MTL - The Sword Named No Way Out-Chapter 8

With a few rustling sounds, two medical disciples in light purple gauze robes lit Yin candles, and the faint green light illuminated the dim mortuary.

"Sect Master Xu, please."

All the sects in the world of cultivating immortals focus on guarding their own territory, but among the "Three Sects", Mu Duozhu, the Jinchuan Medical Sect, claims to uphold the heart of hanging pots to help the world on the one hand, and on the other hand, he also wants to make more money. There are medical shops and villas. At this moment, it is noon and daylight outside, but the room is so dark that you can't see your fingers. There are only four rows of green candles casting a swaying halo, reflecting the neatly arranged twenty-eight coffins of different shapes.

Gong Wei is like a nimble fox. Taking advantage of the crowd, he burrowed into the corner, and felt his convulsive heart relax a bit. However, he squeezed into the people behind him and was patted on the shoulder: "What are you burrowing for?"

Gong Wei turned his head and saw that it was Yu Chixiao, his expression changed immediately, he covered the bandage, and said in pain, "Young hero, I didn't do it on purpose, Young hero, spare me!"

Yu Chixiao: "..."

Yu Chixiao's hands froze in the air, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. After a long while, he managed to hold back the breath that was choked in his throat, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't I give you the holy medicine of the Medical School?!"

Gong Wei said pitifully: "No, I'm useless, I still hurt."

Yu Chixiao almost couldn't help rolling his eyes, raised his hand to press Gong Wei's left shoulder, and then a strong spiritual energy input quickly healed the fragmented meridians, and the heartbeat that was twitched by the helpless influence finally completely stabilized.

Gong Wei's face was full of sincere gratitude, and he pretended to take his hand: "Young Xia, you are really a good person, I..."

Yu Chixiao's cold hair immediately exploded: "Speak well and don't move!"

At this moment, Xu Shuangce asked, "How is the corpse preserved?"

The disciple of the Medical Sect bowed and said, "When it was delivered, it was poured with mercury, and when Mr. Yuchi came, he used a lot of spiritual power to keep the corpse from decaying. Although the souls that died under sorcery cannot respond to the call, we still set up I have tried the magic circle several times, but they all failed. Sect Master Xu is willing to help, but also has supernatural powers, so he must be different from us."

Gong Wei whispered, "Look at how people talk?"

Yu Chixiao said in the same low voice: "I'd better let you continue to suffer."

Gong Wei immediately said, "Young Xia, I was wrong, please don't stop."

Xu Shuangce walked slowly past several coffins, unable to see clearly under the drooping eyelashes, Shaoqing raised his hand and pressed it on the coffin lid, the rippling light quickly wrapped the entire coffin from his palm, and said in a low voice: "Onigaki doesn't look back, life and death are like morning and evening. Get up!"

In an instant, the twenty-eight coffin lids were opened at the same time, and there was a loud bang. The beautiful corpses seemed to be hung by invisible ropes, and they stood up from the coffins one after another. The green fire reflected on their pale and stunning faces Immediately after the beauty's face, twenty-eight pairs of eyes opened at the same time, and their cloudy eyes were aimed at Xu Shuangce!

Everyone's scalps felt numb at the same time, and the monks in the front row couldn't help but step back, only to hear Xu Shuangce say: "Report your name."

A woman with a strangle mark on her neck moved stiffly. It was the oiran who had thrown herself in the Linjiang Prince's Mansion. The bones all over her body made a rusty creaking and trembling sound, which was enough to make one's scalp go numb, and she immediately ignored the whole body. Mercury forcibly bowed down: "My slave, Yao Yuqing."

The girl with the phoenix crown and Xiapei next to her had a **** hole in her throat, the mouth of the hole had rotted to black and green, and when she leaned over, juice dripped down: "Minister Yu Xiaomeng."

The third young cultivator in white bent down, clasped his hands and held his sword, his voice was trembling with sadness: "Junior Cheng Yuanle."

…

Xu Shuangce glanced over the twenty-eight dead one by one, and didn't look back at the first oiran until all the reports were finished: "You retired and changed your clothes at the palace banquet, and your makeup was damaged, so you recombed it in the mirror, didn't you?"

Hua Kui tremblingly said: "Yes!"

Xu Shuangce turned to the bride: "You waited for the groom in the bridal chamber for a long time, so you took off your hijab and admired yourself in the mirror, didn't you?"

"Yes!"

"You are a disciple of Xianmen. You have to get up early every morning to meditate. Before you meditate, you need to take a bath and incense. When you wash up, you face the mirror in the room?"

"Yes!"

…

No need for Xu Shuangce to ask one by one, everyone has suddenly realized.

The same specific conditions must be met for the activation of the same illusion, and all the victims did the same thing before they died—seeing themselves in the mirror.

A monk thought of the bronze mirror in his room, and was terrified: "Could it be, as long as there is a mirror, it can, can-"

Gong Wei said softly: "No, it must be a mercury mirror."

The reason why the mirror technique is unpopular is the reason why the mercury mirror must be used. The bronze mirror cannot accurately capture the soul, and the water surface cannot connect yin and yang, so neither can be used as a medium for illusion. Mercury mirrors that can clearly show people's shadows are rare and expensive, and ordinary people can't get them. Therefore, the twenty-eight dead in Linjiang City were all famous and famous people. A beautiful woman will not become the target of ghost cultivators.

Yu Chixiao whispered, "You know a lot."

Gong Wei glanced at him, and thought it was natural, wait for Yu Chirui to quickly get me out of this person surnamed Xu, then the dean will let you see how much I know, if you know it, you will kneel on the ground and cry Uncle Shi can't.

Yu Chixiao rubbed his nose uncomfortably: "Talking is talking, why do you always look at me?"

Gong Wei: "...?"

Xu Shuangce took a breath and closed his eyes. Everyone looked at him with trepidation, and it was only half a moment later that he let out a deep breath, as if he had finally made some kind of psychological preparation.

He opened his eyes and looked around at the twenty-eight beautiful corpses around him, and asked the most crucial question:

"Who hurt you?"

The dead souls became agitated at the same time, and seemed to have thousands of words to say at the same time, the oiran uttered a sharp voice first: "It's a fairy—"

"Xianmeng—"

"Xianmeng's—"

In an instant, all the crying blood and screaming were cut off as if someone had strangled her throat. The oiran trembled violently and held her neck. The ghost screamed, and the corpse that was forcibly preserved by spiritual power quickly shrank and rotted, and fell back into the coffin with a plop!

This change came too fast, and in the blink of an eye, the dead souls who were still alive just now seemed to be controlled by invisible claws, turning into carrion one after another, and fell to the ground. Xu Shuangce's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He pressed down on the white-clothed young monk with his palm and forcibly injected spiritual power. The corpses that were covering the body suddenly slowed down. The young man's blue and black lips opened and closed tremblingly, and he barely uttered a few words:

"He said he was... Xianmeng... Fa... Hua..."

The expressions of the surrounding monks changed one after another, Fahua Xianzun?

Was it really the dean of the palace who had been dead for sixteen years?

The soul of the young cultivator burst suddenly, and the black candles around him swayed wildly without any wind, emitting a dazzling green light that made it impossible to look directly at. Immediately afterwards, the corpse was torn apart under Xu Shuangce's grip, and turned into ashes out of thin air, with a bang—

The ashes fell into the coffin one after another, and a crimson star shone faintly in it.

Xu Shuangce leaned over and picked out the thing from the ashes, it turned out to be a delicate peach blossom.

"This, here, too..." Someone pointed to another coffin in disbelief, only to hear the voices of others: "There is also here!" "Peach blossoms have appeared in all of them!"

All the souls exhausted their spiritual power at the same time, as if they were forcibly stripped of their corpses by an invisible claw, and snatched back to the underworld—and they all left the same peach blossom!

"How come..." Someone gasped and said, "Why did you suddenly..."

Yeah, how come? Gong Wei wants to know more than anyone else.

He asked himself, in his previous life, he had never offended anyone except Xu Shuangce, even if some well-known old men and old ladies disliked him, they just cursed behind his back. Even if the northern aristocratic family always opposes him everywhere, it is just a dispute between the interests of the Immortal League and the other families, and has nothing to do with him. All grievances and grievances will be settled when he dies.

Who would make trouble in his name sixteen years later?

Someone sneaked a look at Xu Shuangce's face, but after just one glance, he was frightened and dared not look again. I only heard him spit out two words coldly: "Go out."

The monks looked at each other, but before they could react, Xu Shuang said sharply, "Get out!"

Everyone was terrified for a moment, they didn't even dare to say a word, they all bowed and backed out of the mortuary, several of them almost staggered and fell because of their hasty pace. Yu Chixiao walked two steps with the flow of people, saw Gong Wei standing there motionless, he quickly pulled him, and reminded in a low voice: "Hurry up!"

"Xiang Xiaoyuan" was like waking up from a dream, and said "ah" softly with a pale face, bowed his head and retreated outward.

Yu Chixiao had never seen Little Charm like this before, and he was not used to it, so he couldn't help asking: "The wound still hurts? Do you want to ask the disciple of the Medical Sect to show you?"

With a swipe, Gong Wei grabbed his hand, blushing: "Young Xia, I knew you were a good person, I..."

Yuchixiao's cold hairs that hadn't been blown just now exploded: "I told you not to touch your hands—!" Then he pulled his hands away, and rushed out of the room with both hands and feet, not even daring to touch his head. back.

Gong Wei deliberately waited for him to go far away, and then slowed down and landed at the end. Everyone scrambled to step out of the high threshold of the morgue, but no one noticed his figure flashed and hid in the shadow behind the door, like a ghost clinging to the corner of the wall.

A world-class power like Xu Shuangce's perception of the surrounding situation mainly depends on yin and yang spiritual power, and it is secondary to relying on eyes. Xiang Xiaoyuan's fate is extremely dark, and he has perfectly blended into the strong and lingering corpse atmosphere in the morgue. Even if Da Luo Jinxian descends to the earth, he may not be able to find him—Gong Wei looked out from a corner where he couldn't see his fingers, and only saw him. Xu Shuangce stood surrounded by twenty-eight coffins. His profile was tall and thin, his profile was sharp, his eyes shone with a cold light in the darkness, but he couldn't make out his expression.

With a soft click, the door was carefully closed.

Xu Shuangce's shoulders were so stiff that they straightened, but that might be an illusion caused by the flickering candlelight. His voice seemed to be forced from between his teeth: "...Gong Wei..."

Gong Wei narrowed his eyes without emotion.

"Gong—but—"

The ending was hoarse like a roar, Xu Shuangce drew his sword brazenly, shaking the ground with vigor, and slashed down heavily in the air!

—Boom!

The silent and loud noise shook the heavens and the earth, but the sword shattered the void, and split the underworld in the violent shock!

The dark wind swept across the sky and dragged it, and the flames of **** fell from the sky like a waterfall. A nine-foot-high blood-painted door came out of the flames, and it stood in front of you with a bang from the void. There were nine rows of green door nails made of human skulls in the vertical and horizontal rows, and the dragon head was covered with bronze rings. The skeletons gripped the door frame tightly, all letting out shrill ghost cries.

Xu Shuangce's face was as cold as ice, and he slashed again without hesitation.

This time the nine-foot-high gate was torn apart, and huge stones rushed out like a torrential rain, and this time even the door frame was completely shattered into powder!

A chill finally rose silently from Gong Wei's heart. He guessed right, Xu Shuangce stayed alone to open the door that separates life and death—

Onigaki Jifu!

I don't know when the surroundings have changed. The morgue disappeared and was replaced by the entrance to the underworld. The gale of **** rushed out from the shattered gate of Guiyuan Mansion. The scene was no different from the blowout of earth fire. Xu Shuangce's silk robe sleeves flew up, and with a clang, he nailed the Reluctant Sword heavily under his feet.

Numerous Onigakifu soldiers rushed out of the gate like a tide, armed with dark green torches, axes and forks,

"Bold lunatic!"

"Who is coming!"

"The living are not allowed to go to the underworld, who dares to trespass on my underworld!"

Onigaki's weapons were as dense as a jungle, reflecting a gloomy green light, surrounding Xu Shuangce in the middle. But Xu Shuangce looked at it as if there was nothing, and raised his eyebrows, which seemed to be a slight sneer:

"-get out."

As soon as the words fell, the ghost soldiers retreated to both sides like a sea, leaving a path in the middle. At the end of the road, eighty-eight skeletons are rushing forward carrying a cart. On the top sits a ghost judge with a red python robe and a black iron beam crown. It's a cloud of ghosts crying and howling wolves but unable to break free.

"—It was Xu Xianjun. I haven't seen you for many years. Don't come here!"

The ghost judge's face was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and when he spoke, his chest was full of breath, which made people's eardrums ring. The eighty-eight skeletons knelt down in unison amidst the sound of a click, and he glanced at the messy mansion gates around him, with obvious emotion showing on his blue face:

"Xianjun, you have a very good temper now. You are much more gentle than the time sixteen years ago when you cut Huangquan, slaughtered all ghosts, and even broke into the Twelve Mansions of Guiyuan. Fortunately! Fortunately!"

Gong Wei's thin silhouette was hidden behind the rubble, and the brows couldn't help but twitch. Xu Shuangce swept all the Twelve Mansions of Guiyuan back then?

Why?

Xu Shuangce stood with his sword in his hand, without any surprise on his face: "Bring me the book of life and death, and find someone."

The ghost judge's movements stopped suddenly, his smiling face miraculously turned into a frowning face, and he let out a long sigh.

"Xianjun, we have made it clear to you sixteen years ago that the soul you are looking for is not in the underworld - presumably because of the power of the sword god, that person can't even be reincarnated, and his soul has long since disappeared!"