"Are you sure you can find those few?" The old man squinted, following the faint black line floating in the air.
It is invisible to ordinary people; that line connects to a person's soul, and looking at it makes one feel chilled to the bone.
That must be the mark of the Soul Clan.
A curse rooted deep in the human soul.
The old man suddenly laughed.
She started laughing and then she started crying.
Having lived in this world for so long, he truly believed himself to be a demon, forgetting that he was once a member of the Soul Clan.
Ghost cultivators originated from the Soul Clan.
His abilities all come from the Soul Clan, so his familiarity with them is only natural.
The Soul Clan was the first to be wiped out. Could this girl in front of me have lived for tens of thousands of years? Then why would she be willing to stay in the small Xuanmen as an elder?
The old man couldn't understand these things.
"It should be possible!" Wen Jingge sighed. "When I left, I set up an array around Wanzhang Peak. Anyone who touched the array would be absorbed into it and become a wandering soul."
"So they fell for a trap?" Looking at these irrational wandering souls, the old man suddenly felt that his defeat wasn't so unjust after all.
A person who is proficient in all disciplines, who is like a preacher? Who can defeat him!
He suddenly thought of the heavens.
"I will do it, and in return, you must give me back my freedom."
"good."
The old man didn't expect her to agree so quickly; he only set conditions for later bargaining.
Happiness came too suddenly, but he couldn't be happy at all, and even misunderstood that Wen Jinge was digging a pit for him.
“I not only…” she gazed thoughtfully at the lines, “but also confirmed that you can catch fish, and that you should know them. As for why, I don’t understand it now.”
The old man's joy suddenly sank into the icy river, almost freezing over.
"Can you finish your sentence at once? I'm an old man, and I can't take this kind of back-and-forth from you, young lady."
Wen Jingge leaned against the car window, watching Ling Yi busily tidying up. Life was peaceful and serene, but her mind was filled with thoughts of how to resolve this damned plot.
She smiled. The story had to continue, because she was lazy. Even the fortune teller had possessed Song Huan, coming to urge her on.
Although she didn't like following the established path, she looked up at the sky and thought of the black coffin again, "Will you do it or not?"
"Do it! Do I have a choice?" From the moment Wen Jingge put him into the car, he knew he had no room to resist.
"That's quite sensible." She closed the car door.
A unique memory resurfaced in my mind: this wood was hibiscus wood.
Wen Xueshan is a small branch that slaughter tore off from the tree that imprisoned her for thousands of years, and a branch that the monkey helped her plant further away.
The "further distance" refers to the place the monkeys first migrated to. After planting the tree there, the monkeys returned to the lakeside to continue guarding the monster in their mouths.
Later, when the waters of Qingqiu Lake were polluted and turned red, Shalu went to see this tree when he regained his freedom.
By then, the heavenly ladder connecting the human world and the celestial realm had long been destroyed. Based on the information she had heard, she reconstructed four ruins around the Fusang tree, asking Wen Xueshan to wait for her return.
At that time, Wen Xueshan was still a tree without feelings. Countless years passed, and when the blind slaughter arrived at the location of Fusang Tree, he had just transformed back into human form.
At that time, Shalu only said that she would not be herself when she came back. Fusangmu gave Shalu a piece of Duanmu and asked Shalu to give her a name.
Wen Xueshan seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to understand. She didn't commit much killing before embarking on her journey home again.
The hibiscus tree has now become this hearse, but Wen Xueshan is still alive.
A tree without a heart will die; where is the heart of the cedar tree?
Is it in the sky?
She sighed with a headache, "I'll wait for your plan."
"Me!" the old man exclaimed angrily. "Didn't you give me a plan? How can I give you a plan like this? I was captured as soon as I woke up. Ten thousand years have passed, and the world has changed so much. I don't know anything about it."
"That's your business." Wen Jingge walked to the edge of the dried-up spirit pool, tore open the barrier, and placed the black coffin inside.
A pure white snow lion suddenly rushed out of the forest. Wen Jingge was stunned for a moment before she remembered that Yang Wennan had brought it back from the Wuxiang Illusionary Realm about a year ago.
Later, in a hurry to leave, seeing that its rank was too low, he threw it into the woods near the spirit pool and sealed it away.
It was a low-level demon beast when it left home, but it has improved a lot now. Wen Jingge waved to it.
Upon seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar face, the snow-covered lion tentatively stood still and observed for a while before approaching, only after confirming that the person showed no hostility.
"They are quite vigilant," Wen Jingge praised, patted its head, and called Ling Yi over.
"Master, this..." Ling Yi was afraid when he saw the lion.
"You were always with your senior brother Yang when you first started out. This is what he brought back. You can take care of it from now on!"
The child was fascinated by furry things, especially this jade lion, which was pure white and looked rather silly, more like a big white dog without much brains than a lion. After confirming that it wouldn't harm him, Ling Yi asked happily, "What does it eat?"
"Asking about food instead of names, that's just like you." Wen Jingge was speechless for a moment. "Probably cannibalism!"
Ling Yi's smile vanished abruptly. Holding Wen Jingge's arm, he tilted his head and asked her, "Does Master dislike his disciple? Does he want to feed his disciple to it? Did he deliberately say he was raising it for me?"
"Who said that?" Although Wen Jingge didn't know how others viewed her over the past six months, Ling Yi was still young and living on the mountain, so it was inevitable that he would hear some gossip.
“They say that Master was cruel when he was young. I wanted to defend myself, but my eldest brother stopped me. He said that this was the result Master wanted.”
"Hmm." Wen Jingge tossed him onto the lion's back and reached out to scratch his back.
She crumpled the black lines into a big black ball and threw it to the old man in the hearse. Although the old man was dissatisfied with Wen Jingge's attitude of asking for favors, he did not dare to say anything.
"Do a good job, and you'll be richly rewarded." When Wen Jingge said this, his mood was not as high as when he used to tease him; instead, it carried an ambiguous warning.
"What if..." he called out to Wen Jingge, who was about to leave, "we can't catch her?"
Wen Jinge remained silent.
"If I can't catch you, are you going to torture me even more? I'm really, really fed up with you, I'm telling you."
“The place where I was born.” Wen Jingge’s brows furrowed into a deep frown as she recalled, “The places I’ve walked, the places I’m going to, are all places where slaughter is born. There, there is never peace. That’s why I have a name: Slaughter.”
The old man gripped the wooden railing of the hearse in terror; he was panicked.
"It seems you understand." Wen Jingge pointed with satisfaction at the ever-growing black mist in the sky. "It's here."
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