Chapter 65: Kill Tuanqi, gather bones and blow soul, and resurrect from the dead
Ji Lingche stared at the immortal, and suddenly felt that he knew him.
But she is just an ordinary person...
Ji Lingche agreed without hesitation, "Okay, no matter whether I am a human, a ghost, or an immortal in the future, if an immortal is willing to lend a hand, I will definitely not forget this kindness."
The immortal seemed very satisfied, chuckled softly, and pointed at the coffin: "What if I can not only help you save him, but also let you return to that body——"
"How can you repay me?"
Ji Lingche had never expected him to say that and was stunned for a moment: "...Then I owe you two favors?"
Immortal: ...
He seemed speechless and remained silent for a long time. For a moment, the scene was a little subtly awkward.
Ji Lingche said after a long pause, "... What did the Immortal want from me, after all the painstaking efforts?"
The immortal chuckled: "My request is not high, I just need you to kill a mortal for me."
Ji Lingche was startled and asked, "Who to kill?"
She thought to herself, could gods also have grudges against mortals? Moreover, why would someone with such great powers ask her to kill someone?
The immortal said coldly, "Yin Lanxin."
"Go and kill her for me."
Ji Lingche was about to agree immediately, but suddenly stopped, unable to believe his ears. He frowned and said, "What?"
There was no emotion in the immortal's tone, as if he was talking about something ordinary. His tone was drawn out and he spoke casually: "Yin Lanxin——"
"Kill her."
Ji Lingche was stunned and asked, "May I ask why the immortal wanted to kill her?"
The immortal smiled, his tone slightly lowered: "Can't you do it?"
Ji Lingche's expression grew colder and colder: "I can't do that. If the immortal insists on doing this, I would rather give up my original body."
The immortal was not surprised by her answer and only chuckled and said, "What a pity."
"Your lover sacrificed half his life to repair your spiritual veins and body, and it's all wasted like this."
"You just broke the formation, and the spiritual energy is lost. The body will rot soon. I think you can never go back."
The immortal seemed to want to kill Yin Lanxin and whispered to her, "If I don't help you, you won't be able to return to that body on your own."
"And killing a sickly person shouldn't be that difficult, right?"
Ji Lingche heard her own heavy breathing. She had just tried to force her way back into that body, but was counterattacked and almost died from suffocation. If she wanted to return to her original body, this was her last chance.
She said, "I wonder how Lan Xin offended the immortal that you were so determined to kill her?"
The immortal chuckled and said, "You ask too many questions."
If she had been asked to kill anyone else, she would have gone, but that person had to be Yin Lanxin...
Ji Lingche looked at him silently for a long time and said, "Then I'm sorry I can't obey your command."
The immortal said no more, pointed at Qu Wuji lying in her arms, and said to her coldly: "Get out of the way."
Ji Lingche gently put him down, let him lie flat on the snow, and slowly stepped aside.
A white light flashed from the immortal's fingertips, and he slowly turned his palm over. As he moved, the person lying in the snow slowly floated up.
Ji Lingche stared blankly, and saw a white light suddenly appear, covering Qu Wuji's whole body. He heard a crackling sound, and the broken bones were reshaped. Spiritual power flowed around his body and began to reconnect his lifeline inch by inch.
After a long time, the immortal suddenly clenched his palms, his spiritual power disappeared, and the white light went out instantly. Qu Wuji, who was hanging in the air, fell heavily back to the ground. If it weren't for the snow to cushion the fall, he would have suffered internal injuries.
Ji Lingche was startled and rushed forward to catch him, but he was a step too late. He watched him fall to the ground with a dull thud.
She was so distressed that she almost cried. She hugged him gently, held his hand, and explored his spiritual veins. She found that although most of the spiritual veins were still broken, they seemed to be alive, constantly growing in his body, slowly connecting bit by bit. She looked at his face and whispered, "Shang Zheng..."
"Okay, nothing will happen anymore..." She whispered, saying it over and over again, as if she was talking to him, and as if she was talking to herself.
She looked at him, his breath was almost gone, and said softly, "Let's go. I'll take you to a place where no one can find you."
"I'll take you to a place where wild flowers bloom year-round. We'll no longer care about demons or the Immortal Alliance, okay?"
The immortal suddenly said slowly, "This is enough. The rest will grow back on its own. It just takes some time."
"If during this period, he forcefully exercises his spiritual energy and causes the growing spiritual vein to rupture, then there will be no way to save him. I hope you won't cry over his corpse at his grave when the time comes."
Ji Lingche kowtowed to the immortal with a serious expression, saying, "Immortal, your merits are immeasurable. I will never forget your kindness—"
The immortal flicked his sleeves and sneered, "I don't deserve it."
"I just hope you won't be ungrateful."
Ji Lingche was shocked and wondered, could it be that her reputation in the heavenly realm was so bad?
The immortal was about to say something else, but the shadow was suddenly torn apart by the powerful spiritual pressure and disappeared out of thin air.
The sky and the earth changed color in an instant, and the wind and snow suddenly rose. Ji Lingche was shocked, not knowing what had happened again, and held the still unconscious Qu Wuji tightly in his arms.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a huge hand fell from the sky, crushing everything in the world into powder. Ji Lingche had never seen such spiritual pressure before, and she didn't know where it came from. A great fear rose in her heart.
I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ve reached the end of the world and everything is falling apart.
She vaguely felt that this evil pressure came from the sky. Such power must have been caused by a certain god.
What is this? Is the God destroying the world?
Ji Lingche's mind suddenly went blank. She hugged Qu Wuji tightly, protecting him firmly in the violent wind and snow. The strong wind almost pierced her eardrums. She only felt a buzzing in her ears, and the cold wind seemed to invade her internal organs, making her shiver.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Ji Lingche could only hear her own heavy breathing gradually drowning out the sound of the wind. The surroundings seemed to have returned to silence. The only sound in her ears was the pounding of her own heart.
She looked up blankly, only to see snow drifting quietly, hanging on the hair of the two people bit by bit, as if the immortals and the strong wind just now were just an absurd dream.
Ji Lingche blinked, feeling a splitting headache. Her hands trembled as she tried to probe his spiritual veins, but she was afraid that the shadowy immortal was just a dying fantasy...
Her hand finally dropped down, gently resting on her wrist, then she let out a long breath and suddenly laughed—
fine……
Fortunately, everything that just happened was not a dream.
The snow in the sky and on the ground had covered his hair with frost. She looked at him and smiled softly, "Look at you, you look so worn out, you've become an old man..."
But she didn't see that her hair was also frosted white.
She gently wrapped her arms around his neck and knees, wanting to pick him up, and whispered, "Come on, I'll take you home."
Ji Lingche tried, but felt that he was too tall and too heavy to hold, so he put his arm on his shoulder, supported him, and stood up shakily.
The person beside her felt heavy and kept falling down, but she felt that he was much lighter than when he came.
She came here with the intention of dying, but left with her wish fulfilled. Now she felt that the snow and wind were not so scary.
Ji Lingche turned around and left with him, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt that he had stepped on something. There was a crisp sound, but it didn't break.
She raised her foot in surprise, but was stunned to see a dark green object half buried in the snow. The exposed part showed that it was actually half a jade pendant.
Ji Lingche looked at it in disbelief, and for a moment he thought he had seen it wrong.
She put Qu Wuji on the ground, leaned over to dig away the snow, and was stunned on the spot -
The thing in the snow was indeed the half jade pendant that was connected to his soul.
...Didn’t the jade shatter when I died?
She reached out and gently brushed across the jade, only to see that it was covered in cracks, clearly having been forcibly restored using spiritual power.
Although the jade shape still exists, the spiritual power within it has long since dissipated along with her soul.
She slowly picked up the jade and held it in her palm. The coldness penetrated her bones. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the coffin.
The fierce wind and snowstorm just now had buried the body in the coffin in thick snow, leaving only a trace of bright red clothing.
Red clothes and white snow, wind and frost are my burial, a sacrifice to my dead soul.
She thought that this half jade pendant must have been repaired by him and placed in the coffin as a burial object.
It was just that the strange storm just now blew it out. Fortunately, it was not buried too deeply by the wind and snow for her to see it.
She slowly clenched her palms, almost squeezing the jade pendant into her flesh.
This jade is her living soul.
Now the jade is broken and the body is broken——
Even if I don't say it, how can I not feel regretful...
The jade pendant was heated by the temperature of her palm, and seemed to have a faint warmth. She suddenly felt the jade pendant on her chest become extremely hot, almost burning her.
She was a little surprised. Could it be that even though the jade pendant was broken into such pieces, it could still be sensed by her significant other?
Could it be that the spiritual power of this jade pendant has not completely dissipated...
As she was thinking about it and was about to put the jade pendant into her clothes, she suddenly felt a burning sensation on her hand, as if it was burned by fire!
She suddenly let go of the jade pendant and threw it away. It landed in the soft snow without making a sound. Silence fell all around. Suddenly, a voice echoed clearly: "Ji Lingche."
She paused instantly, as if all the blood in her body had frozen, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back, because of this sound...
It's her own.
She turned her head inch by inch and looked at the coffin that was covered tightly with snow.
The sound clearly came from the coffin.
"come over."
There was a sound from the coffin again, but it was muffled, as if it came from the snow, but it also revealed an endless pressure that seemed impossible to resist.
Ji Lingche's hair stood on end, and he just wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move no matter what.
She walked towards the coffin as if possessed by a ghost, and reached out to brush away the snow on the female corpse layer by layer, from bottom to top, first exposing her limbs, and finally daring to reach out to brush away the snow on her face.
When there was only the last layer left, she paused. At this moment, a cold wind blew, blowing away the last layer of snow on the face of the person in the coffin. Ji Lingche's hands were suspended in mid-air, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze in place on the spot.
The last trace of snow was brushed away, and the person in the coffin slowly opened his eyes.
A pair of eyes with distinct black and white, like a cold pond, cold and clear, without any hesitation or weakness, were staring at her quietly.
Suddenly, Ji Lingche felt a chill on her fingers. The person in the coffin raised his hand, and the frosty hand touched hers, and then they slowly interlocked their fingers.
The figure in the coffin smiled, an indescribable smile. She whispered, "So, twenty years later, I'm actually going to be this pathetic?"
"What's that expression? Even you are afraid of yourself from twenty years ago?"
Ji Lingche knew that twenty years ago, she was much more arrogant and vicious than she is now.
Gather bones and blow souls, and resurrect from the dead——
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