Chapter 57
In the more than a year that Su Xuan and Zong Ning have known each other, they have never seen his complete demon form, and probably not even his father has seen it.
That time in the illusion of his father's space capsule, Zong Ning only turned into a primary form, and Su Xuan could not see any clues at all.
He didn't expect Zong Ning to be hiding such a secret...
Gu Shuo frowned and said, "That circle of spells should have been cast by a sorcerer."
Zong Ning had already flown very high, and Su Xuan could not see his figure clearly, and was filled with fear and confusion in his heart.
Could the disappearance of the words on Zong Ning's body and the significant decrease in his spiritual power be related to the circle of incantations? And who was responsible?
On the side, Ye Yun looked up blankly, watching the figure of the Phoenix rise to the sky like a ray of light——
There are many tourists and film crews in the film and television city.
Fortunately, there were clouds today, and after Zong Ning and Qi Zong rose to such a high altitude, they flew through the clouds. Ordinary people could not notice them at all, nor could they see them clearly.
Qizhi could feel a force chasing him. This distance was beyond the range of normal spiritual power!
Could it be that the first-generation monster could fly? If so, he would be dead today!
But the force chasing him now was very weak, and it didn't seem like the power of the first-generation youkai just now...
He stood on tiptoe, gritted his teeth, and focused his thoughts, then looked back.
When he saw this, he was stunned.
The Wordless Phoenix cried out and rushed straight towards him!
He dodged the attack on tiptoe and looked at Zong Ning in surprise: "Wu... Wu Zi Phoenix?"
Zong Ning turned around in the air with all the spiritual power in his body, and rushed forward again!
Qizhong had released all the strength in his body. He could dodge Zong Ning, but he could not dodge Zong Ning's spiritual power. After being hit, he could not even keep his body steady in the air. After a few rounds, he was firmly bound by Zong Ning's spiritual power and could not move.
There is nowhere to escape.
Qixi choked on a mouthful of blood and looked extremely miserable. However, at this moment he had no intention of paying attention to his own situation at all. His eyes were fixed on Zong Ning.
He gasped, in disbelief, "You are actually the Wordless Phoenix?!"
Before, he could only feel that Zong Ning's spiritual power was at the level of a second-generation monster, but he didn't expect that Zong Ning was actually a wordless phoenix!
But the point is not only that...
Qizhong thought of something and his facial expression changed subtly.
There is disbelief, suspicion, exploration, and...surprise and excitement.
He stared straight at Zong Ning, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, and his breathing quickened. "I only know of one Wordless Phoenix, right? Did I just get lucky and encounter one?"
"If you are him... then you are not a second-generation youkai at all, but a first-generation phoenix, right?!"
Zong Ning paused.
This guy...knows him?
Qizhu noticed his reaction, was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! I guessed right?! I actually ran into you! I actually ran into you!"
His tone was extremely excited, as if he had suddenly discovered that he had won the lottery!
Zong Ning narrowed his eyes slightly.
The next second, his upper body transformed into a human form.
The circle of spell was still around his neck, his black hair was flying in the wind, and his black eyes were dark and gloomy.
He looked around at Qizhong's face and began to understand a little.
He said coldly: "Why, are you the descendant of 'that person'?"
Judging from the tone of this guy, he obviously has some understanding of Zong Ning.
In fact, Zong Ning was not unfamiliar with ferocious beasts like the Qizhong, because a thousand years ago, he had dealt with a Qizhong of the first generation.
The only way to know so much about his situation is because of that first generation heel.
But that first-generation Tails had long since died, so the second-generation Tails before him could only be—
"Exactly!" Qizhong laughed. "I didn't expect it? I didn't expect that monsters could have descendants for so many generations? But our family has not only survived for a thousand years, but everyone in the family knows about your existence—you, the guy who killed our ancestors!"
It is true.
The answer was confirmed, and some unpleasant memories came to mind.
Zong Ning frowned.
He didn't expect that after more than a thousand years, he would still meet the descendant of that guy.
But so what?
He had no desire to reminisce and chat with that guy's descendants.
Zong Ning tugged at the spiritual chain unceremoniously and said, "Alright, I'm not interested in how your family tells the story. If you want to say anything, you can wait until you go downstairs and tell it to the guys in the Monster Bureau."
His heels were pulled forward, and he fell into a state of disarray. His smile turned cold. "Oh, now that I've run into you, how can I possibly fall into your hands?"
"——The spell around your neck is a punishment spell cast by a sorcerer, right?"
Zong Ning paused and looked at him coldly.
He stared at the circle of spells around Zong Ning's neck, his tone a little strange: "The nature of the phoenix should be tolerant and gentle, but this phoenix is cold and gloomy, disregarding the life and death of mortals, killing wantonly. In the end, because of seriously injuring the most powerful sorcerer at the time, he was imprisoned by the other party's punishment spell. The rotation of the punishment spell also means that your life has entered the countdown. 'Virtue, Shun, Yi, Ren and Xin' will disappear from your body, and your spiritual power will fade day by day. You will clearly feel death approaching you step by step, until the final day arrives-"
Looking at the expressionless Zong Ning, he grinned strangely, "But you don't know, right? This circle of spells can be accelerated."
"—Our family has been researching for thousands of years before we discovered the mystery of this ancient spell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qizhong's whole body suddenly swelled up, his chest made a loud noise, and under the violent vibration, he spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned extremely pale.
But there was no pain on his face. When he saw the spell on Zong Ning's neck began to spin rapidly, he even shouted: "Hahahaha! Success! Success! I blew up half of my organs. If you put even a trace of killing on your hands, the spell will kill you directly! You are dead, Zong Ning! Hahahaha——"
The spell on Zong Ning's neck spun faster and faster, and finally turned into a ray of light and penetrated into Zong Ning's chest!
The laughter on his heels became sharper—he must be saved! He was at the end of his rope, yet he still had a glimmer of hope! He shouldn't have died here today!
However, the next second, the laughter stopped abruptly.
It was because after the light penetrated into Zong Ning's chest, Zong Ning did not vomit blood and die, nor did a big hole appear in his chest. He did not die as miserably as Qizhong imagined, and even his expression did not change at all.
Only on his left chest appeared a strange blood-red spell with disordered fonts.
He paused there: "...Huh?"
He stared blankly at Zong Ning's left chest, obviously in a daze.
...What is that?
Their family's research into that medieval punishment spell... didn't include this thing?!
Qizhu was stunned, but Zong Ning said sarcastically, "If you want to commit suicide, I can't stop you. But who told you that you can kill me this way?"
Suddenly, Qizhong's face changed drastically.
The spiritual power chain that bound him suddenly tightened. He was in so much pain that he spat out another large mouthful of blood and could no longer utter a word.
Zong Ning said slowly, "I have to thank you. I didn't know this thing could speed things up. I was getting impatient waiting for the last month."
"Because of your disturbance, the crew will definitely have to stop working for a few days. This is a good opportunity to solve the problem."
"Thank you, brother."
Upon hearing this, Qizhong's eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was horrified with rage - he was being used by Zong Ning?!
how so?
What went wrong with their family's research? Isn't that a punishment spell on Zong Ning's neck?!
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to speak, but the spiritual chain quickly bound him tightly: "Ugh!"
This guy has always had enough energy to deal with him, but he is holding back, waiting for him to show his true colors!
And he naively thought he could escape!
Jizhu was driven mad by his own stupidity!
Zong Ning spun around and dived downward, his heels vibrating violently in the air current behind him like a kite.
He passed through layers of clouds like a meteor, in the astonishment of the crew, under the gazes of Su Xuan and Gu Shuo, in the dark eyes of Ye Yun—
With a "bang", it fell heavily to the ground, creating a pit and several cracks.
Smoke and dust rose up.
A second later, the heeled heel, which had been stunned by the airflow, fell heavily to the ground and was immediately knocked unconscious.
The other people in the crew screamed, some covered their mouths and dared not get close, and some sat down on the ground.
Su Xuan, Gu Shuo and Ye Yun were the first to go over.
Su Xuan immediately noticed that the spell on Zong Ning's neck was gone, and instead, a new, unfamiliar spell appeared on his chest. He asked in astonishment, "What's going on? What's that on your chest?!"
Zong Ning lowered his head and said nothing.
Ye Yun stared blankly at the man in front of him.
The man's lower body was still in the shape of a giant bird, with a pair of crimson wings and tail feathers hanging behind him, which was incredibly beautiful.
Heat was still emanating from his body, and one could feel the heat even from a short distance away.
Ye Yun slowly extended his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "...Zong Ning?"
It seems like I have a lot to say and a lot to ask.
For example, are you a monster?
Like, are you okay?
However, at this moment, thousands of words were just merged into a gentle call.
He looked at the man with his head down and motionless, his heart tightened and he felt panic.
His fingertips were about to touch Zong Ning's cheek when Zong Ning suddenly raised his hand and held his palm.
Ye Yun trembled.
"It's okay," Zong Ning finally raised his head and said jokingly, "Are you scared?"
Ye Yun was stunned...
Then he knelt on the ground with a thud, threw himself into Zong Ning's arms, and shouted, "I'm scared to death!"
Su Xuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but the next second he felt something was wrong.
Zong Ning's eyes were a little dazed.
Su Xuan immediately stepped forward and pressed down on Zong Ning's shoulder to feel it, then said in shock, "How come there's no spiritual energy left in your body?!"
Hearing this, Ye Yun suddenly withdrew from Zong Ning's arms and looked at him with a tense face.
Gu Shuo slowly asked, "How did the spell on your neck disappear?"
Zong Ning hugged Ye Yun back into his arms, his body swaying slightly, and his voice becoming hoarse: "Tsk, I never told you, the original spell on my neck was cast by a sorcerer over a thousand years ago."
"He died soon after casting the spell. His disciples said that the spell would last for decades. I would encounter some problems at the end, but as long as I solved them, my memory would return. I chose to sleep for hundreds of years in the middle, so the spell has continued to rotate until today..."
When Su Xuan heard Zong Ning talk about this for the first time, he was shocked.
There are many questions in my mind, but one question is the most important.
He quickly asked, "Is today the last day?!"
Zong Ning: "No, there was originally a month left, and I thought that by then my scenes would be finished, so I would have time to go back and talk to you and resolve this issue."
Su Xuan was anxious: "Then why did this circle of spells disappear now?"
Zong Ning said expressionlessly, "Because just now this guy said he could speed things up, I was tempted and let him do it."
Su Xuan: “……?”
Ye Yun: “……?”
The two were confused.
"..." Gu Shuo asked calmly, "And then?"
"Then the spell on my neck penetrated into my chest, and this strange spell on my chest reappeared," Zong Ning said calmly. "Anyway, the crew will definitely have to stop working for a few days. Is that enough time to deal with this problem?"
Su Xuan was stunned and said, "Ah, so you know how to deal with it?"
Zong Ning: "I don't know."
"..." Su Xuan, "So what you mean is..."
"I'll leave it to you," Zong Ning's voice grew weaker, his eyelids slowly drooping. "To be honest, because the sorcerer's disciple didn't explain it clearly at the time, I had no idea why I would be so sleepy after doing this... What's going on? I wanted to study it with you guys..."
Ye Yun felt Zong Ning's body fall uncontrollably and cried out in panic, "Zong Ning! Zong Ning!"
Su Xuan went crazy: "Who should I ask for help?!"
Zong Ning's eyes had completely closed, and with the last bit of consciousness he murmured, "...Aren't there many talented people in the Monster Bureau..."
Are you talking about the wizards in the Monster Bureau?!
Is it so random? Can we just find a random wizard to solve it?
"???" Su Xuan was about to vomit blood. He felt like he had a lot to complain about, but he didn't know which one to complain about first. Finally, he said angrily, "Didn't you say it can't be rushed?! Why don't you just wait a month? Why do you have to let others speed it up for you?"
Zong Ning's last action was to rub Ye Yun's head.
Because at that moment, the desire for the disappeared memories finally slightly overcame reason.
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