The Sword Named No Way Out - Chapter 5

“Evil cultivators can’t cultivate golden elixir, so they can’t forge immortal swords; demon cultivators can forge swords, but the one who appeared last night can’t be demon cultivators.” Meng Yunfei frowned suspiciously: “Could it be that the ghost cultivators are causing trouble in Linjiang City? Is the thing a ghost cultivator? – Then you have to go to the Twelve Mansions of Ghost Garden to continue the investigation, I’m afraid it will be troublesome.”

Linjiang Wang’s breath of relief didn’t come out, and he sucked it back directly: “Ghost, what about Guiyuan?”

Meng Yunfei said: “The Twelve Mansions of Guiyuan. It is the Underworld Mansion.”

For the first time ever, no one was killed in Linjiang City last night. Once the news was confirmed, the whole city was in a commotion. The singers and actresses crowded in front of the Xiuxian sect came to surround the palace again, and the long street was full of buzzing sounds. The poor prince was even more weeping with joy, he came rushing from the villa outside the city early in the morning, and dragged all the immortals to hold a banquet to reward him. However, Yu Chixiao and Meng Yunfei’s realm must have been bigu, only Gong Wei was eating a big pot of saliva chicken with relish, his chopsticks were not enough for him, and his hands were covered with red oil.

“If you want to catch a ghost cultivator, you must go to the underworld.” Meng Yunfei sighed and said, “But how can a living person go to the underworld? Unless Xu Zongzhu, Ying Mengzhu, or the three sects and four sages are powerful in this world, in order to compromise their own lifespan Yuan broke into the gate of Onigaki forcibly, otherwise there is absolutely no way to do it.”

Linjiang Wang seemed to be poured over his head by a bucket of cold water: “Then what should we do now? Will the ghost cultivator come back tonight?”

Meng Yunfei said: “It’s hard to say. It’s rare for a ghost cultivator to make trouble in a hundred years, and why he singled out the stunning beauty, I can’t think of it… Yuanju? What’s wrong with you?”

On the other side of the round table, Gong Wei’s whole body was buried behind the chicken bones that protruded like a hill and were still increasing in height. Yu Chixiao looked at him in disbelief, and after a while he turned back and asked with a blank expression:

“I’m very curious, my lord. May I ask what you think of the little fairy who doesn’t eat the fireworks in your heart?”

The King of Linjiang said firmly to the Chicken Bone Mountain: “Immortal wind and bones! Out of the dust and vulgarity!”

“…”

“…”

Yu Chixiao whispered to Meng Yunfei: “Why don’t you send him back to Cangyang Mountain? Isn’t that ghost cultivator only picking out stunning beauties? He probably doesn’t like this kid anymore…”

Gong Wei has been fond of human delicacies since his last life, and he especially loves eating chicken. He is the only one among immortal cultivators who refuses to live and die. For this reason, he has been ridiculed by various sects for a long time—the only one who survived Bigu , in order to cultivate into a fairy body, the reincarnation of the five grains is unclean. Therefore, the first requirement for recruiting disciples of various sects is to be able to endure the pain of bigu. The dignified dean of punishment and punishment has been out of shape all day, he can eat two catties of stewed chicken feet for a snack, he can eat melon seeds wherever he goes, and he even dragged the current Jianzong into the water, what else is there for him? Discipline the children of other families who made mistakes?

Gong Wei finally gnawed the last chicken bone, wiped his fingers with unsatisfied interest, and asked, “Is there any more?”

It’s really embarrassing, was he a fox in his previous life!

Yu Chixiao raised his eyebrows and was about to scold, “Xiang Xiaoyuan” suddenly covered his right eye, and said in a weak tone, “My eyes hurt. Last night that ghost Xiu beat me so badly.”

“…” The heroic and short-breathed Yuchi Shaoxia immediately fell three inches out of thin air.

King Linjiang hastily ordered his servants: “Kill all the chickens! Pass it to the kitchen!”

Meng Yunfei’s hair was tied with a silver crown, and he was wearing a moon-white robe with silver arrow sleeves inlaid. He has a strong figure and a gentle temperament. Hearing this, he leaned over to check Xia Gongwei’s right eye that didn’t even have a single eyelash, and said guiltily. : “Xiang Xiaogong is generous to help, we should do our best to keep you safe, but it is my fault to implicate you in such a dangerous situation. It will never happen next time.”

Gong Wei looked at him gratefully, and said to himself that you look like a modest gentleman, but you are actually one of the chief culprits who frantically recruited me as bait. Waiting for the two of you to rescue her, the little charmer’s body was cold last night, next time I’ll do it myself next time, the headmaster!

“My lord, my lord!” At this time, there was a commotion outside the door, and after a while a long follower rushed in like crazy: “Your lord is not good! Someone died outside again!”

The faces of the people in the room changed instantly, and Yu Chixiao got up abruptly: “Where are you?”

“Outside the mansion, that, those girls!”

The rich gates of the royal residence burst open, and Yu Chixiao led a group of disciples to walk down the stone steps quickly, only to see the loud wailing and wailing on the Qingshi Long Street, and the sedan chairs of all the courtesans and singers crowded around, leaving a large open space in the middle, Three or four women fell to the ground bleeding from their heads, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

A woman in a lake blue dress waved a gold hairpin like crazy, and several terrified maids couldn’t hold her back, only to hear her blushing and crying: “Little bitch! How can you bully me?!” He mourned: “Zhen Yun, Zhen Yun! You don’t love me, so why do you want to redeem me? You have missed me!” As he spoke, he stabbed the sharp hairpin that was dripping blood into his right eye!

She stabbed her right eye too!

Gong Wei suddenly became suspicious, and when he said it was too late, then it was too soon, Yu Chixiao waved his hand across the air, the golden hairpin came out, and the woman stabbed in the air. She didn’t give up, she slammed into the horse post in front of the palace gate, seeing that blood was about to splatter on the spot, Yu Chixiao stood a few steps away and pressed down with her backhand, the woman instantly collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide open and twitching uncontrollably.

Yu Chixiao ordered in a low voice: “Go and stop her, she will bite her tongue!”

The servants of the palace were afraid that something would happen in front of their door, and several of them rushed to pull her chin at the same time. At this time, there was a sudden sound of “Zheng—” from the strings of the piano. At the first hearing, it sounded like a bright moon between pines and a clear spring on a stone, and then there was an undeniable sense of coercion, and the woman who was about to bite her tongue, who was struggling violently, straightened up instantly. As soon as it was poured, pearls, jade hairpins, rings, bamboo fans and sachets were scattered all over the ground.

It’s Meng Yunfei!

Holding the piano with one hand and plucking the strings with the other, Meng Yunfei stepped across the threshold of the palace. He was usually very gentle, but at this moment his face was covered with frost, and he listened slightly, as if carefully distinguishing something from the invisible sound waves of the piano, and suddenly said: “Not good.”

Yu Chixiao’s heart froze: “What?”

“Here it comes.”

—here it comes.

Behind Yu Chixiao, Gong Wei seemed to feel something, and slowly turned his head to look at the majestic palace.

At this time, there were screams in the street, and I saw that the servants of the palace closest to the woman suddenly froze, and then their expressions twisted, one of them ran towards the guards trembling, grabbed the waist knife and killed himself with the knife, others even There was no time to stop them, and their heads fell to the ground with a thud; the others rushed towards the crowd like mad cows with knives, and the scene suddenly exploded, and it was about to cause a catastrophe!

Everyone was running and trampling in all directions, but Gong Wei seemed to be out of all the chaos, squinting his eyes and looking up.

In the distance, on the glazed tile roof of the palace, a headless, faceless gray-robed ghost with a sword in hand was condescending, walked across the riotous long street, and looked at him quietly.

No one can see it, and the fairy talisman cannot sense it.

“…What the **** are you?” Gong Wei narrowed his eyes and thought.

The countless rotating scarlet lights in the ghost hood flickered, like a mysterious smile.

With a loud bang, Meng Yunfei slammed the piano in front of him, dialed his ten fingers again, and the pitch changed abruptly. In an instant, it was like a huge wave of the sky, and several men who were beheading people turned their eyes white at the same time, and stopped in a daze. Footsteps, the machete fell to the ground with a few clangs. The King of Linjiang broke free from the guards and rushed out from the Zhumen. Seeing the situation, he said “Okay!” Before he could say it, suddenly another scream broke out from the other side not far away!

—I saw the fallen woman as the center of the circle, and the rows of people around suddenly seemed to suffer from madness at the same time. Throat, the situation changed suddenly in the blink of an eye, five or six people fell to the ground and died at the same time!

Meng Yunfei was furious: “Who is here? How dare you do this!” After saying that, he suddenly got up, and slapped the steel strings heavily with five fingers. The unconscious woman under the steps strode forward.

At this moment, the ghost suddenly turned to Meng Yunfei’s back, as if he had discovered something of great interest.

Gong Wei stopped abruptly: “Don’t go there!”

—It’s too late.

Every time Meng Yunfei took a step, the pitch of the piano was raised, and the murderous aura became very fierce, and the frenzied crowd around them lost their strength and fell to the ground, like the surface of the sea being flattened alive. However, at the moment when he approached the center of the crowd, a glimmer of sunlight happened to leak through layers of dark clouds, and there seemed to be a flash of light on the side of the woman.

Meng Yunfei’s footsteps stopped suddenly, and his whole body stood still in place.

Yu Chixiao immediately realized something was wrong: “Yunfei?”

Meng Yunfei turned his head inch by inch, his movements were extremely stiff, as if he was using all his will to contend against some terrible force. His eyes were distracted for a while, struggling for a while, and stiff for a while, and suddenly his eyes were bloodshot, and the long sword was unsheathed with a clang.

The celestial sword glowed brightly, like a dragon coming out of an abyss, and it cut down on the terrified crowd without hesitation.

He was also hit by a nightmare!

With a deafening bang, Yu Chixiao hastily drew his sword, held Meng Yunfei tightly, and shouted at the stunned crowd without looking back: “Run!”

At the moment when the reflective light flashed by the woman’s side, Gong Wei’s vision blurred, his mind was completely blank, and then his heart beat wildly uncontrollably.

Hired.

Even though he clearly knew in his heart that he could not be controlled by this evil thing and had to break free immediately, his mind became uncontrollably in a trance. Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of me blurred like a color block soaked by water, the thick fog dispersed in all directions, and the cold wind on the distant horizon swept in—

call!

The wind tore through the fog, and Gong Wei’s pupils dilated instantly.

It is no longer the chaotic Wangfu Street in front of me, but a wide high platform paved with white jade and lined with golden pillars. Below the platform, you can see the winter gray mountains and sea of ​​pine trees in the distance.

—At the beginning of the twenty-eighth year of Taiyi, he was promoted to Xiantai.

It was the day he died.

Gong Wei panted and lowered her head, knowing clearly that it was an illusion, but there was an extremely real pain in her left heart again, looking up along the blood-stained sword of Fu Nai, a familiar hand was holding the hilt tightly, On top of that was Xu Shuangce’s condescending face.

It’s false, it’s all false, in fact I’m already dead.

This is just an image created by evil spirits, I have been dead for sixteen years!

Gong Wei seemed to be trapped in the dying body of the previous life, and suddenly felt his hand move involuntarily, and then with a “pop!”, he firmly grasped the blade of the sword that was still stabbing into the heart, and let the blood flow smoothly. Five fingers flowed down: “…you…can’t…”

Xu Shuangce’s expression seemed to be shrouded in shadow, blurred.

Gong Wei heard his own panting voice in the illusion, choked with desperate sobs: “I…I like you, Xu Shuangce, you can’t treat me like this…”

As if a heavy hammer hit his soul tremblingly, Gong Wei thought in disbelief: What am I talking about?

He wanted to struggle out of this body reflexively, but the self in the phantom was extremely weak, and it was difficult to maintain such a simple movement of looking up at the other party. He could only watch Xu Shuangce bent down in despair, those cold and familiar eyes finally emerged from the shadows, with some indistinct bloodshot eyes for some reason.

“Gong Wei,” he said in a low voice, ignoring the obstruction, slowly and relentlessly pushing his sword hand down, “You don’t like me, you just—”

Snapped!

Suddenly there was a loud slap in the face, and the severe pain pulled Gong Wei’s sanity back instantly, and his soul fell back to the body of “Xiang Xiaoyuan” from the mid-air, almost staggering and falling to the ground.

Yu Chixiao grabbed him and yelled, “Wake me up! Run away!” Just as he raised his hand and was about to hit him a second time, Gong Wei suddenly got excited, without even thinking about it, the conditioned reflex swung his arm round and it was ten times louder. -Snapped!

Yu Chixiao: “…”

Gong Wei: “…”

Five red fingerprints quickly appeared on one side of Yu Chixiao’s face, and he was stunned.

Gong Wei waved his hands as if waking up from a dream, “…I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

There was a bang in his ears, and he saw that the long streets around him were in a mess, and dozens of people were lying here and there, completely unrecognizable of life or death. Meng Yunfei knelt down on one knee, soaked in blood all over his body, thrust his “Su Qing” sword into the ground to support his body, and barely stood up.

Not far away is his deadly piano, Yu Chixiao has broken two steel strings in the struggle, and it is still making a headache-ridden buzzing echo.

“Run! You will die if you stay here!” Yu Chixiao didn’t have time to care about the slap, and shouted in embarrassment: “Yunfei is a disciple of Le Sheng, I can’t stop him, take the token from your waist to ask for a sword at the Golden Gate Zong Chushan! Hurry up!”

On the top of the palace in the distance, the faceless ghost seemed to be getting closer, and for some reason it gave people a feeling of half-smile.

Gong Wei exhaled forcefully, the desire for severe dizziness and vomiting was finally suppressed slightly: “…I see.”

Yu Chixiao was puzzled: “What?”

“It’s fear.”

Gong Wei seldom disliked anyone. He had seen a lot of naughty children from various families in the punishment court in his previous life, and almost none of them could make him angry. Even Xu Shuangce had never been truly hated by him, not even in the sixteen years since he was killed.

However, the illusion aroused endless fear, anger and despair, and the anger eager for revenge burned and roared in his chest like a beast.

Even until now, as long as he recalled Xu Shuangce’s cold, bloodshot eyes in the illusion, he would involuntarily feel great hatred in his heart.

How can you treat me like this?

I know—I know—

Gong Wei closed her eyes forcefully, and suddenly an unbelievable thought came to her mind: Is the scene I saw really an illusion?

The desperation and anger are so real, could it be real, and the memories I thought were clear are fake?

Have I really returned from the depths of **** in the underworld? Is it Gong Wei or Xiang Xiaoyuan in this body?

“Xiang Xiaoyuan?” Yu Chixiao was anxious: “Xiang Xiaoyuan!”

Gong Wei opened his eyes suddenly, using this to forcibly pull himself out of the chaotic emotions, and said hoarsely: “This is a kind of illusion that makes people see the most terrifying scene in their hearts. Once in the nightmare, they can’t tell the difference between the illusion and the nightmare. Reality, so some people kill themselves with hatred, some fight desperately, and finally die from exhaustion, it all depends on the different scenes that everyone sees.”

Therefore, when the oiran throws rice balls, her mouth is stuffed with bark and cotton wool. She sees herself pawning her jewelry after she is old and decrepit, and living on the street without food. He beat himself up and fought back when he had no other way out; as for other victims who committed suicide, it was more or less related to what they were experiencing when they were in the nightmare, or to their most memorable situation.

And Gong Wei saw Shengxiantai sixteen years ago.

For a dead person, there is nothing more terrifying than reliving death.

But there is a problem that he can’t figure out: there must be a specific condition to activate the illusion, or say the same sentence, or do the same thing. How were the twenty-eight deceased recruited before?

“There is something in the woman’s arms on the ground, which is the ‘introduction’ for launching the illusion. Once you see it glowing, you will be hit. Be careful.” Gong Wei took a breath, waved Yu Chixiao’s support, stood up staggeringly and said: “No Run. That thing has come, it’s here, and we have to deal with it here.”

Although Yu Chixiao is arrogant, his moral standard determines that he can’t let such a low-level disciple risk his life, and immediately wants to stop it forcibly, but at this moment, Meng Yunfei stands up staggeringly, his face is stiff and livid, and in the blink of an eye ” “Su Qing” sword light has come to the eyes –

Gong Wei stared at the ghost in the distance, and he didn’t look at Yu Chixiao, or even Meng Yunfei, during that critical moment.

At the moment when the cyan sword light came to his head, he just waved his hand casually, only to hear “Dang!” There was a lightning-like crash, and his fingertips missed the sword, and then he grabbed Meng Yunfei’s arm with a snap, and snatched it away. Sword, kicked in the chest to Yu Chixiao who was caught off guard:

“—hold him down.”

Immediately afterwards, he waved his sleeves, his plain face was like frost and snow, and he held the Su Qing sword in his hand, and threw himself at the condescending ghost in the distance!