Chapter 64 Killing Tuanliu "My Wife A-Lan"
The moment Ji Lingche saw the coffin, he was stunned.
The coffin was pitch black, but it was glowing with light, as if it was covered with a layer of light gold.
It is buried quietly in the sea of flowers, but it seems to be just sleeping.
Never died.
She stared at the coffin intently. Everything around her was silent, even the sound of the wind became gentle. The only sound she could hear was the pounding of her own heart.
...What's in the coffin?
Ji Lingche stepped into the sea of flowers. The ice flowers began to burn when they came into contact with her body temperature. Wherever she passed, a long blue-green flame was left behind.
She walked step by step through the sea of flowers and approached the coffin, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.
She slowly knelt down and looked down at the crimson runes on the coffin. They were obviously carved in blood. The blood-colored runes were flowing, which was indescribably strange.
Ji Lingche was breathing heavily, his hand hanging above the coffin, shaking violently, and he didn't let it fall down for a long time.
She looked at Qu Wuji beside her, her voice trembling: "Shang Zheng, you have definitely been here."
"You set up this formation, right?"
Ji Lingche wanted to open the coffin like crazy, but she was afraid. She didn't know where this fear came from.
After a long time, she finally slowly placed her hand on the coffin——
The moment she touched the coffin, the blood-colored talisman suddenly glowed red, boiling and jumping, then slowly dimmed, as if it had finally completed its mission and lost its vitality. The magic circle that sealed the coffin suddenly became completely ineffective.
Neither the barriers nor the magic circles here were defensive against her.
Ji Lingche exerted a little force and pried the coffin lid open a little.
A sharp cold fragrance hit my face, and before the coffin was completely pushed open, the fragrance rushed straight into my nose.
She saw a flash of red.
…Why is there red?
She channeled her spiritual power into her palms and suddenly opened the coffin lid completely. As the coffin lid fell to the ground, Ji Lingche's head buzzed, as if all the blood in his body was rushing back.
Eyes full of red...
The person in the coffin is the dead self in the previous life.
In the coffin, she was wearing bright red clothes, as red as blood.
It looked exactly like the wedding dress of a mortal woman.
The inner wall of the coffin was engraved with four words.
"My wife A-lan".
"My wife A-lan".
"My wife A-lan".
"My wife A-lan".
"My wife A-lan".
………
The words are densely packed and every word is heartbreaking.
Each word was carved by hand, so deeply that you can see that he didn't stop even when his fingers were bleeding.
The patches of bright red writing make people dizzy.
Ji Lingche watched, his head buzzing and he could hardly think.
She murmured for a long time: "Qu Wuji..."
"What on earth are you doing?"
In the coffin, the body seemed to be asleep, with a rosy red face, a few bunches of winter-proof flowers held in his hands, and a faint smile seemed to be on the corners of his mouth.
Paired with this bright red dress, it actually looks funny and pitiful.
Her heart was pounding as she reached out to touch her face in the coffin. Although there was no warmth at all, her skin was soft, just like that of a living person.
She slowly sat down in front of the coffin and found it difficult to breathe.
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she gently stroked the blood-stained inscription. For a moment, it seemed as if her fingertips were touching his from twenty years ago.
Faintly, it seemed as if I saw a man in thin clothes kneeling in front of the coffin, carving stroke by stroke, and the heavy snow almost buried him.
The sky is one year old, the earth is one year old.
Snow falls on Kunlun Mountain every year.
The lonely figure on Hanshan Mountain, separated by heaven and earth.
More than 20 years...
Ji Lingche looked at the coffin, feeling heartbroken: "Qu Wuji..."
Looking at the person in the coffin, Ji Lingche seemed to have suddenly discovered something. In disbelief, he reached out and grasped the wrist of the corpse, slowly infusing spiritual power into it. The spiritual power flowed without any obstruction.
The spiritual vein is intact.
How is that possible?
All her spiritual veins were clearly broken before she died...
As if she suddenly understood something, she picked up the person who had fallen to the side and shook him recklessly: "Qu Wuji, wake up and tell me who connected this spiritual vein?!"
"It's not you, right? You don't have the ability to connect the spirit veins of the dead. Only a mortal can do it..."
She looked at his face and felt that his soul was fading away bit by bit. She couldn't help but cry a little: "You took me to pray to God a long time ago, right?"
"But where is the immortal? Why does he only see you and not me..."
She suddenly understood why she was so sure that there must be immortals on Mount Kunlun.
Because there was a person who once walked through the heavy snow, holding his own dead body.
She rested her chin on his head, a tear fell on his cold hair, and whispered, "Why are you doing this? Don't you hate me? What are you doing?"
"I see. You're really trying to make me sad, aren't you?"
The coffin was filled with words, bright red and dazzling. She started to laugh while crying and said, "You idiot."
"Why do you write so much? If you write too much, will the dead come back to life?"
"If you write so much, will I become your wife..."
She looked at the abrupt blood-red dress and was so angry that she cried and laughed at the same time: "What an ugly dress, Qu Wuji, you are so stupid, I hate red clothes the most."
"Do you know that I lied to you?"
"I don't like red at all. How could I possibly like red? When have you ever seen me wear red?"
......Many, many years ago, she once told him that she wanted to wear red clothes after her death.
When Qu Wu Ji heard this, he just said, "You won't die."
After a long while, he asked why.
She smiled and said that it was because she liked red.
In fact, she just said it casually. She just heard that the red-clothed ghost was the most violent, and she didn't want others to have an easy life after her death.
But Qu Xiaoxiandu's expression was too serious, so she pretended to be serious to tease him, but who knew that he would actually -
She frowned, tears streaming down her face, and murmured, "You're so stupid..."
How could a person who is not stupid pray to gods and kowtow 90,000 times in order to restore the spirit of a dead body?
She said: "Qu Wuji, can you wake up and tell me where the sky steps are..."
"If you wake up, I won't blame you anymore..."
She talked a lot, but no matter what she said, the person in her arms would not give any answer.
She could only lower her eyes and smooth down the blood-stained hair on his forehead.
Ji Lingche reached out to his original body, held the corpse's cold hand, and wanted to leave his soul and return to his original body.
But she suddenly stopped and couldn't help but hesitate. She thought, if she failed, her soul would be scattered and she wouldn't be able to return to either body for a while, what should she do then?
She can wait, but what about Qu Wuji?
Does Qu Wu Ji still have time?
If she didn't return to her original body, could her current body, which was severely injured and had low spiritual power, still drag him through the Kunlun Snow Region until they found the Heavenly Stage?
Ji Lingche held the wrist of that body, and the cold touch coming from the palm of her hand made her shiver. She looked down at the face that she used to have, and her heart was in turmoil.
The heavy snow fell, but it did not land on the coffin. The person in the coffin seemed to be asleep, as if all the troubles had nothing to do with her and she had never died.
Ji Lingche said softly, "If I could really sleep here forever, it would seem better than the pain and suffering in the world..."
She closed her eyes and slowly intertwined her fingers with this body, and all the resentment she had felt over the past few days disappeared.
She once secretly complained about the constraints of Hua Wanwan's body, but now she thought that she should be grateful to this little fool for giving her lonely soul a place to stay.
Ji Lingche no longer hesitated, and his spiritual power burst out, following the connected hands and heading towards the body -
But suddenly, she felt a huge spiritual power coming back at her, which made her hands loosen immediately and she flew backwards!
She rolled several times on the snow before releasing the force, and then she spat out a mouthful of blood.
What's going on...
My head suddenly went blank, my eyes turned black as if I was blind, I couldn't see anything clearly, and there was a buzzing in my ears.
Ji Lingche was unwilling to give up and forced herself to get up. She couldn't stop here. She had to...
But before he could get up, he fell back into the snow, as if he had no strength left.
She clenched her palms inch by inch, pounded them on the ground, and raised her head again with all her might.
Suddenly, a pair of snow-white boots appeared before my eyes.
The boots were not on the ground, but were slightly suspended in the air, and could not be seen clearly, and were hazy as if covered by a layer of mist.
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment. She was not yet fully conscious, and her eyes were all white. She thought there was something wrong with her eyes. She blinked, and her vision gradually returned, but she still couldn't see the boots clearly.
A voice echoed above her head: "You really have some skills."
The voice seemed to come from thousands of miles away, and it rang right next to her ears, but it seemed to be encircled, not very real, like an auditory hallucination.
"With a mortal body, you have escaped the cycle of yin and yang time and again. This really makes this immortal look at you with new eyes."
Upon hearing this, Ji Lingche raised his head inch by inch, only to see the person standing in front of him. He couldn't see his face clearly, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
I think the true appearance of the gods cannot be desecrated, and mortals cannot see it no matter what.
The voice rang out again, cold to the bone, as if it had been through years of frost and snow: "Stay away from me."
"Do you know that leaving your bodies here will pollute my Kunlun?"
Ji Lingche felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen, his eyes fixed on him, unable to move away even an inch.
Is this person in front of me an illusion, or is he really a god descending from heaven...
The immortal spoke with arrogance and contempt, "Dead in the snow for a thousand years, it's like two corpse spots have grown on the beautiful snowfield."
"I'm watching from up there, it's so ugly I have to come down and throw the bodies out myself every time—"
Before he could finish, Ji Lingche, fearing he would run away, frantically reached out to tug at the edge of his clothes, but his hand went straight through the fabric, as if passing through a layer of mist...
There was only coldness on my fingertips, and I couldn't even touch him.
She fell to the ground, and when she looked again, the shadow in front of her flashed and appeared in front of her not far away.
She almost couldn't believe it and murmured, "He really is an immortal..."
The immortal seemed very dissatisfied with her behavior. Before she could say anything, Ji Lingche slammed her head against the ground, bleeding from her forehead. She looked up at the shadow and said, "Immortal! If you can save my Taoist partner, I am willing to pay any price, even if it means exchanging one life for another. I am willing to—"
The immortal suddenly sneered and said, "Don't kowtow to me. I am not worthy of receiving the Martial God's blessing..."
He suddenly stopped talking, as if he had let something slip.
Ji Lingche was stunned, not knowing what he meant by this. The immortal did not answer, but instead changed the subject and chuckled, "Many people come to Kunlun to seek death, but I am only responsible for collecting corpses, not saving people."
He pointed at Qu Wuji and said, "But this guy, including this time, I've already seen him three times—"
"For a mortal to have the immortal meet him so many times is truly remarkable."
three times……
Ji Lingche couldn't believe it. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
The shadow of the immortal floated around them, and the sound of his chuckles also floated around them. The sound was sometimes far away, sometimes near, almost surrounding her ears: "I have never seen anyone as crazy and paranoid as him."
"Unable to find the Heavenly Steps, others left in despair. But this fellow went mad and deliberately slashed with his sword, causing the snow-capped mountains to collapse. He almost destroyed my entire Kunlun Mountains, forcing this immortal to show up."
"I came down to the mortal world with the intention of killing him, but seeing him holding a dead body and begging desperately for his life in exchange is truly new."
"I'm telling you, the souls and spirits of the person in your arms have completely dissipated. This means their lifespan has ended. They won't survive no matter what."
"But he still wouldn't give in, pestering me to repair the dead person's spirit veins, saying he didn't want her to die so pitifully."
The immortal laughed and said, "Do you think I'm the turtle in the wishing well?"
"I said, I can repair the dead's spiritual veins, but my true body is not a turtle, but a fox, and I like to eat the hearts of living people the most. You can exchange your heart with me--"
“Who knew he would agree immediately?”
The immortal continued, "I cut out a corner of his heart. To be honest, it tasted really good."
Ji Lingche stood there in a daze, muttering, "What did you say..."
The immortal chuckled and said, "I became addicted to it after eating it. Later, this guy came to me again, but he was holding your current body. At that time, your entire skull was shattered, as if something had pierced through you. Fortunately, your soul was still alive, so there was still hope. I cut out a corner of his heart..."
The Kunlun Immortal's incessant chatter turned into a buzzing sound in her ears. Ji Lingche rushed towards Qu Wuji with both hands and feet, ripping open his clothes and exposing a large area of his chest.
On his snow-white skin, there was a cross-shaped knife wound on his chest, pressing right on his heart, so deep that it almost pierced through his heart. It hadn't healed yet, and the new wound overlapped the old one, winding and faintly visible...
Cross scar.
Her hands kept shaking as she looked at the wound. She felt as if something was blocking her chest, making it hard for her to breathe, like she was tearing out her heart...
How painful must this be.
The Kunlun Immortal smiled and said, "Just now, you told me to save your 'Daoist Companion'. It seems that he has actually become your Daoist Companion now. It's worth his madness. Now he can be considered to have gotten what he wanted."
"What a pity," he sighed, "He has a short life. He will become a ghost soon before his wish comes true."
Ji Lingche's face changed drastically when he heard this. He hugged Qu Wuji tightly, looked up at the immortal, and said, "No, he won't die! Please save him. If you can save him, I can give you my whole heart!"
"No, more than one..."
She pointed at herself and said, "This body, and the one in the coffin, both hearts, I can give them both to you to eat."
"His soul is still alive, so he must be saved, right?"
The immortal lowered his eyes, chuckled, and murmured, "I really want to ask what love is in this world. You have become someone I don't recognize..."
Ji Lingche was momentarily distracted when he heard this, and actually felt as if the immortal before him knew him. But the immortal suddenly said, "I dare not take your heart."
She was shocked when she heard this, thinking that the immortal had no intention of saving Qu Wuji, and pleaded again: "Immortal, as long as you can save him, I will agree to anything you want."
"If you like the hearts of living people, I can kill those damned people in the Immortal Alliance for you. I can give you as many hearts as you want—"
The immortal chuckled and interrupted her: "I can save him, but I don't want his heart. I just want you to owe me a favor."
A...favor?
Ji Lingche stood there in a daze, wondering what a favor was.
The immortal said nonchalantly: "For example, one day, you ascend to heaven, ahem..."
"If I get into trouble, you must not be ungrateful—"
Ji Lingche looked at the immortal and couldn't help but frown in confusion.
For someone like her who is about to lose all her merits, will there really be a day when she can ascend to heaven...?
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