Chapter 22 I'm a Good Wolf "Master, help me! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh..."
Lou Yan's first reaction was to express strong opposition.
Driven by his wolfish nature, he even jumped behind Heng Qichun, baring his teeth fiercely as he stared at his master's back.
The night rain continued, and the fine rain fell from the golden, ethereal barrier, carrying a faint halo that illuminated the beauty mark at the corner of the little wolf's eye.
The plain-colored figure before him was reflected in Lou Yan's pupils.
Heng Qichun ignored him, so the little wolf had no choice but to lower his eyelashes to cover the beauty mark under his eye, and grumbled with a sour face: "You can't use your spiritual power at will now. If that crazy woman is really a demon, who can save you?"
Upon hearing this, Heng Qichun turned around, but didn't reply. He just stood there looking at him with amusement.
Raindrops, imbued with Lou Yan's golden spiritual energy, slanted across the ends of his hair, giving him an almost untouchable yet extremely gentle divine aura.
After a long silence, he asked Lou Yan with a faint smile, "You seem to have a lot of malice towards demons."
From the mermaid in the back mountain of the Eighteen Realms to the madwoman of unknown identity now, Lou Yan seems to have never given demons a kind look.
Perhaps due to his experiences in his previous life, Lou Yan was extremely reluctant to reveal his true form as a wolf demon in front of outsiders.
Even though he once ruled the entire Nine Netherworld Realm and nearly destroyed the Immortal Realm and the God Realm, he still harbored considerable prejudice against demons.
After all, when he gets ruthless, even he hates himself.
Lou Yan was reluctant to admit this in front of Heng Qichun, but she still reluctantly agreed, muttering with her eyes downcast: "Demons are ambitious and always want to rule the six realms. They are cunning, cruel, and heartless... In short, none of them are good people."
His voice trailed off, until it was almost squeezed out between his teeth, as he silently added the most important sentence, "...except for me."
Heng Qichun's smile grew even wider, and she asked him with a smirk, "Besides you?"
Lou Yan nodded earnestly, "I am a good wolf!"
He himself felt guilty about saying that.
In his previous life, he committed countless evil deeds and ended up dying together with Heng Qichun. If this can be considered a "good wolf", then his fellow wolves can probably be ranked among the immortals.
But he would never belittle himself verbally.
Lou Yan hadn't heard Heng Qichun speak for a long time, so he secretly looked up and saw Heng Qichun looking at him with a half-smile.
The little wolf immediately bristled, spun around abruptly, and yelled, "What are you looking at! I didn't say anything wrong!"
Heng Qichun then stopped smiling, shifted his gaze from his little apprentice to the winding mountain road in the distance, and said meaningfully, "Just as you said, you are a good wolf."
"People say that demons are vicious and immortals are noble, but they don't know that there is also affection in the Nine Netherworld, and that there is also evil intention in the Divine Firmament Palace. Where in this world is black and white so clearly distinguished?"
Having lived for hundreds of years across two lifetimes, this was the first time Lou Yan had heard such a statement, and he was momentarily stunned.
He wondered if he had misheard. "Does Master really think there are good people in the Nine Netherworld Realm?"
The drizzle was like spider webs.
The dense entanglement trapped him on this night when the heat was fading. The earth, soaked by the rain, seemed to take root and sprout, tightly binding Lou Yan's ankles, making it difficult for him to take another step.
"have."
Heng Qichun's clear voice rang out, seemingly piercing through this body that had reincarnated twice, revealing the muddy blood that had once covered his hands.
It has pierced through past and present lives.
Lou Yan only snapped out of his daze when the Fuzhu River was right in front of him.
His mind was stunned by Heng Qichun's words, and he didn't hear anything after that, not even remembering what Heng Qichun had said before going to find that crazy woman.
The sky was already faintly turning white, and the stream in front of him was surging deeper. Lou Yan squatted down among the pebbles on the riverbank, his boots half-soaked by the river water, and his whole body was covered in cold.
The drizzle hadn't stopped, and a string of water droplets clung to his eyelashes, his sharp eyes fixed intently on the undulating river surface.
He twitched his nose slightly and narrowed his eyes.
A pungent, fishy, demonic aura wafted over him, the smell filling his nostrils exactly as he had smelled before.
so……
There really is a demon in this river.
Lou Yan raised his hand, put two fingers together, and steadied his mind to gather a stream of spiritual power.
A pale light flickered at his fingertips. He held his breath and recited the "Wave-Breaking Technique" in his mind.
Although his magical skills were not well-developed, they were still usable.
A moment later, a huge wave surged up the calm river surface, crashing against the rocks on the bank and creating a massive whirlpool in the center of the river.
Lou Yan stood up, took two steps back, and squinted at the scene.
As the whirlpool churned and the faint morning light shone through, the blood-red talisman slowly emerged from the water.
Sure enough, it's here.
Heng Qichun said that this was Tan Qiqi's death curse.
In the six realms, all living beings have souls. After death, they either enter the ghost realm or the cycle of reincarnation, and they can come and go freely with their three souls and seven spirits.
However, if one writes the name on the memorial tablet with cinnabar mixed with blood, it will completely bind the soul to the human world, making it difficult to transcend reincarnation—it is equivalent to placing a death curse.
Tan Qiqi has been dead for almost half a year. During this time, strange things have happened frequently in Huatan Town, and evil spirits have been causing trouble. It is probably all related to her lingering spirit.
The person who drew the talisman had a truly wicked mind.
Lou Yan stared at the talisman that was no longer recognizable, and began to secretly recall the "evil-controlling spell" that Heng Qichun had forbidden.
In his previous life, he used this spell as if it were an everyday occurrence to control unruly demons, using it skillfully and flawlessly without any worries about the possibility of going astray.
Golden spiritual energy flowed slowly from his fingertips, silently spreading to the center of the river, where it twisted into dozens of golden ropes in the deep whirlpool, before piercing straight up into the clouds, firmly binding the blood-red talisman hovering in mid-air.
Each rope was tied with a blood-stained inscription. Lou Yan tightly clenched his two fingers, his lips moving as he rapidly chanted the incantation to control evil.
There was a loud "boom".
Countless golden ropes stretched out in the air, untangling the tangled blood-red runes one by one, gradually transforming them back into their original form.
The rain was fine and continuous, and the original seal script gradually appeared in the air.
—The memorial tablet of the late Tan family's Tan clan, whose maiden name was Qiqi.
Lou Yan controlled the spell with one hand, his keen wolf eyes fixed on the struggling cinnabar seal script before him, his voice as if tempered with a layer of ice.
"Tan Qiqi".
Tan Qiqi's soul was sealed in these cinnabar seal characters after her death. Upon hearing this, it trembled violently, trying to gather into a ball as before, but it was bound tightly by the ropes formed by Lou Yan's spiritual energy. Therefore, it could only struggle in vain and tremble slightly in the air.
She was just a ten-year-old girl after all.
Lou Yan sighed softly, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the rope formed by the evil-controlling spell loosened by two inches.
He seemed to already see the little girl hugging her knees and crying, and when he spoke again, his tone softened considerably.
"lush?"
The blood seal stretched out in the air.
It seems she can indeed understand.
Lou Yan pondered for a moment, then asked, "Who exactly killed you?"
Xue Zhuan immediately began to tremble violently, as if he was terrified at the mere thought of being killed.
A dense aura of demonic energy filled his nostrils, and Lou Yan seemed to truly hear Tan Qiqi's cries.
He had never coaxed a little girl in both his lives combined, and he was immediately at a loss. He loosely and tightly rolled a spell on his fingertips several times, and finally squeezed out a sentence, "You, you don't cry."
Tan Qiqi's emotions did not seem to be soothed by Lou Yan's softened tone. On the contrary, she trembled more and more violently in the air. If she had a physical form, she would probably be crying loudly.
Lou Yan tried hard to recall methods of coaxing children in the human world, but to no avail. In the end, he had no choice but to withdraw the evil-controlling spell, make a new hand seal, and fly over, tentatively reaching out his hand to Tan Qiqi.
He touched the blood seal like Heng Qichun did, as if he were patting a little girl's head.
The blood seal trembled slightly at first, then gradually stopped shaking, and the ink lines gathered together again, lying quietly in Lou Yan's palm.
They were actually calmed down.
This feeling was particularly strange. Lou Yan felt that he could probably understand what Heng Qichun meant when he said, "Even demons can be benevolent."
They're quite cute.
He pondered for a moment, resting his chin on his hand, then squatted down in front of Tan Qiqi, revealing a canine tooth, and asked gently, "Now can you tell your brother how you died?"
The cinnabar flashed for a moment, then this time it did not struggle violently again.
Lou Yan looked down and saw the dark talisman gently trembling and spreading across his palm.
Like a meandering stream, it coiled around his fingers, then wrapped around his wrist.
As dawn broke in the distance, the rain that had lasted all night seemed to stop silently in an instant. Lou Yan looked up in a daze, only to be greeted by a cool breeze carrying the fishy smell of the river.
He vaguely sensed something was wrong and tried to pull back, but he stumbled first—his entire right hand was tightly bound by that blood seal, his spiritual energy was stagnant, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.
Lou Yan broke out in a cold sweat, and the words and phrases he had missed while copying the "Tongming Zhi" suddenly flooded his mind.
The "Death Curse" technique requires mixing blood with yin sand and carving the name on a locust wood memorial tablet to lock the soul of the deceased in the mortal world, preventing them from being reborn.
However, if the deceased harbors resentment and hatred, the resentment will backfire, creating illusions that force all who approach to them to relive their death.
Lou Yan's heart skipped a beat.
The chilling blood curses were winding their way upwards, already devouring his entire right hand without him even realizing it, and dragging him downwards.
It's over.
He is likely to relive Tan Qiqi's tragic death.
Lou Yan closed her eyes and fell downwards, the wind whistling past her ears, sending chills down her spine.
His mind went blank, his lips moved unconsciously, and it took him a long time to hear the sound he instinctively uttered.
"Master, help me!!!"
There was no response.
With a "plop," Lou Yan was completely swept into the surging river waves.
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