Chapter 86: Wen Zhi and Bone Bells reveal their secrets to each other

As soon as the words fell, the ghost in the huge iron cage suddenly stopped moving and stopped hitting the inside of the cage. It let out hoarse roars, one after another, full of violence.

A foul odor came out through the iron cage, and the cloth strips on both sides of the corridor moved with it. The cold wind was blown up again, climbing up the neck and irritating the skin. Xie Tingyu raised his hand and touched it, and goose bumps appeared on his body.

How can I be frightened by ghosts when I am a ghost? This is unscientific.

Xie Tingyu raised her eyes, looking past the cloth that suddenly appeared before her eyes, and saw the ghost in the iron cage. She seemed to suddenly understand, "Oh, it turns out to be an ugly ghost."

When the ghost heard Xie Tingyu's words, it attacked even more violently. Wen Zhiyu raised his hand with a smile, and frost mist suddenly appeared in the air, suspended above the iron cage. The tip of the sword pointed downward, stirring up a layer of white mist.

A layer of frost quickly spread on the top of the iron cage, and ice flowers spread out. The huge ghost huddled in the iron cage. The frost froze the iron cage completely. It had nowhere to hide, so it had to let the roar go back into its throat. In the silent courtyard, only its breathing could be heard.

"Ghosts don't even breathe, so how can there be ghosts?" Xie Tingyu sneered, moved his eyes away from the Frost Mist Sword, took two steps forward, and pushed aside the cloth strip in front of him.

There were some small black and red spots on it.

Xie Tingyu didn't care. The ghost in front of her didn't seem to have any intimidation to her.

Wen Zhiyu followed her and crossed his arms, smiling, "Master said that since you were born into a ghost-catching family, you will naturally be able to distinguish the real from the fake."

He had a tendency to attack, but it was not because Xie Tingyu was approaching, but because the ghost's aura was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was planning to attack Xie Tingyu.

Xie Tingyu suddenly stopped and asked, "Isn't this ghost the one from the Fanyin Temple?"

She had a vague guess in her heart, could this be the reward that Wen Zhi and Shuo Yunheng specially prepared for her?

"Of course it's not this thing." Wen Zhiyu's voice suddenly rang out, "Junior sister, don't worry, Master hasn't searched to this extent yet."

Listening to Wen Zhi's particularly skilled comments about Yun Heng, and knowing that the reward was definitely not this thing, Xie Tingyu couldn't help but smile.

She could not hide the disgust in her eyes. This ghost was really too ugly. She didn't know where Yun Heng found it.

When I first met Wen Zhiyu, the ghost I saw in Fanyin Temple must have been sent back by her. Moreover, that ghost had escaped from Jiuyuan in the first place, so it would be impossible for her to let it run away.

But, who told Yun Heng that she came from a ghost-catching family? Cheng Yan or Zuo Zicheng?

Xie Tingyu remembered that he had only mentioned it to the two of them.

Wen Zhiyu looked at her with a smile for a while, then suddenly lowered his eyes, with a barely perceptible dark gleam in his eyes.

It was still bright outside, but when I walked into the courtyard, the sky seemed to be covered by a layer of black cloth, and almost no light could penetrate.

The only visible light came from the red lantern hanging on the corridor. The candlelight inside the lantern flickered, gradually shrinking and becoming dimmer as time went by.

The red light shone on Xie Tingyu's face. She blinked, and her thick eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes. When she was not smiling, her expression was extremely cold and her pulse was beating in her neck. Behind her was the ugly, violent and cruel ghost. Compared with it, she looked particularly fragile.

Where powerful ghosts exist, there will always be a violent ghost aura, which is the characteristic of the existence of powerful ghosts.

At this moment, the ghost energy seemed to be condensing into substance.

Wen Zhiyu clenched his arms and pinched his palms. He smiled and walked forward to explain to Xie Tingyu: "This is a soul-devouring ghost."

His figure was reflected in Xie Tingyu's eyes. She stepped back with a wary look on her face. She remembered that she once said that she was missing a soul.

I never thought that Yunheng would specifically look for this ghost.

Just to restore her soul?

It's not that her soul is damaged, but that she lacks spirit.

It is missing, incomplete, and incomplete.

"Don't rush to refuse. We know that you are soulless, but this ghost is not an ordinary soul-eating ghost."

Xie Tingyu had been in the ghost palace for seventeen years and had also guarded the Nine Abysses for a long time. He had heard of soul-devouring ghosts, but he had never heard of an extraordinary soul-devouring ghost.

"When will Xuan Yuntian give me the reward?" Xie Tingyu frowned slightly, watching Wen Zhiyu slap another yellow talisman on the iron cage.

The Soul-Devouring Ghost roared twice, and when it realized that it had no intimidating power, it stopped moving, leaving only a pair of vertical pupils staring quietly at Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhi.

"Master said that you can go to the treasure house to find what you want by yourself. No matter what it is, as long as you have the ability to get it, it will be yours." Wen Zhiyu turned around and smiled at her.

"If that's the case, it seems not bad." Xie Tingyu curved his eyebrows, "Then what are you going to do with this soul-devouring ghost? Let it find my lost soul for me?"

Xie Tingyu laughed at himself, "I was born with one soul missing. No matter how you look at it, it seems that the heavens don't want to see me live in this world intact."

This was what the Ghost Lord had said to her before, but on the other hand, as a ghost, the loss of a soul actually accelerated her cultivation speed, and she became one of the four ghost kings in just seventeen years.

"Ayu, the theory of Heaven's Way seems to have existed since the beginning of Taoism. But, why can there be a thing called Heaven's Way? Why is it called Heaven's Way?" The gentleness in Wen Zhiyu's eyes disappeared, leaving only a sharp cold light.

There was a rare ambition in his eyes, which he had never shown in front of Xie Tingyu.

Once Wuming used Wen Zhiyu's face to reveal his ambition and viciousness. At that time, Xie Tingyu had never foreseen that Wen Zhiyu would show off in front of her and even express his own opinions on "Heaven's Way".

This is considered to be blasphemous words by other ascetics.

Xie Tingyu laughed, "Yes, there is a saying that people ascend to heaven, so why is there still a way of heaven? Could it be the running dog of the immortals?"

Compared to Wen Zhiyu's treason, Xie Tingyu's words were even more arrogant.

Her expression vividly showed her disdain.

Wen Zhiyu stood beside Xie Tingyu, and Xie Tingyu looked at her a few more times, "Is the Heart-to-Heart Spell still effective?"

Wen Zhiyu tilted his head, a little confused, "What do you mean it's still effective? It's always been there."

"No, I was injured in the final test of the Disciple Examination for the Sea, and you didn't feel it." Xie Tingyu stretched out her hand and placed it not far in front of the Soul-Devouring Ghost. Wen Zhiyu was in a panic for a moment and hurriedly pulled her hand back.

Her hand was cold, but she squeezed it gently without letting go. "Really?"

"Well, because I'm really not injured." Xie Tingyu laughed loudly. Wen Zhiyu, whose smile had already frozen, stared at her indifferently.

When she turned her eyes away again, there was only loneliness in her eyes.

Wen Zhiyu hesitantly let go of her hand, her voice as small as a mosquito: "Sorry."

Xie Tingyu couldn't help it. Seeing Wen Zhiyu's expression, he subconsciously pulled his hand away and patted the back of his hand. "It's okay. Thank you for your concern... You shouldn't be afraid of ghosts, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, before she could hear Wen Zhiyu's response, she summoned a shadow.

A tall figure suddenly appeared and faced the soul-devouring ghost head-on. The ghostly aura in the courtyard became even denser, and the road could no longer be seen clearly a few steps away.

"……Owner."

Wuming was obviously stunned for a moment, then quickly changed his words. With a look of warmth and doubt on his face, black mist emanated from the cloak on Wuming's body.

But there was not the slightest fusion with the ghost energy of the Soul-Devouring Ghost, instead it was more of a rejection.

"I remember that part of your ability is devouring. You can try it." Xie Tingyu opened his lips, without any sadness or joy, and one could not feel the breath of a living person.

The aura on her body changed in an instant. Wen Zhiyu rubbed his fingers and set his eyes on her. Xie Tingyu raised his hand, and a red thread flew out from his fingertips and circled around Wuming. In a flash, the thread suddenly penetrated the iron cage, and the yellow talisman could not resist the piercing of the red thread.

The yellow talisman fell from the iron cage, was blown up by the cold wind, and scattered all over the courtyard.

When the Soul Devourer sensed Wuming's presence, it let out a warning growl. As the red line approached, it roared wildly, but it never expected that even the iron cage that trapped it could not resist the red line.

The Soul-Eating Ghost often devours souls and cannot even speak, and can only make the most primitive beast roars.

Wuming was already quite powerful, and coupled with the Ghost King's pressure she had exerted on Xie Tingyu's red line, he could not restrain himself from submitting to her.

Wen Zhiyu was not that surprised. He was more shocked that Xie Tingyu summoned Wuming and used a method she had never shown before, and did not avoid him.

Wen Zhiyu stood there for a moment, and just as Wuming was about to make his move, Wen Zhiyu turned around and walked out, "Junior sister, come find me when you've finished everything. I'll come as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of devouring, Wen Zhiyu did not stay, but left on his own initiative.

Wen Zhiyu had not walked for long in the long corridor before the Frost Mist Sword rose from above the iron cage and followed Wen Zhiyu away.

The man and the sword soon disappeared.

No one was watching, and Xie Tingyu started to act almost immediately after she sensed the warmth and aura leaving her.

Wuming looked back and saw the direction Wen Zhiyu was leaving.

A huge black hood covered Wuming's face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Xie Ting's jade pupils spread purple-gold color, and the aura of the Ghost King washed over the courtyard. The Soul-Devouring Ghost that had just tried to resist no longer dared to move, and it didn't even dare to launch a fight of trapped beasts.

This is like repression that remains in the blood.

Wuming was forcibly dragged over by Xie Tingyu to devour the Soul-Devouring Ghost. The Soul-Devouring Ghost could not leave the iron cage and could only have its abilities and ghost power absorbed.

"Wuming, you have seen this Devouring Ghost before, will you still cherish the old friendship?"

After a long while in the courtyard filled with the painful screams of the Devouring Ghosts, an emotionless voice was heard: "No, Your Majesty."

When Wen Zhiyu stepped out of the corridor, the boundless night filled his eyes and he let out a long breath.

Yun Heng suddenly appeared and stood beside him, "Why did you come out? Where's Ah Yu?"

"I don't want to pry into her secrets. If she really wants me to know, it won't be too late for me to know." Wen Zhiyu raised his hand, and his slender white hand was placed under the night sky, with dazzling blue and white scales slowly emerging.

As the moonlight shines down, it glitters.

"Thank you, Master, for keeping my identity a secret for so long."

Yun Heng shook her head. "You were still a little kid when I picked you up. Now you are my child. No need to thank me."

Hearing this, Wen Zhiyu suddenly raised the corners of his lips, "In that case, Master, can I ask you another question?"

Seeing that Yunheng didn't answer, which was considered as her consent, Wen Zhiyu pulled off the red ribbon, and her black hair fell down to her thin waist.

A bone bell hung quietly at the end of the red silk thread, still without making any sound.

Warmth and memories of the red thread that flows freely in his veins and merges with his blood, and the other side is connected to Xie Tingyu's beating heart. As long as the same heart curse exists, he and Xie Tingyu will live and die together and share the pain.

At this moment, the blood rushed up and the area between the eyebrows became hot.

Wen Zhiyu's voice was so warm that he could hardly contain his excitement.

"Master, if I hear the sound of bone bells, what is it?"