Su Jing threw the knife to him without saying a word.
Balian added: "I will go back to the Meng Mansion with you to find out the matter. I am also very curious as to how the young master of the ghost sect could raise such a ferocious ghost privately."
Shang Hong was shocked all over, with a look of disbelief on his face!
But when I think about it more carefully, I feel that today's dignified young master of the ghost sect took the initiative to seek help, which is also weird in every way.
"Su Jing, please go back to the sect first and inform Uncle Su about what's going on here."
Although Balian has already thought about it, his strength is too weak after all.
Su Jing held on to his sleeve and refused to let go, stubbornly saying: "No, you go back with me! If I'm not here, they will bully you."
Balian shook his head and said: "If someone throws dirty water at me, running away will only make the dirty water even more filthy. Although I am weak and mediocre, I will never let anyone manipulate me!"
Su Jing said that she could only compromise if she couldn't win against him.
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Meng Zhai was silent in a cold sadness.
The old housekeeper wiped away his tears while supporting himself and presiding over the overall situation.
And the original backbone of the family, Meng Zifei, was also killed by the evil ghost, so all the burdens could only be placed on him.
Zheng Siyan expressionlessly tore off the spirit-binding talismans attached to the stone pillars on the wall one by one.
Whenever he tore off a talisman, a ball of flame would burst out from his palm and burn it to ashes.
When he walked to the deserted corner corridor, there was a dark shadow on the deserted and quiet corridor.
Zheng Siyan paused, narrowed his sharp eyes like an eagle, and slowly sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"The fish is hooked..."
The sound came from the tall shadow on the ground, but there was no one there, but the shadow stood sideways, looking extremely weird.
The silhouette of the shadow is long and graceful, and it is vaguely visible that there is a long sword on its back. The shadow's clothes are swaying gently in the wind, and it has a somewhat elegant elongation.
If we put aside the weird atmosphere and picture at this moment, just looking at this shadow, it feels like a fairy.
Zheng Siyan put his palm against the door wall.
Hee hee hee…
The talismans attached to the wall suddenly burst into flames without fire.
He had a cruel smile on his face and whispered: "I want to ruin that boy's reputation! Even if the great master of the Tianxi Sword Sect comes, he can't save him."
"Ah……"
He laughed, as if mockingly: "Grand Sect Master? I hope that Grand Sect Master can come earlier."
Zheng Siyan stared at the shadow on the ground: "What do you mean by this?"
The shadow said: "Based on my understanding of Bai Lian, the game you have set up now has too many loopholes.
With his intelligence, he can tell at a glance that the ghost is coming for him. Even though the net is dense, he has extraordinary wisdom and can survive even a dead game."
Zheng Siyan didn't take it seriously. In his impression, Bailian was a loser who even struggled to practice. How could he achieve anything.
He said disdainfully: "He drives out ghosts, kills people, and performs evil spells. Just relying on his name as the Young Master of White Camel Mountain cannot save him."
"Then you are wrong." The black shadow seemed to be chuckling, moving slightly, and said: "It is precisely the name of the young master of White Camel Mountain that will become the most powerful blade to kill him!"
Black Shadow's tone was innately confident.
His tone was slightly low and he said firmly: "If Bailiyu doesn't come, Bailian will definitely be able to find some holes in this net to avert danger, but if he comes..."
Shadow chuckled, looking a little happy.
It seemed that he had predicted that Baili Yu would definitely come, and his tone suddenly became extremely weird: "Then Baili'an must die!"
Zheng Siyan smiled happily: "It seems that Meng Zifei's death was not in vain."
The black shadow swayed, as if being pulled by the wind and became blurry, and the voice became fainter and clearer: "He can't die..."
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When Bailian followed Shang Hong back to Meng's house, he saw that the old housekeeper had prepared a new coffin and was carrying it to the main entrance of the house.
But as soon as he entered the door, he heard a dull and loud bang.
The servant carrying the coffin was shocked by the scene in front of him. The heavy coffin in his hand fell heavily to the ground. He immediately realized what he was doing and shouted in horror with a pale face: "It's a fake corpse!!!"
The servants fled one after another.
As for the old housekeeper, he had witnessed unbelievable scenes one after another for many days, and when he saw such a shocking blow, his heart finally couldn't bear it, his eyelids twitched, and he fainted from fright.
In the lobby, Meng Zixuan's face was covered with blood, and he looked at Bailian and Shang Hong with a pair of blank eyes.
However, the blood hole on his chest has returned to its original skin, and the blood stains on his clothes have already turned black and have dried slightly.
Although he looked miserable at the moment, he was indeed sitting there alive.
Seeing his cousin resurrected, the joy on Shang Hong's face didn't even have time to spread before it was frozen in the depths of his eyes.
The blood on his face dissipated completely in an instant, as if he had seen an extremely desperate scene, and even the mad knife in his hand was unable to slip.
Balian couldn't bear to look at her, and he admired the woman very much, but those clear and obsidian eyes were slightly complicated and deep.
Meng Zifei was held tightly in his arms by the woman behind him, like a lost and found treasure.
The woman buried her face in his neck, unable to see her expression clearly.
But in Balian's eyes, he could see the woman's body, which was like a huge leak at the moment, and the pure spiritual power in her body was flowing out at an alarming speed.
Originally full of black hair and blue silk, now it was mixed with strands of defeated gray. The skin exposed outside the clothes was no longer white and spiritual, as if the vitality had been forcibly robbed.
What's even more dazzling is that there is an extremely deep sword wound on Shang Ying's heart.
Through that sword wound, it was not difficult for Balian to imagine how resolute she felt at that time, drawing the sword like a body, pulling out the spiritual roots in her body and transferring them to Meng Zifei in his arms.
The bright red robe was smudged with an even brighter and dazzling color, and the dripping blood stained the marble floor crimson.
Meng Zifei was stunned. He scratched the hair on his head vigorously, and it took a lot of strength to realize what happened.
Although he had never had any spiritual power flowing through his body, it was impossible for him to guess what the extra things and changes in his body were.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
He grabbed his hair and broke down crying like crazy. He hugged Shang Ying like a child and cried loudly.
When Shang Ying heard his cry, her body trembled slightly, and the face buried in his neck slowly lifted up.
That face... is no longer as youthful and beautiful as before, and has become that of a woman in her thirties.
The corners of her eyes were fish-tailed, and the vicissitudes and haggardness on her face were worse than those of a woman in her thirties. Only those eyes were as deep and gentle as ever.
Meng Zifei is not dead.
But Shang Ying paid a huge price. She possesses spiritual roots, has strength and lifespan far beyond that of mortals, is the proud disciple of the Immortal Sect within the Lihe Sect, and has an unlimited future to ascend to the Immortal Path.
But she doesn't want any of these.
She gave her spiritual root to a mortal.
The woman's best years and appearance were sacrificed, her spiritual roots were uprooted, her body was damaged, and her lifespan was even far less than that of an ordinary mortal.
Balian looked at Meng Zifei who was crying in pain with complicated eyes. He hugged Shang Ying tightly, fearing that she would disappear as soon as he let go. His voice was hoarse and choked but extremely sincere and urgent: "Shang Ying, let's get married.
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Shang Ying was slightly startled when she looked at the man in her arms, her eyes falling into a moment of emptiness and confusion.
Then these emotions quickly disappeared.
She chuckled softly, her eyes very gentle: "No, I don't want to marry you anymore."
I have always thought about it before, even though I knew that he was a mortal with no cultivation and his life span would not last more than a hundred years.
During her youthful and beautiful years, his body would be as stooped and gray-haired as that of a mortal, and finally he would die of old age in front of her eyes.
Even so, she still wanted to marry him.
But now her position has been reversed, and she doesn't want to get married.
Women can be so willful sometimes.
Under Meng Zifei's dumbfounded gaze, she gently pushed him away. Even though the scar on her heart was deep and scarlet, she still smiled gently, and her eyebrows had some shadow of her youth:
"Zifei, live a good life. Now you can practice cultivation. Are you happy?"
Mencius didn't know whether he was happy or not.
But the smile on Shang Ying's face at this moment showed that she was really happy.
The person she loved, whose cooled body had regained its warmth, was so within reach, how could she not be happy.
At this moment, she suddenly felt that nothing mattered.
No matter how many years he spent practicing Taoism to seek immortality, nothing could compare to him standing completely in front of her at this moment.
Shang Ying reshaped him and pushed him away gently with her own hands. She covered her bleeding heart and stood up unsteadily.
Meng Zifei looked pale and wanted to help him, but she avoided him.
Her face was no longer radiant, but it was peaceful. She said softly: "I'm a little tired. Let's go back to the room and rest for a while."
In Meng's house, Meng Zifei had always reserved a wing for her and kept it very clean every day, even though she rarely came back once a year.
She knew this.
Watching her stumble and leave weakly, Meng Zifei felt that there was something extremely important in his life that was moving away from him.
He lowered his head in confusion and looked at a whisk and a sword lying quietly on the ground.
She didn't take them away. She was already an ordinary and weak mortal and could no longer use these two weapons.
Seeing these two things, Meng Zifei's breathing stagnated, and his heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a needle.
Shang Hong never said a word, nor did he force Bailian to stay, nor did he become so angry that he went crazy like a lion.
He silently picked up the crazy knife that had fallen to the ground, and said to Meng Zifei, who was just as lost as he was: "I'll go back to Lihe Sect first, you... take care of it."
After saying that, he left Meng's house without even looking at Balian.
Evil spirits harming people is no longer just harmful to mortals. Now that his sister has lost all her cultivation and spiritual roots because of evil spirits, she naturally has to ask the sect master to come forward.
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