Chapter Eighty-Five: Borrowing the Dead to Resurrect the Soul
"I'm sorry." Wu Zhiyuan pondered for a long time before he came up with this apology.
"Excuse me?" Dong Qian sneered a few times, with murderous intent on her face, "The revenge of killing and humiliating, just a sentence of sorry is over?" ”
"But after all, that is the grudge between our ancestors and you, and it has nothing to do with our descendants, you can't kill innocents indiscriminately." Wu Zhiyuan said in a pleading tone, he knew that what Dong Qian said was true, and the Wu brothers, the ancestors of Wujia Village, were indeed ashamed of her, so as a descendant of the Wu family, he was the first to lose three points in this matter.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter if it's a good one, you have a clean hand, there is a good saying, the father pays the debt to the son, shouldn't their children and grandchildren bear the sins committed by those two beasts?" Dong Qian's face was angry.
Dong Qian's aggressiveness made Wu Zhiyuan speechless for a moment, the ancestor of Wujia Village had indeed done something that hurt heaven and reason, and he, a descendant of the Wu family, could not escape the involvement.
"However, you have also seen that Wujia Village is now empty, and even the ancestral tomb and ancestral hall have been destroyed, even if you want to take revenge, you ......" At this point, Wu Zhiyuan stopped abruptly, he wanted to say that even if Dong Qian wanted to take revenge, he couldn't find anyone, but he thought that he was the only one left in Wujia Village, and the big mistake made by the ancestors of Wujia Village had to be borne by himself?
"Ha Lu Ha...... These cowards can hide from mortals, but they can't hide from me, I know that they are hiding near this village, and I don't believe they will never come out! Dong Qian laughed wildly, but the face on her face was the same as Sheng Wanxiang, she suddenly stopped laughing, and looked at Wu Zhiyuan gloomily, "Don't worry, I will definitely kill you the last!" ”
"If you want to kill me, I Wu Zhiyuan is by no means greedy for life and afraid of death, but what about her?" Wu Zhiyuan pointed at Dong Qian's face.
"This woman has been out of work for a few days, and I can barely use her body for the time being." Dong Qian stroked her cheek with her hand and said softly, "She is just the body of an eldest lady, but the skin and flesh are rougher, presumably she has done housework, I am as noble as jade at home, never stained with oil and salt, I can use this skin, it can be regarded as a blessing from her cultivation." ”
Wu Zhiyuan immediately understood when he heard this, it turned out that this Dong Qian was borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, using Sheng Wanxiang's body, and she still retained her temperament as a big lady when she was born, no wonder she didn't cook before and after meals every day, and she didn't clean up the dishes and chopsticks.
"Where's the evening? Your soul has gone into her body, where has her soul gone? Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly asked, he had long known about the separation of the soul from the body, because he had also had such an experience.
"She is now probably registered in the roster of hell." Dong Qian laughed.
"You...... You killed her? Wu Zhiyuan asked in astonishment.
"She's so badly injured, I'm just going to end her pain sooner." Dong Qian had a sinister and smug smile on her face.
Wu Zhiyuan suppressed the anger in his heart, he didn't want to have a head-on conflict with Dong Qian right now There are two reasons, the first is that the ancestors of Wujiacun are ashamed of her, and the second is that she occupies Sheng Wanxiang's body, once there is a conflict, he is not only afraid that he will not be able to do it, but also worried about hurting Sheng Wanxiang's body.
"Don't be whimsical, you can't help me at all." Dong Qian seemed to see through Wu Zhiyuan's thoughts, she sneered, turned over and got off the kang, and walked towards the door.
The Moon Shadow Fuxian rushed over from the middle of the room, just in front of Dong Qian, and the magic knife in his hand was already out of its sheath, and at the same time it was on Dong Qian's neck.
"Your cultivation is indeed good, but you can't restrain me either." Dong Qian's eyelids drooped, and she looked at the Blood Shadow Demon Knife in front of her neck indifferently, revealing a look of no fear.
"I can't restrain you, but I can cut off your head!" Moon Shadow Fuxian sneered arrogantly.
"Tut-tut, it's really a good knife, it's a pity that I followed the wrong master." Dong Qian sighed in admiration, raised her eyes and glanced at the Moon Shadow Fuxian, "If you have the ability, you can cut it, I don't care about dying one more time, besides, this body is not mine!" ”
"I will fulfill you!" Moon Shadow Fu Immortal snorted coldly, and the blade of the magic knife in his hand turned.
"Let her go!" Wu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped.
Moon Shadow Fuxian was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment and then put the knife into its sheath.
"You can go, but this body is not yours in the first place, you must stay!" Wu Zhiyuan ordered firmly.
"At the beginning, I possessed this skin bag in order to find out the whereabouts of the people in Wujia Village, but I didn't expect it to be seen through by you, and now this skin bag is useless, so it's better to give it back to you." Dong Qian's voice settled, and her body began to twitch, like a sheep epileptic attack, she fell to the ground, her limbs twitched constantly, and her mouth made a slurred "whine" sound.
Wu Zhiyuan and Moon Shadow Fuxian looked at each other, neither of them understood why she suddenly reacted like this, and when they were puzzled, Dong Qian on the ground suddenly stopped twitching and lay there on her side and no longer moved.
Wu Zhiyuan leaned over and tested her snort, and found that there were no signs of life, to be exact, Sheng Wanxiang had passed away, and Dong Qian had left Sheng Wanxiang's body.
Looking at Sheng Wanxiang's corpse lying on the ground, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, although he did not see Sheng Wanxiang leave in pain, but the voice and smile of the former beauty formed a big gap with the scene at this time, which made him difficult to accept for a while.
After standing for a long time, Wu Zhiyuan carried Sheng Wanxiang's body to the kang and pulled a quilt over her to cover her.
"Brother Zhiyuan, Wanxiang is no longer there, we should let her be buried in peace." Moon Shadow Fuxian reminded him.
"I've waited for the first seven." Wu Zhiyuan replied unrelentingly.
Moon Shadow Fuxian could understand Wu Zhiyuan's mood, and seeing him so persistent, he stopped talking.
Wu Zhiyuan sat on the kang all day, silent, he was not completely immersed in the grief of Sheng Wanxiang's death, but thinking about what to do next.
Dong Qian possessed Sheng Wanxiang, undoubtedly to find out the whereabouts of the villagers, and then catch them all, and now the conspiracy has been revealed, but she will never give up on this, and she must still be looking for the villagers' hiding places.
If her guess is correct, then the villagers of Wujia Village may really be hiding somewhere, and what Wu Zhiyuan wants to do now is to find the hiding place of the villagers before Dong Qian, tell everyone the whole thing, or find Dong Qian and persuade her to let go of revenge.
Wu Zhiyuan thought about it again and again, thinking that it would be difficult to do both of these things.
Thinking about it repeatedly in his mind, Wu Zhiyuan leaned against the corner of the wall and fell asleep.
In the haze, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly felt a chill suddenly hit, he shivered, reached out and tightened his collar, opened his eyes in a daze, and couldn't help but be surprised!