Chapter 21 Dare to take my soul?
The dark void was created by her consciousness. Although it is not yet possible to fully know what is inside, it can be sensed that there are other personalities hiding there, yet they have not yet revealed themselves.
Ring ring ring...
Suddenly, a bell rang from above.
It's eerie and ethereal, giving people a chilling feeling.
Before Mu Xi could react, she felt a tremendous force pulling her upwards, trying to drag her out of her own space.
Ring ring ring...
The ringtone seemed to possess a kind of magic, making the soul uneasy.
"What's going on?" Mu Xi's feet had been pulled off the ground by an invisible force.
The fairy maiden's personality paled upon hearing this, her figure and voice trembling: "This...this...could it be the 'Soul-Locking Bell'?"
"What 'Soul-Locking Bell'?" Mu Xi knew from the name that it was bad news. "What should I do? Help me..."
The fairy maiden also tried to grab Mu Xi, but before her hands could even touch the hem of Mu Xi's clothes, they vanished into nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, the volatile personality disappeared before my eyes.
Ring ring ring...
The eerie ringing of the bell lingered and echoed.
Mu Xi drifted further and further away, and the void captured by her consciousness grew darker and darker until it gradually disappeared.
Once the void disappears, Mu Xi can sense that her soul and all the personalities here will also disappear.
Does this mean that after just one day of transmigration and rebirth, she too will be reduced to ashes?
Just as his last vestiges of consciousness were fading, a white figure flew out from the dark void.
Before Mu Xi could react, her eyes were suddenly "forced" open.
A blinding white light shone overhead.
Before they could even get a good look at their surroundings.
The body suddenly leaps up from somewhere and begins to dance gracefully.
Mu Xi vaguely guessed that her body had been taken over by another personality, but...
She was dressed in a pure white, elegant robe, draped with several yellow ribbons with red runes, her hair disheveled, and barefoot, dancing on a square altar.
Reality or a dream?
Realistically speaking, who changed her clothes?
Drunk, stripped, exposed himself—what happens next? How will it end? How will it be resolved?
Mu Xi's mind was a jumbled mess, not knowing where to begin, but her body never stopped moving.
Her dance moves were ethereal as clouds and light as the wind. Her pure white dress was dazzling in the sunlight, and her sleeves fluttered like clouds hanging from the sky. The rune ribbons draped over her shoulders and waist intertwined and spun together.
Mu Xi's consciousness gradually calmed down amidst the graceful dance.
Ring ring ring...
As her consciousness quieted down, she heard the eerie ringing bell again.
This time, the ringtone didn't come from above, but from...
Mu Xi followed the sound of the bell and found an offering table on one side of the altar, with two shamans standing on each side of the table.
The witch and the shaman, to be precise, both of them are witches.
On the left, a man dressed in a crimson robe and holding a long sword was astonished and stood frozen in surprise when he saw Mu Xi suddenly jump up and start dancing.
On the right, a man dressed in a blue robe held a copper bell and shook it incessantly. He was completely focused, his eyes closed, and he was muttering incantations.
"Is this the priestess who wants to take my soul?" Without even thinking, Mu Xi instinctively locked onto the priestess in the blue robe on her right.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, his body leaped lightly.
They arrived at the offering table as quickly as a dragonfly skimming the water.
First, she reached out with her right hand, dipped it in cinnabar on the offering table, and then smeared it on her forehead while dancing.
Mu Xi felt the cinnabar quickly turn into flames between the two, the flames bright and hot, like a stream of energy flowing from her brow to her hands.
Immediately afterwards, he performed a beautiful aerial spin, turning to stand in front of the Blue Priestess.
With lightning speed, he pushed one hand towards the blue-green priestess's face and the other towards the copper bell.
The entire movement was fluid and seamless, combining grace with strength.
Mu Xi could feel an invisible force striking out from each of her palms, without having to touch the Azure Witch.
With a "clang," the copper bell fell to the ground.
The blue-green witch was horrified and flew backward the moment she opened her eyes.
Before he could even utter a shout, he crashed into the flagpole in the southeast corner and fell heavily to the ground.
"Pfft!" The Azure Witch spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"XXX, well done, you dare to take my soul?" Mu Xi watched the whole thing, feeling a little smug.
Her body had already spun around and leaped, landing lightly on a bamboo couch in the center of the altar, decorated with various floral runes.
The moment her feet touched the bamboo couch, Mu Xi realized that she had just been lying on this very couch as a "sacrifice".
Upon closer inspection, they discovered that on the other side of the bamboo couch sat a great shaman wearing a long robe with moon-white and gold patterns, sitting cross-legged.
Mu Xi recognized at a glance that this was the chief priest.
Priestesses typically wear masks that cover most of their faces, symbolizing their renunciation of human identity and their becoming servants of God.
The high priest had long, flowing hair, and his phoenix eyes seemed to be looking away. His lips, visible beneath the mask, moved slightly as he muttered incantations, seemingly reciting some kind of spell.
The mask was blindingly white in the sunlight, with only a dot of vermilion on the eyebrow resembling a third eye.
When he met that "third eye" in one glance, he was captivated by that dot of cinnabar, his mind became unsettled, and a burning heat rose within him.
Mu Xi was startled. Was this altar specially set up to collect her soul?
Just as she was about to paint the image of her soul in her mind, her throat relaxed.
Then, the body automatically began to raise its neck and sing: "Oh—Lord of the Clouds, I descend in droves, chariots drawn by dragons and phoenixes ringing in the wind; the Great One's divine light shines forth, opening the gates of heaven, I command Xihe to halt his chariot; the spirits come like clouds, I cast my jade pendant into the river, I leave my jade ornament at the Lishui River, thunder rumbles and rain falls heavily..."
Her singing voice was ethereal, like heavenly music, and gentle, like sweet rain.
Mu Xi felt a cool sensation and was no longer intimidated by the cinnabar dot on the mask's brow.
As Mu Xi chanted, the eyes behind the high priest's mask gradually closed.
Mu Xi relaxed and was able to look around. She then realized that although she was on the altar, the altar was set up in front of the main hall of Jin Fangjun's mansion, which was in front of her previous mourning hall.
It seems this is indeed the case.
He must have been taken back to Jin Fangjun's residence after getting drunk.
On the altar, there was an offering table on the east side, a ritual platform on the west side, and banners and pennants hanging on the north and south sides. Below the altar, apart from the guards of the mansion, only Madam Gao, along with Madam Han, her son Mu Chong, and a group of servants, were looking up.
What's going on?
Where are the scumbag father and the adopted younger brother at this time?
Could it be that he was arrested after he exposed himself?
That's impossible...
Even analyzing it using the original owner's memories and common sense, it's highly unlikely.
Mu Xi is currently on the altar, and judging from the arrangement, a soul-summoning ceremony must be taking place.
In this time and space known as the "Flame Rising Continent," customs are closer to those of ancient times.
If a person is injured or sick, the first thing to do is to consult a shaman, then a witch doctor, and only after the witch doctor can a normal doctor diagnose the illness by taking the pulse.
Judging from this setup, they must have invited a shaman to perform a ritual to summon the soul.
However, it is clear that while the ritual appears to be a call to the soul, some people actually want to use it to collect her soul.
If their identities are exposed, what's the point of summoning their spirits?
There's no need to use a soul-summoning ritual to secretly collect her soul, making things so complicated.
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