sjar Chapter 110 You're doomed, you had to provoke her.
Chapter 110 You're doomed, you had to provoke her.
"Wow!"
Phoenix, perched on Wu Zhao's shoulder, rushed quickly toward Ning Zhiyuan, who had already stopped breathing.
After hovering in mid-air for a while, it let out a puzzled exclamation: "Huh, his spirit has disappeared?"
Flying back to Wu Zhao's shoulder, Phoenix tilted its head in confusion: "Master, why can't I find his spirit?"
"Gone?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhao walked to Ning Zhiyuan's body.
Those unclosed eyes were empty, and a faint smile lingered on his aged face.
He knelt down and pressed his hand against Ning Zhiyuan's forehead.
In the fragmented image, the image of Shen Jiaojiao and a figure draped in a black cloak, with nothing visible from head to toe, vaguely appeared.
Then it turned completely black.
"He actually shattered the spirit at the moment of death, what a ruthless method..."
With a sigh, Wu Zhao raised his hand and closed his eyes.
"It ran away again." Playing with the bone flute in his hand, Wu Zhao muttered to himself, "It's so familiar with me, could it be that some old acquaintance came back without drinking the Meng Po soup?"
Why is she in such a sorry state? Her strength is recovering so slowly. I wonder which old acquaintance is still holding a grudge against her?
But didn't she kill off almost all of her old acquaintances back then...?
Wu Zhao pondered with some uncertainty.
Lan Yao took a wet wipe out of his bag and handed it to her. "Miss, please wipe your hands."
She skillfully took Wu Zhao's hand and gently wiped her fingers, her movements practiced and experienced.
Wu Zhao chuckled softly as he watched her unconscious yet practiced movements.
"What's wrong?" Lan Yao asked, looking up when he heard her laughter.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to praise how capable you are." Wu Zhao couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her cheek.
"It still feels as soft as before," Wu Zhao thought to herself.
"Let's go back too." Stretching, Wu Zhao rubbed his temples. "I'm a little tired."
Summoning Phoenix used up most of the purple energy he had borrowed from Gu Chen, leaving him with very little spiritual energy left in his body.
Phoenix gently nuzzled Wu Zhao's face and tentatively asked, "Master, can I not go back yet? You know, I'm different from those guys; I don't need to absorb your power to maintain my existence in the human world!"
"I'll be good, please let me stay here! I don't want to go back to that dark place!"
The furry touch brushed against his cheek, making Wu Zhao feel a little itchy.
"What?! No way!" Lan Yao almost cried out in surprise. How dare this stinky bird get so close to the matriarch of the family!
“...Alright.” Wu Zhao didn’t object. He used most of his power to summon him, intending to keep him by his side.
After all, he was no ordinary demon god; he was once... a celestial beast in the mortal realm.
Phoenix was overjoyed: "Great, Master! I'll definitely be a good boy and not cause any trouble!"
He flapped his wings rapidly, his heart filled with excitement.
"Miss, this isn't right!" Lan Yao whispered. "He's a man!"
Phoenix immediately exploded: "What male! I'm a man! Not a real bird! You filthy brat, how dare you—"
Wu Zhao chuckled and said, "Alright, it's not her fault for not knowing the truth."
Upon hearing this, Lan Yao felt even worse.
If the male isn't good enough, then the female is even worse!
Wu Zhao was completely unaware of her somewhat distraught thoughts and walked straight out of the amusement park.
"Let's go, the security personnel have arrived."
Police cars started arriving at the park, and Wu Zhao had Lan Yao drag Yan Bin to the entrance to greet them.
As soon as the Shenzhen Garrison officers got out of their car, they saw the two of them standing leisurely at the entrance of the amusement park, with a person lying on the ground next to them, almost unrecognizable and whose life or death was unknown.
"Who...who called the police?" the lead officer asked uncertainly.
Lan Yao crouched down, lifted Yan Bin by one leg, and dragged her forward a few steps. "It's me. There's a criminal here to hand over to you. Oh, and there's a dead person inside too, you can hand them over to him as well."
“He’s a sorcerer. There must be some sorcerers among your own people, right? You could send someone to confirm. We just happened to be passing by and discovered him.”
After hearing what she said, a handsome young man with a bald head stepped out from the crowd.
"Huh." Wu Zhao was somewhat surprised when he saw the little bald head: "What is your relationship with the old monk of Linghan Temple in the capital? Your spiritual energy is quite impressive."
Could this inherited spiritual energy be from his disciples or grand-disciples?
The young monk, seeing such a beautiful person for the first time, blushed slightly: "I, I am Chan Jing, an orphan whom Master Kongyuan's eldest disciple picked up. I, I have studied with Master Kongyuan for a while."
“That’s perfect, why don’t you go inside and take a look?” Wu Zhao pointed behind him. “I’ll have Lan Yao take you.”
The young monk Chan Jing first spoke with his companions before blushing and following Lan Yao into the amusement park.
"Hello, may I ask your name? I am He Lanjue, the captain of the Special Operations Team of the Shenzhen Garrison Command."
The man who spoke first walked up to Wu Zhao. "I know you didn't just happen to be passing by. Gu Jiaxi is my good brother."
“Tsk, I know.” Wu Zhao nodded. She sensed Gu Jiaxi’s karmic aura from this man. “He saved your life, otherwise you would have died three years ago.”
He Lanjue's expression remained unchanged. "Yes, I don't think he has mentioned me to you."
Because that mission was top secret, Gu Jiaxi would not reveal it to anyone.
Therefore, Wu Zhao figured it out himself.
"I...I'd like to ask you for a favor." He Lanjue's handsome and cold face showed a hint of embarrassment.
Wu Zhao smiled and said, "I probably can't help you. After all, I'm just a sorcerer, not a goddess who grants children!"
He Lanjue, blushing deeply, quickly explained, "No, I mean... I wanted to ask if the reason my lover and I haven't had children is because I have too much murderous aura?"
By the end, his face had turned somewhat pale.
Too much killing intent? Wu Zhao was somewhat surprised.
She sensed a powerful golden light of merit even before He Lanjue got out of the car, a light that was even stronger than that of Lin Lele's father back then.
"Why would you think that?" Wu Zhao asked rhetorically.
“My wife and I have been married for five years, right after I survived that mission… but we still don’t have children.” He Lanjue’s expression was somewhat bitter.
“My wife has been in a bad mood because she can’t get pregnant… I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle it if this continues.”
He said softly, "Both she and I went to the hospital, and there's nothing wrong with our health... My mom believes in this kind of thing, and she specifically went to see someone who said—it's because my killing intent was too strong, which affected the spirit of the aborted child..."
"Nonsense." Wu Zhao interrupted him, and she carefully observed Helan Jue.
The gaze finally settled on the tangled red thread at the end, which was forcibly and tightly bound to Helan Jue's little finger by something unknown.
"Ha, you ruined someone else's marriage. If the one who was supposed to be reincarnated can't come, then you can't let anyone else come either!"
Wu Zhao laughed mockingly.
Before Helan Jue could say anything, he only saw Wu Zhao raise his hand and make a pulling motion in the air.
She was very strong, so strong that Helan Jue heard the sound of a rope snapping.
The next moment, he suddenly felt his mind go blank, as if something had been lifted from his eyes.
"What about your wife now?" Wu Zhao asked abruptly.
My wife...? He Lanjue subconsciously thought of someone.
All that came to mind was a pair of eyes filled with tears, filled with despair and sorrow.
A sudden, sharp pain shot through his heart, and he staggered a few steps, nearly falling.
"How can it be……"
He Lanjue looked up in disbelief, "I... how could I marry someone who isn't yours..."
Wu Zhao took a breath. "Your red thread of fate was deliberately broken and tied to someone else. The person who was supposed to grow old with you was your lover from three lifetimes."
“Your child made a vow in his past life to be your child again in the next life. He has accumulated great merit, so naturally no one can stop him from being reborn into your family.”
Upon seeing the spirit suddenly appear floating in mid-air, he bowed respectfully.
"Unfortunately, when he arrived he found that his mother had been replaced, so naturally he refused to continue."
He Lanjue's temple veins bulged. "No wonder...no wonder I always had this bad feeling..."
"Please help me, Master!" He pounced over like lightning, grabbing Wu Zhao's arm tightly.
Wu Zhao's lips twitched, and he was about to speak.
Behind her came Lan Yao's hurried footsteps, accompanied by her incredulous voice.
"Miss, it's not good."
"Patriarch, something's happened to the patriarch!" Lan Yao rushed over and said quickly, "News has come from the capital that the patriarch has been placed under house arrest by the old master!"
Swallowing hard, Lan Yao stammered, "The reason, the reason is... the patriarch, covets, covets Yue Jinsheng's wife!"
boom!
An invisible wind spread from Wu Zhao's feet, directly blowing He Lan Jue and Lan Lan Yao away.
As his robes fluttered, a faint crimson light shone in Wu Zhao's eyes.
"Very well, I'd like to see who's after whom!"