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“Lele,” I turned around in surprise, only to see a pale face. Her eyes were completely white, devoid of any spark, and her lips had no trace of color.
This was clearly a corpse, but I had just felt her breath moments ago.
A sense of foreboding surged within me; this was not Lele. It was not Xiaonan either. I turned to look at Xiaonan, and sure enough, she had also lifted her head, her face equally pale, with all-white eyeballs and bloodless lips.
What was happening?
The ropes that had bound them both suddenly began to move. I stumbled back in fright as a ghost lunged toward me.
I swung my Silver Staff, striking it and causing it to vanish into thin air.
The ropes on Gao Lele's body writhed like snakes, making me feel nauseous. Yet she seemed oblivious, still calling my name: “Wheat!”
Behind me, Aunt Siyuan was now only two meters away, screaming as she lunged at me.
There was no way to avoid it; I had to run toward Gao Lele. Although I knew it was dangerous there too, I had no choice but to press forward.
Before I could steady myself, the ropes on Gao Lele suddenly fell to the ground with a loud crash and then began to slither across the floor toward me like they were possessed.
Damn it!
This Silver Staff wasn’t a sword that could cut through anything; there was no way to sever those things.
Before I could think of a solution, one of the ropes coiled around my neck while others locked my wrists and ankles. The Silver Staff clattered to the ground, and my prayer beads scattered everywhere.
It was then that I realized those ropes weren’t ropes at all; they were aquatic plants—yes, water plants.
How could there be water plants here?
The water plant tightening around my neck gradually pulled tighter, and then countless strands hurled me into the air. Just when I thought I would end up like that monk with my brain splattered everywhere, the water plants on Fang Xiaonan also began to whip toward me frantically.
Just like that, I found myself stretched out in all directions by the water plants, pulled to the center of the altar.
Aunt Siyuan was still cackling and singing that song, "It's raining, the dead are coming out, the ghosts are coming out, ha ha ha ha." She came down beneath my body, lifted her head to look at me, her eyes were closed, and though I couldn't see her, I felt as if she was staring right at me.
A chill ran down my spine.
Now I was truly isolated and helpless. Su Anrong couldn't come in, I couldn't get out, and now I was tied up like this with ghosts all around the altar. It was a miracle that I had survived this long.
Right, the altar was filled with ghosts. Why on earth could a normal person like me still be alive?
I realized something.
I wouldn't die for some unknown reason. Either they couldn't kill me, or they were afraid to kill me, or they simply didn't want to kill me. In any case, it seemed that I wasn't going to die anytime soon.
Since that was the case, there was nothing much for me to fear. Although being tied up like this was uncomfortable, looking up at the dense forest and hearing the sound of flowing water was somewhat enjoyable.
Wait a minute, the sound of water.
I remembered we had walked into the forest for quite a while; how could I still hear water?
As I pondered this, I suddenly noticed that droplets of water were beginning to fall from the leaves above me. Was it really raining?
"Plop." A drop of water landed on my face and trickled down my neck. It felt less like a drop of water and more like a worm; it slowly made its way behind my ear, and it seemed ready to burrow into my ear. I tightly shut my eyes and dared not breathe.
This time I was genuinely scared. The ear is the most sensitive and vulnerable part of the body; what would I do if my eardrum got pierced?
Suddenly, a faint whisper reached my ear, but I heard it clearly:
"I finally found you. From now on, I'll follow you for the rest of your life until you die. Ha ha ha ha."
I had seen many ghosts before, but no matter what they looked like, at least I could see them. However, this ghost's presence eluded me entirely; I refused to believe that drop of water could speak.
"Ah!" My body suddenly plummeted downward, and then I heard a familiar voice: "Wheat!" I fell into a cold yet strong embrace.
“Wheat,” Su Anrong’s voice had never sounded so frantic and hurried. A sharp pain shot through my head as I looked around, realizing I was standing in a small puddle. The scene was chaotic, with a monk whose head looked like a smashed watermelon and three people—Gao Lele, Fang Xiaonan, and Siyuan’s aunt—unconscious nearby.
Su Anrong suddenly shoved something into my mouth, and I immediately felt my mind clear. I touched my neck in panic. “Garlic paste, something dripped into my ear just now. Can you check if it’s still there?”
“It’s gone, you’re fine now.” He gently patted my back. “Honey, I’m sorry. I couldn’t break through that barrier earlier.”
“You mean that invisible layer is a barrier?”
“Yes. Although that monk isn’t particularly powerful, he chants scriptures every day, and the texts have become part of his blood. His blood flows within the barrier, covering it with the scriptures, which is why I couldn’t get in.”
“It’s okay; I’m out now, aren’t I?” I casually patted Su Anrong on the shoulder. “If you feel bad about it, hurry up and save those three. Show me what you can do.”
Initially filled with guilt, Su Anrong perked up at my words and said, “This is a small matter. They were just used as pawns. If they’re still alive, it means they’re not in any danger. We just need to wait; they’ll wake up on their own.”
Garlic Paste, did you really see the hopeful look in my eyes? Are you truly cherishing this opportunity to show off?
The three of them lay there motionless, and you say we should wait?
But there was no other option at this point, so I pouted and said, “Then let’s wait.” If they don’t wake up, you’ll be in trouble.
Clearly, Su Anrong might not have many skills, but his fortune-telling ability was impressive. Not long after, Gao Lele was the first to stir.
She rubbed her head and sat up abruptly, clutching her chest. “What happened? Why am I still here? Where’s that monk?” She glanced down at the monk’s body on the ground—his head completely unrecognizable—and fainted again without surprise.
The second to wake was Fang Xiaonan. She opened her eyes, looked at the sky, and sleepily murmured, “Ah, it’s dawn. Keep oneself... not interacting with others... showing off... flaunting...”
I was somewhat speechless; a top student indeed! Waking up in such a dangerous situation and her first reaction is to recite vocabulary.
“Xiaonan,” I called out to her and gestured toward the monk with my chin. When she glanced over, she screamed and fainted like Gao Lele.
Sigh...
The last one to wake up would undoubtedly be Siyuan’s aunt. However, I stared at her for quite a while without seeing any signs of movement.
“Garlic Paste, what’s going on?” I felt something was off.
Su Anrong hurried forward, checking her breath and feeling her heartbeat and pulse. His expression shifted slightly as he said, "It seems she has no soul. A person without a soul, even if they wake up, would be nothing more than a walking corpse."
"No soul."
"If I'm not mistaken, she must have made a deal with something, and this monk was the means to complete that deal. However, the process was interrupted by us, so her transaction failed."
Seeing Su Anrong's serious expression made me anxious as well. "What kind of deal?"
"Honey, you're smart enough to have figured it out. Your friend has no physical body, only a soul. Her aunt, on the other hand, is the opposite—she has a body but no soul. What kind of deal could she possibly make?"
"Wait, are you saying she wanted to merge her body with Siyuan's soul? What kind of monster would that create?"
"That's not a monster. In her eyes, it's another way to bring Chen Siyuan back to life."
"Are you saying Siyuan's aunt wants to resurrect Siyuan? How could someone who's dead possibly come back? If such dark magic existed in this world, society would be in chaos."
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