Chapter 31
Nie Wuhen let out a light breath and said okay.
Wherever the sword light passed, all the stationary demon cultivators were turned into powder and annihilated in the Forgotten River, falling asleep forever with the rolling black waves.
The dead souls had a place to go, and they gathered on the bank of the Wangchuan River, trembling and hiding behind Meng Po. Meng Po sat on her horse, tremblingly raised her cane, and said a lot of gibberish, and the dead souls then left in an orderly manner.
Meng Po raised her eyes again, her gaze moving from Cassel to Nie Wuhen. The moment their eyes met, they both thought of the long conversation they had an incense stick of time ago.
Meng Po lit some incense, but the scent was faint and filled the air with the smell of dead bones.
She said: "Shangyao Immortal Venerable is an immortal of great love. She protects all the people in the world. As the chief disciple of Shangyao Immortal Venerable, Your Excellency Jianzun should inherit the will of the Immortal Venerable, maintain peace, and not let the war between immortals and demons break out."
Nie Wuhen's eyes were indifferent: "Master has taught me this in my early years, so I won't bother Meng Po with this."
"Sir Sword Master, the people around you should be killed."
Nie Wuhen did not reply to her immediately. He lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Po for a long time before saying: "Meng Po is here. Have you ever led a soul named Song Ciwei from the Great Yan Kingdom, General Jinghong, Song Ciwei?"
"have."
"With so many dead souls coming and going, Meng Po was able to answer without hesitation. I think she must be very impressed."
Although Meng Po didn't know why Nie Wuhen suddenly mentioned this person, she still lowered her head and fiddled with the incense, saying hoarsely: "It is true. He was the soul that I personally sent to the Wangchuan River to reincarnate, and he also escaped many times and knelt down to beg me not to feed him the Wangchuan water."
Nie Wuhen slowly clenched his fists, but his face showed no emotion: "Song Ciwei was extremely talented when he was young. He followed his father to the battlefield at the age of twelve and stayed there for eighteen years. He was loyal to the Great Yan Kingdom from top to bottom. How he died in the end, Meng Po must know better than me."
Meng Po was silent for a long time, and then replied: "The body was torn apart by five horses... The emperor was afraid and massacred the nine clans on trumped-up charges. Since then, the Great Yan Kingdom has declined and was besieged by the two countries. Now it is in a corner, enjoying music and dancing every day."
"The emperor's fear is part of the reason," Nie Wuhen slowly opened his hands, which were wet with sweat, but he still had no expression and continued, "There is another important reason. When the moon was full, an imperial astronomical observatory calculated that Song Ciwei had the aura of a real dragon."
Meng Po understood: "Master Jianzun is comparing an old woman like me to the Imperial Observatory that is causing chaos in the destiny of heaven."
"Meng Po, what you are doing now is just like the Imperial Observatory, isn't it? Unfortunately, I'm not that foolish and incompetent emperor. I can tell right from wrong and truth from falsehood. My master taught me very well. Besides, who knows if killing him will not accelerate the outbreak of the war between immortals and demons?" Nie Wuhen saw the chain on his wrist shaking, and it broke the moment he picked it up. He closed his eyes and said patiently, "All living things, including everyone. Everything depends on human effort, and man can conquer nature. Besides, I am God."
"Meng Po, open the barrier. I don't want to do it myself."
Memories flash by. The two of them had already talked about everything, and apart from the current matter concerning the demon cultivators, they had nothing else to say.
Nie Wuhen left a box, which, under the power of magic, floated into Meng Po's hands. He didn't want to say more: "Master left it to me."
Meng Po took it, opened it, and her eyes suddenly widened. She closed the lid in panic, trembling, and got off the horse. She kowtowed three times in the direction of Yun Dian, and finally stood up and said to Nie Wuhen: "Thank you, Sword Master, for your help. Please forgive me if I was disrespectful before."
Nie Wuhen nodded and said calmly that it was not necessary.
Cassel was still lying on Nie Wuhen's back, with his head resting on his neck. Sensing that Nie Wuhen was walking outside, he raised his head and asked him in a low voice where he was going.
Nie Wuhen carried him on his back and asked him if his fingers hurt.
Cassel retracted his hand and groaned, "I'm not afraid of pain. Nie Wuhen, what did you just say to that old woman? Why do I feel like she doesn't like me very much?"
"What do you want her to like?" Nie Wuhen carried him forward and walked out of where Meng Po was. There was a moon outside. The moon was like jade, and the moonlight was cool, illuminating the path ahead clearly. The netherworld flowers on the roadside are blooming vigorously, emitting a faint blue light.
"You and her will never meet again," Nie Wuhen said, "You don't need her to like you. I have a bag hanging around my waist with a green bottle in it. It's a medicine for healing wounds. Take it and eat one."
Cassel yawned. He was dazed and didn't think about taking it. He just said that he didn't feel any pain and there was no need.
Nie Wuhen said nothing. He felt the hand around his neck loosen a little, and his shoulders became heavier. He tilted his head and saw that Cassel had fallen asleep.
Her cheeks were soft and her skin was white and tender, as if she had never been exposed to the sun. When he was asleep, there was no more noise than during the day, but instead there was tranquility and gentleness. His red lips were slightly parted, and he breathed shallowly, occasionally frowning and mumbling something.
It was unclear and Nie Wuhen didn't hear it clearly.
But the second time, he heard it clearly. Cassel was calling his name clearly, calling him Nie Wuhen.
Nie Wuhen tried hard to suppress the corners of his lips and looked up at the moon, but he didn't know when the moon became big and round.
When Cassel woke up, the first thing he saw was the unfamiliar gauze curtain. He rubbed his head, sat up in a daze, and the moment he pulled open the gauze curtain, he turned around and saw Nie Wuhen sitting on the windowsill with his eyes closed.
Cassel wanted to call him, but then realized that it would be too much of a bother, so he simply tiptoed out of bed, walked to the table, and drank a cup of herbal tea.
There were footsteps behind me.
Cassel turned around holding the cup and saw that Nie Wuhen looked like he had not woken up yet. Looking closer, he could see the dark circles under his eyes, which showed that he had insomnia.
"Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Cassel asked him in a low voice.
"No need." Nie Wuhen dragged a chair and sat down, casually poured a glass of warm water, took a sip, and said, "Get ready, we'll go back to Yundian today."
Cassel was surprised: "Aren't we going to the demon world?"
Nie Wuhen shook his head and replied that he couldn't go. Since there is no intention of becoming possessed by the devil, there is no need to go to the demon world again and ask for trouble by watching those terrifying demon cultivators.
It was still very lively downstairs. Probably because it is close to the Wangchuan River, there are more types of guests coming and going. Not only are there those outrageous souls, but also demons and monsters. There are very few people who practice Taoism. In the entire restaurant, Nie Wuhen is the only one who practices Taoism.
Cassel was lying on the table, drinking water eagerly - someone bumped into him when he was going downstairs just now, and he felt strange, especially the place where he was bumped, which had a burning sensation, forcing him to keep wanting to drink water.
Nie Wuhen sat opposite him and felt that something was wrong with him, so he crossed his arms on the table and said, "Give me your hand."
Cassel drank two cups, put down the teacup, and was about to reach out his hand, but suddenly "air" floated over and asked him if he could help.
Cassel felt a chill all over his body. He stiffened his neck and turned his head to look at the ball of air. He thought he could see nothing, but he unexpectedly saw a "person" without a head.
He stepped back suddenly, and the legs of the stool scraped and made a harsh sound.
Nie Wuhen looked at the soul that was holding its head and sticking out its red tongue, and said calmly: "Go away."
The soul shrank back, pulling back its messy hair with its hands, and there was dried blood on its forehead. He stammered, "My Lord, please don't be angry..."
Cassel was simply frightened. But not afraid. He had seen people holding their heads in the devil's hell before.
He dragged a stool and sat next to Nie Wuhen. Nie Wuhen paused and moved aside a little, and Cassel moved his stool inside.
Nie Wuhen: "..."
"No help," Cassel refused decisively based on his previous experience as a demon, "You can go now."
The soul looked at him pitifully, tears of blood slowly flowing from its pupils. The next second, with a "bang", the entire soul exploded!
Cassel: "!"
Nie Wuhen didn't move. Soul fragments were scattered everywhere, but they seemed to have eyes and did not dare to get close to Nie Wuhen at all.
The people around were used to it. They just glanced over to watch the fun and then went on to talk about their own business, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.
Nie Wuhen lowered his head and placed his fingertips on Cassel's pulse, his expression as cold as ever. Cassel also subconsciously held his breath. He always felt that this so-called pulse-taking was really amazing. Just by taking the pulse, he could know the condition of his body. This was something he had never heard of in either the angel realm or the devil hell.
He wanted to learn, but he didn't dare to bring it up. After all, this was their territory, and he didn't understand anything at all.
Not far away, there were footsteps coming from the distance, "thump thump thump". It seemed like someone was wearing water-soaked shoes on a rainy night, and the sound was a bit creepy.
Cassel turned around and looked over curiously, and saw the same soul as before, holding a bloody head and grinning, making a terrifying laugh.
Cassel was shocked. Didn’t he just explode? How come he's alive again!
But what horrified Cassel even more was that the ghost used its bloody fingertips to lift the hair of the head in his arms, revealing the face of the person.
It's Cassel's head!
Cassel was shocked. He hurriedly hid in Nie Wuhen's arms, yelling at Nie Wuhen while trying to pull his arm back, but failed.
Nie Wuhen rolled up his sleeves and rubbed the dark red mark with his fingertips. The moment he raised his eyes, murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
The soul in front of him laughed "hehe", and suddenly exploded, and sticky liquid scattered everywhere. Nie Wuhen raised his sleeves and protected Cassel tightly.
Cassel was confused. He grabbed Nie Wuhen's sleeve, still in shock: "Why is that soul holding my head?"
"Your head is still there." Nie Wuhen stretched out his hand and turned the teacup on the table upside down. At that moment, soft and powerful light waves spread out with the two of them as the center.
As the sword passed by, all the demons, monsters, and souls around them suddenly turned their eyes to the two of them, in confusion and uncertainty.
"ah--"
There was a shrill scream, and along with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the mysterious thing suddenly appeared and fell in front of everyone.
Nie Wuhen looked down at him and said in a cold voice: "Untie it."
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