ATPnovel #452 - Meet Wu Ya Again (2 in 1 order required)
#452 - Meet Wu Ya Again (2 in 1 order required)
In a village ravaged by famine and nightmare, Zhong Wuye once again encountered the mysterious girl Wu Ya.
The village was a desolate and dilapidated scene. Among the ruined walls and broken walls, the remains of starved people were lying everywhere; sparse smoke rose from the makeshift sheds built by the villagers, but it was unable to dispel the rotten smell in the air.
A group of figures in black walked slowly out of the rain and fog. The leader was Zhong Wuye and the mysterious girl Wu Ya whom he had met before. The two looked at each other silently, their eyes full of heaviness.
Inside the shed, a farmer with a sallow(sallow: unhealthy yellow or pale) face was hunched over a corpse, his eyes blank, muttering to himself. The corpse had already rotted beyond recognition, and even its face could not be seen clearly.
Seeing Zhong Wuye and the two arrived, the farmer seemed to have suddenly recovered. He struggled to prop himself up, staring at Wu Ya with his bloodshot eyes, and choked out: "Witch Doctor, please save my wife. Save her."
Wu Ya nodded solemnly, then took out a staff inlaid with strange patterns and slowly drew a circle in the air. As she chanted in a low voice, the lines on the staff began to glow with a faint green light.
"Stop. Stop! Stop it!"
At this moment, the corpse covered by the sheet suddenly twitched convulsively, and a low and hoarse voice came from it. The farmer was so frightened that he shrank back, his face full of horror.
Zhong Wuye frowned and strode to the corpse. Under the cover of the black sheet, a pair of scarred and withered hands were constantly twisting and twitching, as if trying to break out.
"Nightmare demon. Sure enough, it is so hateful," Zhong Wuye murmured, his right hand already clutching the sword at his waist.
"Senior Sister Zhong, let me do it," Wu Ya said in a deep voice, the green light from the staff becoming more and more dazzling. She aimed the staff at the corpse and shouted: "Evil spirit! Release this innocent soul and leave immediately!"
"Hahahaha. Hahaha!!!"
A burst of absurd laughter came from under the sheet, like countless dead things wailing. Then, the corpse seemed to come alive, and under the sheet, there was a sudden shock, and a foul black smoke gushed out from it!
The smoke swirled in the air and quickly condensed into an ethereal human form. It was a tall and hideous black shadow with bloodshot eyes and wearing a circle of ghost fire that was jumping, which was extremely terrifying. Wu Ya frowned and raised the staff again, gritting her teeth and said: "Nightmare Spirit Warrior!"
"Busybody fool!" The terrifying black shadow let out a deafening roar, and the ghost fire on his body suddenly burned to the extreme, revealing a pair of hideous fangs. It waved its huge claws and pounced on Wu Ya.
Wu Ya's expression was solemn, and the green light at the top of the staff surged, forming a light shield to block its attack. But the black shadow was so powerful that the light shield was torn apart in an instant, and Wu Ya took a few steps back with difficulty.
"Wu Ya!" Zhong Wuye shouted, the sword had been unsheathed, and a sword energy slashed towards him. The black shadow twisted its body and was twisted by the sword energy, seeming to have suffered a little injury.
At this moment, a wail sounded from the corpse. Wu Ya and Zhong Wuye couldn't help staring at the sheet. Under the sheet, a faint white light was gradually condensing.
"Too late! This body has been possessed by me!" The Nightmare Spirit Warrior let out a grin, and a cloud of dark smoke rose from his body, frantically attacking the white light.
"No!" Wu Ya hurriedly used magic again, offering a burst of cyan flames to wrap the smoke, but it was still a step too late, and the white light gradually dimmed under the tearing of the smoke.
"Ah ah ah ah.!!" That was the wife's painful wailing, and then fell into silence.
"No no." The surroundings were silent, only the farmer covered his face, and tears couldn't stop streaming down. He trembled and repeated over and over again: "Wife wife wife"
Wu Ya looked sad and slowly put away the staff. She glanced at the Nightmare Spirit Warrior who was still laughing wildly, sighed for a long time, and walked slowly towards the crying farmer.
"Please calm down, uncle," she said, "Your wife's soul has not really left yet." The farmer looked up in astonishment, and Wu Ya continued: "The reason why your wife cannot be saved is because your obsession with her is too deep."
"What?"
"It's our misunderstanding," Wu Ya said sternly, "Your wife, she did not reach the Pure Land, because your obsession with her is too heavy and you are unwilling to separate from her. If you can put aside your selfish thoughts, she can."
"No!" The farmer interrupted Wu Ya abruptly, his eyes suddenly fierce, "No! I will not let my wife leave like this! I must see her again!"
Wu Ya shook her head helplessly and turned to the staff. She slowly raised the staff and muttered something. A ripple like water waves appeared at the top of the staff. Soon, a phantom figure emerged from it.
The figure looked just like the farmer's wife in the past, with a thin figure, a haggard and pale face, and infinite sadness in her eyes.
"Husband" Her voice was as light as thatch, but with a hint of choking.
"Wife!" The farmer was overjoyed, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground in a mess, watching her with tears in his eyes, "It's me, I'm here."
"I I can't stay with you anymore. You have to take care of yourself" The phantom figure showed a bitter smile and walked slowly towards him.
"No! Wife! Please don't leave!" The farmer choked and clenched his fists tightly, "I won't go anywhere. I must wait for you."
"Husband." The phantom figure approached him step by step, reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. Although it was a void existence, the farmer felt a warmth all over his body. He closed his eyes subconsciously and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Husband, goodbye." A gust of breeze came, and the phantom figure had turned into nothingness. The farmer opened his eyes and stared at the empty space in front of him. His eyes had become more determined than ever and were full of peace.
"Thank you, Miss Witch," he said softly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Wu Ya nodded and turned to raise the staff again. The ripples at the top of the staff suddenly expanded, turning into a huge vortex. Countless faint white lights shot out from all over the village and finally all drilled into it.
"These souls. Are they all villagers who have suffered from nightmare?" Zhong Wuye looked sideways, his tone solemn.
"Yes," Wu Ya replied, her face full of vicissitudes, "Since the outbreak of the Nightmare Disaster, I have been trying my best to treat those poor people who are entangled by nightmare demons. As long as they let go of their obsession with the present world, I can temporarily take them into the staff."
"Good," Zhong Wuye nodded in approval.
Wu Ya didn't say much. Instead, she raised the staff high and chanted the spell loudly. The vortex water waves in the staff suddenly surged, and a powerful force was released, as if to overturn this world.
Under the traction of this force, the souls who were mourning and guarding due to the nightmare disaster were reunited one by one, each with a peaceful look on their faces, and merged into the water waves surrounding Wu Ya. Everything around gradually became quiet.
A breeze came, brushing Wu Ya's hair. Her eyes were a little firm, looking ahead, and said softly: "Go all the way."
……
A quiet breeze brushed through the ruined walls, rolled up the dry leaves on the ground, and swirled and jumped in the air.
Zhong Wuye stared at Wu Ya's back, her brows furrowed tightly. The "dead wife" phantom that had just been transformed in the staff, and the entire ritual process, were too ordinary and very different from the real soul ritual. Zhong Wuye couldn't help but feel suspicious.
She looked around. There were no other witnesses in the ruined village except the heartbroken farmer. Just as Zhong Wuye was about to question her, her eyes inadvertently swept over the corpse remains behind the farmer and suddenly froze.
The head of the corpse was missing, as if it had been hollowed out, but there were no external injuries or tears on it. Zhong Wuye silently turned her eyes to the farmer and found that he seemed to be completely unaware of this and was still immersed in the despair of "wife's" farewell.
"This situation. It's not right," Zhong Wuye thought to herself, and suddenly shuddered.
She immediately remembered the scene she had witnessed at the Jianjia Pass camp: At that time, a surviving villager was receiving chanting and transcendence, and countless possessed village women's souls gradually appeared under the curse power of the scriptures. But at that moment, Zhong Wuye saw the shapes of those souls suddenly twisted and turned into wisps of white mist, and were finally absorbed by Wu Ya one by one.
"Could it be." A terrible guess gradually formed in Zhong Wuye's mind. She suddenly turned around and strode towards Wu Ya.
"Wu Ya!" Zhong Wuye shouted sharply and grabbed Wu Ya's collar, "What are you doing? How did you create the phantom of that farmer's 'wife'?"
Wu Ya looked calm, with a faint smile on her lips: "Senior Sister, you underestimate me too much. That phantom is naturally just a shadow charm, used to soothe the heart of that poor man and let him temporarily put down the pain."
"What?" Zhong Wuye widened her eyes in disbelief, and then shouted angrily, "You actually lied to that farmer! What's even more terrifying is that you absorbed the 'souls' of those dead in the ritual just now! Is this what you did at Jianjia Pass?"
Wu Ya's expression softened and she nodded: "That's right. However, Senior Sister, you should also be able to see that those are not 'dead souls' or 'souls', but a kind of energy left after people die. As long as they are slightly guided, they will appear in the form of illusions."
"But." Zhong Wuye looked suspicious, glanced around, and landed on the corpse, "The part of the head of this corpse is too strange. You you don't you"
"You're right," Wu Ya nodded with a smile, "I did destroy part of that body, just to absorb the energy from it."
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Zhong Wuye suddenly felt a chill and her back went cold. She had never seen such a cold-blooded person who would even abuse the dead like this. Zhong Wuye suddenly shook her hand and pushed Wu Ya away, glaring at her: "You you are desecrating the dead!"
"No, Senior Sister, you have misunderstood," Wu Ya was not moved and explained calmly: "Those so-called dead souls are actually just a product of natural law. Why isn't it a matter of course to guide and utilize them?"
"Stop quibbling!" Zhong Wuye couldn't listen anymore and tried her best to suppress her anger, "Although I didn't see through your every move today, I will find out what you want to do! You'd better confess now!"
"Senior Sister." Wu Ya sighed softly, her expression gentle, "You are as simple as ever."
She paused and suddenly smiled slightly: "But it doesn't matter, you will soon be able to see my plan with your own eyes." Then, her figure gradually became illusory, turning into a gust of breeze, and disappeared without a trace in Zhong Wuye's daze.
Zhong Wuye stood there blankly, her heart churning. Since witnessing the ruthless massacre by the Arogas army, she had been very wary of Wu Ya. Now, this vigilance has been fulfilled.
She clenched her fists and her eyes were firm. No matter what Wu Ya was planning, she would thoroughly investigate it.
Whether someone is desecrating the dead or not, she will bring the truth to light!
……
The scorching sun was like fire, and the afterglow gradually converged into twilight, igniting a touch of crimson on the horizon. Zhong Wuye and Jiekong walked side by side. The long journey had made them both fall into a state of fatigue and quiet silence.
Suddenly, Jiekong opened his mouth to break the silence: "Wuye, I have a secret to confess to you."
Zhong Wuye looked sideways at him, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. Jiekong's expression seemed more serious than ever, and even those eyes that always contained a faint smile now revealed a rare melancholy.
"Do you remember where we first met?" After the voice fell, Jiekong stopped and turned around to face Zhong Wuye.
"Of course," Zhong Wuye nodded, "That was at Ciji Temple. At that time, you were still a poor little novice, and the abbot sent you to sweep the floor and wipe the windows"
"Yes, I grew up in that temple," Jiekong sighed softly, "But do you know that I am not actually a member of the temple."
Zhong Wuye was slightly startled, and a strange premonition suddenly surged in her heart. Jiekong saw her expression change slightly and continued to say:
"I was an abandoned baby back then. The abbot accidentally found me outside the mountain gate and took me back to the temple to raise me. It's a pity that the abbot kept his mouth shut about my background and family history, and didn't reveal anything until his death."
Speaking of this, Jiekong looked sad, as if he had thousands of words, but he was also firmly bound by something. Seeing this, Zhong Wuye couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.
Jiekong slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and then said: "After years of investigation and investigation, I finally discovered that perhaps there is someone who knows my life experience, and he is in the border tribe of the Northern Zhou Kingdom."
"So." Zhong Wuye nodded thoughtfully, "So you have been looking for your roots all the way."
"Yes," Jiekong smiled helplessly, "I also want to figure out who I am and where I come from. I hope this time there will be a breakthrough."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fluttering footstep suddenly sounded in the bushes by the side of the road. Zhong Wuye and Jiekong suddenly woke up, guarding the surroundings while slowly moving towards the bushes.
Suddenly, a monster darted out from the bushes. Its entire body was fiery red, and its hands were equipped with sharp claws. Its foul-smelling mouth spewed corrosive flames. Just then, a little boy, only six or seven years old, was grabbed by the hair by the monster, dragged to the ground, and screamed miserably.
"Not good, it's a Fire-Hating Demon!" Zhong Wuye whispered, his hand already on his sword, his expression stern. "It seems it's after that little boy!"
No sooner said than done, the Fire-Hating Demon suddenly lunged forward, brandishing its claws. The sharp claws drew dazzling sparks in the air, as it grinned, wanting to tear the little boy apart!
Seeing that a tragedy was about to occur, Jiekong suddenly flipped and leaped out, his precious saber unsheathed, the sound of metal clashing ringing through the clouds!
"Go to hell!"
Jiekong shouted, and the precious saber in his hand suddenly glowed with a golden light a dozen feet long. A dazzling sword aura shot straight out, forcefully cutting off one of the Fire-Hating Demon's claws!
"Ahhhh!" The monster's painful roar spread far and wide, and a rain of fire rose all around. Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, Zhong Wuye immediately joined the battle, his sword continuously stabbing at the monster.
At this critical moment, the little boy who had been dragged on the ground suddenly struggled to get up, trembling as he hid to the side, his whole body covered in wounds, but none of them were serious.
Seeing this, the monster obviously realized the danger of the situation, frantically twisting its fiery red body, desperately brandishing its claws around. Jiekong was quick-witted and nimble, his precious saber flashing out, and he unloaded the demon flames piece by piece. But at this moment, Zhong Wuye suddenly noticed that Jiekong had left a very obvious flaw at a critical moment!
"Careful!" Zhong Wuye shouted urgently, his eyes like lightning, his sword already blocking the fatal blow for Jiekong.
But unexpectedly, Jiekong did not take the opportunity to finish off the monster. Instead, he smiled slightly and put away his precious saber.
The monster suddenly felt as if it had been reborn. It grinned and flicked its tail, a flash of fire, and in an instant, it had disappeared into the bushes without a trace.
Zhong Wuye looked at Jiekong with a face full of surprise. He saw him walk straight to the little boy and comfort him with gentle words.
His eyes even carried a trace of pity.