festival! Demons and ghosts, demons and ghosts go hand in hand, so it's somewhat related. I was just going to light the torch by that tree, but the ones made of wood aren't very sturdy. They'll break after a few days of wind and rain. I think it would be suitable as a stick for the torch."
"Will the ancestor be happy?"
"meeting."
"Then I'll have someone do it."
So Wen Jingge watched as the people beside her stepped off the red carpet and quickly walked to the ancient ginkgo tree. Like monkeys, they jumped up and down and tied someone up.
It was none other than the demon prince who had escaped death.
At that moment, he looked at Wen Jingge, who was dressed in fine clothes, and muttered, "You, you must be mistaken! Why is she dressed so well while I have to go to jail!"
Want to change it up?
"think."
"I'll ask you again later." Wen Jingge squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly.
"Does the ancestor have a grudge against him?"
“He’s different from you. His hands and feet can regenerate. The demons grew from those filthy filth back then. Even if he loses his hands and feet, he can take hands from other people!”
[Ding-dong!]
Wen Jingge frowned.
How long has it been?
"Non-existent" actually knows how to intermittently come back to life? I haven't gotten revenge for the time I tricked her!
"do what?"
I observed the celestial phenomena last night!
"Important!"
It seems you're really going to die this time.
What if we don't die?
[Should I invite a few more bolts of lightning to liven things up? What if you die of joy from laughing so hard?]
"..." Wen Jingge was speechless for a moment. Now, "Non-existent" was speaking from increasingly tricky angles, and no longer liked to put on airs in front of her as before. She was more casual and had learned to be sarcastic.
"What's the difference between you doing this and me jumping around in my graveyard after I die?"
Jumping before death is a celebration; jumping after death is a summons to the soul.
"So you're here to celebrate?"
You've arrived at your destined place early. I'm just here to see if you'll die. If you do, there's nothing I can do to bring you back to life!
"You've saved them? Every time they got struck by lightning, wasn't it you who tampered with it?"
I'm logging off now. You'd better live well!
"Why do I suddenly not want to live anymore?"
I'll give you Lu Wei's body!
"Deal! Let's ship the goods now!"
【You you you!】 "Doesn't exist" has been discovered. It came on to masochism, yet one has no choice but to submit. 【The Imperial Mausoleum of the Thousand Yan Kingdom.】
"motherland?"
[The place where the first nation was founded.]
"..."
Promise me you'll live.
"Okay, I know, you're like a mother hen."
Although she complained, she was secretly delighted. However, Wen Xueshan misunderstood and thought that she hadn't done a good job, so she knelt down again, "Grandmaster, are you still not satisfied with making it into a stick?"
"Wen Jingge! Immortal Master Wen! I thank you!" The Demon Saint roared and cried at the same time, "Thank you for always, always hating me! For loathing me! Why did you make me give birth!"
"For world peace! For the health of the universe! For the happiness of all mankind!"
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