Chapter 217: Smart Men Are Prone to Making Mistakes
As soon as Su Zhenzhen finished speaking, she made a gesture.
Hu Yu'er immediately focused her attention and crawled into the body lying on the bed.
"Souls, return! Living souls, return to your places! Hear my command, return swiftly!"
In an instant, a gust of wind ripped open the window, and the window frame trembled violently under the fierce pounding of the wind, making a loud "bang, bang" sound.
Hu Yu'er burrowed into the body almost at the same time Su Zhenzhen was speaking.
But an invisible barrier kept her out.
Hu Yu'er kept Su Zhenzhen's words in mind and focused all her attention on the body on the bed, without any other thoughts in her mind.
Su Zhenzhen also held her breath and focused all her attention on what was in front of her.
"Heaven and earth, spirits, heed my command! I now command the souls to return to their bodies; who dares to obstruct me?"
Although the Nine Heavens and Six Realms are one entity, they are also independent of each other.
The underworld governs only the innate essence of the soul. The souls of mortals who have passed away exist outside of both realms, unbound by either.
Spirit mediums are ordained by Heaven, understand Yin and Yang, and command spirits. The souls of living beings in the mortal world should naturally be under their control!
Su Zhenzhen's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her hands continued to perform incantations.
"It is ordained by Heaven's will; I humbly request the power of Heaven and Earth to grant me passage!"
The seasons cycle, the sun and moon alternate—this is an eternal and unchanging law that no one can reverse.
The fact that the dead cannot be brought back to life is in accordance with the rules of nature.
Su Zhenzhen's goal today is to break the rules of heaven and earth.
Hu Yu'er was repeatedly thwarted, and her spirits had been dampened considerably.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Su Zhenzhen sweating profusely, and his heart skipped a beat.
This is her own business, and even if Su Zhenzhen lets go and doesn't care, no one else can criticize her in the slightest.
The people who came to help resolve the matter did not give up, so how could she, the person in charge, give up halfway?
Hu Yu'er gritted her teeth and once again mustered all her strength to lunge at the body.
Su Zhenzhen bit her tongue and used the spray of blood to draw the character "敕" (imperial edict) in the air.
With a change in hand seals, an invisible talisman was sent into Hu Yu'er's soul.
No one except the boss of the 906th Century Underworld Partners Office had seen this talisman.
The boss slightly raised his eyelids, his tone calm and indifferent, "You're probably going to lose."
Chao Jie, standing to the side, looked very unhappy. Her bright red nail polish was clenched tightly in her palms, but her words still revealed her stubbornness.
"Even her ancestors couldn't figure out how to return the soul to its rightful place. How could she, a naive young girl who has never received proper education, possibly shoulder such a great responsibility?"
As Chao Jie spoke, her heart choked with emotion. Back then, their dragon clan was nearly wiped out by Yao Shen. Many outstanding young men in the clan were only one step away from becoming gods. Their physical bodies were destroyed, but their souls remained. If they could reshape their physical bodies, they could be reborn as one with their souls.
However, since the Creator created the world, only the soul has been separated from the body; there has never been a soul returning to the body.
She was unsure whether the Ten Heavenly Generals who guarded the Tenth Heaven Realm possessed this ability, as there was a long time gap and no records had been preserved.
However, when Sheng Fanyanli was seriously injured by her, Yaoshen was helpless and could only send her into the mortal world to accumulate cultivation.
It is as difficult as ascending to heaven for the soul to return to its rightful place.
Perhaps that unseen, lonely spirit can reverse life and death with a flick of the wrist.
But what makes Su Zhenzhen so special?
Chao Jie became increasingly indignant and spoke coldly.
"Besides, my bet with you is not about Su Zhenzhen's ability, but whether she will remain true to her original intentions after knowing everything."
"How can someone who is not of unwavering resolve risk everything to defy the forces of heaven and earth?"
“The soul summoner is born with a destiny from heaven. If the soul summoner were not utterly benevolent and selfless, the world would have been destroyed by him long ago.”
"How could someone who is virtuous, pure, and resolute in character commit such a devastating act?"
The boss's words were gradual and logical.
But Sister Chao was still unconvinced, believing that the spirit summoner clan might have boundless love.
Ke Su Zhenzhen? Ha!
Suddenly remembering something, Chao retorted.
"In your opinion, the creator who destroyed the world and recreated it was neither boundless in love nor resolute in character."
The boss did not deny it, saying, "In these two aspects, she is far inferior to Su Zhenzhen."
In Hu Yu'er's boudoir, Su Zhenzhen was drenched in cold sweat.
Time passed indefinitely. Hu Yu'er repeatedly lunged at her own body, while Su Zhenzhen repeated the incantation over and over again.
"Souls, return! Living souls, return to your places! Hear my command, return swiftly!"
"Heaven and earth, spirits, heed my command! I now command the souls to return to their bodies; who dares to obstruct me?"
"It is ordained by Heaven's will; I humbly request the power of Heaven and Earth to grant me passage!"
Hu Yu'er threw herself onto the body on the bed again, and this time there was a crisp sound—the sound of body and soul reuniting. Hu Yu'er's soul finally returned to her body.
Su Zhenzhen was covered in sweat, looking as if she had been pulled out of the water.
Hu Yu'er moved her hands and feet to make sure she could control the body at will, then immediately rolled off the bed and caught Su Zhenzhen who was about to fall.
"Are you alright?" Hu Yu'er asked with concern and worry.
The soul returned to its rightful place, a first for me since the beginning of time, but the person who saved me ended up losing my benefactor.
Su Zhenzhen was completely overwhelmed. All the strength in her body was drained away at that moment. Like a fish swept to the shore by the waves, she could only desperately draw water from the shallows, but could not turn over and swim back into the sea.
"I...I'm so tired...I want to...sleep..." Her voice was broken and her breath was barely a whisper.
Su Zhenzhen lost consciousness. When she woke up, she found herself sleeping in Hu Yu'er's boudoir, being cared for by her.
"You're finally awake." Hu Yu'er's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her delicate nose wrinkled; even without smiling, she was still incredibly beautiful.
Su Zhenzhen was too lazy to get up, so she lay down and talked to Hu Yu'er.
How long did I sleep?
"Three days and three nights."
It's alright, Su Zhenzhen thought. It's good that it's not ten days or half a month. If it goes on for too long, many controllable things will become uncontrollable.
"Has the portrait of the sorcerer who extracted your soul been drawn yet?"
“I forgot to tell you that my father was skilled at portrait painting. Before he became the prefect, he supported his family by selling paintings on the street.”
Oh wow, Su Zhenzhen really didn't expect that. No wonder Hu Wen is so fond of accumulating wealth; it turns out he comes from a merchant background. But to rise from a small-time peddler to become the governor of a city, Hu Wen is indeed quite capable.
Hopefully, this intelligent man won't make mistakes in important family matters.
"Where's the painting? Let me see it." Su Zhenzhen had been lying down for three days and her body had gotten plenty of rest, so she wanted to finish the task at hand as soon as possible.
Moreover, the number in my mind has changed; it has now become 39.
Su Zhenzhen didn't understand. Wasn't it a countdown, but some kind of quantitative standard? Because she had found a way to return the living soul to its rightful place, the number suddenly dropped by 18?
Hu Yu'er's eyes were red, as if she found it difficult to speak, yet her brows and eyes revealed a sense of grievance. "My mother burned the painting, along with my father's other paintings."
Su Zhenzhen's brow twitched violently. "Your father painted other women?"
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