A Three Inch Adorable Wife Hidden in the Sleeve of the Chu King - Chapter 88

Chapter 88

It was a moonlit night.

The moonlight was naturally chilly, making the snow on the mountain look like white jade heaped together.

Qiu Hong carried a lantern as the group ventured out.

Qin Fengmian rubbed his frozen hands and followed behind Xie Xun and Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Their destination was near the Imperial Mausoleum.

The man in black wouldn’t dare approach the mausoleum itself, so he was bound to be keeping watch outside.

But the mausoleum grounds were vast, and it would likely take until dawn to search the entire area one by one.

Jiang Xiaoxiao halted, found a large rock, and brushed off the snow before sitting cross-legged on it. She released her spiritual perception to sense the surroundings.

She had clashed with the man in black before and remembered his aura, so it didn’t take long for her to detect his presence.

“This way,” Jiang Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, stood up, and pointed to the right.

Qiu Hong’s face displayed utter astonishment. The Grand Mistress had just locked onto the direction using her spiritual perception?

Even when tracking a disembodied soul, he would have to spin his compass for half a day.

And now, they were looking for a person.

Yet the Grand Mistress had managed it in less than a moment!

Using spiritual perception consumed a tremendous amount of spiritual power.

And one could only communicate with the elemental energies of heaven and earth, opening the Celestial Eye, after reaching a certain level of spiritual power.

His master had cultivated for so many years, but his spiritual power was still unable to break through the bottleneck.

But just now…

Qiu Hong doubted his own eyes, pursing his lips as he gazed towards Qin Fengmian.

Qin Fengmian shrugged, “Don’t look at me, I’ve been wondering myself if I’ve been following a false master these past two days.”

He was increasingly convinced that what they were learning was from an entirely different world compared to Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Otherwise, how could a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl manifest sword energies as easily as drinking water and release her spiritual perception to locate people as if it were child’s play?

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t notice the expressions of the two behind her, only pressing forward.

After walking for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, she finally stopped.

Qin Fengmian, lost in thought, nearly bumped into Xie Xun’s back.

He managed to halt in time and looked up.

When he saw the sight not far away, Qin Fengmian’s head went numb, and he nearly went limp.

It was a small hill.

On top of the hill sat the man in black, holding a clay Xun flute in his hands.

He brought the flute to his lips and blew gently, causing a swarm of human heads to stir below the hill.

Oh no, not human heads, but corpses.

Numerous corpses, mostly infants, all floating in the air, their hollow, lifeless eyes fixed on the man in black.

Qin Fengmian had been dealing with corpses since childhood and had seen infant corpses before.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered so many infant corpses, densely packed, and the sight made his skin crawl.

“Where did he…” Qin Fengmian couldn’t hide the shock on his face.

He wanted to ask where the man in black had obtained so many infant corpses.

Jiang Xiaoxiao suddenly turned and shushed him.

Qin Fengmian quickly closed his mouth, but his expression remained unsettled for a moment.

Jiang Xiaoxiao said, “If I’m not mistaken, these infant corpses will soon start wailing at the Imperial Mausoleum. Can you try to control them all before they start crying?”

“All of them?” Qin Fengmian finally understood why Jiang Xiaoxiao had made him exhaust his lifelong skills to seize corpses that day.

There must be over a thousand infant corpses here?

He had never controlled so many corpses at once before.

Could he do it?

“I’ll try my best.” Qin Fengmian’s voice was devoid of confidence, a far cry from his self-assured demeanor earlier that day.

“Hurry!” Jiang Xiaoxiao frowned.

The man in black was blowing the flute faster, and the infant corpses were stirring.

Qin Fengmian took out the Soul-capturing Bell and recited an incantation before shaking it repeatedly towards the infant corpses.

But it didn’t work.

The tune the man in black was playing seemed to possess some magic power, causing the infant corpses to ignore Qin Fengmian completely.

As a corpse wrangler, this was the first time he had encountered corpses disobeying his commands.

Qin Fengmian, disheartened, tried several more times unsuccessfully.

Qiu Hong grew anxious.

“Grand Mistress, what should we do now?”

Although the Yin Yang Office was responsible for catching ghosts and investigating cases, they couldn’t turn a blind eye if someone used evil arts to manipulate corpses.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wasn’t surprised that Qin Fengmian couldn’t control these corpses.

If the man in black were so easily defeated by a mere corpse wrangler, Jiang Xiaoxiao would have doubted they were facing the real threat tonight.

“Forget it, I’ll just go fight him.”

Rather than employing convoluted methods, a straightforward approach was better.

Qin Fengmian felt apologetic, “I’m sorry…”

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Qin Fengmian whipped his head around and saw, by the moonlight, a dense crowd of skeletons approaching them.

The skeletons advanced with synchronized steps.

Qin Fengmian clearly saw one skeleton whose head had fallen off. It turned back, picked it up, and tried to reattach it to its neck.

Unable to reattach it, the skull fell again. The skeleton bent down, picked it up once more, cradling its own head in its hands as it continued forward.

Qin Fengmian: “…”

He could control skeletons, but he had never encountered such intelligent ones before.

Had they become sentient?!

Qiu Hong’s face tensed, “Could these skeletons have also been summoned by the man in black?”

If that were the case, the opponent’s evil arts might be formidable, and he didn’t know if the few of them could handle it.

As he pondered this, those skeletons halted before Jiang Xiaoxiao, each raising their heads to gaze at her, as if awaiting her command.

Jiang Xiaoxiao: “…”

Xie Xun: “?”

Qiu Hong: “??”

Qin Fengmian: “???”

Could someone please explain to him what the hell was going on?!