Guilin Mountain Village.
Song Siyao was quite confused when she floated out.
I really don't know whose cellar it is.
The courtyard was dilapidated, but it was kept relatively tidy.
It was still early morning; the courtyard was quiet.
Song Siyao remained silently hidden.
Her soul was invisible; she hid in an empty wine jar.
Knowing that the village is full of wandering spirits, it is impossible for them to roam freely outside.
Let's see how things go first.
A moment later, the door of a room creaked open, and the first person to come out was her master, Yan Shanjun.
She rubbed her lower back in a feminine manner and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Oh, if only we had waited a little longer, that fox's body is better than a man's."
Then, the ghost, disguised as Yan Shanjun, knocked fiercely on the other doors in the courtyard.
"Get up! You brat, get up and serve your old lady!"
A loud male voice rang out, and Song Siyao rubbed her ears in exasperation. It was the first time she had ever heard her master's voice so sharp and high-pitched.
"I'm up, Mother..."
A woman who looked like a female cultivator from the Sword Sect rushed out, and the sword cultivator's back bent down for the first time, humbly fetching water.
The ghost, now in the body of Lord Yanshan, glanced at him jealously. Although his cultivation level was not high, his body was young and beautiful. She had wanted this body from the beginning, but the old man said that cultivation level was more important than appearance when she was out in the world.
After watching her adopted daughter fetch water to help her wash her face and then go to the kitchen to make breakfast, the old man gently knocked on the door of the next room.
"Little one, wake up."
That voice was incredibly gentle.
The ghost fetching water over there harbored resentment in its eyes, but kept its head down and continued working meekly.
"What's all the noise about? I want to keep sleeping!"
That sound…
Song Siyao, who was inside the wine jar, immediately looked up.
It's her body.
The soul seemed to sense it too, and subconsciously swayed in the direction from which the sound came.
It is the pull between the soul and oneself.
But now is not the time.
Song Siyao's eyes darkened, and he held his breath, continuing to remain discreetly hidden.
She needs to find an opportunity to go find Wu Ling.
Then she saw the bodies that the family occupied.
The father of this family occupied Shen Zhuochuan's body, the mother occupied Yan Shanjun's body, and the son occupied her body, which belonged to an outstanding female cultivator from the Wenjian Sect.
It is said that ghosts do not need to eat, but they do not know how to cultivate. Although they are not hungry, they need to eat according to their memories from their previous lives.
The sounds reached her ears while she was eating.
They talked about worshipping the mountain god, their words filled with longing and faith.
It seems that one can escape this place after offering sacrifices.
"Thanks to the mountain god for bestowing upon us the formation, we can finally get out of this hellish place."
"I want to go out and marry a beautiful wife! Dad, give me a different body, I don't want a woman's body!"
"Stop fooling around, kid. The cultivation world is omnipotent. We'll just change your gender later. The Mountain God said this body is exceptionally talented, one in ten thousand!"
Song Siyao's face darkened. When she saw Li Guang, who was standing trembling beside the pile of firewood, fly out and fall to the ground with the tip of his sword pointing in her direction, the fighting spirit in her soul burned wildly.
But she endured it.
So many people are waiting for her to save them.
My elder sister and master are all inside.
The family, having eaten and drunk their fill, came out and glanced at Li Guang in the center of the yard with a puzzled look, then casually tossed it back next to the woodpile with disdain.
The expensive sword tassel that his elder sister had given him had long been removed and hidden away by the greedy family. Now, the bare sword lay discarded beside the woodpile, gathering dust.
Song Siyao was furious, but puzzled.
The artifact possesses a spirit.
Even if her soul had been stripped away, it shouldn't be this weak.
At this moment, it was as if it had lost its sword spirit, lying on the ground, dim and lifeless.
This place is incredibly strange.
Song Siyao became more vigilant. He had been waiting for an opportunity to slip away from the courtyard, but instead of an opportunity, he saw a white mist carrying a person.
A white mist veiled their faces, and their voices were neither male nor female.
It landed in front of the family.
“I am the messenger of the mountain god, here to take a soul.”
Although the white mist is controlled by the man of this family, who is also the village chief, it is usually discussed with several clan leaders and respected elders before it is used.
They also knew that the white mist had its own ideas, and occasionally their control would fail.
The white mist brought the messenger, and the village chief quickly pulled his family down to kneel.
"Greetings, Your Excellency. Please, please."
The visitor didn't even glance at them, and went straight to their cellar.
The village chief and his family were extremely surprised. No wonder this was an envoy; they didn't even need to lead the way.
From the moment the messenger appeared, Song Siyao held his breath and withdrew his divine sense, relying solely on his ears and eyes to listen.
The white mist was eerie; she couldn't be discovered.
Asking for a soul? Whom do you want to take away?
Song Siyao felt inexplicably nervous.
There were some whispers about the direction of the cellar.
And that androgynous, cold snort.
"Boom!"
The sound of tables, chairs, and houses collapsing.
"Heh, you still want to follow? Get back here."
Song Siyao heard the mountain god's messenger's cold laugh and her elder sister's alarmed exclamation.
It seems a fight has broken out.
The villagers' cries of alarm rang out, and in an instant, the fight spread to the wine jar where she was hiding.
Song Siyao instantly appeared and rushed over there.
"Ha, ungrateful wretch."
When she arrived, the white mist had already tied up her sister, Aji, and Chen Zhuochuan. The mountain god's messenger laughed and then looked at her.
"Oh, as expected of the chosen one, when did you escape?"
The white mist suddenly attacked, and Song Siyao narrowly dodged it using his usual agility.
"I originally intended for you to die alongside those ants, but it seems I'll have to send you on your way first."
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