Chapter 70 Elite of the Mystic Sect ④ - Where the Heart Leads: I am not a god, I will...
Lan Shuyin stared blankly at his back as he effortlessly shattered the forbidden technique's restraints, her heart pounding violently in her chest.
"It's you?!"
Suddenly, a voice filled with suppressed anger rang out.
A-Wu, who was standing next to Zhou Xu, had gotten up at some point and was staring at the black figure. “The cloak covered his face, and his figure was tall and imposing. It was you who poisoned the ancient well in our village back then, causing a plague and disease to break out in the village, forcing our entire Feng clan to leave our home!”
Lan Shuyin was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Your village is..."
“Fengmen Village.” A-Wu turned to her, turned to her, each word seemed to be soaked in blood and tears, “My surname is Feng, Feng A-Wu.”
"Fengmen Village? Is that the Seventh Aunt Village where the legendary Blood Orchid of the Breath of Earth was said to have appeared?" Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise. "But Fengmen Village has been abandoned for at least fifty years. You look to be no more than thirty years old, how could you possibly..."
“In our Feng Clan Ancestral Hall, there hangs a portrait of the culprit!” A-Wu’s eyes were red, and tears welled up in them. “All these years, we have lived in hiding, trying to survive, just to find this real killer… I never expected to run into him here today!”
His throat tightened, then he burst into a grief-stricken roar, "Master! I've found the real culprit who wiped out the village! I will avenge our dead elders and fellow villagers!"
Before he finished speaking, he brandished a sharp knife and was about to rush over.
Zhou Xu reacted quickly, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling him back forcefully.
"Are you fucking crazy?! This isn't how you send someone to their death!" Zhou Xu shouted sternly.
"The meaning of our lives as descendants of the Feng family is for this day!" A-Wu struggled desperately, his voice hoarse and strained. "The blood feud is right before my eyes. Even if it costs me my life, I will tear off a piece of his flesh!"
Zhou Xu held on tightly, then looked up at the silent, abyss-like black figure and said in a deep voice, "Sir, is what my brother said true?"
The black-clad figure ignored them completely, reaching out to pull Lan Shuyin up from the ground and whispering an explanation to her, "It has nothing to do with me. Someone poisoned the well, and I was just going to investigate."
However, A-Wu wouldn't listen at all. "Investigation? You make it sound so easy! Who else could it be but you?! The figure in that portrait is clearly you!"
He ignored them and whispered to Lan Shuyin, "Let's go."
However, Li Kailin's cold yet sharp voice suddenly rang out, "You can't leave!" She suddenly stood up, pointed at Lan Shuyin, and shouted to everyone, "She knows where the Soul-Guiding Ring is!"
Following the direction of her finger, everyone's eyes turned to Lan Shuyin.
Tang Xiuchen, who had just recovered, recognized her. The woman the divination indicated could "save his life"!
His eyes instantly became incredibly complex.
The three words "Guiding Soul Ring" acted like the most effective sobering agent, igniting greed and dispelling some people's fear of vengeful ghosts and "gods".
Seeing this, Li Kailin curled her lips into a cold smile, "You may not know, but the old woman in the video who refused to yield even in the face of death was my sixth great-aunt, the one who raised Lan Shuyin with great care! And what was the result? This adopted daughter is a heartless ingrate! My sixth great-aunt's body is barely cold, and instead of seeking revenge, she's entangled with these people of unknown origin! Who knows if she's been colluding with others for the sacred artifact, or even... my sixth great-aunt's death might be related to her!"
These words were extremely malicious, not only linking Lan Shuyin and Yinhunying together, but also labeling her as ungrateful.
The natural hostility towards those who betray their promises provided an excellent pretext, and someone immediately spoke up righteously, "Is what this young lady says true? The Soul-Guiding Necklace is of utmost importance. If it truly is in your possession, Miss Lan, we urge you to explain its whereabouts publicly to avoid further conflict!"
"Indeed! The ownership of sacred artifacts is related to the fate of the Xuanmen sect; how can it be monopolized by one person?"
Those experts who had previously chosen to protect themselves when the vengeful spirits were rampaging have now all made their appearance.
Dealing with vengeful ghosts can easily lead to karmic entanglements, but the Soul-Guiding Ring is different—this legendary sacred object is a treasure that can drive any member of the Xuanmen sect mad, containing the secrets to a higher realm.
"Miss Lan, please tell me the truth, where exactly is the Soul-Guiding Ring?" Tang Xiuchen's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he forced himself to stand up and said sternly, "Since we've come this far, let's go all out! Even if it's a god, we might not be without the power to fight!"
Just as tensions were rising, the black-clad figure suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter was faint, yet it sent chills down everyone's spine.
A figure completely shrouded in black silently emerged from the void behind him and stood quietly behind him.
Although many had already been killed or wounded, those now forming an encirclement were all true masters. Their auras were deep and concentrated, and their Qi flowed freely.
Ah Wu and Peng Ge also wanted to join the battle, but Zhou Xu grabbed them and said, "Don't go."
Peng said in a deep voice, "You've softened your heart? Don't forget that your sect needs the Soul-Guiding Necklace. If you miss this opportunity today, you may never have another chance."
Zhou Xu shook his head, looking at the black mask with a solemn expression. "No, I just feel... that mask is dangerous. It's not a difference in strength, but a fundamental difference."
He surveyed the eager crowd and raised his voice in warning, "Everyone, do not act rashly!"
However, those present were all arrogant and proud, and they wouldn't listen to his advice.
A young man holding a bronze bell was the first to attack. He shook the bell violently, and the clear sound of the bell carried a sharp force that pierced the eardrums, like an invisible awl striking Lan Shuyin.
The black figure stood still, with only the masked figure slightly raising its head. The long weapon wrapped in black cloth only emitted a low hum, and the sharp bell sound seemed to hit an invisible wall, dissipating abruptly three feet away from the masked figure without even causing a ripple.
But the moment the bell was broken, the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall suddenly surged! Invisible ripples seemed to explode in the air, the hanging curtains moved without wind, and the dust on the ground swirled up.
Zhou Xu, who had been on high alert, suddenly groaned, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He was holding three ancient-looking copper coins in his hand, which he was rapidly spinning between his fingers. Suddenly, the coins became hot, and his fingertips trembled, nearly causing the coins to slip from his grasp.
"Something's not right..." He gritted his teeth, suppressing the nausea churning in his head, and warned again in a hoarse voice, "Don't... mess with... him!"
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a small mouthful of blood.
But those people wouldn't listen. Seeing that the magic bell was ineffective, more people resorted to their own methods.
A woman unfurled a yellowed scroll, and the ink-black talismans in the painting seemed to come alive, twisting and trying to break free from the paper; another person tossed out a string of five-emperor coins, the copper coins arranged in an array in the air, emitting a low buzzing sound, drawing in the earth's energy; still others directly bit their fingertips, using their blood as a medium to quickly sketch offensive spells in the void.
Even Brother Peng couldn't hold back. He took out a stack of yellow talismans from his pocket, chanted incantations, and with a wave of his hand, the talismans spontaneously combusted, turning into several blazing fire arrows that shot out!
The light of various magical artifacts and talismans intertwined, carrying auras that were either scorching, chilling, or sharp, converging into a chaotic and dangerous torrent that surged toward the three standing figures from all directions.
Just as the chaotic torrent of energy was about to engulf the three figures, a sudden change occurred!
A single point of pure white light shone from the black-masked chest, instantly expanding and exploding, engulfing his entire body! The light was so intense and pure, as if a new star had been born at that moment, so dazzling that one could not open their eyes.
Within the light, an immense and holy image instantly appeared. Immediately afterwards, a pair of wings, blotting out the sky and shimmering with light, unfurled dramatically from behind it!
The moment the wings of light unfolded, an exquisitely holy radiance poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens. In the deep darkness of the night, the light was so pure it was breathtaking, as if it had torn a rift through the eternal night.
There was no sound, but a roar that transcended hearing resounded deep within everyone's soul!
Where the light swept, the stone walls, beams, pillars, and glass murals seemed to be erased by an invisible hand, vanishing silently in an instant and turning into countless shimmering white specks of light.
In the blink of an eye, the magnificent museum vanished, leaving only ruins scattered with broken bricks and tiles. Only the spot where the three figures stood, and a small area behind them, remained intact.
All those who launched the attack were struck as if by a devastating blow the instant the halo passed by, spitting out blood and collapsing to the ground like rotten mud. The magical artifacts and talismans they had unleashed lost their spiritual light and scattered like ordinary iron and rotten wood.
The radiance that naturally emanated when the Dharma form manifested was enough to utterly defeat the crowd.
As Zhou Xu gazed at the colossal Dharma image bathed in endless radiance, the three ancient copper coins he had been counting between his fingers finally slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face drained of all color.
"This is... the Wings of Annihilation."
"The Wings of Annihilation? One of the Supreme Dharma Aspects of the Temple of Truth, could he be from the Temple of Truth?!"
A few suppressed gasps rose from the crowd. If these members of the Xuanmen sect still harbored some illusions about relying on their numbers or ancestral secret techniques to deal with a "deity," then the words "Hall of Truth" were enough to fill everyone present who knew its true nature with despair.
God is merely a powerful alien race. But the Temple of Truth is a supreme existence, shrouded in mystery, hovering above all spiritual cultivators. It is a legendary place where only those who have reached the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation and glimpsed the origin are qualified to set foot; it is a colossal entity that transcends all esoteric traditions.
In the dead silence, a laugh tinged with pride suddenly rang out, “Interesting. It’s rare to run into a big shot from the Temple of Truth. I’ve been wanting to spar with him for a long time.”
The one who spoke up was the hoodie-clad boy who had been looking down at his phone the whole time.
He had straightened up without anyone noticing, casually stuffing his phone back into his pocket. The carefree smile on his face faded slightly, and a hint of eager fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. The golden aura that had been restrained around him now rose slowly like a giant dragon, subtly rivaling the oppressive aura emanating from the Wings of Annihilation, forcing back some of the suffocating pressure.
He took a step forward, as if he wanted to go forward.
However, a figure in moon-white robes blocked his way. It was the woman of unparalleled beauty, with ethereal fish phantoms swimming leisurely around her. She had been observing him coldly for a long time, and now she smiled slightly at the young man, her voice gentle as water, "A-Li rarely shows himself, so don't disturb his enjoyment."
Her gaze swept lightly over the chaotic scene before finally settling on the boy, a faint smile curving her lips. "If you're really itching for a fight, I can spar with you a few times."
Before the words were even finished, an anomaly occurred on the other side.
The faceless white figure suddenly floated in front of Wei Li and Lan Shuyin, blocking their path like a pale barrier.
The surging resentment stagnated around her, transforming into an indescribable grief and obsession, and her empty face was "looking" at Lan Shuyin.
Kui Li's cloak fluttered without wind, and just as he was about to make a move, Lan Shuyin gently pressed down on his arm.
"fine."
Lan Shuyin stepped forward, scrutinizing the familiar yet unfamiliar presence. "You seem to recognize me."
The vengeful ghost slowly raised its pale, almost transparent hand, its bluish-black nails gleaming eerily. The hand trembled slightly in mid-air, not as if it were an attack, but rather as if it wanted to touch some unattainable phantom.
Lan Shuyin did not back down, but raised her hand to meet her.
In an instant, they both disappeared from the spot.
Everything around shattered like a broken mirror. Museum ruins, the dazzling image of light, the people standing guard... everything faded and stretched in an instant, turning into blurry lines of light and shadow.
After a brief period of weightlessness and dizziness, the feeling of being grounded returned.
The cold, damp air, carrying the scents of earth and vegetation, filled my nostrils.
Lan Shuyin shook her head and looked closely.
What lay before me was no longer the ruins of a banquet hall where luxury and desolation intertwined, but a silent park shrouded in the heavy darkness of night.
In the distance, the dim streetlights barely outlined the vague shapes of the slide and swings, and further still, the shadowy woods stretched out. A night breeze blew by, carrying the chill of late autumn, swirling a few withered leaves across the ground.
She had just regained her balance—
"Whoosh!"
A sharp whooshing sound came from the side and behind, accompanied by a cold, fishy wind!
Lan Shuyin almost instinctively lunged to the side and forward!
"Sizzle—"
Three deep, bone-revealing cuts appeared on the tree trunk behind where she had been standing, as if something extremely sharp had sliced through her instantly, with faint black smoke lingering around the cuts.
Before she could even catch her breath, the second wave of attacks came right away! This time it was from the front, so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage!
Just as the attack was about to touch Lan Shuyin's face, a blood-white figure instantly appeared in front of her. The pale hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the incoming weapon—
It was a head that was hovering in mid-air!
The severed neck of the head was unusually smooth, without a drop of blood; instead, it was entwined with writhing, lifelike black hair. That face…
Lan Shuyin recognized him at a glance—it was Guan Han! But he was even more effeminate.
The vengeful ghost tightened its five fingers, and an icy chill instantly erupted, shaking the flying head barb along with its entangled black hair away!
Lan Shuyin didn't want to sit idly by and wait for her fate. Since Guan Han was there, Jiang Wuyang was likely hiding in the shadows as well. She took out a tactical pen, cut her palm, and used her blood to draw a triangular rune array on the ground.
Having just repelled the vengeful ghost of the Flying Head Barbarian, that blood-soaked face suddenly turned towards Lan Shuyin. The intense aura of living blood was an irresistible stimulation and temptation.
The resentment around the vengeful ghost surged again, its long gray hair danced wildly without wind, and the hand that had just protected Lan Shuyin had its nails turn sharp and black again, trembling as if it wanted to grab Lan Shuyin!
She could feel that aura in Lan Shuyin's blood that she both longed for and instinctively wanted to restrain and protect. These two conflicting impulses clashed violently within her empty shell, causing her movements to stiffen.
At that very moment—
"puff!"
A sharp sound suddenly rang out, like something piercing through tattered cotton.
A slender shadow, glowing with a ghostly green phosphorescence, shot out from the deepest part of the park's canopy and pierced the ghost's back.
The eerie green light coiled around it like a living thing, and the resentment crackled and popped in the phosphorescent light. The ghost shrieked, and its outline began to peel away piece by piece like embers in the wind.
Lan Shuyin immediately realized what was happening and screamed into the shadows, "Jiang Wuyang! Get out here!"
However, the only response she received was the rustling of withered branches in the night wind.
Just then, the repelled flying head barbarian attacked again, Guan Han's pale face radiating deathly light. But just as it was about to touch Lan Shuyin's nape, a ghostly green phosphorescent flame shot out from the shadows, shattering the flying head barbarian to pieces.
Ignoring this strange assistance, Lan Shuyin staggered and fell to her knees, her trembling hands reaching futilely towards the scattering points of light.
As her fingertips passed through the increasingly ethereal spirit, this time, she finally truly felt a pain of being connected by blood.
"Ah Xue..." Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto her fading spirit.
The vengeful ghost, about to completely dissipate, suddenly raised its semi-transparent hand and, with its last ounce of strength, tremblingly touched her heart.
A tearing pain exploded from her heart, instantly robbing her of all consciousness.
Before her vision faded into darkness, she vaguely saw the last wisp of smoke that the vengeful ghost had transformed into, swaying gently in the air, seemingly outlining an unfinished smile that was both unwilling and sorrowful.
Consciousness felt as if it had been dragged into a chaotic abyss.
Lan Shuyin seemed to see young A Xue, always timidly hiding behind the pillars, secretly following the figure of "Feng Zhi Zhaoyin" with her clear and admiring eyes. When her older sister practiced her skills, she watched silently from afar; when her older sister talked to others, she listened attentively; even a casual compliment from her older sister could make her little face light up.
However, the light gradually became distorted.
The scene shifts, and she sees Ah Xue secretly perusing the family's forbidden books, her small fingers trembling as she traces dangerous runes in the dead of night. She hears Ah Xue whispering in solitude, "My older sister is so powerful... I can't stay a burden forever. I want to become useful, to help my older sister, and to be with her forever."
She saw how Ah Xue took the initiative to contact the Jiuli Clan, which was considered taboo by her family, and how she fanatically pursued the secret method of the "human body elixir," believing that this was a necessary step to sacrifice her most primal life force to her elder sister and achieve symbiotic integration.
She heard Ah Xue's whispers in a secluded spot, her voice filled with a chilling fervor, "Sister... they're all useless, only I can help you... you're in me, and I'm in you... nothing can separate us anymore..."
Then came the moment I learned of my sister's death.
At that moment, a complex expression of twisted ecstasy appeared on Ah Xue's blood-soaked face.
"Dead...?" she murmured, then, as if she had realized something, a terrifying light flashed in her eyes. "It's good that you're dead! If you're dead, you'll never leave me again! If you're dead... then I can truly be with you!"
She found her sister's mutilated body. Driven by endless grief and a mad obsession, she did something shocking—she personally cut open her sister's chest, removed her sister's facial features, and then, inch by inch, devoutly and frantically, inserted her own organs into her sister's body!
“Look, sister…” she stroked the body she had modified, her voice tender to an outrageous degree, “My body is inside you, we will never be separated again.”
Then, she did something even more outrageous. She took her older sister's still intact organs, which had been removed from her body, and placed them into her own empty chest cavity and face, just like they had done with her sister!
“So…you’re inside me now…” she sighed contentedly, as if she had completed a sacred ritual and was anticipating some kind of miracle.
However, time passed slowly. Her elder sister's body, which she had modified, remained cold, showing no sign of recovery. She finally realized a cruel truth: Feng Zhizhao's soul had long since dissipated; unlike her, she had not cultivated an immortal spirit. This body was merely an empty shell.
All the fanaticism, all the sacrifices, all the crazy modifications... all in vain!
Hope was utterly shattered, and faith collapsed in an instant.
"Why...why not?! Jiuli Clan! How dare you lie to me! You're the ones who ruined me...you've ruined me so badly that I still lost her in the end!!"
"Those who lie to me... shall all die! Everyone who lies to me and hinders me... shall die!!"
Extreme pain and anger burned away Ah Xue's remaining sanity.
But at that time, she had not yet fully fallen into the path of the vengeful spirit. Until—
She saw the girl appear.
Guoguo staggered to the side of the cold, disfigured corpse. Her beautiful face was overwhelmed by an unprecedented grief.
She cried her heart out, trying with all her might to pull that cold body into her small arms, but because she was too small, she could only manage to hug part of it in vain. But she refused to let go, and scalding tears flowed uncontrollably, soaking her tattered clothes.
"Ayin...Ayin..." She repeated the name over and over, her voice hoarse and broken, each syllable filled with endless regret and love.
Ah Xue hid in the shadows, staring intently at the scene.
The overwhelming resentment towards the Jiuli clan that had previously filled his heart was instantly overwhelmed by another, even more intense emotion—
envy!
Insane jealousy!
She gave everything for her older sister! She sacrificed her organs, endured inhuman torture and transformation, all she wanted was to be together forever! But why... does this girl's tears, this girl's embrace, seem more like "love" than all her sacrifices?
Why could she embrace her older sister so brazenly? Why could she harbor such deep and undisguised longing and sorrow? Her older sister was hers! From beginning to end, she should have belonged only to her!
"Let her go!" Ah Xue burst out of the shadows, her voice shrill and distorted with jealousy. "You're not allowed to touch her! Give her back to me!"
She tried to snatch it, pushing the little girl away from her older sister.
However, the little girl, completely immersed in immense grief, didn't even glance at her. She simply clung stubbornly to the cold body, weeping so loudly that the heavens and earth seemed to mourn, and no matter how much Ah Xue struggled and screamed, she couldn't budge her an inch.
Ah Xue went completely mad. The despair of losing everything brought all her negative emotions to a peak at this moment, corrupting her last vestiges of humanity.
She raised her terrifying, bloodied face and let out a shrill scream that was not human. A boundless resentment rose into the sky and completely engulfed her!
Since I cannot keep you as a human, then I will become a vengeful ghost!
Since love cannot possess you, then I will use hate to make everything in this world remember this moment!
...
“Ayin…”
"Ah Yin!"
The urgent calls gradually pulled Lan Shuyin out of the chaotic darkness.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze taking a moment to focus, and there was Kui Li's face, so close to hers. His brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes that he hadn't had time to completely conceal.
Lan Shuyin stared at him, momentarily stunned.
"Where's Xue?" she asked almost instinctively, her voice dry and hoarse.
Kui Li remained silent for a moment, a complex shadow flashing across her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
“Dead.” He paused, looked into her eyes, and added, “A ghost dies and becomes a demon, vanishing without a trace.”
Lan Shuyin felt a void in her heart, unable to describe the feeling. Sadness? Relief? Or perhaps a heavy sense of bewilderment? It seemed to be all of those.
Her gaze unconsciously traced Kui Li's face, noticing that his complexion was somewhat pale. In that instant, his current appearance strangely overlapped with the heartbroken face of Guo Guo in Ah Xue's memory.
She had imagined how Wei Li would react after Feng Zhizhao's death. Given his reserved nature, he would probably stand silently before the grave, or reveal a hint of loneliness when no one was around.
But she never expected that he would cry.
It wasn't silent tears, but a heart-wrenching cry like that of a child abandoned in the world, a cry that seemed to shatter the heavens and earth. Those scalding tears, those desperate sobs, all told her that he had, or perhaps… he still loved deeply and humbly.
Lan Shuyin closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the overwhelming images in her mind, her voice hoarse with weariness, "How are those people?"
"The Special Bureau has taken over the scene." Wei Li's voice returned to its usual calm, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a slight tension.
"Then... what about Guan Han? And Jiang Wuyang?" she pressed.
Kui Li's lips pursed almost imperceptibly. After a moment of silence, she whispered, "I'm sorry."
Lan Shuyin was taken aback and looked at him.
He lowered his eyelashes, the light casting a small shadow under his eyes, making his already pale face appear even more somber. "When I arrived, I only saw you lying unconscious on the ground, there was no one else." He raised his eyes, a kind of suppressed undercurrent surging within them. "I'm too late."
Looking into his eyes, she saw the undisguised regret and fear stemming from his inability to protect her. Lan Shuyin reached out and gently placed her hand on the back of his hand, which was resting by the bedside.
"Why blame yourself?" She looked intently into his eyes, her voice softening unconsciously. "Ali, you have no obligation to show up every time."
Hearing her natural and affectionate address, Wei Li's eyelashes trembled, and the dark undercurrent in her eyes instantly brightened.
“But I want to be there whenever you need me,” he said, gently taking her hand in his. “This isn’t an obligation; it’s what my heart desires.”
Lan Shuyin's cheeks flushed, feeling a little overwhelmed. So she playfully covered her face and said in a muffled voice, "Oh dear, you're making me embarrassed."
Her eyes darted left and right for a moment before she belatedly realized she was lying on her own bed in her bedroom. She blinked, surprised, and asked, "Wait a minute! How did you get in? Can you walk through walls?"
"I..." When this was mentioned, Wei Li's eyes flickered for a moment, revealing a rare hint of guilt, "I took your key."
Lan Shuyin was stunned for a moment, then remembered that when she angrily pushed him out the door earlier, he did seem to make a small movement as if he brushed across the table. At the time, she thought that she had pushed him and made him stumble. She did not expect that he was just stealing something.
She was both annoyed and amused. "Were you thinking that if you took my key, I would come back and find that I couldn't get in, so I would have to come looking for you? Unfortunately, I completely forgot about the key before I left."
Seeing that she had regained her usual liveliness and energy, the last trace of seriousness in Wei Li's eyes quietly disappeared, and he asked casually, "How are you feeling now?"
"Not bad," Lan Shuyin joked to herself, "if the Soul-Guiding Ring doesn't cause any trouble inside my body."
“It wasn’t here to begin with,” Kui Li said.
"Huh?" She was taken aback.
“I’ve always been by your side. Do you think I would allow something so dangerous to be inside you?”
“But Sanan… clearly shows that the thing is inside me. And to protect this secret, Grandma… was poisoned.”
"She has only ever protected you. The Soul-Guiding Pendant was sealed within Feng Zhizhaoxue's body from the very beginning. After her death, her Yin spirit body was secretly moved by the Jiuli Clan. Who do you think is most likely to have the Soul-Guiding Pendant now?"
An answer was obvious: "The Jiuli Clan?"
“Compared to those people, the Special Bureau is much smarter.” Wei Li nodded slightly. “They have been keeping a close eye on the Jiuli clan for a long time. The reason they went to great lengths to obtain information from Sanan was to ensure that everything went smoothly, to find out all the people involved who knew about the Soul-Guiding Necklace and catch them all in one fell swoop.”
"How could Khasanan know so much? Was he also involved?"
“He is one of the most outstanding mediums of our time,” Wei Li explained. “His spirit is extremely special. He often travels uncontrollably through the gaps in time, glimpsing many fragments of the past, and even occasionally touching upon some possibilities of the future. Because of this, he knows too many secrets, and he himself has become the target of many people’s covetousness and pursuit.”
"What a pity..." Lan Shuyin sighed softly, recalling the final fate of Sa Nan.
“What a pity?” Wei Li gave her a meaningful look and repeated, “I told you, he is one of the best spiritual mediums.”
Lan Shuyin was taken aback, an incredulous thought flashing through her mind, "Could it be that he..."
Kui Li raised a finger and elegantly placed it near his lips, making a shushing gesture. The moonlight outside the window fell into his deep eyes, rippling with an elusive glimmer.
"It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken~"
"Ah Li!"
After the laughter subsided, the room fell silent. Lan Shuyin's smile faded, her gaze falling on Wei Li's face, and she asked softly, "And you? How are you?"
Kui Li's expression froze, and the corners of his mouth just began to curve slightly before Lan Shuyin saw through it.
"Don't try to fool me," Lan Shuyin said seriously. "You look strange. I've been waiting for you to tell me, but what happened? I still have to ask you." She reached out and poked his cheek. Hmm, it felt nice.
"Is it that Death Squad...?"
"No." Wei Li denied it quickly.
Lan Shuyin looked at his subconsciously tense jawline and suddenly remembered the shocking scene not long ago. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, after all, some people said, 'As a god, one cannot be trapped by anything.'"
She deliberately imitated his indifferent and authoritative tone at the time.
Kui Li's expression relaxed, and she leaned slightly closer to him, her clear eyes reflecting his features.
He spoke slowly, word by word:
“But I am not a god, and I will be trapped by you.”
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