Volume 5: Qingming Chapter 27 Cunning
Soft and springy, like cutting into a ball of jelly.
Tang Butian saw the little girl smiling at her, and a tree branch as thick as an arm and covered with dense thorns pierced the air and rushed towards her.
She thought of Jiang You’s words.
Let go and fight.
His fingers clenched the handle of the knife, and a dark light floated on the blade.
…
Dust rolled on the ground.
Jiang You waved his hand and knocked away the wood chips that flew in front of him.
Not far away, a girl in a white dress was dancing softly and lightly on the branches, swinging the wooden sword with overwhelming force. The branches broke into pieces and turned into sawdust and fell down.
The moonlight became increasingly dim.
Sawdust floated around the girl like snowflakes.
Qiaoqiao was forced to the corner of the rooftop. There were many wounds on her body, some deep and some shallow, which slowed down her movements. She saw a corner of her white skirt. She raised her head, and the tip of the wooden sword enlarged in front of her eyes. She saw Tang Butian's face and her eyes, which were indifferent and persistent, as if filled with moonlight...
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you..." Qiaoqiao shouted.
The tip of the knife stopped at her forehead.
"I am not the mountain spirit of Jiujin Mountain. I, I, I am just an ordinary lonely soul floating on Jiujin Mountain, protected by the mountain spirit of Jiujin Mountain. Ten years ago, a sudden rainstorm hit the mountain. Xiaoman, the mountain spirit, she tried to save those travelers," Qiaoqiao closed her eyes, "she died, and I escaped."
Jiang You held Jiang Mo and walked to Tang Butian. He asked, "And then?"
"I, I've been trying to find out who he is," Qiaoqiao took a breath and opened her eyes, "while trying to find out information, I've been practicing hard."
"Practicing here? Isn't it bad feng shui?"
"I have no other choice," Qiaoqiao looked at Jiang You, "I want to avenge the mountain spirit. The spiritual energy in the city is thin. If I want to become stronger, I can only take another path. I was originally a ghost . As long as I can get revenge, even if I become..."
"What about this bead?"
"It was Xiaoman's magic weapon, and it disappeared in that accident."
"You seem to be breathing cleanly." Jiang You interrupted Qiaoqiao.
"In order to help me escape, Xiaoman gave me her spiritual power. She is a mountain spirit, and her spiritual power is full of vitality and can purify resentment. I did devour the last vitality of many dying people, but after they died, I also purified the resentment in their souls so that they could be reincarnated smoothly..."
"What about Gu Yao?"
"Gu Yao..." Qiaoqiao hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Who are you to her?"
"You are such a good talker," Jiang You hugged Jiang Mo up and said to Tang Butian, "Hit him a few more times, and ask again after he's subdued."
"I..." Qiaoqiao opened her mouth to explain, but a ball of spider silk stuck to her mouth. Her eyes were full of resentment, and her body shrank and disappeared.
Tang Butian heard the sound of the wind.
The wooden sword blocked backwards, turned around, then thrust forward, and released, allowing the blade to chop down.
The chase began again.
This time, Tang Butian fought very patiently. She seemed to treat Qiaoqiao as a wooden stake for practicing sword skills, and kept testing her moves and ideas.
After practicing for about twenty minutes, Tang Butian carried Qiaoqiao, who was lying on the soft couch, to Jiang You.
After throwing Qiaoqiao to the ground, she stood aside holding the wooden sword.
Jiang You squatted down in front of Qiaoqiao again. He reached out and tore off the spider silk on Qiaoqiao's mouth. "I'll ask you one last time, where are you from?"
"I, I really..."
"Think it over first," Jiang You shook the bead in front of her eyes, "Tell me the truth, and I'll let you be its master, how about that?"
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. I always keep my word," Jiang You asked Tang Butian for confirmation. "Don't you agree, boss?"
Tang Butian nodded slightly.
Jiang You put the bead in Qiaoqiao's hand and said, "Here you go."
Qiaoqiao clenched the beads tightly.
"Now you can rest assured. Tell me everything you know."
"I used to be the mountain spirit of Jiujin Mountain," Qiaoqiao looked at Jiang You. "A long, long time ago, they called my name, called me a god, and offered sacrifices to me. I gradually became powerful, and I protected them from wild beasts and mountain torrents."
"They betrayed me," she said, her expression suddenly angry. "They found a Taoist priest who sealed me at the bottom of the mountain, erased my name, and smashed my altar. I was tortured day and night until ten years ago, when it came. Human blood seeped into the bottom of the mountain with the heavy rain, the seal loosened, and I escaped."
"And you took over the body of the new mountain spirit?"
"right."
"Still want to take over her magic weapon?"
Qiaoqiao's voice became more resentful, "I am the mountain spirit of Jiujin Mountain. Everything on the mountain belongs to me."
"Then why don't you stay there?"
"I met a man who was a swordsman."
"What's his name?" Tang Butian asked.
"Jung Won-tae."
"The person in charge of Chucheng?" Jiang You asked.
Tang Butian nodded slightly.
The sky suddenly darkened and dark clouds covered the moon.
"I told him I was the mountain spirit of Jiujin Mountain. I said I was injured while protecting those people. I said I wanted to leave Chu City because I was afraid of being hunted down by them," Qiaoqiao raised her head. "He told me that Tang Jiang was safe, so I came. I hid in the hospital..."
" You plunder the dying people's last vitality and gain strength from their strong desire to live. After they die, some of them are too obsessed and linger unwilling to leave. You are afraid that passing talents will find out something is wrong, so you deliberately send them a trace of mountain spirits' essence to make them wake up and look for what they are obsessed with. When you want to use them, you use this connection to drive them to do things for you."
Qiaoqiao admitted it. She said, “I am helping them.”
"She might live to see her daughter's third birthday."
"who?"
"Gu Yao."
"That woman..." Qiaoqiao thought, "She, where is she now?"
"Jiang You," Tang Butian suddenly said, "Look..."
Jiang You raised his head and saw many ghost shadows crawling on the fence of the rooftop.
A black light suddenly appeared on Qiaoqiao's body .
As she spoke, the bead was refined by her, and she turned into a black light and flew out.
Dense ghost shadows floated over and surrounded Tang Butian and Jiang You.
Tang Butian raised the wooden sword, but Jiang You stopped her: "They are the same as Gu Yao."
"She asked them to come here as cannon fodder!"
"Master Hongzhen still hasn't repaid you the favor, right?"
"Did she escape?"
"You're walking into a trap."
Tang Butian saw Jiang Mo raise his right hand and point his fingers at the sky. The dark clouds instantly dissipated and the moonlight poured down.
The ghosts rushing towards them stopped, their expressions becoming confused and bewildered.
The black light was caught in the net, gradually becoming smaller, more condensed, and dimmer, and finally turned into a black bead. It fell from the sky to the rooftop, bounced upwards, and was caught by Jiang You.
"I've said everything you asked me to say!" Qiaoqiao's voice came out from the beads.
"A snail lives in its shell, so it is the owner of the shell. A person who lives in a house is the owner of the house. You live in a bead, so you are the owner of the bead." Jiang You put the bead back into his bag. "That's right. I am a man of my word."
Tang Butian glanced at the four words on Jiang You’s sweatshirt. She took out her cell phone, found Master Hong Zhen’s number, and dialed it.
"Liu Ming Hospital, on the rooftop of the inpatient building, there are about a hundred ghosts who need to be liberated."
