Chapter 146 Chapter 146 Search (Thirty-Seven)

It was dark and hazy all around, like the thick fog at night. Ning Helan felt a burning pain all over his body. It was as if a layer of cloth was covering his eyes and he couldn't see anything clearly, especially his right eye. He didn't know what had just flown into his eye, causing him to burst into tears uncontrollably.

He stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, trying to rub the stuff out, but his eyes were red and swollen and nothing came out.

"Uh..." He covered his right eye with one hand and tried to prop himself up with the other hand to stand up from the ground, but he hit his head as soon as he stood up. He reached out and touched it, and it seemed like there was a transparent lid above his head.

Where was he?

Every time Ning Helan moved, the joints of his body creaked. In the blur, he saw a figure walking towards him. He tried to look, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

The figure was very tall, at least two meters, and seemed very strong. He was wearing long clothes that dragged on the ground.

Ning Helan was half blind when the vision was dim, and now he couldn't see the other person clearly.

The person stood in front of him and looked at him quietly for a long time, then spoke: "Ning Helan, long time no see."

The person's voice was deep, as if it came directly from Ning Helan's mind. Ning Helan didn't say a word, and the person said: "Fourteen years, You didn't even remember me, oh, I'm still very sad."

Ning Helan: ...

The man looked at Ning Helan with his hands behind his back: "It hurts, right? Do you remember what happened? You were stabbed with a sword. If Hu You hadn't stabbed you in the wrong direction, you might not have seen me in your life."

As he spoke, Ning Helan's chest suddenly hurt. He looked down and saw a hole in his chest. Blood was flowing out. He subconsciously wanted to cover the wound, but the blood flowed out from between his fingers, along his clothes to the ground, and soon a pool of blood formed on the ground.

Due to the massive blood loss, Ning Helan felt pain and dizziness. He couldn't stand up and knelt on the ground.

"Oh, how tragic! That hooked snake also forced its snake pill into your body. You are now filled with demon blood." The visitor continued.

As he spoke, Ning Helan felt a stream of energy surging in his body. The blood in his chest inexplicably stopped flowing, and the wound was gradually healing. However, the demon smell on his body made him feel nauseous.

He quickly bent down and tried to spit out the snake pill in his body.

"Gah! Cough! Cough cough!"

The visitor looked at Ning Helan picking his throat, shook his head and said, "It's useless. You are only in your own consciousness now. You are still in the hands of that hook snake."

Ning Helan's eyes were red. He wiped his mouth and looked at the visitor: "Who are you?" "

Me? Me... I am you." The visitor said.

Ning Helan was startled and immediately denied: "Impossible."

The visitor seemed to know that he would say this, and had already prepared words for him: "I know you don't believe it, actually..."

"I'm not as ugly as you." Ning Helan said again.

Veins popped up on the man's forehead, and he stepped forward and put his face in front of Ning Helan: "Open your eyes and take a good look at where I am ugly!"

Strangely enough, when this man came in front of her, Ning Helan's intact eye suddenly saw clearly, and the fog in front of her eyes seemed to have dispersed, and the face of the man in front of her appeared clearly.

This man was about 40 years old, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a strong outline. He was not ugly at all, but very handsome.

Ning Helan looked at him blankly. She felt that he looked very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before: "You...you don't look like me."

The man chuckled: "Of course not, I'm much more handsome than you."

Ning Helan: ...

The man stood up straight and lowered his eyes to look at Ning Helan: "Let me introduce myself. I used to be the prince of Jingle Kingdom. Later, I ascended to become a god. You can also call me Zhenwu."

"Zhenwu?" Ning Helan's mind suddenly recalled the statue in the temple of Chen Xuanzong. Her eyes widened suddenly, "Are you the Great Emperor Zhenwu?!"

Zhenwu nodded with a chuckle: "It's me."

"..." Ning Helan sighed and said nothing.

Seeing Ning Helan remained silent for a long time, Zhenwu bent down and squatted in front of him: "Hey, I am here in front of you, aren't you excited at all?"

Ning Helan covered his right eye, he glanced at Zhenwu: "You just said you are me? I am... your reincarnation?"

"No, at best, you can be considered my spirit in the world." Zhenwu said, "But you are me, that's for sure."

"Then how should I leave here now?" Ning Helan asked again.

Zhenwu looked at him strangely: "Ning Helan, why are you so calm, you are the spirit of this god, aren't you excited at all, not excited at all?"

Ning Helan frowned: "What's so exciting about this? I think you seem to be useless."

"What!" Zhenwu almost bit his tongue, "Ning Helan you! You really... really have no eyesight!"

Zhenwu stood up straight and spread out his sleeves, "I am the Great Emperor Zhenwu, the God of the North, the God of all rivers in the world. In the past, I commanded thousands of armies, and wielded a black sword to kill all demons and evil spirits. I could guide the flow of rivers by raising my hand. Which Taoist disciple did not worship me? Those demons would wet their pants just by hearing my name. I have the supreme status among the gods, do you understand?"

"I understand, you have a second year disease."

"..."

Zhenwu was completely speechless. This brat, why is he so unlovable? If he was not his soul, he would have crushed him to death long ago.

Emperor Zhenwu folded his hands: "Ning Helan, hey, think about it, I am very powerful and my status is very high."

Ning Helan didn't even look at him: "What's the use of such a high status?"

"What?"

"I didn't see you come to help me."

Ning Helan closed his eyes. His right eye was still in pain, and his whole body was in pain. A person suddenly appeared and said a lot of difficult words. Now he felt even worse.

Zhenwu looked at Ning Helan indifferently: "It's not that I don't help you, it's that you don't help yourself."

Ning Helan: ...

Zhenwu said: "You don't believe in me or yourself in your heart, how can I help you? Look around, the fog is so thick, you can't see anything."

"Didn't you do this?" Ning Helan didn't even raise his head.

"It's because you are confused and uneasy. You were born with extraordinary spiritual power, but you sealed your eyes and said you were an atheist. When your grandfather asked you to use magic power, you resisted it in your heart while casting it, causing the spiritual power to backfire on you. After each casting, you have to sleep for several days to recover, and you can't even recognize me. Tell me, how can I help you?"

"Since you said I am your spirit, why didn't you show up that year... why didn't you save my parents?"

"Ning Helan, you were only five years old at the time. You could neither summon the gods to descend nor let the gods bend over. How could I save your family? Even if I appeared in the world at the time, your small body could not withstand my magic power and you would die."

Zhenwu was right. Ning Helan was not unaware of his situation. He wanted to escape, but he could not bear to watch those who were trapped by evil spirits die. In the end, the matter was resolved, the people were saved, but he was the one who was hurt.

In the final analysis, it was Ning Helan himself who could not get over that hurdle. At that time, he was so young that he always thought he was blessed by the gods. After what happened later, his cognition changed.

"Actually, I don't understand why you live such a tangled life." Zhenwu shook his head. "Look at Fang Hui. He was living a good life, but 'pop', he was gone. He didn't expect that he would not be allowed to reincarnate in the underworld, and he was asked to accumulate the so-called good karma, so he went to accumulate it. When his family got into trouble, he went to think of ways to solve the problem. Later, he found out that he was plotted to death by the so-called 'good brother', and he accepted it. Then he found out his identity... Let me say, he, a dead man, understands life much more clearly than you, a living person."

"Fang Hui..." Ning Helan suddenly remembered. He wanted to stand up, but the discomfort all over his body made him fall back before he could stand up. "Fang Hui has lost his soul. I saw that he was beaten to death..."

"Yes... I saw it too." Zhenwu said.

Fang Hui is a soul. No matter how harmless it is to living people, it is still an evil thing. The Seven Star Sword is a precious sword of the immortals that is used to kill demons and evil spirits. Fang Hui is now both dead in spirit and body, and the only remaining soul has also shattered. Ning Helan looked at Zhenwu: "Is there any way to save him?"

Zhenwu glanced at Ning Helan: "No."

"Really..." Ning Helan's right eye hurt even more, and his hand that covered his eyes was shaking with pain.

Zhenwu squatted down and patted his shoulder: "Ning Helan, have you ever thought that maybe Fang Hui doesn't need you to save him." Ning Helan

gave him a puzzled look, and Zhenwu said again: "You should have discovered that Fang Hui is different from ordinary souls a long time ago, right?"

Ning Helan had discovered this a long time ago. He initially thought it was his grandfather's doing, and asked him to take better care of Fang Hui. Later, he saw that Fang Hui could still open the barrier, and was fine with some things that ghosts should have been afraid of. He wondered if it was the bad taste of those people in the underworld, because Master Fang Hui had a bad temper and a bad mouth, so they didn't let him live, nor let him die completely.

"Just because he is not an ordinary soul, he doesn't need to be saved after being beaten to pieces by the Seven Star Sword?" Ning Helan seemed to be talking to Zhenwu, or to himself. Then he gritted his teeth and stood up reluctantly, but he found that he still couldn't get out.

There was a circle of transparent glass-like things around him that trapped him.

Zhenwu sighed: "Look, you can't even get out, and you still want to save others."

Ning Helan touched the surroundings, and his hand seemed to touch a layer of transparent membrane, which could not be seen but could be touched.

Zhenwu held his hands and watched Ning Helan turn around, then simply sat down, leaned against the side and closed his eyes.

Zhenwu: ...

"Hey, you..."

"I feel uncomfortable all over and my head hurts. Let me rest for a while."

"..."

Zhenwu felt his head hurt too: "Do you know what's going on outside? There's that hook snake outside, and you're resting like this?"

"Then what else can I do? I can't get out again." Ning Helan's face looked worse than before.

"You just took the inner pill of the hook snake, and you're going to become a monster. Aren't you anxious?"

"What's the use of being anxious? I can't beat the snake even if I go out now. Hiss... It hurts..."

Zhenwu saw that Ning Helan was indeed uncomfortable, but he himself had no desire to survive. He just felt that he was in a big headache. He turned around and dragged his chin to think for a while, and suddenly thought of something.

He strode to Ning Helan's side: "Ning Helan, look."

Ning Helan raised her eyelids and saw two people walking in the thick mist in front of her. Ning Helan's eyes suddenly widened.

A man and a woman emerged from the thick mist and slowly walked in front of Ning Helan. The two squatted down. The woman reached out and gently stroked Ning Helan's face. Ning Helan's body trembled noticeably.

"..." He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't utter any syllables.

"Lan Lan." A soft and pleasant female voice sounded, and Ning Helan's eyes suddenly became red.

"Lanlan, long time no see." The man touched Ning Helan's head.

"Mom... Dad..."

The two people who came were Ning Helan's long-dead parents, Ning Xuechen and Fang Shuyu.

Fang Shuyu looked at him with worry in her eyes: "How could you hurt yourself like this?"

Ning Xuechen said: "Are you showing off again?"

"...Mom and Dad, I'm fine." Ning Helan's voice was shaking with pain, but he still forced a smile.

Fang Shuyu shook her head: "No need to pretend to be strong in front of your parents, Lanlan, does it hurt?"

"..." Ning Helan bit his lower lip. He felt his eyes getting hot. He tried his best to hold back his tears. "Mom, it's okay. It doesn't hurt."

He looked at his father and mother in front of him and reached out to touch them. It was a warm and soft touch, like a living person. He couldn't help but choked up.

Fang Shuyu hugged Ning Helan in her arms: "Lanlan, cry if you feel sad, Mom and Dad are here."

"..." Ning Helan finally couldn't help crying, "Mom and Dad, I miss you so much..."

Ning Xuechen stretched out his arms and hugged his wife and children in his arms: "Lanlan, Mom and Dad miss you too."

The family of three hugged each other. Ning Helan cried so sadly that he had never cried before. His chest heaved violently, and the tears on his face washed away the blood stains on his face. Fang Shuyu gently touched his head. Ning Helan's emotions that had been suppressed for more than ten years turned into tears and flowed out at this moment.

Zhenwu Emperor wiped his eyes with his sleeve and said, "It's really touching."