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“Qiqi.” Wei Ning woke up from a terrifying dream, tightly clutching the jade figure in his arms, only to find he was grasping at nothing. His mind jolted awake, and he quickly rolled out of bed, but the person he sought had long vanished without a trace.
“Qiqi.” Wei Ning wanted to shout, but his voice came out hoarse; no matter how hard he tried, he could not call out.
A miracle did not happen; Qiqi was truly gone.
On the ground, petals formed a line of words: The Blood-Soaked Begonia has a strong vitality; after three days, it will bloom throughout the cave, allowing you to push open that stone door and escape.
The flowers bloomed, yet the person had faded away.
The vast expanse of Blood-Soaked Begonia began to surge forth like a seductive demon, blooming in an instant, bearing fruit in another, and then blooming again—this cycle continued. The flowers could wither and bloom again, but once a person left, they would never return.
Wei Ning smiled; he couldn’t cry, so he could only laugh.
He watched as the Blood-Soaked Begonia rapidly bloomed and withered, gradually pushing open the door until sunlight streamed in.
He stood there, motionless.
“Thank you.” Wei Ning suddenly spoke. Sometimes when one person's gratitude towards another is so immense that even life itself cannot repay it, saying thank you feels utterly insignificant.
Yet Wei Ning still uttered those three words because it was all he could offer to Qiqi now.
Footsteps echoed behind him.
Someone sighed deeply behind Wei Ning and said, “How long do you plan to stand here?”
The Phoenix Maiden had appeared at Wei Ning's back without him noticing. She continued, “Today marks Qiqi's Seven Days of Mourning. If you miss today, you will never be able to summon her spirit again.”
Her words jolted him awake from his stupor.
“Damn it!” Wei Ning slapped himself hard across the face.
Right. Wei Ning suddenly realized; he had saved Zhang Mao—why couldn’t he save Qiqi?
Wei Ning quickly took out the compass in his hand and began calculating Qiqi’s return date. He then pulled out the divination cups and called out loudly, “Is it possible to seal the coffin at midnight?”
“Mao Time Can we seal the coffin?!”
“Ding Time Can we seal the coffin?!”
A series of twelve divinations all yielded angry results, “No, no, there must be a date for the soul to return,” Wei Ning said, his hands trembling as he held the divination cup.
“You can’t calm your mind like this; how can you achieve communication between the living and the dead?” Phoenix Maiden replied.
“Yes, yes, calm your mind, you’re right!” Wei Ning quickly nodded, taking out the Yama Paper. He waved it in the wind several times, but it never ignited.
“It must be because of the cold and dampness,” Wei Ning muttered to himself as he rushed out of the cave. Yet, the Yama Paper still wouldn’t catch fire. “Damn it!” he cursed, trembling as he pulled out a lighter to ignite it, but unfortunately, the Yama Paper refused to burn.
“Damn it!” Wei Ning felt despair wash over him as he scattered the Yama Paper, watching it flutter in the air like butterflies.
What Wei Ning didn’t realize was that Zhang Mao could return because his physical body was still intact. However, for Qiqi, sometimes those in despair should not be given even a glimmer of hope; for once hope is given, they will only desire more.
The warm sunlight fell upon Wei Ning, causing him to shiver.
“No, no. I can’t let Qiqi leave me like this,” Wei Ning said urgently. “Soul Cloth, I need Qiqi’s soul garment; help me find it.”
The so-called Soul Cloth refers to the clothing worn by the deceased while alive. When a soul summoner encounters difficulties in summoning a spirit, they may use familiar clothing of the deceased to attract their soul back. This clothing is also known as “belly cloth.” Because it was worn by the deceased in life, it carries their skin’s fragrance and has a dual connection of “**” and “breath”; if used for summoning, the soul might be drawn back by its familiar scent or shape.
Wei Ning frantically searched inside the cave but found nothing. At this moment, Qiqi’s physical form had already turned into a sea of swaying Blood-Soaked Begonia. There was no piece of clothing she had worn in life within this Cave God Cave.
After a frantic search, Wei Ning suddenly collapsed to the ground. Phoenix Maiden, watching his frantic actions, felt a complex mix of emotions flash through her eyes; she was momentarily unsure how to feel.
Suddenly, Wei Ning lifted his head, his eyes one gold and one red. He spoke slowly, “Since none of these methods work, there’s only one last resort left.”
A sense of foreboding surged within Phoenix Maiden, and she exclaimed, “Are you really going to use that method?”
Wei Ning’s cold gaze pierced into Phoenix Maiden’s heart. His voice carried no emotion as he said chillingly, “Qiqi shouldn’t have died; they caused her death. I’m going to seek them out for some compensation. Is that wrong?”
“But that method is also poisonous to Moon, isn’t it?” Phoenix Maiden urged anxiously. “That would mean sacrificing ten thousand living lives.”
Wei Ning said in a deep voice, "If Qiqi can be revived, what harm is there in killing all the subordinates?" At that moment, Wei Ning's gaze was cold, his expression twisted and resembling a demon, completely unlike the familiar, honest, and upright Wei Ning known for his strong sense of justice.
After death, the soul must leave the Azure Sky and Yellow Springs. Where else could it go? Moreover, in the Miao Region with its countless mountains and ridges, finding the thirteen pulse points where Qiqi circulates is nothing short of a fantasy. Thus, Sorcerers would devise ways to guide these wandering souls, employing various methods; however, the most effective—and terrifying—method is singular: constructing the White Bone Bridge.
The greatest wish of a Vengeful Spirit in life is to achieve Reincarnation. According to legend, the path to Reincarnation begins with descending into the Yellow Springs, which involves crossing a bridge:
This is known as the Bridge of Helplessness.
The Bridge of Helplessness is said to be formed from countless skeletal arms, making it a true ghostly path. Once wandering souls find a bridge made of white bone arms, they believe they have reached the Bridge of Helplessness and will recklessly step onto it.
Sorcerers exploit this principle by building their own White Bone Bridge to lead Vengeful Spirits onto it, allowing them to naturally find the souls they seek.
However, constructing this White Bone Bridge is no easy task! It requires ten thousand living human arms.
Wei Ning strode out of the cave when Phoenix Maiden hurriedly blocked his path. "Wei Ning, you are angering the gods; you will be punished!"
A deep hatred shot from Wei Ning's eyes. His tone held not a trace of anger, sending a chilling wave through Phoenix Maiden's heart.
"Do not obstruct me; whoever stands in my way shall die!"
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