Chapter 8 It's a Ghost "I guess, you are a ghost"

Xie Tingyu laughed twice, "Master, are you trying to intimidate me? Please note that I am not afraid of being scared. Just ask whatever you want to ask. I will answer any question I have."

Ge Teng sighed, and the threatening tone just now disappeared. "It's very simple. I just want to ask where you live, how many people are there in your family, and what you do for a living."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu pondered for a moment, tapped the table with his fingers, and pretended to be calm. "My home is in the mortal world, Xuzhou Zhangjiawan, by the Yunhe River. There are two trees at the door of my house."

She paused and added, "One is a date tree, and the other is also a date tree."

"I only have a father who loves alcohol, a sick mother, and a younger brother who died young. My parents think that I killed my brother. I can only pray on the Ghost Festival, hoping that my brother can come to my parents in their dreams and ask them not to treat me like this."

After he finished speaking, a blue light flashed in Geteng's cloudy eyes under his hood for a moment, and then disappeared when he raised his head.

His eyes fell on Xie Tingyu, with some shrewdness in his eyes, "So, how did you get to the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons?"

I knew he would ask this question.

Xie Tingyu had already organized the language in advance, "My home is in Xuzhou, can't I go to the main street of Xuzhou to play?"

Seeing that Ge Teng was going to continue asking, Xie Tingyu pretended to be anxious and said, "When I went to release the prayer lanterns, I was chased by a figure that appeared from nowhere. I was a little scared, so I ran and ran, and accidentally ran to the main street."

Xie Tingyu's eyes were red and tears were faintly glistening in them, instantly creating a pitiful expression.

The torn flesh on the back was stuck together by the torn cloth, and as Xie Tingyu moved, it caused a stinging pain.

A tear rolled down Xie Tingyu's cheeks. She looked at Ge Teng and suddenly shouted hysterically, "Don't even think about asking me to go back. I will never go to that place even if I die!"

"Master Ge, my disciple is seriously injured. Let's stop here today."

A peaceful voice came from behind. Before Xie Tingyu turned around, he placed his warm palm on her head and rubbed it. The force was gentle, like a breeze blowing past.

"Ah Yu has been wronged. Master will seek justice for you."

"Master? Why are you back?"

Xie Tingyu's performance was suddenly interrupted, tears hanging on her eyelashes which were long and dense like crow feathers.

Yunheng's heart softened.

The look he gave Ge Teng was even colder, like the bitter cold north wind in winter, "Ge Teng, you have overstepped the boundaries. You cannot interrogate my disciple in private."

"I am only concerned about Xuan Yuntian's safety. If I allow someone with an unknown identity to come in, I am afraid it will easily pose a threat to Xuan Yuntian."

If this is really the case, Ge Teng is actually a sincere person who is worried about undercover agents infiltrating the sect, and Xie Tingyu is a time bomb that may bring threats to the sect at any time.

Xie Tingyu was behind Yun Heng. The pain on her back made her want to bend her back. Yun Heng noticed from the corner of her eye that Xie Tingyu's body was shaking subconsciously.

A gentle aura emerged from her palms, healing her wounds.

Xie Tingyu sighed and stared at Ge Teng, wondering if this man was related to Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao seemed to be punishing her and Ximen Huairen strictly according to the school rules, but Xie Tingyu felt that he was targeting her deliberately.

Suddenly thinking of Wen Zhi and Lai, Xie Tingyu pressed her wound, and the severe pain came again.

This kind of pain is obviously also warm and must be endured.

Xie Tingyu felt a sudden pain in his fingertips. Wen Zhiyu was pinching his own fingers. What a cruel person.

Xie Tingyu listened to the argument between Yunheng and Ge Teng and felt that he had a new understanding of the legendary Yunheng Sword Master.

Ge Teng's face was gloomy. Not only was Yun Heng's status higher than his, but he was also overstepping his authority by privately forcing a confession from his apprentice.

Xie Ting held on to the table with her jade fingers, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and Xie Tingyu suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, as elegant as orchid.

A white, slender hand with distinct joints appeared from the side and held her arm.

"Junior sister, are you okay?"

The voice was so calm and without any ups and downs, Xie Tingyu was a little suspicious. Did this person feel no pain?

Perhaps it was because there was too much doubt in her eyes. Wen Zhiyu smiled softly when he saw this. His gentle smile was like a spring breeze. "Junior sister, are you unbearable? I just met Junior Brother Wang Xiao outside. He said that Junior sister knowingly committed the crime. I don't agree with this, so I argued with him."

"I'm late."

The moment Wen Zhiyu appeared, the gloomy look on Ge Teng's face disappeared a lot.

The dark eyeballs kept turning.

"Yunheng, keep an eye on your apprentice. You won't be able to protect her next time."

A group of black crows came from nowhere and surrounded Geteng's body, then dissipated and disappeared.

"You rude brat, you dare to challenge me? If you have the guts, find your master and confront me face to face!"

Yun Heng was used to this scene and her expression did not change. Only when she looked at Xie Tingyu did the frost in her eyes melt a little.

In Xie Tingyu's impression, the famous and upright sects were the embodiment of justice in the eyes of the mortal world. He didn't expect that he saw a few strange people just three days after arriving in Xuanyuntian.

Wen Zhiyu withdrew the hand that was supporting Xie Tingyu, crossed his arms, and raised his eyelids when he heard the words.

His back was straight. If Xie Tingyu had not been sure that her love spell would not fail, he would not have noticed the pain that flashed across Wen Zhiyu's eyes.

"I don't want to get hurt either, don't blame me." Xie Tingyu sighed in his heart, feeling a little aggrieved.

Wen Zhiyu suddenly curled up his fingers and his ink-black eyes moved slightly.

"Can I go to the library?"

Xie Tingyu grabbed Yunheng's sleeve. Yunheng was slightly startled. She glanced at Wen Zhiyu's face and nodded, "Of course, but your injury needs to be treated."

"It's bearable. I want to find something in the library."

Yun Heng waved his sleeves and cursed, "This bunch of old fools are so restless. They dare to touch my disciples. Don't force me to cry and make a scene in front of their caves. Let's see if they still have the nerve to target you."

"If it really doesn't work, I'll just use my sword to break everything."

Xie Ting frowned, "Ah?"

She complained, "This Yunheng Sword Master is not quite the same as the legend. Where is the immortal demeanor he was said to have? Where is the exiled immortal who came down to earth?"

He looked at her warmly and rarely, and nodded in affirmation.

This legendary Yunheng Sword Master not only does not have such an immortal appearance, but is actually an old man who does not respect his elders.

In the end, Yunheng still treated her wounds, but she did not change her clothes. She came to the library covered in blood, followed by Yunheng and Wen Zhiyu.

It attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Is this new junior uncle so favored by the Sword Master? Why does he accompany us personally?"

"At least he has subdued Tianxing Chixiao. How incredible!"

"But there seems to be a layer of mist surrounding the wound on her back, as if it was left by the Soul Devouring Whip of the Punishment Hall."

"You haven't heard that this Junior Master Xie beat someone on his first day at the academy and was punished with thirty lashes."

“This is also a never-ending one.”

Although these disciples lowered their voices and most people could not hear them, Yun Heng and Wen Zhiyu, with their cultivation levels, could naturally hear them clearly.

Xie Tingyu is not an individual and cannot be considered as an ordinary person.

So she heard it too.

Yunheng and Wen Zhi coincidentally did not ask Xie Tingyu what he was looking for.

Instead, Xie Tingyu hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, I want the ghost spell."

"Ghost spells? What do you want that for?"

"Master, you should know that I am missing one of the three souls and seven spirits. I actually want to find a way to complete it."

It was when Xie Tingyu obtained Tianxing Chixiao that she vaguely realized that her soul was incomplete. This might be the reason why she could not recover her ghost power in one go. Without sufficient soul power to protect her mortal body, she would easily explode and die after all her ghost power was lost, and even her soul would be damaged.

Her excuse could be said to be extremely crude. Yun Heng was one of the most powerful people in the world of cultivation. When it came to restoring her soul, she did not seek help from her master but wanted to do it herself.

Even Wen Zhiyu, who had always been as still as a mountain, raised his eyes and asked her, "Why don't you look for your master?"

“To nourish your soul, you don’t just have to rely on others, but more on yourself.”

Xie Tingyu smiled widely, as if the wound on her back didn't exist. This heartless look was particularly consistent with Wen Zhi's description of her as a piece of wood.

"That's great. Let Xiaoyu go with you to look for it. I'll be waiting outside. You can also find an old friend to play chess with." Yunheng touched his chin and said with a smile.

Wen Zhi put two fingers together, grabbed Xie Tingyu's sleeve and pulled her forward, "Junior sister, follow me."

Not knowing what Yun Heng was trying to do, Xie Tingyu frowned slightly and was pulled forward by Wen Zhiyu, but he couldn't pull his sleeves out no matter how hard he tried.

She complained in her heart, "What are you worried about? Do you treat me as your pet?"

Wen Zhiyu walked two steps ahead, and at an angle where Xie Tingyu couldn't see, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, and there was a bright glow in his eyes.

After they entered the third floor of the library and entered a barrier that isolated them from the outside world, Wen Zhiyu let go of Xie Tingyu's sleeve and spoke softly.

"I was born with a missing soul. I have been called a star of misfortune since I was a child. My master said that I am 'a person who is envied by heaven'. This missing soul is what the heaven thinks can balance my talent."

"You actually told me these things?"

He laughed at himself, "Because I think that my junior sister's secret is much more powerful than mine, so what does my insignificant experience mean?"

Wen Zhi and Wei Deng paused, took a book from the bookshelf, turned around and smiled, "If you think this is not good, you can tell me your secret."

Xie Tingyu snorted coldly, "Dream on."

"As long as the spell of unity is not solved, I will be in a state of panic. When will Junior Sister let me go?"

A soft sigh sounded beside him. Wen Zhiyu leaned against the wall, holding a blue-covered book in his hand.

"I find it hard to bear the pain that Junior Sister has suffered."

Seeing Xie Tingyu's eyes curved like crescent moons and her bright and charming smile made Wen Zhiyu dazed for a moment.

Xie Tingyu came up and said, "Brother, you and I are brothers and sisters who live and die together, share pain and feelings, and can quickly deepen our feelings. We can also know each other's status at any time. Isn't this also a blessing?"

"Deepen what feelings?" Wen Zhiyu was tall and slender. He lowered his eyes and looked at her with a pair of seemingly gentle phoenix eyes, but there was a cold, probing look in his eyes.

Slender white fingers stretched out and placed on Wen Zhiyu's shoulders.

Xie Tingyu tilted his head and said arrogantly in a gentle tone, "When Senior Brother likes me and stops thinking about when he can kill me, that will be the moment when the Heart Curse will be lifted."

"Other than that, there is no solution to the Heart Curse."

Wen Zhiyu narrowed his eyes. The conflict between him and Xie Tingyu could not be easily resolved.

Not to mention making him fall in love with her?

What a joke.

Wen Zhiyu slapped Xie Tingyu's hand away, put the book in his hand back to its original place, and casually asked, "Do you know why the bone whip is called the Soul Devouring Whip?"

Before Xie Tingyu could speak, Wen Zhiyu added, "Because it can directly pierce the soul. If the soul is hit by the Soul Devouring Whip, the soul will be damaged at best, or the soul will be shattered and turned into ashes, and will never be able to enter the reincarnation cycle."

Under Xie Tingyu's cold gaze, Wen Zhiyu showed a dazzling smile.

"So, Junior Sister, are you a human or a ghost?"

"When hundreds of ghosts roam the night, resentful ghosts swarm around."

"I guess you are a ghost."