Breaking Hell
Wu Siqi's cheeks still carried the afterglow of love affairs, his heart was beating wildly, and he breathed slightly, feeling the breath lingering around his body, which was warm and beautiful.
In order to see his own reaction clearly, the kitten deliberately left a firefly.
With the help of this firefly, she silently engraved this sleeping face in her heart.
She had never been on guard against her. Even when she leaned over and gently cut off the black and white hair on her temples with her fingertips, she only moved her eyelashes slightly but did not wake up.
She carefully put her hair into a bag containing small yellow flowers. She wrote runes on the bag with cinnabar, strung it with red thread, and hung it on her chest.
She took off her red dress and quietly put on the clothes that Yi Ning had just worn. With the collar of her clothes spread out, she looked at the plum blossoms on her body and her heart softened.
She walked back to the bed quietly, knelt on the ground and leaned closer, kissed her cheek with her red lips, and said silently:
Forgive me.
Wu Siqi picked up the car keys that the kitten had casually thrown on the table, walked out of the house and looked up at the sky. The red moon was already high in the sky.
"The red moon rises, the midnight hour arrives, the gates of hell open, and the souls return."
She still clearly remembers the tune and sound of the poem she sang.
Wu Siqi, dressed in white, raised his hand to cut off his long hair, cutting it to the length that Yi Ning used to have, and threw it casually into the trash can beside him.
She turned on the headlights and saw a pitch-black dirt road ahead. She gritted her teeth to overcome her fear, put the car in D gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car shook as it drove out of the depths of the mountain stream.
She drove far enough away from home and drove for a long time before she found a deserted field and got off the car.
Wu Siqi took a deep breath, opened the car door, stepped on the wet soil, faced Chang Gengxing, formed seals with his hands, and slowly introduced the evil breath in the bag on his chest into his body.
The familiar aura in the bag flowed through her soul like a glimmer, soft yet fiery, as if it could dispel the chill in the night.
Under the red moon, the stars are shining brightly.
She used a match to light the yellow talisman in the steel basin and placed eight porcelain pieces of different shapes around it. These were all fragments she had collected from broken bowls at home.
She walked around the fire with strange steps, closed her eyes and chanted a spell softly. Cinnabar powder danced in her palms, turning into thin lines, which flowed along her arms to the ground and landed on the muddy road. In an instant, the temperature of her whole body gradually became chilly.
The porcelain pieces shattered into powder without any external force. "Here it comes." Wu Siqi murmured, her fingers trembling slightly, and she was unsure.
She continued to turn around the fire with those strange steps until the red color of the fire in the basin suddenly turned blue. Wu Siqi bit her lip and stretched out her long legs, jumping over the blue flames in the direction of Changgeng Star.
A thin crack opened up in the dirt road beneath her feet, and a low humming sound echoed from the darkness, like countless teeth gnawing at the void, pressing down on her chest. Wu Siqi gritted her teeth and slowly stepped into the darkness. Mud and stone debris shattered under her feet, and her body became heavier.
The crack was bottomless, and black air rolled in like thick ink, carrying a gloomy atmosphere.
If a living soul wants to pass through the gates of hell alone, it must extinguish the three fires of its physical body. She kept falling in Yi Ning's aura, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
When she woke up again, she was lying outside a deep and mysterious gate. She was surrounded by lonely souls who had not been escorted. They were attracted by the breath of the ghost gate and floated inside unconsciously like puppets.
On the other side of the door, there was a blood-red moon hanging high in the sky, and the air was as heavy as if it had been sucked out. Then, the sound of heavy iron chains was heard, and footsteps on the ground shook the void.
Two huge shadows appeared on both sides of Wu Siqi - the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons. Their pupils were as black as ink, and their breath exuded yin energy. Every step they took towards him emitted a dull echo of shaking metal.
The ferocious aura around her attracted them to capture her.
The corners of his lips curled up dangerously, and his dark pupils were full of calculation.
Niutou said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect you to come back on your own. That's good, it saves us from having to catch you."
Wu Siqi, dressed in white, stood like the only point of light at the entrance of Fengdu, quietly welcoming the scrutiny and temptation of the underworld.
A game with fate is about to begin here.
Wu Siqi's wrists were tightly clasped by the icy soul-binding rope, and the cold iron clamps controlled her every breath.
The black smoke wrapped around her legs and feet like visible chains, and the mixed smell of burnt and stinky food pierced her nostrils, making it impossible for her to lift her head.
The soul crossed the high threshold of the ghost gate, and Wu Siqi's body, which had passed Lan Yan and remained in the human world, knelt on the ground with a "puff" and fell motionless in the mud, and the human anger dissipated with the wind.
The sky was as leaden as a blood-red light projected from the moon, illuminating the gloomy walls of Fengdu.
The walls were inlaid with countless carvings of ghostly-faced ferocious beasts, their eyes flickering with blue fire. Each sculpture was staring at her, as if examining the sins in her soul.
Wu Siqi was escorted through Fengdu Street. Both sides of the street were filled with wandering ghosts. The ghosts' wails surged like a tide, as if to engulf her consciousness. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from being affected.
She closed her eyes slightly, letting the strong energy in her body flow, like a glimmer of light in the blood-red shadow, so that her mind would no longer waver.
The Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Demon spoke in a deep voice like thunder: "Ningning, you burned the destiny book. Your crime is unforgivable and you should be punished. Don't blame us for being ruthless."
Wu Siqi nodded silently in response. She couldn't speak. Once she opened her mouth, the disguise of the illusion would be broken in an instant. Her tribulation would not be complete until she completed the journey to the underworld.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes passed through the mist and shadows, and saw the scenes of hell - the fiery purgatory, the frozen cage, and the ghosts howling in pain in the oil pan. Everything reminded her: this is the Fengdu underworld, and she is fighting against the sky and trying to get the skin of a tiger.
After passing Wangxiangtai, she was escorted across a towering bridge. Under the bridge was the Wangchuan River, in which floated souls unwilling to reincarnate. They reached out their hands silently, as if wanting to grab her soul, pull her down, and sink with them.
Wu Siqi clenched her fists, the demonic aura rolling in her body, and she tried hard to stay conscious. Yi Ning's breath was like light, supporting her and preventing her from being swallowed by despair.
With every step, the chains clattered with metallic friction. The burning pain of the Fengdu earth burned deep within her soul. She gritted her teeth and endured it, trying to remain calm. She knew that only by crossing the road to the underworld and facing Cui Pan directly would she have a chance of winning this game.
The news that Yi Ning was captured at the Ghost Gate spread like wildfire.
The ghosts and immortals that were familiar to her all came to watch the fun. The substitution technique was really effective. She could hear the Black and White Impermanence, whom she had never met, whispering to each other and discussing how Cui Pan might deal with Yi Ning.
The other two characters of the Three Musketeers naturally would not miss this scene.
Because Xie Ling and Fan Yu helped Yi Ning escape, they were punished with three ghost stick beatings and nine heavenly punishments. These were injuries that could not be easily recovered from. Even their bodies became transparent and they were as weak as ordinary wandering souls.
When they heard that Yi Ning had fallen into the trap, they climbed out of the cultivation pool. On the way there, Fan Yu was still cursing the stinky cat for wasting their hard work.
Wu Siqi caught a glimpse of them approaching, and Fan Yu's face changed drastically when he saw him.
They recognized her, and when Fan Yu was about to scream, Xie Ling covered her mouth.
Wu Siqi shook his head at them imperceptibly and gave them a pleading look.
The two sisters understood and guessed the purpose of her trip, and admired this bold woman who dared to fight against the sky.
They followed all the way to watch the fun, when suddenly Fan Yu was summoned away by a curse and disappeared in an instant. Xie Ling suddenly lost her support and almost fell down, her fox eyes showing shock.
She murmured quietly, "Who is it? Calling my soul in such a hurry, I'm going to die."
The yellow talisman burned out, and Fan Yu was dragged from Fengdu to the human world. In the past, she would never have been bound by an ordinary soul-calling spell, but she never thought that now that she was seriously injured, she would be pulled directly to the human world by a talisman.
The real troublemaker, the little cat Yi Ning, was leaning against a tree trunk to catch his breath and recuperate, his fingertips still stained with black ash left by the burnt yellow talisman.
Her face and body were covered with bloody wounds. She had almost exhausted all her demonic power in trying to escape from the nine large formations. She was almost lost in the formations when she was halfway through, and was forced to use her immortal power to stagger out, risking her position being exposed.
She gasped and asked the condescending ghost with a very ugly face: "Xiao Hei, do you know where Xiao Wu went? Did he go back to Fengdu for me?"
Fan Yu crossed his arms, tilted his head and glared at the broken guy who was about to fall apart, mocking her: "Yeah, I was just about to watch the fun when you dragged me here. Do you want to die?"
"I'm going to die."
Yi Ning stood up by supporting herself on the tree trunk. Her smiling eyes were filled with despair. She didn't dare to bet whether Cui Pan would release Xiao Wu, who had deceived the world, after discovering the truth.
"Didn't you guess what she was going to do? Why are you so nervous? If it works, she can protect you and you won't be punished."
Fan Yu looked indifferent and didn't even understand why she was acting like she was desperate.
Yi Ning grabbed her collar with a ferocious expression, "It's still a mystery whether Cui Pan will let her go. With his stubborn temper, can you guess what will happen to Xiao Wu in the end?"
Fan Yu pursed her lips and did not answer. That upright and even pedantic man might indeed have detained her soul and left her in the underworld to be punished.
Yi Ning hadn't summoned her here to chat. She pressed the acupoint on Fan Yu's wrist that was connected to his soul and said, "I'm sorry."
Fan Yu only felt that her wrist was grabbed by a burning force. Yi Nian activated his immortal power and cast a spell. The next moment, the world turned upside down, and her ears were filled with the sound of wild wind.
"Yi Ning! Are you crazy? Going down to Fengdu now would be suicide!"
Before they could finish their words, the scene around them suddenly shattered and they disappeared in the forest.
Fan Yu steadied his steps, and the color of his body became a little lighter. The blood-red moon and the heavy haze pressed down on his head again.
Yi Ning's feet were firmly planted in front of the Wangchuan Bridge. He was covered in blood, but his eyes were colder than the evil spirits in the depths of hell. "If she dares to break into the underworld for me, I will dare to take her back. I just want her alive."
After she finished speaking, she started to walk quickly, her steps were like the wind, and her momentum was so fierce that even the lonely soul on the Wangxiang Terrace was trembling with fear.
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