Chapter 85085 Soul Dispersion
Chapter 85
The impending acquisition of the poisonous fruit seemed to be the only thing that made Yingji happy during this period.
While she was talking to Jianfeng through the sound transmission talisman, she stepped on the talisman to pick him up, eager to pick him up. Even the rift between her and Jianfeng some time ago disappeared quietly.
"Are you sure the Nightmare Demon is no longer chasing you?" Ying Ji asked with some concern.
"She must still be chasing me, but she just can't find me. Hehe. I used the spiritual weapon you gave me to hide the scent of the poisonous fruit, so the nightmare demon couldn't sense the poisonous fruit so keenly. I also used a few of the space-transferring beads you gave me, and combined with my soul body, she must be confused by now. Haha, it's hilarious just thinking about her jumping up and down in anxiety!"
Yingji listened to Jianfeng's laughter and a smile appeared on her lips. She said, "You'd better be careful. Be careful not to let excessive joy turn into sorrow."
"Tsk." Jian Feng said happily, "Don't be such a pessimist. Say something auspicious."
Yingji chuckled and didn't respond.
Jianfeng listened to Yingji's laughter and the tone of her voice as she spoke, guessing she was in a good mood. He was happy too. He said happily, "Ying, I've really helped you this time. When we meet, I'll give you the treasure. How are you going to thank me?"
"Oh, are you trying to repay a favor?" There was a smile in Yingji's voice.
Jian Feng said hurriedly, "No, no, no, I don't mean that. I absolutely wouldn't dare."
Yingji thought for a moment. Jianfeng had certainly been a huge help in stealing the poisonous fruit. Her tone grew more serious as she said, "I do want to thank you. Is there anything you'd like to receive as a token of your gratitude?"
"That's very polite." Jian Feng curled his lips.
Yingji was speechless and asked, "Don't you want to thank me?"
Jian Feng suddenly had an idea and said with a smile, "If you really want to thank me, why not call me brother?"
Yingji frowned subconsciously.
Jianfeng was afraid of disappointing Yingji and reminding her of something unpleasant, so he immediately slapped himself in the face. Without waiting for Yingji to speak, he quickly changed the subject: "Even if we get rid of the Nightmare Demon now, she's bound to hold a grudge against us and will come after us sooner or later. We better be prepared."
Ying Ji thought that once she succeeded in refining the monster, she wouldn't have to hide from people anymore and wouldn't be afraid of the nightmare monster at all.
It's just that she is reluctant to talk about the things that she hasn't done yet.
Not hearing her answer, Jianfeng thought she was still angry and quickly changed the subject: "Is Bajiao with you? I came up with a new trick while playing hide-and-seek with the Nightmare Demon. She must be interested!"
Yingji's eyes dimmed as she looked at the clouds and trees being blown away by the wind. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
Jian Feng was anxious and asked, "You are not really angry, are you? I was just saying it casually, you don't have to take it seriously. Didn't I say it a long time ago? I can be your brother."
Yingji came back to her senses, let out a long sigh, and said, "I'm not angry, it's just..."
It was like a lump of air stuck in her chest, a tight, aching feeling that made Yingji unable to continue. She still couldn't accept Bajiao's accident, so she didn't have the energy to talk about it.
Jianfeng was still chattering there. He talked about the interesting things about teaching Bajiao magic tricks, praised Bajiao's cleverness and cuteness, and imagined what would happen to Bajiao when he grew up.
Jianfeng's thoughts were simple. In this world, Yingji only considered Bajiao a relative. No matter how dire the situation, as long as Bajiao was mentioned, she would soften up instantly.
"Jianfeng."
Yingji interrupted Jianfeng.
Jian Feng then realized that Ying Ji was not feeling well. He put his ear to the sound transmission note and asked doubtfully, "A Ying, are you crying?"
Yingji turned her face away, and the cool breeze blew her tears away. Only then did she realize that she had already burst into tears.
All those fantasies about banana trees seemed to have become luxuries.
Jianfeng asked tentatively, "Is Bajiao injured?"
Yingji tried her best to suppress the sob in her throat and whispered dejectedly, "From now on, it seems like I really have no family."
"You still have me!" Jianfeng blurted out.
Jianfeng had already seen Yingji in the distance. He quickened his pace, wanting to reach Yingji as soon as possible.
Yingji closed her eyes, letting the tears in her eyes fall. Her vision became clearer, and she saw Jianfeng coming towards her in the distance.
Even from such a distance, Yingji could still see Jianfeng's anxiety. She wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile.
She watched the stream coming closer and closer, thinking about his words in a daze.
"Aying, I will really call you sister from now on. I will be your little follower!"
Knowing he was teasing her, Yingji chuckled.
"Aying," Jianfeng changed his tone again, "I am your family."
The sky was clear and the weather was beautiful. Watching Jianfeng approach, Yingji took a deep breath, thinking that there was always a way out, and everything would work out for the better. Loss was for a better reunion.
Bajiao's soul was sealed, but she wasn't completely dead. Empress Dowager Xue promised her that if she could open the reincarnation well, she would give Mujin a new life.
The person running towards her seemed like God's compensation to her.
Yes, Jianfeng is also her family.
Jianfeng came close to Yingji and saw that although there were traces of tears on her face, her eyes were soft and there was a hint of smile, which made him feel relieved.
He landed from mid-air and strode towards Yingji, pulling out a precious ice box from his sleeve as he walked. The poisonous fruit he had obtained with great difficulty was placed in this square, icy little box.
Before he reached Yingji, Jianfeng held the ice box in both hands and handed it to Yingji.
She wanted the poison fruit so much, and he wanted her to be happy.
Yingji also walked towards Jianfeng and reached out to take the ice box that Jianfeng handed to her. There was still some distance between the two of them, and before Yingji's fingertips touched the ice box, she suddenly heard a sharp and strange whistle.
What is that sound?
Yingji felt that the voice was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before. She subconsciously looked around for the sound, but couldn't find the source.
Yingji suddenly felt a strange pain in her heart, and a huge ominous premonition suddenly emerged.
At the same time, a slight muffled groan was heard from Jianfeng.
Yingji was instantly covered in cold sweat. She turned her head sharply, and in her sight the shadow of a black whip seemed to tear the sky apart.
Soul Whip...
Sharp whistles sounded one after another, and a group of exorcists hid in dark cloaks under the bright sunny day and the scorching sun. They held bone whistles in their mouths and soul whips in their hands.
The leading exorcist still raised his arm and continued to whip.
Yingji watched helplessly as Jianfeng's figure, which was so close to her, trembled and gradually turned into a phantom.
The ice box he had been holding all the way fell into Yingji's hands. However, Yingji didn't look at the poisonous fruit she was thinking about, but stared at Jianfeng intently.
Jianfeng was also looking at her.
He still had so many things he wanted to say to Yingji, but he couldn't utter a single word.
As a lonely soul that had been wandering for three hundred years, what he feared most was the soul whip in the hands of the exorcist.
Jianfeng wanted to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't even find his mouth. He wanted to smile at Yingji at the last moment, but the idea was already there, and whether he could do it or not was entirely up to fate.
Jianfeng suddenly felt a little cold.
Cold? He no longer feels cold since his death. I miss him so much...
I really want to open my arms and embrace this beloved world, and I also want to hug my sister in front of me.
Yingji finally turned around and ran towards Jianfeng, wanting to hug him, but she couldn't touch anything with her arms outstretched.
Jianfeng's soul body has turned into floating spots of light.
Yingji stood in the spot of light, opened her eyes wide and watched the souls belonging to Jianfeng gradually dissipate in the wind.
She could temporarily place Hibiscus and Banana in the jade coffin, but Jianfeng, who had been dead for three hundred years, was just a soul and was now shattered by the soul whip.
He didn't leave her a word and just died.
The last speck of light also dissipated in the wind.
"I am your family." This was the last sentence Jianfeng said to her. But he had not yet heard her call him brother.
Is there really no way out? Is everything really getting better?
Yingji clutched the ice box tightly, her knuckles turning white. She slowly turned around, then slowly raised her scarlet eyes to look at these exorcists who had appeared out of nowhere.
Over the years, she has been immersed in hatred, struggling, and floating up and down.
Kong Fan said she didn’t hate enough?
But enough hatred will lead to enough evil.
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