Chapter 9 They are all my wives. Let’s get to know each other.



Chapter 9 They are all my wives. Let’s get to know each other.

Xie Tingyu stared into his eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, why are you so sure? Is it because you haven't seen my Heart-shaking Mantra, or because I appeared on the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, or is it based on your intuition?"

Warm and gentle aura burst out at this moment, and sharp sword energy emerged on the surface of his body.

Just a hint of sword energy could easily cut through Xie Tingyu's skin.

Xie Tingyu let his neck go, and his thin and fragile neck was exposed in front of Wen Zhiyu. But the man in front of him provoked him, "Brother, you can stab here. It's not guaranteed to be fatal in one blow. You can stab more times."

Of course he wouldn't be so stupid. Regardless of whether the same heart spell that Xie Tingyu mentioned could allow them to live and die together, just taking the sharing of pain as an example, it was indeed true.

Moreover, he would not use his own life as an experiment, as Xie Tingyu's life was far less valuable than his.

The sword energy surged for a while, then slowly disappeared into Wen Zhiyu's body.

Wen Zhiyu raised his hand and pressed Xie Tingyu's head. He leaned over slightly and glanced at the cinnabar on Xie Tingyu's forehead. A red line appeared at his fingertips.

The red line was reflected in Xie Tingyu's purple pupils. Xie Tingyu raised his eyes and blinked.

"Brother, you should give it a try. Can this spell of unity really allow you and I to live and die together?"

The moment Xie Tingyu finished speaking, Wen Zhiyu's angry voice reappeared in his mind, "What do you mean, are you questioning my skills? If you have the guts, try to kill me."

Wen Zhiyu's lips curled slightly, "No need, Junior Sister, you should keep this life well, don't tell me it's for me."

[Your life still needs me to take it]

The same language conversion system hit the nail on the head. Xie Tingyu nodded.

The two hadn't spoken for a long time. Suddenly they remembered something, and Wen Zhiyu casually took a book from the bookshelf beside them.

In gold letters on a black background, it says "Guiding the Spirit".

"This book is good. You can practice it."

"Are you kidding? What's the full name of this book?" Xie Tingyu raised his hand to cover the words on the cover, looking warm and slightly stunned.

"See, I knew you couldn't do it. Don't lie to me." Xie Tingyu patted Wen Zhiyu's shoulder.

Finally, Xie Tingyu paced back and forth in front of a pile of ancient books. She seemed to be selecting them carefully with a frown on her face, but she was actually complaining in her heart.

"Why are you peeking at me? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?"

'Still watching? Are you in love with me?'

Wen Zhi and Ben set their eyes on her, but they didn't expect Xie Tingyu's thoughts to become more and more distracted. He couldn't bear it any longer and reached out to pick up a tattered book.

“No need to choose, this one is good.”

Xie Tingyu was skeptical. He took the book and didn't even have time to take a look at it before Wen Zhiyu pulled him out of the library.

It's like carrying a chicken.

As soon as I walked out of the library, a red light came towards me.

She fixed her gaze, and Tianxing Chixiao emerged from the red sword energy.

"You are not afraid of pain and are heartless. Look, your sword has more conscience than you." Wen Zhiyu saluted Yunheng who was playing chess not far away and whispered.

"Even though I temporarily forgot about my wife, I still love it."

Xie Tingyu took out his own theory that "a sword is a sword cultivator's wife", which successfully left Wen Zhiyu speechless.

Yun Heng waved to the two of them and let them leave first. Before Xie Tingyu left, she received two bottles of Yun Heng's medicine. She glanced at Wen Zhiyu, who looked calm, and threw a bottle to him.

"Brother, take one too. It's always good to have one on hand."

Wen Zhiyu looked strange, but he didn't look at her, but looked at Yun Heng. Yun Heng sighed, holding a black piece in his hand, as if talking to himself, or sighing after playing chess, "This preemptive move seems to be particularly appropriate no matter where it is used."

The white-haired old man sitting opposite Yun Heng nodded and said, "This disciple you have chosen is very unique in your style."

The two people's words seemed to imply something else. A vague shadow formed in Wen Zhiyu's mind, but it disappeared in an instant.

Xie Tingyu had already run out holding the sword.

Her steps were swift, and the red glow on the Tianxing Chixiao Sword had not yet faded.

Xie Tingyu entered the yard and cast a spell according to Wen Zhiyu's previous gestures, successfully opening the shielding barrier.

He threw the sword away and sat cross-legged on the warm jade used for cultivation, with a tattered book spread out beside his legs.

"Withering Curse."

This thing doesn't seem like something that the big sect Xuanyuntian in the world of cultivation can possess. It is clearly from the same book as the "Curse Sutra" of the Ghost Mansion.

Most of the things above are suitable for ghost cultivation or Buddhist cultivation.

Especially for ghost cultivators, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

She lit the white candle on the table, and a cold wind suddenly blew as the stars and the moon dripped from her fingertips.

A blurry figure walked out from inside and gradually expanded.

A slender black figure suddenly appeared. Xie Tingyu raised his eyes and placed his fingers on his knees, tapping them lightly.

"Awu, how have you been doing in the cultivation world these days?"

"No matter what, when can you let me go back?"

Xie Tingyu listened to the gentle voice coming from the figure, and couldn't help but feel a little irritable and aggrieved, "Sister, I don't want to stay here, I've been wronged."

"You are the Ghost King after all, how come you are so lacking in ambition?" The voice sighed, and a hand with a cold breath reached out and stroked Xie Tingyu's cheek.

Move gently.

Xie Tingyu lowered his eyes, "Okay, I know that when you let me go on the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, I thought this day would come. If you want to use me to find something, you should tell me what it is first, right?"

"Otherwise it would be like picking up a needle in a haystack." Xie Tingyu took the Tianxing Chixiao that was placed beside him.

The crimson color brightened her eyes for a moment.

The voice paused for a moment, "Awu, as a ghost, you can't say that directly, otherwise, terrible things will happen."

"I can only tell you that it looks ordinary. Even if it is placed in front of you, you would not even take a second look at it. It is also possible that you have seen it before, but you did not pay much attention to it."

Xie Tingyu was confused by what he heard.

The same-language conversion system also sighed, "The ghost master is here again. She always has a lot to say. Every time she comes, I have a lot to do."

It still fulfilled its responsibility and translated seriously.

[1. This thing is forbidden, as a ghost you cannot move it; 2. It is far away in the sky and close at hand; 3. Think about the things you have seen]

Xie Tingyu stood up from the warm jade and said, "So, although it seems vague, there is actually a glimmer of hope."

"Yes, I ventured up from the ghost house this time because I wanted to tell you that this treasure is one of the four treasures that suppress the Nine Abyss. If you lose it, the seal of the Nine Abyss will be broken and the ghosts will scatter between heaven and earth."

"By then, everyone will be in danger."

The ghost master's words made Xie Tingyu's scalp tingle.

She asked tentatively, "Will even the existence in the depths of the Nine Abysses be released? Will the Ghost Mansion still exist by then?"

"No." The ghost master said these two words with certainty.

After saying this, Xie Tingyu closed his eyes and passed his fingers through the ghost lord's clone's phantom.

He muttered to himself, "Sometimes I really think that since everyone in this world can still meet in the ghost house after they die, it means that the ghost house is a special enough existence."

"But now you tell me that there is something that can destroy the entire ghost house. How powerful is this force?"

"Let's not talk about this existence for now. Just look at the present. I have deduced at the Wangchuan Ferry that the seal will be broken in two years at most, so you have to hurry."

The ghost master placed his hopes on her. Xie Tingyu didn't understand and asked in confusion: "Why not let other people come too?"

"Your existence is special. I know that your true identity is not a natural ghost, but I can't even explain what it is. But you are the ghost house's only hope."

Xie Tingyu shook her head, she knew what she was.

Book traveler.

But she didn't think her existence would have such a big effect. Xie Tingyu even suspected that it was her transmigration into the book that caused the butterfly effect.

She had read the original novel, and the description of the ghost house was basically just a passing mention.

There was no mention of any crisis in the ghost palace, or even any threat to the entire world.

"Xie Tingyu, I once saw your real name in the Wangchuan Mirror. It's Xie Chuyang."

Xie Chuyang!!

Xie Tingyu raised her head suddenly. That was the name of the person in her dream, the person who had appeared in her dream and died tragically.

"You said my original name is Xie Chuyang? Sister, don't joke." Xie Tingyu's heart trembled and his pupils shrank.

She is a book traveler. If Xie Chuyang is her real name, she can only be the original owner. In other words, she was not born a ghost and did not cross the human stage.

Rather, the original owner had already died once.

Seeing Xie Tingyu's look of disbelief, the ghost master gently flicked away the candle, letting the light shine on Xie Tingyu's face.

Light up her eyes.

"Let me collect my thoughts."

"The Ghost Mansion has two years left, and it could be destroyed by the Nine Abyss Ghosts at any time. I need to find the lost treasures in these two years to save the Ghost Mansion, but before that, I need to gain a firm foothold in the world of cultivation and cannot die at will."

Xie Tingyu tightly grasped the scabbard of Tianxing Chixiao's sword.

Tianxing Chixiao sensed the master's emotional fluctuations and emitted a buzzing sound.

The ghost lord's clone nodded, and his face, shrouded in black mist, slowly revealed gentle eyebrows and eyes.

"Awu, the world of cultivation is not necessarily more dangerous than my ghost palace. You said before that the ugliest thing is the human heart. Don't think that ghosts, demons, monsters, cultivators and humans must coexist peacefully."

"Soul defects are not necessarily bad things."

The same-speech conversion system rarely made any sound. Xie Tingyu repeated it twice in his mind.

He lowered his head and watched the shadow of his clone become increasingly transparent.

The candles burned out, a night passed, and the world was dim.

Xie Tingyu sat there all night, then raised his hand to wipe away the wax that had solidified on the table.

The ghost master had already gone back, and Xie Tingyu's thoughts were in a mess.

A long knife in front of him was stuck in the ground, emitting a familiar aura, carrying a chill from deep underground, as if it had been frozen for a thousand years.

Xie Tingyu put his face close to it, and Tianxing Chixiao in his arms trembled and tried to break free, emitting strong malice and rejection towards the knife.

After Xie Tingyu figured out everything, she saw that the swords were rejecting each other and felt like a bad woman.

She held the knife and sword in her hands and kissed them both. "You are both my wives. How about we get to know each other?"


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