sjar Chapter 109 What Not to Do
Chapter 109 What Not to Do
The ghosts ate Feng Zhiyi, and their bodies became solid, as if they had taken something very nutritious.
They looked at his chaotic and ignorant soul with flickering eyes, but suddenly heard Zhu Jiu's cold voice.
"If you draw life from others, you should naturally give life back. This is cause and effect, and I will not interfere."
"But his soul and heart are mine."
Zhu Jiu stretched out his hand and held Feng Zhiyi's soul, whose eyes were closed, tightly in his arms.
Only she could see that on the forehead of Feng Zhiyi's soul, there was a cold and majestic word "evil" printed.
She touched his cold soul and felt a sharp pain in her heart.
She couldn't save him.
One day in the future, if the Heavenly Dao revives, Feng Zhiyi will certainly be entangled by this evil karma. By then, the higher he stands, the more miserably the resulting inner demons will cause him to fall.
Instead of doing that, it is better to face it now.
……
When the ghosts were resentful, Zhu Jiu casually took out the umbrella she had been using from her storage ring. She raised her hand to summon a light flame and threw the sword embryo and the umbrella in together.
A moment later, a gray oil-paper umbrella with a cherry-colored galanthus tree printed on it appeared.
The umbrella handle is as black as jade.
Zhu Jiu looked around and said, "If you believe me, then come in. After a hundred years or a thousand years, one day in the future when the Heavenly Dao descends, you will be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation and have the opportunity to be reborn."
The ghosts looked at each other in bewilderment. Reincarnation? Heaven's law? You must be kidding me.
But what if, after Zhu Jiu leaves, their ghost bodies dissipate, and it is an easy choice between entering the umbrella and waiting for an opportunity.
Besides, Feng Zhiyi... maybe they don't hate him as much as they imagined.
After all, the real culprit is dead.
In the end, all the ghosts got into the umbrella handle.
Zhu Jiu looked at Zhang Jiji.
The latter pondered for a long time, thinking that his peers had already died, he smiled bitterly, "The person is gone, so let it go in this life."
Zhu Jiu said: "I just didn't expect that you are not dead yet."
Zhang Jiji choked.
After his cultivation disappeared, Zhang Jiji, who was three hundred years old and seriously injured, had reached the time to die.
Zhu Jiu lowered his eyes again and said, "If you had told me about Feng Qingjue earlier, without all the fake wedding moves, you might have saved them." And also prevented Su Huan from getting into trouble.
But in fact.
The information that Zhang Jiji and she had was not shared with each other.
Zhang Jiji didn't know that Zhu Jiu had been suspicious for a long time. He was afraid that if he told it, Zhu Jiu would not only think he was ridiculous, but also expose the matter to Feng Qingcheng.
By then, all the previous efforts would be wasted. As it concerned the lives of the entire city, he did not dare to take the risk and chose to forcibly threaten Feng Qingcheng with Lily, but he could not let Feng Qingcheng notice, which caused many troubles.
As a result, the opportunity for rescue was missed.
Zhang Jiji was stunned for a long time, with regret in his eyes.
Zhu Jiu ignored him and stuffed the glazed sword heart back into Feng Zhiyi's chest. The latter's ghost body gradually solidified, like a real body.
But he is no longer human.
The umbrella that Zhu Jiu specially refined by incorporating a strand of his own soul is of a higher level than a holy weapon, and has no other function except to conceal the ghost body.
The wind stops my mind, and I can no longer survive without it.
Zhu Jiu looked at him deeply, his eyes full of sorrow.
When I saw him at Yingning Hill that day, he was a young man full of talent and ambition, but now, he is not even a human being.
……
Zhu Jiu went to the city gate. Among so many ghosts, she didn't see Su Huan alone. It didn't make sense.
When she arrived, she was slightly startled. A white figure was squatting beside the unconscious Lily, hugging his knees in a daze.
When he saw Zhu Jiushi, his handsome eyes were clear yet confused.
This state of ignorance is more like a pure spirit without any resentment or hatred.
Zhu Jiu approached and saw that Su Huan seemed to be attracted by something and stood up and floated towards the mountains.
Zhu Jiu frowned and followed. At a pond, Su Huan stopped, turned back and smiled at Zhu Jiu, then turned around and jumped into the water...
In a flower.
The green vines and leaves are as clear as jade, and the white petals on the stems are stacked into flower buds.
Zhu Jiu was stunned. Qiye Chonghua? How could this thing be blooming beside this ordinary pond?
She went forward to investigate, but found that Su Huan's soul had attached itself to it and disappeared, and even she couldn't find it.
Bizarre.
……
When Zhu Jiu placed the sealed umbrella with the words "Ye Yao" engraved on it next to Feng Zhiyi, Zhang Jiji had already passed away.
At this point, all the Jialan people were finally wiped out.
Zhu Jiu stood alone on the city wall. The rain had stopped and the sky was about to brighten. The smoke from the kitchens was still lingering, but corpses were scattered all over the city, leaving only a desolate scene.
She casually pulled out the sword from the waist of a city guard corpse.
With a heavy heart, he performed a set of sword moves according to his heart. It was neither gorgeous nor practical, but rather seemed like some ancient technique used in soul-calming rituals.
The rhythm was magnificent. At the end, Zhu Jiu wiped half of his face with his left hand, and stabbed the sword in his right hand against his arm, turning into silver light and piercing the chest of every corpse except Su Huan.
At this moment, the morning light shone down, falling on her compassionate eyes that seemed to be frowning.
Like a statue of a god.
At this moment.
"Youyou! I woke up... Oh my god! Why are you running among the dead!"
The lazy voice of the Star Lord was frightened and raised in pitch, suddenly ringing in Zhu Jiu's soul.
Zhu Jiu was startled for a moment, and his solemn expression suddenly became relaxed, as if he was surprised to see an old friend.
She came up and screamed, "Star Lord, Star Lord, Star Lord, Star Lord!"
Xingjun replied: "What are you doing?"
Zhu Jiu: "Nothing, I just miss you."
Xingjun hissed, "...Awesome, tell me, what tragedy has happened to you again?"
If Zhu Jiugou wasn't in a bad mood, what good words could he say?
Zhu Jiu led Baihe to the depths of the Shifang Mountains, and said coldly as he walked, "Don't worry, wait until I kill that bastard King Kong Ape!"