Chapter 241 - 241 239 San Er

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241: Chapter 239: San Er 241: Chapter 239: San Er From the old ghost murdering to an unexpected reward, then led by the fourth Sword Heart Demon to consume all the Bashu noodles he could eat. Finally, because of the sharp vermillion sword seal on his ear, he drew the real attention of the fourth sword maiden, who, in just a few words, made her contemplate the path and bring out the discontinued “Wind and Snow Collection.” Curiously, the female owner of the Bashu noodles shop was well-acquainted with Meng Chengzhi and knew about the sequel to “Wind and Snow Collection” in the old study, then guided him into that old study, and within just five days of acquaintance, when they met again, he was already a lost soul. Where had the missing parrot gone? Were the three Ji siblings still alive? What was the reason behind the rules of the upside-down Ghost Mountain? The exam questions hidden within Xianling City had been set, so now, they just had to wait for the blank answer sheets that could be filled in. In these past few days, Baili An had not seen the figures of sister Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan, one fish, one corpse. According to Fang Geyu, she had arranged for Lin Yuan to be in the river of the border city, assigning her a task with other plans in mind. As for Lin Guiyuan, he had been bound by the talismanic rope, a posture of an Evil Ghost subdued, captured by Li Beifeng and sent to the Dark Department of the Wandao Immortal Alliance’s powers within the city. Chai Ye remained cloistered at home, meditating daily, and it was said that he had grasped a new type of Pupil Skill, extremely powerful, capable of observing what others could not. With the big exam impending, his comprehension of such Pupil Skill was somewhat unusual, as it did not bring him any enhancement of strength. However, for Fang Geyu, he had done very well. As for An Siqi, she was truly in deep cultivation, grasping the abundant Spiritual Power of Immortal City, daring not to waste a bit of it. Fang Geyu, seemingly indifferent to everything, had secretly cast a net, yet was controlling everything with her own hands. Just as Baili An had said. She wanted this piece of Xianling City. Not just wanted, because wanting or not wanting depended on one’s own strength. Her strength did not allow her not to fight for this undesirable Xianling City. The storm was coming, the Ghost pressing onto the city. A silent heavy snow fell, instilling a deadly seriousness throughout the city. And Baili An and Fang Geyu finally awaited the first answer sheet they could fill in. The night grew deep. Baili An closed his umbrella and stood under the ancient small temple outside the alleyway, seemingly quietly waiting for something. Cautious footsteps came from behind him. A small shadow fell on the snowy ground. Baili An did not turn around, but he had already guessed who it might be. Because the handle of his Glazed Umbrella, held in his hand, was slightly warm. The Glazed Umbrella had once hidden a strand of soul division, keeping a record of the trace’s aura; now, as the owner of that soul division approached him, the umbrella naturally reacted. A tiny, trembling body hugged him tightly from behind, with a helpless sob, the little voice said, “Big brother…” Baili An looked down at the pair of thin little arms that could only hug his thighs, skinny as wood. In such chilling cold winter, she was very thinly dressed, both arms bare in the snow, frozen blue, fingertips purple, pus and blood flowing from the frost-cracked skin, dirtying his clothes. He slowly turned around, took off his overcoat and draped it over the frail body of the little girl, wrapping her up, then opened the umbrella to shield her from the snow overhead. Unable to provide a warm hug as a mortal might, he pulled from his sleeve a bun he had bought earlier. He handed the bun to the girl, still hot, wrapped in wax paper, very warm to hold in her hand. Baili An looked at the helpless trembling girl in front of him, her eye wounded by someone unknown, as if smashed by a blunt object, the wound gaping horribly with mottled blood congealing into scars, tears breaking it open again, fresh blood flowing out. The girl’s sobs were choked, but she dared not cry out loud, her forbearance pitifully sad. While crying, she gasped hurriedly, “Big brother, you can save me, can you please save my second sister too?” Baili An nodded, asking, “What about your brother?” The girl cried even harder, her shoulders heaving, as if on the brink of asphyxiation, her originally innocent eyes full of desperate sorrow, “My brother… he… he’s dead!!!” “Dead?” The fear in the little Ji girl’s tear-streaked face intensified, as if in this deep chilly snow night, she was already petrified with fear. She clutched tightly to the overcoat Baili An had draped on her, her voice shrinking, incoherent, “My brother… was killed by someone…” Baili An’s eyes darkened, seeing on her frozen purple wrists, a faint trace of three orange apricot blossom marks. The mark was incomplete, as if a kind of un-dried paint had been applied not long before and then smudged. According to Fang Geyu, humans used by the Ghost had three orange apricot blossoms on their wrists. Now this little girl, not five or six years old, how could she possibly kill for the Ghost? Three days ago, the three siblings from Ji Ting had disappeared, and although it was highly likely that they had died within the haunted mansion in the Inner City, having once absorbed the girl’s yang soul into the umbrella, he had a subtle intuition that she was within the border city. Surprisingly, she had just been hiding near the alley of her home. Baili An asked gently, “What’s your name?” The girl’s yang soul had been captured by the old ghost, her soul separated from her body, and Baili An had brought her soul back home; despite her young age, she had an inexplicable dependence and trust in Baili An. She clung tightly to his leg, her tear-blurred face sobbing, “San… everyone calls me San…” “Alright, San,” Baili An said as he peeled away the wax paper, revealing a chubby white bun, his tone and actions very gentle, letting her hold the bun, then picked her up with one hand. Ji San, enduring who knows what hardship, barefoot, stepping on the snowy ground, when she walked over, that string of small footprints all had blood on them. He said softly, “San, take a bite of the bun, don’t cry.” Baili An told her not to cry, the little girl, clearly broken down for days, was soothed by his few words. She obediently bit a large mouthful of the bun, her eyes still brimming with tears, the delicious juice and soft dough so tasty it made her want to cry again. She had not eaten for three days. Baili An then took out a bottle of warm sweet bean milk, seeing her eating urgently, worrying she might choke, he fed her a few sips of the sweet milk, seeing her stabilize gradually, he then asked softly, “San, do you know who hurt your brother?” The girl’s eating paused abruptly, the big half of the bun in her hand tumbling down into the snow. She shrank back in terror, squeezing hard into his arms, terrified to the point of forgetting to breathe, her small face turning from blue to red: “The devil, that person is a devil! He killed my brother! Can’t say! Can’t let out his name! He will strangle me! The bird! The beautiful bird, that… that person also strangled the bird with vines!”

Chapter 241 - 241 239 San Er

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