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In a daze, I seemed to hear some voices. As my consciousness slowly awakened, those voices became clearer.
It was the sound of two women conversing, seemingly just outside my door.
"You can't kill her," one voice said, familiar and often heard. Who could it be?
Then a cold, hard voice replied, "I have to kill her."
"Do you dare?" The other person seemed angry, retorting sharply.
I cautiously crawled out of bed, holding my breath. To avoid making any noise, I chose to crawl to the window to take a look. The woman speaking was indeed Shangguan Mingyue.
She had her back to me, and the person trying to stop her from killing me—who could it be?
Why did her silhouette seem so familiar? When my eyes caught sight of the Bronze Sword she had at her waist, I widened my eyes in shock.
I silently crawled back to bed, staring wide-eyed at the Flower Board, my mind in chaos.
I must have seen it wrong, or it was a scheme by the Cult of Spirits. That person couldn't possibly be Shangguan Mingyue; it was absolutely impossible.
Hearing footsteps approaching, I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to still be unconscious.
I could sense that someone had walked right in front of me, and there was more than one person.
"Still sleeping? This medicine is so potent," one of them remarked.
It was the voice of Imposter Shangguan Mingyue; I recognized it immediately, having just heard it moments ago.
Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was splashed all over my face.
Normally, I would have jumped up in shock, but I was someone who had fallen into a coma. To avoid letting them notice that I was slowly waking up, I forced myself to act.
When I met the gaze of Imposter Shangguan Mingyue, I immediately put on a terrified and angry expression.
"Ha ha, are you happy to see me?" Imposter Shangguan Mingyue laughed triumphantly at me.
I raised the corners of my mouth and retaliated with a cheerful smile, "Ha ha ha, does it still hurt from our last fight?"
"You..."
Imposter Shangguan Mingyue's face twisted in anger, her brows furrowing tightly as she raised her hand and slapped it toward my face.
"Smack!"
With a sharp sound, my head was knocked sideways, and blood spattered from the corner of my mouth.
The strong metallic taste of blood made me feel nauseous; I almost wanted to vomit.
Turning my head, I spat out the blood from my mouth.
Imposter Shangguan Mingyue was still unhappy and prepared to hit me again. I had initially wanted to stand up and resist.
Unexpectedly, her hand was grabbed first.
It was only then that I noticed that Chuchen had entered with Imposter Shangguan Mingyue.
It seemed I had truly stepped into the stronghold of the Cult of Spirits, and even Chuchen had appeared.
Having her hand caught, she was extremely displeased, glaring at Chuchen and saying, “Chuchen, what do you mean by this? Why do you keep protecting her? Are you planning to betray the Master?”
Chuchen did not answer directly. She shook off Shangguan Zili's hand and looked at her coldly, saying, “Shangguan Zili, don’t go too far.”
So her name was Shangguan Zili.
Mingyue also had the surname Shangguan. With both of them looking identical, could they be sisters?
I was stunned by my own speculation and quietly examined Shangguan Zili. If this face wasn’t made from a human skin Mask, then it could almost be confirmed that she and Shangguan Mingyue were indeed sisters.
What a strange turn of events! If they were sisters, how could one be in the Xuanzong while the other was in the Cult of Spirits?
Shangguan Zili pointed at me and said to Chuchen, “What have I done that’s excessive? The Master ordered me to kill this woman. What’s wrong with torturing her a bit before I do? As long as she ends up dead in the end, right? It’s you, Chuchen, who seems to be the one wanting to betray the Master.”
From Shangguan Zili's words, I understood that the Master of the Cult of Spirits had issued a command for me to die.
I just didn’t know who this mysterious Master was or why they wanted my life so desperately.
While I was still pondering this, Chuchen had already come over and pulled me up.
“What’s going on?”
I asked him, but he didn’t answer. He just kept pulling me outside.
“Don’t go,”
Shangguan Zili blocked the door. If we tried to leave,
Chuchen’s expression instantly turned cold. Seeing the veins bulging in his hand as he held mine made it clear how much he was holding back.
In the end, Chuchen had no choice but to explain, “Step aside. This is the Master’s order. I need to take her to the dungeon.”
I couldn’t understand why someone as free-spirited as Chuchen would be restrained by Shangguan Zili, this Demoness.
Upon hearing it was the Master’s command, Shangguan Zili’s expression softened slightly, but she still wouldn’t allow Chuchen to take me to the dungeon alone; she insisted on accompanying us.
After locking me in the dungeon, Shangguan Zili still wasn’t at ease. She waited for Chuchen to leave with her.
Before leaving, Chuchen glanced at me meaningfully.
Then he suddenly leaned down and kissed me. When his tongue touched mine, I stopped resisting.
After a moment, he released me, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he said, “I didn’t expect Mu Xuanche’s woman to taste so good.”
In response, I slapped him hard across the face.
He held his cheek with a devilish grin, rubbing it as I stared intently at him.
Then he smiled and grasped my chin, his fingers moving three times.
He forced me to meet his gaze, his expression dark and menacing as he coldly said, "I'll let you off this time. If you dare to lay a hand on me again, I'll make sure you regret it."
After throwing down his threat, he turned and walked out.
Seeing me treated this way seemed to please Shangguan Zili, who smiled at me while locking the cell door behind him as he left.
Once everyone had cleared out, I was able to calm myself and carefully examine the structure of the dungeon.
The dungeon was dark and damp, the air thick with a nauseating stench of decay mingled with the metallic scent of blood. It was hard to tell how long it had been since it was built.
There were still many dried and blackened bloodstains on the iron bars surrounding me, indicating that this place had held many prisoners.
As I scrutinized the dungeon, my tongue explored the hard object beneath my lip.
Just moments ago, Chuchen had kissed me under the pretense of something else, passing what appeared to be a key from his mouth to mine.
Earlier, he had rubbed his face repeatedly, and the gestures he made with his fingers seemed to indicate a number.
He had also signaled with his eyes for me to hit him, then pinched my face and tapped it three times.
These seemingly unrelated actions seemed to hint at something.
A key, a number, down.
What connection could there be among these? Or was Chuchen trying to help me escape on my own?
I moved to a corner of the wall and pretended to rest my eyes while actually keeping a close watch on my surroundings. I wondered if this dilapidated dungeon might have any modern surveillance equipment hidden away.
During those three days at the mountain lodge, I dedicated myself to studying the Taoist Canon. My grandfather had gained immense prestige from this book, and Liu Qingfeng had secluded himself in the countryside for over a decade because of it, even referring to my grandfather as his master. I believed that this book must possess extraordinary secrets.
What no one knew was that during those three days, I learned a technique for divination called the Paper Man.
The method was simple: I just needed to fold a piece of talisman paper into the shape of a Paper Man, then use my blood to draw runes on its back. Finally, by reciting the incantation, I could control the Paper Man to serve my purposes.
With the authority of the Demon God, recording the merits and demerits of all beings, I invoked the Lower Yuan Five Qi Relief Water Officer, obeying the urgent command of Supreme Lao Jun.
I quietly finished reciting the spell, and the Paper Man flew out through the fence. Although I couldn't see what was happening outside, I could sense the wind direction and sounds through the Paper Man. It felt like this dungeon was quite large; the Paper Man had been flying for a long time without encountering anything resembling a door.
"This is bad," I thought in alarm. I sensed that the Paper Man seemed to have been caught by something.
This was disastrous. If they discovered it, the guards would definitely tighten their control even more.
I felt increasingly anxious as a wave of Yin Qi drifted toward me. What should I do?
My racing heartbeat and steady breathing echoed eerily in the tense silence, becoming exceptionally clear.
Slowly, slowly, a White Shadow floated before me.
What was happening?
Wasn't she supposed to have already lost her soul? Why was she appearing here?
I could hardly believe my eyes. In this mysterious place, I discovered so much.
She reached out her hand towards me, and there lay my Paper Man, quietly struggling in the palm of her hand.
She spoke to me, "Is this yours?"
I nodded and asked, "Why haven't you lost your soul, Luo Qing?"
She smiled lightly, and I seemed to understand why she had left me with those words when she departed.
"Keep those close to your heart."
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