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Everything started happening after I arrived at the Zhao Family. I needed to figure out what had happened to the Zhao Family.
To summon the restless spirits of the Zhao Family, I called Liu Qingfeng to ask for advice on how to invite ghosts.
As night fell, I made my way to the backyard of the Zhao Family.
I set up a long incense stick, two handfuls of rice, and three cups of white wine.
After arranging everything, I made a small cut on my hand and smeared the blood on the edge of the well.
"Clear and pure, spirits from all directions, I summon you."
The incantation flowed quickly from my lips as I waited for the female ghost to appear, hoping to learn about the events that transpired.
Finally, I saw Cui Er materialize—a very thin woman with a pale complexion and fierce eyes.
She slowly floated in front of me and settled down. Her appearance was relatively normal, unlike other female ghosts who looked grotesque and terrifying.
"You..."
Before she could finish her sentence, I let out a horrified scream.
"Ah!"
What kind of suffering had Cui Er endured in life? Her mouth looked as if it had been torn open, with a gash stretching from the left corner all the way to her ear.
"I’m terrifying, aren’t I, to make you call me like that?"
Cui Er spoke with a cold expression, and with every word, the muscles around her mouth twitched slightly.
Not daring to offend her, I tried to suppress my emotions and said, "No, I was just a bit startled."
Suddenly, Cui Er changed the subject, urgency etched on her face as she said, "You need to leave, hurry up and go. The matters here are beyond your resolution." What was going on?
What secrets did the Zhao Family hold that I couldn't know? Even Cui Er wanted me to leave.
"Cui Er, can you tell me why?"
"Ding ding dang..."
Suddenly, the sound of bells rang from outside the courtyard, and the atmosphere shifted instantly.
"It's too late," Cui Er said, lowering her head.
A chilling wind swept through, blurring my vision. When I opened my eyes again, something was off about Cui Er.
She suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Heh heh, you won't take the road before you; instead, you choose to barge into hell where there’s no door."
What on earth was happening?
Cui Er reached out and pushed me away, originally intending to rush forward and grab me.
With the wall behind me, I had nowhere to retreat. Just as Cui Er's hand was about to grasp my neck, a strong arm emerged from the side and knocked her back.
Mu Xuanche appeared beside me, wrapping one arm around me. With his other hand, he swung it, sending Cui Er tumbling to the edge of the well.
Mu Xuanche exuded an aura of dominance, staring at Cui Er as if she were an ant. "You think you can act so freely against my people?" he said coldly.
I had expected Cui Er to show at least some fear, but instead, she wore a strange smile. It was a smile I found oddly familiar. She waved her claws and charged at Mu Xuanche.
"You overestimate yourself."
Mu Xuanche coldly tossed out that remark and leaped into action, engaging in a fight with Cui Er.
I thought there was no way Cui Er could withstand Mu Xuanche's strength, yet she proved to be surprisingly formidable.
Even with Mu Xuanche's immense power, it took considerable effort for him to subdue her.
Cui Er, pinned beneath Mu Xuanche's foot, glared at him with malice.
Mu Xuanche pressed down harder, and when Cui Er screamed, he asked with a sinister smile, "So, who sent you?"
What did that mean?
I didn't quite understand what Mu Xuanche meant by that; Cui Er was just Cui Er, right?
After turning her head at a sixty-degree angle, Cui Er began to slowly ignite and then turned to ashes.
I rushed over and asked, "Where's Cui Er?"
"Her soul has dispersed," Mu Xuanche replied with an indifferent expression.
"How could this happen?"
I found it hard to believe. Deep down, I didn't want to accept it. I wanted to help Cui Er find peace; I didn't want her soul to be lost.
"Let's go, it's time to rest. Your matters have been resolved, and I will take you out," he said.
I wanted to argue, but Mu Xuanche wouldn't allow me to refuse. He blew a breath in my face, and I fell asleep.
The next day, I promised Mu Xuanche that I would leave after paying my respects at Cui Er's tomb.
He agreed.
Grandma Huang told me that when Cui Er died, the Zhao Family deemed her unlucky and did not allow her to enter the ancestral grave.
They simply dug a pit in the back mountain, put up a wooden board, and buried her there.
According to Grandma Huang's description, we found Cui Er's grave.
At this moment, I was shocked.
The original pit had been disturbed, leaving the coffin inside uncovered.
Seeing this scene, an unnamed fury surged up in my mind.
"Damn it, who could be so heartless to do this? Don't they fear the wrath of their ancestors?"
Respect for the dead should come first, yet I couldn't understand how some people could commit such cruel acts, exposing a corpse. Do they find comfort in ensuring that the dead cannot rest in peace?
I had originally planned to vent my anger with Mu Xuanche, but unexpectedly, he was squatting in front of the coffin, fiddling with something.
Curious about his actions, I crouched down to take a look.
Pushing aside his hand that was resting on the coffin, I frowned in confusion and said, "Isn't this the symbol of the Cult of Spirits? The swastika written backward—how did it end up here?"
"You recognize it?" Mu Xuanche suddenly turned his head to stare at me and asked.
Seeing his strange expression, I felt a bit dazed but nodded and replied, "Yes, it was also on that Serpent Spirit Tombstone last time."
Mu Xuanche furrowed his brows and murmured, "I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"What does that mean?" I asked, still confused.
"It's nothing. Remember what I told you last night? Cui Er is no longer Cui Er."
"Yes, I remember. I still don't understand what that means."
Mu Xuanche pried off the swastika symbol from the coffin and pulled out something from inside, handing it to me.
Unfolding it revealed a piece of black talisman paper, with runes drawn in white ink.
This is a talisman paper? All the talismans I've seen were drawn on yellow paper; I've never seen one on black. What on earth is this?
I understood Mu Xuanche's implication: the reason for Cui Er's transformation last night was because of this talisman.
"Are you saying the Cult of Spirits controlled Cui Er?"
Mu Xuanche nodded, confirming my guess.
Initially, I planned to tidy up Cui Er's corpse, but then I caught sight of the corners of the coffin.
No, this situation isn't right.
I lifted the bottom board of the coffin, and sure enough, there was another coffin underneath. I pointed it out to Mu Xuanche.
"I've encountered this before; there's a cat buried underneath. I wonder what will be buried in this coffin."
He pulled me up, and with a wave of his large hand, the lid of the coffin flew out of the pit.
A heavy stench of decay assaulted us, revealing a pitch-black Big Rooster buried below, its body nearly decomposed, leaving only a pile of fur that hadn't fully rotted away.
Mu Xuanche's face turned particularly grave and ugly. I could vaguely sense that something was about to happen.
He stood up and pulled me away, but as I got to my feet, I already knew it was too late.
When I looked up, I saw a figure in the distance slowly walking toward us.
It seemed that the person was dragging a massive object behind them, approaching step by step.
As they drew closer, I could make out the person's features.
Wearing a black shirt with a tear in the lower left corner, it was Shangguan Mingyue.
Mu Xuanche pulled me behind him, appearing especially wary of Shangguan Mingyue.
Shangguan Mingyue stopped just a few meters away from me, and what she was dragging turned out to be a coffin tied with black ropes.
I stared in shock and shouted at her, "Mingyue, what are you doing?"
Shangguan Mingyue extended her finger, smiling as she beckoned me over. "Come here, and I'll tell you."
I was ready to approach her; no matter what, I believed that Shangguan Mingyue would not harm me.
But Mu Xuanche blocked my way from behind, his gaze icy as he stared at Shangguan Mingyue. He spoke in a low voice, "What do you want?"
Shangguan Mingyue did not answer. Instead, she turned around and patted the coffin behind her, asking, "Can you guess what's inside?"
Mu Xuanche fell silent, and the atmosphere instantly turned frigid.
I could sense that Mu Xuanche was furious; the hostility in his eyes seemed to indicate that he wanted nothing more than to kill Shangguan Mingyue right then and there.
What could possibly be inside that coffin to affect Mu Xuanche so deeply?
Seeing that Mu Xuanche remained silent, Shangguan Mingyue suddenly laughed and continued, "Do you want what's inside, Mu Xuanche?"
"Bright Moon, stop messing around." I was getting anxious from this bizarre situation and quickly said, "Tell me what's going on!"
"Gu Yanxi, shut up," Shangguan Mingyue coldly replied, her tone and expression completely different from usual.
A chill ran down my spine. Why was Shangguan Mingyue acting like this?
Could it be that she was being controlled by something, just like Cuihua?
My master taught me that if a person is possessed by a ghost, her feet cannot stand straight on flat ground. A departing ghost also cannot fight with both feet firmly on the ground, because a person's feet must touch the earth to circulate the body's Yang Qi.
I quietly observed Shangguan Mingyue's feet; she stood upright with her legs straight, not even slightly on tiptoe.
My heart sank further.
If she wasn't possessed, how could she be like this?
Could it be that the Shangguan Mingyue I once knew was not her true self at all?
Mu Xuanche remained silent, and Shangguan Mingyue grew annoyed, shouting at him, "Mu Xuanche, don’t you want what’s inside this coffin? You know this is something you've been searching for for thousands of years. Don’t you want to take it back?"
I felt increasingly confused.
What exactly was in the coffin that had Mu Xuanche searching for it for so long?
Mu Xuanche fixed a cold smile on Shangguan Mingyue and finally spoke, "Alright, what are your terms?"
Shangguan Mingyue revealed a satisfied smile, her gaze suddenly landing on me with disdain. "I want you to kill Gu Yanxi and bring me her Heart. Then I will return your physical body."
I was left dumbfounded.
What? The thing inside the coffin was actually Mu Xuanche's physical body? How could this be possible?
I hurriedly pulled Mu Xuanche to get his attention, anxiously saying, "Your physical body? Isn't it back at my hometown?"
"No, what your family buried is just my birth date and time," Mu Xuanche replied, leaving me stunned. It dawned on me that Mu Xuanche had come to Zhao Village to find his physical body.
But why was his physical body in Zhao Village?
Clearly, this was not the time to ponder such questions, as Shangguan Mingyue had already poured gasoline over Mu Xuanche's coffin.
"Stop!" Mu Xuanche finally changed his expression and shouted angrily.
However, Shangguan Mingyue sneered, "Choose, Mu Xuanche. If you want your physical body, you'll have to trade it for Gu Yanxi's Heart. You know better than anyone how important this body is to you; without it, you'll never achieve Revival."
I was taken aback.
Mu Xuanche still had a chance for Revival?
Before I could even process this information, I suddenly felt a chill around my neck.
I was stunned and looked up to see Mu Xuanche staring coldly at me, his hand tightly gripping my throat.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Mu Xuanche, is he really going to kill me?
In shock, I felt my breathing becoming increasingly difficult, the air in my lungs growing thinner, and my head spinning.
Mu Xuanche looked at me with red eyes, filled with guilt.
"I'm sorry, Yan Xi..."
His deep and pleasant voice rang out, but my consciousness was fading more and more.
The darkness enveloped me, and only one thought remained in my mind.
Am I really going to die at Mu Xuanche's hands?
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