Chapter 87: Wen Zhi and Ming’s own feelings “Wen Wusheng, listening to Yu Yan,…
"I don't know the details of your bone bell. You should ask yourself." Yun Heng put his hands behind his back, looking extremely calm, but his eyes could not help but turn towards the courtyard barrier.
Xie Tingyu did not last long. The Soul Devouring Ghost's ghost power had been consumed in advance, and coupled with the suppression of the yellow talisman, the Soul Devouring Ghost was extremely weak.
Wuming's aura was already strong, and now it was even stronger, completely suppressing the Soul-Devouring Ghost's aura.
The Soul Devouring Ghost opened its mouth wide, and a foul stench gushed out of its bloody mouth. Countless tiny souls flew out of its mouth, making sharp cries.
That was the scream of a dying soul.
The ghosts swallowed by the soul-eating ghost are basically lonely ghosts whose life span has not yet ended but whose souls have not returned to the underworld.
Those who do not live long often die in disasters or accidents, so most of them suffer extremely painful deaths before they die.
Countless ghosts were howling, and the atmosphere of pain was so powerful that if an ordinary person came, they would definitely shed tears because of the painful muttering.
But Xie Tingyu and Wuming are not human.
The Soul Devouring Ghost was finally left with a trace of its breath by Wuming. Xie Tingyu took a careful look and saw a blurry ball of light in Wuming's hand. The brightness of the light ball was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, about to go out.
Before Wuming could speak, Xie Tingyu raised her hand to cover the ball of light. The red ghost power gathered in her palm and was then released into the dark ball of light.
"I don't know why you left a bit of its power behind. Is it because you were old acquaintances, or because it saved the child?"
Xie Tingyu held on to the ball of light and took it from Wuming, allowing the dim ball of light to gradually become brighter. After a long time, it gained some vitality.
Wuming's tall figure stood in front of Xie Tingyu, looking particularly intimidating. In comparison, Xie Tingyu was petite and extremely fragile.
But Wuming bent down slightly, showing submission. He did not answer Xie Tingyu's question, but looked around and said something else, begging: "Your Majesty, please lead them into the ghost palace."
"Let them stop wandering around and becoming so-called lonely ghosts."
Xie Tingyu raised his head and his eyes moved around but did not linger for long.
She was filled with the ghost power of the Ghost King and this place was truly a closed space. There was no way to peek into the scenes and actions inside.
Therefore, she can proceed with the action with confidence.
The ghost power stirred up a bright color.
The Gate of Life, one does good deeds during life, and dies unjustly before his death. He has a loyal temperament and noble character.
If you pass the gate of life, you can become an official, get rewards, get a good place to live, practice Taoism, and be reincarnated.
The Death Gate commits many evil deeds and kills people like flies. He is bad and unkind, unfilial and unvirtuous, heartless and unrighteous.
Entering the Gate of Death, you will enter the city of sin; you may become a servant or a foodie; worse still, you will go to prison or become an animal; your soul will be scattered.
The souls and ghosts in the Nine Abyss are imprisoned for eternity and suffer endless torture.
"The sky and earth are dark yellow, the sun and the moon rotate, life and death are determined by fate. If you are good in life, you will enter the gate of life. If you have evil thoughts, you will be attracted by the gate of death, and your souls will be scattered in the nine abyss - opening."
Weird voices echoed as Xie Tingyu opened his mouth, layers of different voices overlapped, Wuming showed his head from under the canopy, and his face without facial features looked at Xie Tingyu, inexplicably revealing his shock.
He didn't know what he was thinking. The outline of his facial features suddenly appeared on his faceless face, echoing with his mumbling, and gradually became clearer.
"The sky is clear, the moon is bright, the door to life is open."
"Good deeds will be rewarded, evil deeds will be rewarded, from demons to saints, the gate of death will be opened"
Two black and white doors of completely different colors appeared out of nowhere. The white ghosts and the black and purple ghosts dispersed on their own and entered the two doors respectively in an orderly manner.
This is the rhetoric used by the ghost palace to attract good ghosts. If the rhetoric is said incorrectly or the method of casting the spell is wrong, the caster will easily be devoured by thousands of ghosts.
He died without a burial place and his soul was completely scattered.
Xie Tingyu spoke in an extremely solemn manner, with every word pronounced extremely clearly, but to others it sounded like gibberish.
Wuming was affected by the soul-summoning spell and uncontrollably wanted to get closer to the Gate of Life and Death, heading towards the direction of the Gate of Death.
Just as he was struggling with a tall evil ghost to enter the Death Gate, a red thread flew out from behind, tied around his neck, and pulled his entire body back.
Xie Tingyu Wuyan raised his eyes and looked at him coldly with his purple-gold eyes. Wuming lowered his head, raised his hand to touch the red silk thread on his neck without saying a word.
There were a lot of ghosts here. Although this soul-devouring ghost was very powerful, it did not completely devour the other ghosts, and still left nearly a hundred little ghosts.
"Most of these ghosts were cultivators in their previous lives, and the ghost palace and the world of cultivation are incompatible, so no one wants to attract their souls." Xie Tingyu spoke slowly after watching the figure of the last ghost disappear into the gate of life.
The thread around Nameless's neck loosened a little, but not completely.
After hearing what Xie Tingyu said, Wuming raised his head and asked, "Your Majesty, are you explaining this to me?"
Xie Tingyu still had the small ball of light in his hand. It was a little ghost, and it was still a child when it was alive. It was really too pitiful.
Xie Tingyu's ghost power carefully protected her, fearing that she would be destroyed accidentally. This was also a life.
This time, he accidentally met Xie Tingyu. At least, he would not end up being digested and fused by the soul-devouring ghost and his soul would be scattered.
"You know my identity. No matter what, I will not let my kind suffer. But I have to get rid of this soul-devouring ghost." Xie Tingyu saw Wuming's body stiffen very obviously. She continued, "You give him a chance to live, but you have to think carefully. If there is trouble left, you will have to solve it yourself."
The Soul-Devouring Ghost did not enter the Gate of Death, but the Gate of Life. Xie Tingyu's actions made Wuming unable to understand.
He didn't know what Xie Tingyu's real thoughts were, but as one of the four ghost kings in the ghost house, she must have extraordinary strength and status. Now his only fate was in Xie Tingyu's hands, so he had to surrender.
Even if you don't really mean it, you should pretend to be happy and submissive.
"I understand that Your Majesty can use my Devouring Power and... the power of the Soul Devourer at any time."
Xie Tingyu raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Say goodbye to this little girl. I will send her to the ghost palace and let Lady Hongxiu take care of her."
Wuming hesitated for a moment, then lightly touched the ball of light with his fingers, as if a feather was gently stroking it.
The Death Gate was not closed yet. Xie Tingyu walked forward and grabbed the edge of the Death Gate with a bone claw. A skull suddenly popped out, with only blue ghost lights flashing in the empty eye sockets.
Xie Tingyu placed the light ball in her palm and passed it to her, and then used red silk thread to wrap around the spine of the skull, "Take her to Lady Hongxiu and tell her that this is the little treasure I gave her."
The skull nodded, and the bones made a "clicking" sound. It retracted its head under Xie Tingyu's smiling gaze, and did not forget to use its other bony hand to grab the door frame and suddenly closed the door.
"This thing invented by Gu Duo is becoming more and more humanized, but it looks a bit ugly." Xie Tingyu looked at the death door closed by the skull and couldn't help but complain.
Guduo is the ghost king ranked above her. He is very old. It is said that he was a master of weapon casting in the world of cultivation when he was alive. He always liked to think of some weird inventions. The ugly and unrealistic things he made can be found all over the ghost palace.
Xie Tingyu once suggested to him that he should make it look more presentable, but he got angry and said that she didn't know how to appreciate it. Xie Tingyu smiled, and in a blink of an eye she tore off the red spider lily of Lady Hongxiu's hair and pinned it on her bald head, which looked particularly funny.
To be honest, the quality of the ghost Guduo is indeed very good.
Xie Tingyu turned around and pressed Wuming's shoulder. He was a ghost, so his body was just like other ghosts, stiff and extremely cold. It was the same when she first arrived at the ghost house and didn't have this physical body.
Thinking in this way, the existence of this physical body becomes even more bizarre.
The ghost lord is so powerful, I wonder where he found a real body, but how did he manage to look exactly like her original self?
When Wen Zhiyu arrived, he saw Xie Tingyu sitting on the steps under the eaves with his chin in his hand. The steps were covered with green moss, a rare sign of life in the courtyard.
She stepped on it with extreme caution.
The hem of her skirt had been splashed with mud from somewhere and was stained with many small spots of mud.
Wen Zhiyu walked over with a food box in his hand. Xie Tingyu didn't even raise his head, staring at the dead tree in the middle of the courtyard.
That is an old locust tree.
Sophora japonica trees have a strong yin energy. Wherever there are Sophora japonica trees, there are many evil spirits and ghosts, and the ghostly aura is extremely strong.
"It's obvious that this garden is not used for serious activities."
It has been a long time since I last heard Xie Tingyu's true feelings. This time, I heard him say that this courtyard was not proper.
Hearing this, Wen Zhi and Jun couldn't help laughing. They put the food box beside them with a smile. Seeing that Xie Tingyu had no intention of eating for the time being, they silently cast a spell.
"Are you done?"
The courtyard was silent. The ghost that had been roaring just now disappeared. Only a huge iron cage wrapped in frost and with yellow talismans attached to it remained.
"Almost, but my soul has not moved at all. It is obvious that congenital defects cannot be found through subsequent efforts." Xie Tingyu bent her legs, hugged her calves with her arms, and placed her chin on her knees.
Xie Tingyu tilted her head, her eyes fell on Wen Zhiyu's face, and then slowly moved to his head, "Why don't you use your red ribbon?"
Wen Zhiyu, who had his hair tied up with a jade crown at this time, said nothing. He turned his palm and a red silk thread appeared with a bone bell hanging at the end. He moved his hand towards Xie Tingyu.
Seeing this, Xie Tingyu was puzzled and raised his head from his knees to look at him, "Give it to me?"
When they were in Xilin Fantasy Building, Wen Zhiyu gave his red silk to Xie Tingyu, but Xie Tingyu threw it back to him. Could it be that Wen Zhiyu wanted to replicate it again now?
Without waiting for Xie Tingyu to stretch out his hand, Wen Zhiyu pulled the bone bell off and forcefully placed it in Xie Tingyu's hand.
Before Xie Tingyu could react, Wen Zhiyu suddenly gave her the bone bell. Xie Tingyu was caught off guard, fearing that he had put something in the bone bell and was just trying to harm her.
Unexpectedly, the bone bells did not cause any harm.
Just a moment after it touched her palm, it suddenly rang out, clear but rapid, echoing in the courtyard without stopping for a moment.
The courtyard that was originally swept by the cold wind stopped howling, and in the silence, only the bone bell made a slight sound, and there was a flash of helplessness in Wenzhi's eyes.
He didn't know where to focus his eyes. In the final struggle, he glanced to the side, staring at Xie Tingyu's bright face which also looked somewhat confused, and he didn't know what expression to make.
Every ring of the bone bell was accompanied by the beating of his heart, and every rapid ring was the voice of his heart wanting to express joy.
Xie Tingyu clutched the increasingly vibrating bone bell, not knowing why, while Wen Zhiyu muttered to herself.
"Warm and silent, listen to the words of the jade, the bones ring, follow the heart."