Chapter 95 The Never-extinguished Lantern
Finally, her eyes fixed on the brightly lit lantern.
Hai Sichuan: "Master, this...this lantern is so realistic! It looks like the real thing, and it's even more real than when I saw it during the day."
Wei Xi said: "This lantern is real."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lantern fell out of the mural and turned into a real lantern that rolled to the ground with flames burning inside, instantly illuminating the entire tomb.
Hai Sichuan was surprised.
After a while, the flame in the lantern did not go out, and it seemed to be burning brighter and brighter.
He walked over and took a closer look: "Master, it seems that the flame in this lantern cannot be extinguished."
Wei Xi: "This flame is fueled by the soul, so it is also called the soul fire. It will only go out when the soul energy is exhausted."
Hai Sichuan understood, Master knows so much.
“…Save me, save me.”
A faint cry for help came from the lantern again.
Upon hearing this, Wei Xi immediately pinched his fingers together and silently recited twice.
The lantern suddenly made a clanging sound, and the next second, a green transparent figure appeared in front of Wei Xi and Hai Sichuan.
And the moment she came out, the flame in the lantern went out.
The green figure looked very weak and pale. She knelt down towards Wei Xi with great gratitude.
"Thank you for saving me, girl."
Wei Xi looked at her and said, "Your soul is very weak now, almost to the point of being shattered."
Upon hearing this, the cyan figure said with a sad face, "I've been trapped in this lantern, used as a wick for thousands of years. If you hadn't appeared, I might have died soon."
Hai Sichuan looked at her face, which was similar to the green-dressed woman on the mural, and asked in surprise, "Are you a human or a snake demon?"
The cyan figure quickly shook his head and said, "I'm not a snake demon. My surname is Meng, and my courtesy name is Zhitao. I'm an ancient person from thousands of years ago. I was deceived by a snake demon and locked in a lantern to provide light for her. She took the opportunity to take my place."
Hai Sichuan: "So that's how it is."
Then, Wei Xi saw Meng Zhitao's eyes fall on the sarcophagus.
Hai Sichuan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but ask, "...That sarcophagus originally contained your body, right?"
Meng Zhitao's eyes dimmed when he heard this.
"My body is not inside. This sarcophagus originally contained the body of my husband."
"Your husband?"
Meng Zhitao nodded. "Yes, my husband was a general, and I am the daughter of the Prime Minister. A thousand years ago, he unfortunately died on the battlefield, and I fell ill because of my husband's death. Later, a fairy came who claimed to be able to revive my husband. She said that if I wanted to revive my husband, I would have to pay with my own life."
Hai Sichuan: "...So you believe it?"
When Meng Zhitao heard this, a trace of pain appeared on his face.
"I was already terminally ill at the time. Even if I didn't do that, I wouldn't live long, so I thought I might as well give my life to her."
"However, after I died, I found out that I had been used as wick fuel, and my husband had disappeared from the coffin."
After saying that, she suddenly knelt down towards Wei Xi again.
"Girl, can you help me find my husband?"
"For thousands of years, I have always wanted to know where he is, but I can't find him."
Upon hearing this, Hai Sichuan sighed and said, "A thousand years have passed. I'm afraid your husband has been reincarnated, right?"
Hearing this, Meng Zhitao murmured, "If that were true, it would be fine, but my husband and I are connected in spirit. Over the past thousand years, I've felt several times that my husband hasn't been reincarnated. He seems to be trapped like me, with no control over his own destiny."
Wei Xi said: "Let me help you take a look."
As she spoke, she closed her eyes, opened her clairvoyance technique, and pinched her fingers at the same time.
It didn't matter that she pinched it, but as soon as she did, she felt that this was something unusual.
It was the first time that Hai Sichuan saw his master’s forehead covered with sweat due to fortune-telling.
Wei Xi suddenly opened his eyes and said in shock, "Oh no! A powerful enemy is heading our way."
She looked at Meng Zhitao and said, "Go to the door of my heart first. I will let you out after we get outside."
Seeing that the girl was a little anxious, Meng Zhitao didn't say anything more and quickly turned into a green light and entered Wei Xi's heart.
For the past thousand years, she has been suffering in the lantern every day. In order to make herself feel better, she has cultivated some magical powers over time.
As soon as Meng Zhitao entered, the scenery in the mural immediately became weird.
Wei Xi saw that the murals were no longer suppressed by Meng Zhitao.
Countless evil ghosts poked their black heads out from the mural, all of them with bared fangs and claws, grinning at Wei Xi.
Hai Sichuan was both disgusted and frightened.
Wei Xi immediately took a few steps back and silently recited a few mantras.
In an instant, a shining evil-slaying sword appeared from nowhere and quickly flew into the mural.
As several golden lights flashed, miserable screams rose and fell from the mural.
Immediately afterwards, the mural began to surge, and large patches of dark black sea poured out from the painting and rushed towards Wei Xi.
Wei Xi quickly pulled Hai Sichuan back a few steps, and quickly turned on the purifying fire, throwing it at the group of evil spirits crawling out of hell.
The sound of crackling flames rang in my ears, accompanied by the miserable cries of evil spirits.
Gradually, the group of evil spirits turned into a pool of black blood and flowed out of the mural.
Hai Sichuan smelled the foul odor in the air and felt like vomiting for a moment.
Fortunately, the fire of purification continues to burn.
Slowly, the black blood was burned away completely.
The murals also became clean, with no scenery or characters left.
"Let's go!" Wei Xi didn't want to stay here any longer, so he quickly pulled Hai Sichuan and disappeared from the tomb.
As soon as he came outside, Wei Xi felt an unusual atmosphere.
Hai Sichuan also felt it, and the master and disciple immediately became alert.
Hai Sichuan couldn't help but asked worriedly, "Master...Master, are you okay?"
He thought that his master had just eliminated a group of evil spirits in the tomb cave, and before he had time to replenish his strength, another big battle was about to begin.
"Not bad." A hint of frost appeared on Wei Xi's cold face.
"They are taking advantage of my illness to kill me!"
Hai Sichuan said angrily: "It's so abominable!"
Soon, they saw a white shadow flash in front of them at an extremely fast speed.
Every time they wanted to take action, the figure disappeared quickly.
Wei Xi had a cold face and silently recited a mantra.
Then, the scenery in front of them changed.
It became white and the fog was very heavy.
Hai Sichuan couldn't help but hold his master's hand, not letting go for a moment.
Wei Xi didn't notice his actions and was looking around vigilantly.
At this time, a tall figure appeared in the haze not far away.
In the moonlight, Hai Sichuan saw the man's face, his face was pale and he was jumping around.
He paused for a moment.
"Zombie."
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