The little black turtle was beaten.
Even though the turtle shell was too thick to be spanked or anything like that, Qing Wu had plenty of ways to deal with him.
The soul-catching lock hooked onto the little black turtle's bun and hung it directly on the tree, like a little turtle being hung to bleed. A stick of incense was inserted underneath, and the fragrant mist kept rising upwards.
The little black turtle kept sneezing "Ah, Ah, Qiu", and soon his eyes were full of tears. He whimpered and begged for mercy and admitted his mistake.
If he is smoked by this 'ghostly fragrance' again, he will really be marinated!
Inside the house, Qing Wu and Xiao Chenyan sat opposite each other in silence.
It's only been two days since we last met, but it feels like a lifetime ago.
Not only Xiao Chenyan had this dazed feeling, Qing Wu also felt a little weird.
In the eerie silence, Qing Wu suddenly felt an itch in the palm of her hand. She lowered her head and saw a dark shadow scratching her hand. She grabbed a cat's tail.
The shadow cat came over to please him, and then a tail emerged from behind its butt, and this tail hooked Xiao Chenyan's wrist.
The two tails pulled, and the hands of the two were pulled and touched together.
Shadow Cat looked left and right, then turned to Xiao Chenyan: "Meow meow meow~"
Master, Master, I'm going to succeed.
Xiao Chenyan could naturally understand what Shadow Cat meant.
Qing Wu glared at Shadow Cat: "You are the only one who can be clever."
Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, it was wrapped by the man's hand. Perhaps because of the frequent use of swords and weapons, Xiao Chenyan's palms and fingertips were covered with thin calluses, which felt clear and itchy on her skin.
But his hands were solid and beautiful. His knuckles were not as thick as those of other warriors. His hands were long and slender, like a hand that should be used to play the piano or write, instead of holding a cold blade or halberd.
There was a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around Qingleng's wrist. The beads moved slightly as his hand moved. Qing Wu watched his hand pass through her fingers and clasp them tightly together.
At that moment, it seemed as if a "heart" really emerged in her soul and was tightly grasped by a hand.
"But my background makes things difficult for you?" Xiao Chenyan spoke slowly.
He was so perceptive that he naturally noticed that Qing Wu looked at him strangely after she came back.
"It's not that difficult," Qing Wu paused, "I didn't find your origins in the Book of Life and Death, but I got a little guess from a crazy chicken."
When Xiao Chenyan heard the word "crazy chicken", he thought of the "white-feathered chicken" that Qing Wu mentioned.
He was already very familiar with this 'chicken'.
This time she went back to the underworld and met that 'chicken'?
"What guess?"
Qing Wu looked at him and without any pretense, she stated her inference directly.
From the structure of the Three Realms, to the Ten Continents and Three Island, and then to the prince of the gods whose soul disappeared in the Burning Sky Rebellion thousands of years ago: Cangming.
If it were someone else, they would probably have become dizzy and their jaws would have dropped after hearing this.
Xiao Chenyan was very quiet throughout the whole process. He noticed that after Shadow Cat heard the name "Cang Ming", he did not move.
Even Xiao Chenyan himself felt that the name was very familiar.
It was as if...㰴 belonged to him.
"Do you think I am Cang Ming?"
"Just a guess," Qing Wu shrugged, looked at him calmly, and said with a smile: "Why don't you look surprised at all?"
"Do you wish I were Cang Ming?"
Qing Wu's expression became serious: "To be honest, if you were just an ordinary human, then this matter would be much simpler. If you were Cang Ming, then it would be a big trouble."
"In fact, I initially thought that your soul would belong to the witch clan."
Qing Wu paused and looked at him.
"One more thing."
"Xiao Chenyan, who is recorded in the Book of Life and Death, died the day after he was born."
Xiao Chenyan's eyes froze for a moment, and when he met her gaze, Qing Wu held his hand in return:
"No matter who you are, from the day I met you, you are Xiao Chenyan."
"It has nothing to do with whether the name 'Xiao Chenyan' really belongs to you, and it doesn't matter whether your soul belongs to the witch clan or the god clan."
"The past twenty years of your life were not all illusions. The former crown prince and crown princess, everyone in the Yan Palace, and the people of the northern border, they all really existed and truly loved you."
As he listened to her rare and earnest words of consolation, he inexplicably thought of the spring days in the north. Even though it was covered with ice and snow, the bright spring sun could ignore the falling snow.
It was a rare temperature in such severe cold.
"Are you afraid that I will develop a mental disorder because of this?" He looked at her and asked softly.
Qing Wu hummed, "Don't question yourself."
Xiao Chenyan never questioned it, and his mind was never shaken. Her words undoubtedly gave him more strength.
She was like an anchor in the foggy sea that never changed, keeping him from getting lost.
"good."
Qing Wu heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that there was nothing unusual in his expression.
Although she knew that this guy was too determined, she didn't know when she started to feel sorry for him.
Realizing this, Qing Wu couldn't help but mutter.
A man who feels sorry for himself will be unlucky for eight lifetimes. Even if this man is a stinky inkstone, no exception can be made!
"By the way, when you heard the name Cang Ming, did you remember anything?"
"It does look familiar." Xiao Chenyan said, looking at the shadow cat: "Its reaction is not right."
Shadow Cat was in a daze at this moment, as if he had lost his mind.
Qing Wu poked the cat's butt, and the shadow cat suddenly dispersed, turning back into a shadow and falling to the ground.
"What's wrong with it?"
Xiao Chenyan shook his head, "I'm stupid."
Qing Wu looked disdainful: "No luck." She was still hoping that this cat could provide some useful clues.
It’s just a name, but it has become like this.
"If I am really the so-called Cang Ming, there will be more troubles in the future."
If the real 'Xiao Chenyan' had died long ago, and if his soul was really Cangming, then it meant that it was the Wu Clan who put Cangming's soul into this body.
Why does it have to be this body?
"If my soul is truly from the God Clan, then could it be that the fatal evil spirit that I was struck by is stealing the power of this soul's body?"
"Shadow Cat said before that the Xiao royal family are all thieves. Whether it's Uncle Seven or the Crown Prince, they all have the smell of stolen 'treasures'."
"If the witch clan only wants to steal the power of my soul, why bother?"
Xiao Chenyan pieced together the clues bit by bit.
Qing Wu also thought of this and said thoughtfully, "Your body is indeed very strange. The flesh of ordinary people cannot bear the soul of the gods, but your body can not only bear it, but also lift a tripod."
"Even though the cold wind penetrated your bones and the deadly evil spirit destroyed your soul, it didn't cause any substantial damage to your body."
There was a cold light flashing in Xiao Chenyan's eyes.
"Perhaps, it's not just my soul that's weird, there's also something weird about this body."
Qing Wu thought of something and raised her head: "Speaking of which, the power source of the God Clan and the Ghost Clan comes from the soul, but the Witch Clan is different. The strongest part of the Witch Clan has always been the physical body."
She suddenly had a guess.
Could it be that the Xiao family had witch blood in their blood, or that some kind of "treasure" made them half-human, half-witch? They passed it down from generation to generation until the perfect vessel "Xiao Chenyan" was born.
This container is not perfect, so some kind of sacrifice is needed, and the soul of Cang Ming just happens to be the sacrifice?
But if that's the case, the logic doesn't make sense.
After all, Shadow Cat said that the "treasure" stolen by the Xiao family belonged to Xiao Chenyan.
The clues here are missing an important link.
"Forget it. There's no point in thinking too much. Anyway, we now know the witch tribe's evil plan, so we should just fight them with all our might!"
Qing Wu hit the table with a hammer with great courage.
There was a loud snap and the table cracked.
The hand she used to pound the table was clasped with Xiao Chenyan's. When she punched him, her hand was fine, while Xiao Chenyan's hand was pressed under her hand and took on all the force.
Qing Wu vaguely heard a cracking sound, as if a bone was broken.
She raised her eyes innocently and met the man's mysterious gaze.
Qing Wu pursed her lips and said: "Your body... is not from the Wu clan, I just hammered the table, how come it cracked..."
Xiao Chenyan's hand had been numb for a long time. There was a real crack in the bone just now, but it healed quickly.
He laughed in anger at Qing Wu's sophistry: "You blame me?"
"Well! Blame it on you!"
Having done something bad, Qing Wu let go of his hand, turned around and ran away.
As soon as I turned around, my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled back into a strong embrace.
She froze for a moment and tried to push the person away, but she felt a weight on her neck.
Xiao Chenyan hugged her tightly and whispered word by word:
"Thanks."
"What are you thanking me for..."
He didn't answer, but just let her go and rubbed her head.
Qing Wu seemed to see Xiao Chenyan as a young boy again, the young man in fine clothes and riding a horse.
"It should be so."
He called her by this pseudonym.
"Promise me one thing."
"What's up?"
Xiao Chenyan gently fiddled with the red string on her wrist. That was his lifeline, which he had placed in her palm himself.
His eyes were unusually deep.
"If one day I put you in danger, I want you to abandon me without hesitation."
He spoke lightly and tucked her hair behind her ears, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"Can you do that?"
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