Chapter 79
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Kong Fusheng suddenly fell silent, gesturing for Meng Yuan to look outside. Meng Yuan followed his gaze and saw a peaceful scene in the courtyard, with an occasional breeze blowing. She squinted, indicating her confusion.
Kong Fusheng used his magic to transmit a message: "There is the aura of a ghost outside."
Meng Yuan couldn't smell anything. She got up from the stool, walked to the door, and peeked out. There was no one outside the corridor. Logically speaking, even if Zhou Xiu and Xiao Zheyu were late for dinner, they wouldn't be this late. They must have been tripped up by something.
"Fusheng, can you smell which direction it's coming from?" Meng Yuan transmitted her voice to Kong Fusheng. Kong Fusheng crossed his arms, took out his flute and held it in his hand: "It's very close. Perhaps they haven't found us yet and dare not show themselves easily."
Standing behind Meng Yuan, Shang Mang couldn't hear their conversation, but he could roughly guess that he had already sensed her presence. He just hadn't expected that this person would dare to be so bold after he had concealed himself.
Meng Yuan flipped her wrist, holding the Calamity still, ready to stab at any moment.
As darkness fell outside, the grass in the courtyard rustled in the wind. Kong Fusheng grew impatient and said, "Senior Meng, I'll play the flute to lure her over, and you can stab her."
Meng Yuan thought about it and realized it made sense. If they kept waiting, the ghost would get impatient and leave, which would be a waste of time.
She nodded in agreement, clutching the talisman in her hand. Kong Fusheng walked to the door and looked at her. Meng Yuan nodded reassuringly to him, while simultaneously taking a talisman from her purse.
Always have a way out.
Kong Fusheng was also a little nervous. He put the flute to his lips and played it. The flute music was calming, and Meng Yuan felt her heart calm down a lot.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The swaying of the grass widened slightly, and Kong Fusheng swallowed hard, giving Meng Yuan a look. Meng Yuan understood, moved further inside the doorway, closed her eyes, and silently counted to three.
one
two
three
She suddenly opened her eyes and stabbed outwards. Kong Fusheng's eyes rolled upwards, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, clearly about to choke. A ghost capable of locking souls—Meng Yuan's eyes narrowed, and she flung the talisman in her hand away.
"May all things be resolved, as the law commands." Meng Yuan chanted the incantation, Kong Fusheng's pupils focused, and Meng Yuan thrust her sword forward, red smoke flew wildly, and ten thousand ghosts cried out.
A thick cloud of red smoke gathered before her eyes. Meng Yuan, disregarding everything else, thought to herself, "Don't even think about waiting for me to condense it." She helped Kong Fusheng aside, quickly forming hand seals and silently chanting.
The calamity soared into the sky, spreading in one, two, three, four, until it finally covered Meng Yuan's head. Meng Yuan closed her eyes and said, "Those who obey my command shall perish! Rise!"
The sword formation formed a circle and rushed towards the red smoke in the sky, disrupting the red smoke.
It let out a desperate, ghostly scream, different voices, both male and female. Meng Yuan wiped away the blood that had spilled from the corner of her mouth.
System: [Host's health has decreased by 5%.]
Meng Yuan coughed twice, maintained her hand seal, stirred up the red smoke, and a wisp of it fell to the ground.
Blood stained the floor red, and long, black hair grew like seaweed, quickly covering the courtyard wall. A chilling aura swept over, and Meng Yuan felt a sharp pain in her bones.
I held on, gritting my teeth.
Kong Fusheng slowly woke up and saw Meng Yuan supporting herself, her hands trembling as she played the flute. The flute music soothed Meng Yuan's heart, and she calmed herself down.
I'd like to see who this person is.
The lumps on the ground gradually stood up, their abnormal height increasing. Meng Yuan was standing inside the room, while she was standing below the stage, still able to meet her gaze.
Her eyes were pitch black, with no whites, and her chest was exposed, revealing the rotting flesh inside her chest cavity.
It reeked of a disgusting, rotting odor; she had been dead for at least several hundred years.
She slowly raised her head and stretched out her hand. Meng Yuan didn't understand the gesture, but the next second she saw her hand split into six.
Meng Yuan's hand, which was forming a hand seal, trembled. It was actually at the level of a ghost god, an evil god.
Kong Fusheng stopped playing his flute and got up from the ground, saying, "Senior Meng, it's ghosts and gods. How can there be ghosts and gods these days?"
Meng Yuan shook her head: "Not ghosts or gods, but ghost immortals, or Weng Xian."
A low laugh pierced their ears: "Immortal in a Jar, beg me to exchange my spirit for yours."
"Immortal in the Jar, please grant me your wish, exchange my spirit for mine."
Meng Yuan gritted her teeth, slightly raising her hand. An invisible pressure pressed down on her hand as Weng Xian began to walk towards them. His enormous body loomed over them like a dark cloud, making it hard for them to breathe.
Meng Yuan felt her body trembling, and she could hear a constant buzzing sound in her ears, but she couldn't hear anything else.
She seemed to walk over and take Meng Yuan's hand.
Meng Yuan's hand was slowly raised, and the crisp sound of a bell squeezed into her ear.
Meng Yuan turned her head to the side. Shang Mang quietly looked at Weng Xian, grabbed her wrist with one hand and lifted it up. Noticing her gaze, Shang Mang did not turn around.
Weng Xian stopped moving.
Shang Mang tilted his head back and said, "Go back and tell him that if he keeps showing up uninvited like this, I'll go find him."
Weng Xian's figure changed, the wind stopped moving, and in a short time, he disappeared without a trace.
The moment Weng Xian disappeared, Meng Yuan's hand fell limp, and her heart sank.
Shang Mang shifted slightly. Meng Yuan reached out to grab him, but grasped only air. She looked up in astonishment as he collapsed to the ground right before her eyes. Kong Fusheng let out a strange cry.
Meng Yuan quickly squatted down. Shang Mang frowned, his hair was down, the bell hanging at his waist was crushed, and his lips were pale.
Kong Fusheng looked at him and asked, "Senior Meng, what's wrong with him?"
Meng Yuan watched the unexpected turn of events without any clear thoughts. She also wanted to know what had happened to Shang Mang when she heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind her.
Meng Yuan looked back and sure enough, Zhou Xiuqi, Xiao Zheyu, Ling Daozi, and Cong Rong appeared at the corner.
Ling Daozi quickly stepped forward: "As expected, is A Yuan injured? Let your teacher take a look." Meng Yuan was pulled up by Ling Daozi and looked left and right. Zhou Xiuqi and the others also gathered around.
Meng Yuan moved slightly and said, "Master, I'm fine. How are you all?"
Ling Daozi scratched his head: "Troublesome, extremely troublesome. Just now, your senior brother and I and our group encountered a ghost wall, and it wasn't an ordinary ghost wall. Each wall had some strange and bizarre drawings carved on it, which I couldn't understand."
Kong Fusheng leaned closer: "So how did you get out?"
Ling Daozi chuckled: "Naturally, it was Zhou Xiuqi who cleaved the walls open one by one with his sword."
Meng Yuan was dumbfounded; Zhou Xiuqi's temper was indeed quite capable.
Kong Fusheng was quite admiring: "Senior Zhou, your magical power is so profound!"
Zhou Xiuqi didn't answer, but instead asked, "What did you encounter?"
Meng Yuan and Kong Fusheng exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Ghost Immortal."
Ling Daozi was startled and quickly touched Meng Yuan from left to right: "It's actually a ghost immortal. It seems their target is you. Are you really alright?"
Kong Fusheng said from the side, "Senior Meng is always prudent and decisive in her actions. She dealt with that ghost immortal for a while."
Ling Daozi patted his chest: "Good heavens, this is truly terrifying. The world is indeed about to be thrown into chaos, with even ghost immortals daring to appear so brazenly at the foot of Lin'an."
Kong Fusheng remembered something and said, "We almost couldn't hold on, it was that..." He looked back and was surprised to find that there was no one on the ground.
Meng Yuan was taken aback: "Where did it go?"
Ling Daozi noticed her suddenly pale face and asked, "Who is it?"
Zhou Xiuqi stretched out his hand: "Master, Meng Yuan is weak, let her go back and rest."
Meng Yuan glanced at Zhou Xiuqi, and Ling Daozi naturally agreed, "That's right, that's right. Dinner will be sent to you later. Go back to your room. If you feel unwell or anything, crush your life tablet. Do you understand?"
Meng Yuan nodded seriously and then hurried away.
Shang Mang suddenly fainted and then suddenly disappeared. When did he leave? Was it while they were talking? Meng Yuan couldn't help but think of the scene of him getting up and leaving, and her heart clenched.
Why can't you just pretend to be dizzy and wait for her? You used to be so good at pretending, why don't you do it anymore?
Meng Yuan grew angrier the more she thought about it. Approaching the door, she didn't knock, but kicked it open. The room was dark; a person was leaning against the bed, eyes closed. Their face was pale, and they were completely silent.
She suddenly thought of Shang Mang when she was a child, and a feeling of bloating and turmoil welled up in her heart.
Meng Yuan lifted her foot and walked in. Shang Mang was still unconscious. As she approached, his eyes opened a crack, and he looked at the ground, his voice hoarse: "What are you doing here?"
Meng Yuan couldn't see his face clearly and wanted to get closer, but Shang Mang said, "Don't come any closer."
Meng Yuan stopped in her tracks and stood there. The shadow cast by the outside light covered Shang Mang's face, making it even harder to see his expression. Meng Yuan moved closer and looked at the half of his face that was exposed in the dim light.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Shang Mang leaned against the bedside, his eyes not even lifting, but his voice was a little dry: "What are you doing here?"
He repeated it again, and Meng Yuan got a little angry. What else could she do but watch over him? She calmly said, "Watch over you."
Shang Mang scoffed, "Look at me? To see if I'm dead or not?"
Meng Yuan clenched her fists: "Do you have to say such harsh things?"
Shang Mang raised his eyes, his red pupils icy cold: "Then what do you want me to do? Be your so-called friend?"
"Who cares?"
Shang Mang slowly swept his gaze across her face. Meng Yuan endured it all, knowing full well what was going on. What did Shang Mang want? What did he want to do?
Meng Yuan couldn't afford it.
Meng Yuan stood there without moving, while Shang Mang lowered his eyelashes.
Meng Yuan said, "You should get some rest." She turned around, and Shang Mang's gaze, like a snake coiling around her, was fixed on her from the shadows.
Shang Mang suppressed a cough and coughed a few times muffledly.
Meng Yuan paused, stopping at the frame.
Shang Mang's voice was weak: "One day, I will kill you."
[Beep beep beep, warning, warning.]
Despite the pain in his chest, Shang Mang's expression remained unchanged as he listened to the warning.
Meng Yuan turned around and said, "Is there no way I can kill you?" Shang Mang looked up and smiled silently. Meng Yuan ran towards him, grabbed him, and pressed him down on the bed. Shang Mang was hurt by her haphazard kisses, but a faint smile remained on his lips.
Meng Yuan grabbed his neck and said, "Do you know that this hatred will last forever?"
Shang Mang forced a smile: "I'd like to hear the details."
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