In the dim bushes.
The ambiguous panting and the pleasant tinkling of bells intertwined.
"Xiao Chu, why did you block it?" Qi Tingsong's voice was hoarse, and he sounded inexplicably aggrieved.
As he asked the question, he pinched the small, delicate bell on Shi Xi's ankle with tremendous force, as if he wanted to crush it.
"Too noisy."
"..."
Qi Tingsong's eyes darkened, and he licked his lips with lingering desire before leaning down to press down again.
"Xiao Chu, let's do it one more time..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shi Xi kicked him away, her chest heaving as she pushed herself up onto the grass.
"Enough is enough!"
Ignoring Qi Tingsong's unsatisfied expression, Shi Xi picked up the clothes spread on the ground and said, "Business comes first."
He finished dressing and saw that Qi Tingsong was still in the same position as before, just looking up at him, as if waiting for him to give an order.
He then threw the remaining clothes at the other person's face, saying, "Put on some clothes."
The Ghost Realm has quieted down now. Qin Budu and Ji Ruwen should have met and started fighting the Ghost King... We must find them.
The plot is just one step away from completion.
Shi Xi and Qi Tingsong headed towards the place with the heaviest Yin energy, and as expected, that was the place where the Ghost King was sealed.
The formation had been broken, and only a pile of bones and a Taoist robe remained at the very center of the formation.
Instead, a strange and unpredictable aura of yin energy appeared. Through the black mist, one could vaguely see a hunched and withered body, arms like dead wood, and an aura of resentment emanating from its entire being.
The ghosts and monsters that had arrived earlier were all absorbed into his body like nutrients.
The other ghosts tried to run away when they saw this, but they were unable to move because of the overwhelming aura and could only let themselves be devoured.
Qin Budu stood opposite the Ghost King, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The peach wood sword in his hand was trembling slightly, containing a powerful and chilling intent.
The Ghost King laughed wildly: "Hahaha, you think you can stop me? What a joke!"
Qin Budu: "Today is your death day."
When Shi Xi arrived, she saw Ji Ruwen suffer a heavy blow from the Ghost King, and he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Qi Tingsong walked up to Ji Ruwen, squatted down and took a look, "Still alive."
Shi Xi breathed a sigh of relief and, together with Qi Tingsong, carried the person to a relatively safe place. Qi Tingsong then stuck a talisman on his head.
"You set up the formation, I'll go help," Shi Xi said to Qi Tingsong.
He then rushed up to Qin Budu and said, "I'm here."
Qin Budu paused slightly in his sword-wielding motion, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes before quickly disappearing.
He could sense that Shi Xi's aura had changed.
The two began mixed doubles.
Originally, the Ghost King did not take Shi Xi seriously, after all, he was just a young boy, and it would be absurd for him to want to deal with him.
But the more he fought, the more he realized that his opponent was not to be underestimated.
The moves also seemed somewhat familiar.
"Kid, who are you?"
Shi Xi raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and said with an air of domineering confidence—
“I am your grandfather.”
Enraged, the Ghost King ignored Qin Budu and charged at Shi Xi.
"Kid, you're asking for trouble!"
The Ghost King rushed in front of Shi Xi, but at that moment, a peach wood sword pierced through his chest.
At the same time, Qi Tingsong's formation was completed.
"Xiao Chu, you're ready."
This was a formation they had discussed before entering the Ghost Realm, a Ghost-Locking Formation used to trap the Ghost King.
The Ghost King was trapped inside the formation and then killed.
This is exactly what they've been waiting for.
Shi Xi and Qin Budu exited the formation's range, and then Shi Xi took out the coins from her pocket.
Thinking about all the practice I've done these past few days, and just as I was about to put it into practice, I suddenly felt as if someone was standing behind me.
Shi Xi looked up and saw Ruan Jingshan, whose appearance was unparalleled and who was wearing a Taoist robe.
Shi Xi wanted to ask the other person why they were here.
Ruan Jingshan simply grasped his wrist—
"I'm here to lend you a hand."
After saying that, his entire figure disappeared into the coin, and at the same time, the white bones at the center of the formation turned into dust and completely dissipated into the world.
A sense of profound Taoist magic welled up within me, a feeling that all things in heaven and earth were at my disposal.
Within the formation, the Ghost King sensed a familiar, dangerous aura and instantly flew into a rage:
"This is the Art of Derivation... Ruan Jingshan passed on the Art of Derivation to you!"
From the very beginning, he checked the wrists of these people to confirm that none of them had the distinctive markings of the Ruan family.
But to everyone's surprise, Ruan Jingshan hadn't left any markings at all!
Shi Xi ignored him, raised her wrist, and tossed a coin at the Ghost King.
The countless coins gathered like streaks of silver light, like dazzling rays of light breaking through the endless darkness.
The entire ghost realm trembled.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
No matter how the Ghost King tried to dodge, countless coins followed him relentlessly; he simply couldn't avoid them.
With a loud boom, the condensed Yin energy suddenly spread out like a collapsing snow mountain.
Shi Xi looked at him.
"The Ghost King is nothing special."
Qin Budu, who was standing to the side, seemed to sense something and closed his eyes.
His eyes have returned.
Perhaps because he had stayed there for too long and had become tainted by some yin energy, Qin Budu felt a stinging pain in his eyes... He took a small breath, bit his fingertip, and lightly dabbed the blood on his eyelids.
He didn't know what Xu Youchu looked like; he only heard from his assistant that the other party had a handsome appearance.
He thought.
It must be a rather outstanding appearance.
The Ghost King glared at Shi Xi with hateful eyes. If this kid hadn't acted unpredictably, he wouldn't have lost... He glanced around and noticed Qi Tingsong, who had come with Shi Xi.
The two were entwined in a passionate embrace; their relationship must be extraordinary.
Since he can't survive, he should at least take someone down with him.
His eyes were filled with malice, and his face showed a resolute expression. Ignoring the coins flying everywhere, he suddenly rushed towards Qi Tingsong!
Knowing the plot, Shi Xi had been observing the Ghost King's movements. When she saw him heading towards Qi Tingsong, she immediately stepped in front of him.
"Qi Tingsong, watch out!"
Before Qi Tingsong could react, he suddenly found himself in a warm embrace.
Then he felt something hit Shi Xi hard, and only then did he realize what had happened.
He heard Shi Xi's muffled groan, heavy and frightening.
"Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu..."
Shi Xi opened her eyes and looked at him, simply smiling at him, "It's so good that you're alright."
"Don't be sad."
He wanted to say something.
Don't be sad.
I didn't die, I just finished get off work.
Qi Tingsong's mind went blank, his eyes stung, and before he could speak, the other person stopped breathing.
He held Shi Xi's body, his eyes lifeless, until he heard Ji Ruwen's voice—
"Is this bell yours?"
Qi Tingsong looked over and saw the bell in Ji Ruwen's hand; his pupils suddenly contracted.
...
Ji Ruwen had just woken up when he saw Qi Tingsong holding Shi Xi. He didn't know what had happened and just assumed the two were being affectionate.
I noticed the bell at my feet and asked a question.
Unexpectedly, the other person seemed to have gone mad, muttering in a low voice, "He didn't lie to me, he really didn't lie to me..."
Ji Ruwen looked bewildered, a sense of foreboding suddenly rising in his heart. He looked at Qin Budu... and saw that the other man's face was deathly pale, staring blankly at Shi Xi, who was being held by Qi Tingsong.
He finally saw what Xu Youchu looked like, just as he had imagined, every part of him etched in his heart... but he never expected it to be under these circumstances.
Qin Budu gazed intently at Shi Xi, as if trying to imprint his image in his mind so that he would never forget it.
Ji Ruwen was taken aback. She tentatively asked Qi Tingsong, only to find that he and Shi Xi were embracing and had also stopped breathing.
Ji Ruwen's eyes were filled with confusion.
How could Shi Xi die...?
He clearly had the amulet he was given, how could he possibly be dead...?
It wasn't until he saw the amulet that had fallen out of Shi Xi's pocket—the one he had given her, but which had already been used—that he realized what had happened.
Shi Xi always carried it with her.
"You should leave."
Ji Ruwen turned his head blankly and saw Qin Budu standing behind him.
Qin Budu's expression was calm yet tinged with a silent madness. "Close the passage."
"And... let's burn the manor down, that's all."
Qin Budu handed him the peach wood sword, then straightened his clothes, slowly walked to Shi Xi's side, and finally sat down.
"Mr. Qin."
Qin Budu looked at him.
Let's go.
Ji Ruwen remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Goodbye."
...
Ji Ruwen left the Ghost Realm.
"Bang!"
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, brilliant fireworks burst in the sky.
Ji Ruwen looked up and murmured to himself, "Xu Youchu, look, there are fireworks outside."
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