She dug for another day and night, and on the second night, she finally burned all the soulless green zombies, and her heart calmed down.
Before Bi Xie could figure out how to face that handsome face that he wanted to punch 88 times, his stomach rumbled awkwardly.
She was hungry.
Not only was he hungry, but he was also exhausted. His body had lost all of its Taoist power, just like a plant that had lost sunlight and water, showing signs of withering.
She didn't want to walk another step. She waved to the person who had been standing for a day and two nights and was still full of energy, and said in a cute and pitiful voice, "Ajiu, I can't walk anymore."
He was truly a helpful "evil spirit," gentler than any world's big boss.
He always carried his "home"—his coffin—wherever he went.
Bi Xie hugged his neck as they left the back mountain, tilting his head to look at his alluring profile, his high nose, and his thin, moist lips. He then sniffed at his brocade robe like a puppy, but didn't smell anything strange. He secretly thought that this brocade robe must be very valuable, since it hadn't rotted or torn after all these years.
At the entrance of Manyue Village, Hua Qing and his disciples were waiting.
Chu Caizheng escaped a disaster because he had fainted and several disciples stayed behind to take care of him. However, when he saw Bi Xie again, he was so ashamed that he led his disciples and Hua Qing to respectfully bow to her, "Grandmaster".
Bi Xie ignored him, and had no interest in discerning how much sincerity and how much pretense was in his address of "Grandmaster."
Her gaze drifted to the black coffin on the ground that sealed Prince Chi Ye. Her eyes were deep and unfathomable. She leaned limply on A Jiu's shoulder, no longer looking at the familiar black coffin. She said succinctly, "Bring the coffin that seals Prince Chi Ye back to Liangyi Mountain. No disciple or living person is allowed to approach it."
The group quickly agreed, but their eyes lingered on Ah Jiu, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.
The man held a brownish-red coffin in his arms, with a fair-skinned and delicate girl on his back. He stood tall and slender in the morning light, his eyes as black as ebony, exceptionally handsome, and the corners of his lips slightly upturned.
He looks no different from a human, gentle and harmless, but he exudes an aura of evil.
"Stop looking, I'll take him away." After a busy night, the girl's black hair was disheveled, her fair face was smeared with blood and ash, and her blue Taoist robe was so dirty that its original color was no longer visible. But her eyes were still dark and bright, deep and captivating. She said, "He's mine. Don't even think about taking him, understand?"
Hua Qing and the others stared at her in shock.
Bi Xie yawned wearily, took off the light gold bell from the end of his hair, and interrupted them before they could ask a question, "Sect Leader Hua, right? How much do you think I can sell this golden bell for? If you're satisfied with the price, this golden bell is yours."
Chu Caizheng and his apprentice's expressions changed, and Hua Qing was also stunned, exclaiming, "No, this is the ancestor's personal belongings."
Bi Xie stared at him without any emotion, feeling her stomach growling again. Her face darkened, and she didn't bother with any more words. "What about Sect Leader Chu?" She raised the golden bell, displaying the greedy manner of a commoner. "Highest bidder wins. Hurry up, hurry up."
"Gurgle."
This uncooperative pregnancy still caused her, the founder of the Maoshan School, to embarrass herself in front of several younger generations.
Bi Xie buried his face in A Jiu's shoulder, his face flushed.
Hua Qing and the others understood immediately. Without further hesitation, they took out their money pouches and handed them to Bi Xie. Their lives had been saved by their patriarch, so they didn't care about these valuables. Hua Qing couldn't help but say, "Isn't your patriarch going back to Liangyi Mountain? If your patriarch wants money, he can always go back to Liangyi Mountain to find us..."
Bi Xie snorted coldly, still somewhat ashamed, and kept his head down, saying, "Your ancestor can go wherever he wants."
She patted the stiff, naive little fool again: "Hurry up and leave." As she spoke, she threw the golden bell onto the hilt of Hua Qing's sword. Since she had lost her cultivation, the golden bell that commanded all spirits was useless to her.
The group watched the two depart in the dawn light, hearing the girl's clear, resonant voice as the courtyard wall fluttered in the breeze, "Dry jade wards off poison, resonates with the spirit of Luo Ling—"
It's the Curse of All Souls!
After a brief moment of astonishment, Hua Qing quickly regained his senses and memorized the long-lost Ten Thousand Spirits Incantation of Maoshan.
When I looked up again, the two figures were almost out of sight.
Bi Xie poured the silver from the several money bags together and counted it with great satisfaction. There were more than fifty taels of silver. One tael of silver in ancient times was equivalent to about six hundred yuan in cash in the real world. More than fifty taels was equivalent to thirty or forty thousand yuan, enough for her to live on for two or three years.
She rested her chin on her hand, staring hungryly at the silver, and worried about what would happen if she spent all the silver.
She remembered that vampires in Zang's world didn't need to eat human food, but what if Ah Jiu, like Zang, liked to eat with her? She couldn't just eat heartily by herself while he watched her stare blankly.
Bi Xie rubbed his forehead and tapped his shoulder with his finger. "Ajiu, what skills do you have? You used to live with humans, right? Have you ever eaten? How did you earn money? Do you like human food?"
She originally intended to ask questions one by one, but once she opened her mouth, she asked a string of questions with a worried expression, not knowing if he could understand her.
He hesitated for a moment, but was surprisingly clever and understood what she meant. He replied to her clearly and logically, "I know how to farm."
Bi Xie's lips twitched. The skill she described was breaking a boulder on her chest or wielding a long sword in the street.
He hummed in agreement, a smile playing on his lips: "I used to live in that village, and I farmed the land with them."
Bi Xie couldn't imagine the scene of such a fair-skinned and handsome vampire progenitor driving an ox through the fields, plowing the land with heavy breaths and sweating profusely.
He couldn't see her expression, but he was clearly happy to share his past with her. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and although his smile was still fake, it widened into a curve. "White rice? I've eaten it. I grew it myself. It's delicious, I love it." Then, he turned to look at her with a puzzled look. "What is money?"
Bi Xie touched his cheeks with both hands and turned the simple and straightforward "Ghost Cultivator"'s head back, "Watch where you're going, don't bump into anyone."
"Ah Xie, we won't crash. I can smell their scent."
"Then where's your coffin?" Bi Xie propped his head up on his back, looking utterly hopeless. He was thinking that raising this vampire wouldn't be easy. Although he had a coffin and didn't need to be housed, he still needed to be fed. He wondered if the fifty-odd taels of silver would last for two years.
"Oh," he said, carefully holding the coffin, just like a little snail that always carries its heavy shell wherever it goes, looking bewildered and silly.
"Wait," Bi Xie spotted a restaurant by the roadside, her starving body beginning to groan. She patted his shoulder, signaling him to put her down. Suppressing her guilt, she glanced around nervously. "Wait for me here, I need to go up..." The word "eat" was on the tip of her tongue, but she changed it to "get some energy."
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