Xiao Lejin blinked, raised her hand and gently waved it in front of Wan Jiao's eyes, solemnly reminding her, "Auntie, I'm a spirit! A spirit! A spirit! I'll say it three times!!!"
Wan Jiao verbally agreed, "I understand." But in her heart...
What happened to the artifact spirit?
There are no special cases like Xiao Lejin among the artifact spirits.
She must be connected to 'Mingjin' and 'Runling'.
Wan Jiao secretly vowed that she would investigate the matter thoroughly.
Moreover, even if we take a step back and assume that Xiao Lejin really has nothing to do with 'Mingjin' or 'Runling', the fact that she likes those human emotions that symbolize 'bad' shows that she herself has a problem.
As a sorcerer, Wan Jiao naturally bears the heavy responsibility of protecting all living beings.
If Xiao Lejin really has a problem, she...
Wan Jiao paused for a moment, then moved her hand up and gently touched the little girl's face. "Xiao Jin, go back and rest. Leave the rest to me."
"Auntie, aren't you going to take me with you?" Xiao Lejin asked Wan Jiao innocently. "But I want to go with you!"
Wan Jiao smiled gently, "You stay with Xiao Yunmu, she needs you."
Xiao Yunmu does seem to be emotionally unstable lately.
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Lejin obediently nodded to Wan Jiao, "Okay, Auntie, be careful. There's a bad guy over there who seems pretty tough."
Wan Jiao: "Okay."
Once Xiao Lejin returned to the suona, Wan Jiao suppressed her smile and muttered to herself with a determined look: Xiao Jin, if you really have a problem, I will definitely not be lenient!
…
Fu Ting was tortured until she was like a dead dog.
She was completely naked, and the parts of her body that should not be exposed to the public were covered in blood and gore (adjective, ghosts do not have blood).
Her once fair skin was now covered in scars.
She's just a spirit; any living person tortured like that would have no breath left.
Wan Jiao slowly approached Fu Ting and asked, "Fu Ting, are you alright?"
She couldn't remember how many years, how many days and nights, had passed since Fu Ting had seen or heard any other people or sounds besides those two men.
Wan Jiao's appearance made her extremely wary.
However, her first reaction was not to cover herself, but to look at Wan Jiao with hopeful eyes, "You, do you know me? Who are you? Why are you here?"
Wan Jiao: "I've come to rescue you at Director Xia's request."
Fu Ting surely knew who Director Xia was, the one Wan Jiao was referring to.
She was stunned for a long time before suddenly bursting into tears, "He still remembers me?"
“Of course.” Wan Jiao tried to soften her voice as much as possible. “He thinks about you all the time.”
Perhaps hearing that the person she cared about was also thinking of her, Fu Ting hurriedly grabbed the clothes beside her and put them on. Her fingers trembled as she smoothed her hair and said with a bitter smile, "He is a very, very good person."
This time, Wan Jiao didn't respond. Instead, she transferred her spiritual power to Fu Ting after some special processing.
The reason is that Fu Ting's soul was too weak and could not withstand Wan Jiao's pure and clean spiritual power. Only after special treatment could she accept it.
As Wan Jiao's spiritual power entered Fu Ting's body, her injuries instantly healed, and even the soul restriction placed on her by that beastly evil cultivator was broken. At this moment, Fu Ting could truly be considered a ghost.
Feeling an unprecedented power within her body, Fu Ting was bewildered.
She looked at Wan Jiao, "What's wrong with me...?"
"You are free," Wan Jiao said calmly. "You can take that person's life whenever you want."
Logically speaking, Wan Jiao shouldn't have allowed the ghost to kill people.
Because everything in the world has its own rules, those who do evil will inevitably meet a bad end; it's only a matter of time.
But when Wan Jiao saw Fu Ting, she was honestly moved with pity.
Put yourself in someone else's shoes.
If she were treated like that, she would definitely...
As for the explanation to the underworld, Wan Jiao was even less worried.
She used to be Wan Jiao, the number one person in the metaphysics world today. She was about to ascend to immortality, so protecting a ghost should have been a piece of cake.
Now that she knows her true identity, the underworld reveres her, so protecting Fu Ting is no big deal.
After careful consideration, Fu Ting shook her head at Wan Jiao, "I won't kill them. I want them to live well and wait for their retribution."
Wan Jiao was somewhat surprised.
Fu Ting died with resentment, and was later subjected to a curse by an evil cultivator who tormented her for many years. Yet, she hasn't turned into a vengeful ghost?
Hmm, isn't this a bit off?
Wan Jiao carefully examined Fu Ting, making sure there was no resentment or hostility growing around her, before asking again, "You need to think this through, because this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Fu Ting nodded firmly, "Master, I've thought it through. I can't do anything wrong. I need to cherish myself and wait for my next life to be reincarnated so I can repay his kindness to me."
It's crystal clear who Fu Ting is referring to as "the one."
Wan Jiao felt a pang of sadness.
I've seen plenty of ghosts who want revenge, but it's rare to encounter one who doesn't. That's really... strange!
…
Actually, Fu Ting didn't understand any of this when she first died.
It wasn't until later, after spending a long time as a ghost, that he gained the ability to perceive certain things and came to understand.
She knew that if she was filled with hatred, she would definitely be able to avenge the humiliation she had suffered.
But... she didn't want to do that.
She knew someone was waiting for her.
She knew he cared about her, and that was enough.
"Master, may I make a small request?" Fu Ting struggled with this question in her mind for a long time before finally speaking to Wan Jiao.
Wan Jiao said "Oh," and then said, "Tell me about it."
Fu Ting: "Could you take me to see him secretly?"
"Quietly?" Wan Jiao was confused by Fu Ting's question. "Why quietly?"
“I look like this, I have no face to see him again. I…” Fu Ting stopped mid-sentence and directly stated her plan, “I will secretly meet with him once, and then go where I need to go.”
“You should know that he really wants to see you,” Wan Jiao reminded Fu Ting.
Fu Ting: "At this moment, I am not worthy."
Since ancient times, women have taken certain things more seriously.
Fu Ting had made up her mind, and she couldn't force her to change it.
"Okay, I promise you."
Upon receiving Wan Jiao's affirmative answer, Fu Ting smiled with satisfaction. She knelt down and bowed deeply to Wan Jiao with utmost respect, saying, "Thank you, Master."
Wan Jiao did not dodge.
Fu Ting's gesture of courtesy is something she deserves!
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