Chapter 18: Jin Lin Liu: Master calls you over and over again, do you enjoy hearing it? ...
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes and secretly looked at the two people through the crack in the window.
The dagger was thrown on the ground, shining silver.
The boy's face was covered with snot and tears, and he looked miserable. He was stunned after hearing those words, with an expression of disbelief flashing across his face. He raised his wet eyes to look at the young lady, and saw only a very cold face.
The young lady had a cold face and a cold heart. She glanced at him with contempt and disgust, as if the person in front of her was just a dying maggot.
Although his clothes were disheveled, he was difficult to approach. His heartless expression was frightening. Although he was the same Ah Si as before, he was completely different.
Sanxi stretched out his hand to grab the young lady's skirt, muttering, "Young lady..."
The young lady looked sickly, but she stood straight and said coldly, "Why don't you just die?"
Sanxi's hand suddenly hung in the air, paused for a moment, and finally clenched his palm and slowly retracted his hand.
He knocked his head to the ground with a thud, then raised his head again, his voice trembling: "Miss, you saved me in the ghost market ten years ago, my life has long been yours, I am willing to do anything for you -"
“Even if…”
Even if it's not you, but someone using your body to issue an order, I will do it no matter what the cost.
The young lady interrupted coldly, saying word by word, "No need to say more."
Ji Lingche narrowed his eyes. This young lady was obviously a lady from the boudoir, but she was somewhat heartless and cruel.
After being molested by a servant, he didn't cry or make a fuss, but his first reaction was to kill the bastard.
Ji Lingche pondered the servant's expression and the meaning of his words. It seemed that the servant was completely devoted to her, not because of Ah Si's seduction, but because he had always had improper thoughts about the former lady?
Sanxi stared at the young lady without blinking, tears glistening in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance in his mind forever.
He leaned over, knocked his forehead to the ground, and said, "Miss, in the next life, I will be your slave again..."
He suddenly picked up the dagger on the ground and slashed it towards his neck!
Ji Lingche was gathering a spell at his fingertips and was about to knock down the dagger - this boy was of great importance, and he had to pry some information out of him, he couldn't let him die like this.
But suddenly, a strange black light flashed and hit the servant's wrist. The moment the dagger fell to the ground, the two people in the room disappeared out of thin air!
This technique...
Ji Lingche's pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but take a step back, bumping into Qu Wuji.
There was a strong wind blowing all around, and the candlelight in the house suddenly went out!
There was a crisp sound of "dingling" in the distance——
The voice was ethereal and vague, and it was clearly coming from far away, but it shocked the sea of consciousness. The lingering sound lingered for a long time, making people's heads buzz.
Ji Lingche frowned: Call the bell!
...How is that possible? Wasn't she the one who destroyed this thing a long time ago?!
Without time to think, she turned around and jumped, retreating behind Qu Wuji and said, "Qu Wuji, be careful of the fierce ghost!"
Qu Wu Ji didn't move at all. The cold wind blew up his snow-white clothes, making them flutter like a flag.
Another bell rang.
The yin energy suddenly became thicker, covering the sun like clouds, tightening inch by inch, as if to trap the two of them and strangle them to death.
The stench of rotting flesh filled the air, surging continuously—
Ji Lingche noticed that the stench suddenly became stronger, as if it was very close. She turned her head suddenly and was facing a rotten face.
One of the ghost's eyeballs was missing, and the other eyeball was bursting out, connected only by a few blood vessels, hanging outside the eye socket, drooping quietly.
His entire face seemed to be melting, his flesh turning to pus and flowing downwards. A sinister smile formed at the corner of his mouth. When he opened his mouth, a foul odor filled the air, and a mouthful of sharp fangs bared out. All he could hear was a broken, broken voice: "Eyes..."
The sound was as chilling as rust. In just a moment, his rotten fingernails grew long and suddenly reached out for her heart!
Ji Lingche yelled, "Oh, it stinks!"
She dodged the claws by leaning to the side, but the ghost was incredibly fast. She watched helplessly as the ghost opened its mouth, and the smelly fangs were about to pierce her throat!
Her expression turned cold, and she pinched a locust flower between her fingertips, but she just stopped -
The ghost's entire head was cut off along the neck, and the muddy head fell to the ground with a "bang".
The ghost shook his body and screamed: "Head! Give me back my head!..."
He stumbled to the ground, looked up, and soon he howled and turned into a wisp of black smoke, leaving only the lingering stench of decay...
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head and said, "Oh, my dear Master, you are so beautiful and kind-hearted."
"Without you, I'd be dead!"
Qu Wu Ji knew that she was being weird and had a gloomy expression, so he said nothing. At this moment, another bell rang.
The style of the ringing sound suddenly changed, it was filled with bloody weirdness, the ethereal feeling was swept away, replaced by endless sorrow.
Ringing the bronze bell three times can summon all the ghosts.
Ji Lingche looked up suddenly and finally figured out the direction of the ringing sound.
She looked over there from afar——
It turned out to be...Fengdu City?!
Suddenly, people were talking in the surroundings, ghosts were everywhere, and countless ghosts stepped out from the black fog.
Sharp screams continued to ring out, and with resentful rage, they roared loudly:
I only heard a female ghost yelling, "Where is my child? Give my child back to me!..."
An old ghost coughed and shouted, "Heart... Why are you digging out my heart? Am I not your father? I will dig out your heart too and eat it alive! Eat it!..."
A ghost howled, "No! Please don't chop off my fingers. I rely on these hands to work and support my parents and children—Ahhh… I'm going to kill you! Kill you!!"
…
What these evil spirits said were their obsessions before they died. It was precisely because of this overwhelming hatred that they turned into evil spirits.
Another bell rang, and the evil spirit suddenly rose, mucus splashed, and fierce ghosts howled and rushed forward. Ji Lingche did not try to be brave and retreated repeatedly.
Suddenly, a clear white light flashed across the sky, like a flash, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day!
Clearly reflecting the appearance of those evil spirits——
Qu Wu Ji held the sword in one hand and split the thick black fog that covered the sky with one sword, and the cold moonlight poured down.
In this frosty sword intent, the voices of the ghosts suddenly stopped, and before they could even move, they all turned into floating black smoke!
All that remained was a painful wail, as if a thousand hatreds were crushed into it...
Qu Wu Ji's Qinghun Sword seemed to empathize with these emotions, and it wailed in his hand. Ji Lingche looked at the sword and suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart. She frowned in pain and unconsciously reached out to press her chest, but touched the jade pendant - which was now hot against her heart.
She knew that things were far from over, so she listened attentively, but the bell seemed to have disappeared without a trace and remained silent for a long time.
Qu Wu Ji suddenly put away his sword and turned to look at her.
She was startled and dropped her hand from her chest. She looked at him calmly without saying a word for a long time. The night wind blew the corners of her clothes, making a rustling sound.
Qu Wuji suddenly said, "Come here."
Ji Lingche remained motionless, saying, "You're going to be in big trouble."
Qu Wuji suddenly grabbed her wrist and sneered, "My trouble? You know exactly who that ghost cultivator is targeting."
Ji Lingche smiled: "What do you mean? Could it be that I summoned all those ghosts?"
Qu Wu Ji said no more, grabbed her wrist and pulled it hard. The scene in front of her changed and a large courtyard appeared in front of her.
A strong smell of blood hit me in the face, and there was no light at all inside.
Judging from the furnishings, this must be Chen Ran’s main house. Smelling the bloody smell, Ji Lingche felt a chill in his heart.
Something bad is happening. Something bad is happening.
Qu Wuji grabbed her wrist tightly and looked at her coldly: "Why don't you go in?"
Ji Lingche struggled but couldn't break free. He said with a forced smile, "...You go in first, and I'll cover the rear."
Qu Wuji: "Aren't you curious at all about where Chen Ran is?"
Ji Lingche said casually: "What Chen Ran and Li Ran, I don't even know them at all——"
Qu Wuji said softly, "Really?"
"Didn't you promise him that you would come to the banquet after the Immortal Trial Competition was over?"
Ji Lingche looked up, met his eyes, and sneered for a long time, "Okay, you really have been watching me all the time."
She touched the golden seal on the back of her hand angrily, and only then realized that this golden seal could not only locate but also transmit sound.
Qu Wu Ji didn't answer, let her go, and walked into the yard first.
Ji Lingche looked at Qu Wuji's back, furious, and thought to himself that it was too easy for him to just cut open his golden elixir back then.
His white clothes reflected the bleak moonlight. With every step he took, the evil spirit would suddenly retreat. He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, step by step, forcing the evil spirit to retreat.
Qu Wu Ji had already walked to the front door of the main house and suddenly stopped.
Ji Lingche followed and stood side by side with him. Even though he had expected this, he still felt a little chilly.
The room was dark, and the moonlight slanted in, vaguely visible was a row of things hanging on the beams, swaying in the wind.
Something was dripping down, and the ground was scarlet. It had not dried up and was flowing slowly along the cracks in the ground.
Looking inside, the row of hanging human silhouettes were all in a state of disarray.
Some had their limbs broken off, some had their stomachs ripped open, their internal organs rolling out, their intestines hanging to the ground, and a few black heads tumbled in the corners.
Even though it was pitch black and hard to see clearly, one could already imagine the tragedy and bloodshed involved.
Although Ji Lingche killed people without blinking an eye, she still felt a chill down her spine when she saw such a disgusting and cruel scene.
Yan Jinchen...
She chewed the name to pieces and swallowed it, which turned into a subtle rage that swept through her body. She strode forward and was about to step into the house when she was suddenly grabbed by a pair of cold hands.
Qu Wu Ji protected her behind him and walked in first.
He waved his hand, and the hung corpses all fell lightly to the ground without making any sound.
Only with the faint moonlight could one clearly see the miserable state of these people. Their eyes were wide open. Even though they had died long ago, the hatred they felt before death had not dissipated, and their hideous despair leaped out.
Ji Lingche saw clearly that the corpse hanging in the middle was Chen Ran——
The death was extremely tragic, with the skin cut off inch by inch, obviously suffering the torture of slow slicing.
On either side of his body lay the body of a young boy, his head rolled far away, and a young woman, her eyes gouged out, her fingertips a bloody mess, all her nails ripped out, a painful death...
The body of an old woman was there, her abdomen was cut open, her intestines were spilling out, her breasts were cut off alive, and she was naked. She was not hung up, but was kneeling facing Chen Ran's body.
There were dozens of bodies that had been tortured to death, dressed in luxurious clothes, and were obviously relatives of Chen Ran.
In other words, before his death, Chen Ran was being tortured with one knife after another, while watching his relatives being tortured and slaughtered. Then he died with shock, eyes bloodshot and heartbroken.
Ji Lingche knew who did it and why he did it.
She waved her hand and gently closed their eyes.
The body is still warm.
She whispered, "Rest in peace."
Qu Wuji looked at her intently in the moonlight and said after a long moment, "I thought you wouldn't be sad seeing this."
Ji Lingche paused after hearing this, turned around, and sneered, "Have I always been like this in your mind?"
Qu Wuji silently polished the white jade ring on his finger and smiled coldly: "What else?"
The strong smell of blood filled the air. The two stood in the pile of dead bodies, facing each other from a distance. The atmosphere was extremely tense.
Ji Lingche suddenly smiled, her eyes surprisingly bright. She tilted her head and spoke softly, almost without dropping a word: "Qu Wuji, after all these years, you still hate me so much..."
The tone was so soft, almost inaudible.
It was like a spark suddenly bursting out from a long-dry grassland, and it began to burn wildly with just a slight breeze.
With a "click" sound, the white jade ring was crushed into powder and slipped through his fingers.
Playing the fool for so long was becoming increasingly boring. She raised her chin and sneered, "Do you find it enjoyable when I call you Master?"
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