Chapter 94: The Blind Man and His Dead Wife
The sky gradually brightened, and the wailing sounds continued.
Blood flowed everywhere overnight.
Although those whose demon fetuses were released saved their lives, their golden elixir was destroyed, their cultivation was completely gone, and they were half-dead.
The Immortal Alliance suffered such heavy losses, but they didn't even have time to breathe.
The demon lord swallowed the golden elixir and was about to break the seal. The demons were excited, and the seals in various parts of the Abyss of Eternal Ashes were destroyed one after another, and demons poured out.
The only shackle is the formation in Ping'an Temple, which is now in danger.
They had no time to mourn, as a bigger battle was about to begin.
The sun climbed up the sky, and the scorching sunlight shone down, revealing the tragic scene clearly.
Ji Lingche closed his eyes because of the dazzling gaze and suddenly felt a little weak.
There was only a crisp sound, as if something fell to the ground, and then it gurgled and rolled to his feet.
She lowered her head and saw the black cylinder.
She was startled and turned to look at Qu Wuji, only to see that his face was pale, with new and old wounds, and his white clothes were covered in blood.
He leaned against the wall, his hands hidden in his sleeves, his whole body trembling slightly, and he was regulating his breathing with his eyes closed.
Ji Lingche walked over quickly, pulled his cold hand out of his sleeve, and slowly poured spiritual power into it.
Qu Wu Ji opened his eyes, stared at her with his light-colored eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth.
She frowned and said, "You..."
He whispered, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."
Ji Lingche held his cold hand for a long time without saying anything. Looking at the large amount of blood seeping from his chest, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
She took him to a deserted and quiet place in a flash.
He knelt on the ground, Ji Lingche held his hand, and the spiritual power in his palm continuously poured into him to help him stop the bleeding.
His eyes fell on her softly, his face was as pale as paper, but he smiled.
After a long while, he placed his cold hand on the back of her hand and whispered, "Don't waste your spiritual energy anymore. I'm fine."
As he spoke, he slowly leaned over, rested his head lightly on her shoulder, and said only: "Alan..."
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and gently touched his hair.
Qu Wu Ji raised his arms, wrapped them around her neck, leaned tiredly in her arms, and closed his eyes.
She lowered her eyes and looked at him, only to see that his brows were slightly furrowed. He was obviously in unbearable pain, but he was pretending to be fine.
She stared at him blankly, suddenly at a loss. She slowly raised her hand, brushed his eyebrows, and said softly, "Shang Zheng."
Qu Wu Ji's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes, he just said "hmm" softly.
She whispered, "Once this is over, let's find a place where no one can find us and live a leisurely life. What do you say?"
"Like you said before—"
"Go to a place where the mountain flowers are in full bloom, free from worries, like a wandering cloud or wild crane, and go wherever we want."
He opened his eyes when he heard that. His narrow eyes were misty, as if covered with water vapor, making it difficult to see clearly.
His eyebrows curved, and he said cheerfully, "Actually, as long as I can be with you, I'm happy to go anywhere."
Ji Lingche raised his hand and touched his face, then laughed and said, "Oh? You don't have any other requests?"
He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at her: "What else do you want me to ask for?"
She rubbed his lips heavily with her fingertips, and with a hint of intimacy, she simply said, "Qu Wuji, why are you always so cautious in front of me?"
"Are you so afraid that I won't want you—"
Before she could finish her words, he suddenly raised his hand and tightly grasped her hand that was wandering around his lips.
She was stunned for a moment, then heard Qu Wuji smile softly: "Really?"
She looked at him with interest, and he suddenly raised his hand, pressed the back of her head hard, and brought her over, his heavy breathing spraying on her face...
She couldn't help but close her eyes, but he just touched her lips lightly.
She was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes and said with a smile: "I thought you were going to bite my lip."
There was a lot of thunder but little rain.
He said nothing, his hazy eyes wandering over her face, then he pulled her into his arms again and kissed her once more.
He became unrestrained. Although his force was not strong, it was so lingering that she was a little breathless and her breathing became disordered.
It was unknown how long it was before he slowly let her go, looking at her leisurely with a smile on his face.
He raised his hand, brushed the corner of her mouth inch by inch with his fingertips, and said slowly: "Alan, will you allow me to be presumptuous?"
Ji Lingche looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said leisurely, "How can you be so presumptuous?"
Qu Wuji smiled and said, "Whatever you want is fine."
She looked at him with a smile and said in a long tone, "You are so good."
He raised his chin slightly, leaned closer, and whispered, "So, do you like good or bad girls?"
She looked at his face, which was as white as jade, and suddenly wanted to slap him.
Thinking of how delicate he looked when she slapped him before, her hands were itching to move—
But just as she raised her hand a little, she suddenly stopped. Qu Wuji's expression also changed abruptly. The two looked at each other and quickly stood up.
In the sea of consciousness, a strange evil pressure swept over, and then quickly disappeared. It came and went very quickly, as if it disappeared in a flash.
But this thing came here for——
Qu Wuji frowned and whispered, "Hua Xiangduan's body is gone."
Although the young man's body was not in front of the two of them, there was Qu Wu Ji's spiritual thread on his body, and he sensed the vibration of the spiritual thread just now.
Ji Lingche's expression turned cold. He followed the spiritual thread with his consciousness and said after a long moment, "Go to the capital."
"He was taken to Shangjing."
…
Qu Wu Ji used a spell to remove the blood stains on his body, and the two returned to where they had been before. Sure enough, they saw that the bench was empty and Hua Xiangduan had disappeared.
Everyone was busy collecting the bodies and treating the wounded, and no one paid attention to this side. Hua Xiangduan was taken away without anyone noticing.
Ji Lingche said: "Someone is trying to cause trouble in Shangjing, we need to go and take a look."
Qu Wu Ji nodded, and his eyes moved. He saw a golden figure running quickly from a distance, heading straight towards the two of them.
As soon as the man came close, he knelt on the ground, looked up and said, "Master!!"
The person who came was Shu Shangjin.
He was breathing rapidly due to running, his chest was heaving, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally after witnessing one tragedy after another. He had been running for a long time, his clothes were disheveled, and he was even a little out of control.
Qu Wuji looked at him and said calmly, "Are you injured?"
Shu Shangjin shook his head, almost crying. He raised his hand to wipe his face and said, "Master, are you okay? Shangjin was so worried—"
Ever since Qu Wuji led his men to the Demon Suppression Tower, Shu Shangjin had lost contact with him. Later, he heard that his master had sacrificed his sword spirit at the entrance to the abyss and seemed to have died...
Shu Shangjin was so anxious that he wanted to go to the abyss to find him, but was stopped by the elders of Taihua Yuxu. It was not until he met Qu Wuji again in Yunzhongyue Town. However, due to one incident after another, he never had the chance to meet his master.
There was such a commotion just now, and he saw that his master was injured again, and his heart was burning with anger. He was about to come over, but in the blink of an eye, the two men disappeared. It was not until this moment that he had the chance to come over and talk.
Qu Wuji gently placed his hand on his head and said softly, "Master, I'm fine."
Shu Shangjin lowered his eyes, not wanting his master to see him lose his composure. He sniffed, then suddenly thought of something. He reached into his bosom and took out the small black cylinder that Hua Xiangduan had left behind. He said, "I saw this thing fall to the ground just now. I was afraid someone with ulterior motives might pick it up and do something bad with it, so I put it away."
Ji Lingche looked at the young man and thought of the days when he used to call him "Senior Brother". He couldn't help but sneer. He reached out and took the black cylinder and said, "Find a place to hide. There will be a bigger chaos soon-"
"Let's go to Guangyao Peak. The demons there can't break the formation."
Shu Shangjin was stunned for a moment, then said, "How could I escape at this critical moment?"
Ji Lingche chuckled and said, "After all, you are still young."
Shu Shangjin said slowly, "If everyone were like me, with their own hardships, who would be able to fight against the demons?"
Ji Lingche looked at him silently for a long time, then patted his shoulder heavily. Without saying anything, he walked forward on his own. Qu Wuji followed behind her. Shu Shangjin was startled and turned around and said, "Master, where are you going?"
Qu Wuji paused, turned around to look at him, and said, "Shangjin, your master has something to ask of you, and you must do it well."
"Now go find those young disciples who haven't yet formed their golden cores, as well as those whose golden cores were just destroyed, and bring them all to Guangyao Peak."
"Then you will stay within the barrier and defend it until the last moment."
Shu Shangjin was about to say something when Qu Wuji said, "Those people's lives now depend on you. Do you understand the importance of this matter?"
The young man stared at Qu Wu Ji in a daze for a long time, then nodded heavily. When he raised his head again, his eyes were already red. He just looked at his master, and then he could no longer hold back his tears.
He whispered, "Master, I am waiting for your return."
Qu Wu Ji didn't say anything else.
Because no one can say for sure whether the master and disciple will have the chance to meet again after he leaves this time.
Ji Lingche stood silently aside, watching them, and thought of his master, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart.
In the blink of an eye, so many people have died...
The rising sun shone obliquely, stretching the figure long and slender. Qu Wuji's slender shadow almost covered the boy.
After an unknown amount of time, he just whispered, "Go, kid."
“Go do what you have to do.”
After saying that, he turned around and strode forward with Ji Lingche.
…
Go to Beijing.
The two chased Hua Xiangduan's body all the way to Shangjing.
It rained heavily last night, and several old trees on the outskirts of the city were broken in half by lightning.
From a distance, one could see that the gates of Shangjing City were locked, the people stayed at home, the streets were empty and silent.
Such a huge capital city now seems like a dead city.
Ji Lingche and the other person were suspended in mid-air, looking down. She could sense with her spiritual sense that the people in the city had not disappeared, but were hiding in their homes, as if they had already known that the demons were about to come out in full force and were trying to avoid disaster.
Qu Wuji said: "I didn't expect that the people in Shangjing would know——"
Ji Lingche seemed to have thought of something and murmured, "Su Mingmie..."
Su Mingmie, the little demon she had rescued from the Qingjing Pavilion, had infiltrated the imperial palace, poisoned the old emperor and empress, seized control of the government, and even brazenly assumed the title of Empress Dowager.
This little demon originally just wanted to protect the Ping'an Temple in the city, but now he is getting more and more involved in this matter.
She must have noticed the demon's abnormality, but there was nothing she could do. She could only order the people in the city not to leave without permission and to close the doors and windows. If something really happened, the casualties could be minimized.
Su Mingmie was now restless. She had already sensed the changes in the Ping'an Temple in the city. Moreover, the commotion last night was so loud that she could already smell the smell of blood in the air.
She wanted to run to Taihua Yuxu to take a look, but she was a little scared. The wind made the lantern clang against the eaves. The sound was not loud, but it hit her eardrums again and again.
From a distance, there was a faint sound of a child crying, intermittent and as if it was trying to kill someone.
Su Mingmie stopped abruptly, stood there with a frown, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the side hall, just about to coax the little emperor who was crying non-stop.
She hated this child.
But she was also afraid that the little ghost would cry out for help. If he really died, wouldn't she be unable to survive in this palace? Then she would have to pack up and leave, and find another place to live.
As she was thinking, she moved step by step towards the side hall.
As I walked, I couldn't help but think of Xiaolu.
Chen Lumou has never returned since he went to the imperial palace with the national teacher. Su Mingmie doesn't know the reason and is very worried about him.
She had also gone to the palace a while ago, wanting to find her sister, but she only saw broken tiles everywhere, and there were black potholes on the bricks and stones of the palace, but there was no sign of Xiaolu.
Su Mingmie sighed inwardly, but she only thought that her sister was lively by nature. She thought she was going to follow the Grand Master to pursue a greater cause...
As she was thinking, she suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind.
Her hair stood on end instantly. She had just turned halfway when she caught a glimpse of a whip with barbs coming towards her face!
Su Mingmie's cultivation was not high, and she could not dodge the whip at all. She wanted to retreat but it was too late. She could only watch the whip coming towards her with a cold wind, and just as she was about to scream -
But she only heard a muffled "clang" sound, and suddenly a long sword was across her face, and it was swung forward. The whip suddenly wrapped around the sword, and the two spiritual pressures collided. Su Mingmie could not help but retreat repeatedly.
As soon as she stood firm, her eyes turned to the person who came, and she was shocked and stood there.
The man holding the whip was a man in a green robe. He was short, but had a painted face, which made him look out of place. He had a feminine smile on his face, but it was eerie and chilling.
The man standing in front of her with a sword was dressed in white.
Her gaze moved upwards inch by inch, starting from his boots and moving straight to his face. She saw on his handsome face—
No eyes.
A white gauze was wrapped around her eyes, and ribbons hung behind her ears, swaying in the wind.
Su Mingmie was like seeing a ghost.
Her eyes widened and she stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling to the ground.
I only heard that person slowly say: "Susu."
"Are you used to my eyes?"
"You pretended to be blind and lied to me that you were going to die. You said you wanted to see the world before you died, so I gave you my eyes."
"Now, what do you think of it?"
She was horrified and could only murmur, "Thank you, thank you, my dear..."
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