Grudge Breaker

Chapter 215: A Thousand and One Threads
"The number of souls in the Sanzu River is clearly wrong, but I can't see what the problem is."

After coming out of the basement, Bei Huashan took Mo Tingfeng and Zhuang Yuheng into the secret room of Wunian Mansion. He was worried and threatened a critical attack as soon as he opened his mouth.

Both of them frowned after hearing this.

“Too much or too little?”

“Sharply reduced.”

It is not difficult to see the seriousness of the matter from the expressions of the three people.

This is indeed unreasonable.
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In the sleep world, unless there is a large-scale natural disaster or a large monster causing trouble, it is very rare for the number of souls in the Sanzu River to fluctuate greatly.

Even the damage caused by the catastrophe in the southern border eighty years ago was within a reasonable range of fluctuations.

Normal souls themselves do not pose a threat, and there is a powerful barrier set up by the Heavenly Venerable from the upper realm at the end of the Sanzu River. Therefore, even though there are many evil spirits in the Youmei Realm, they all commit crimes in other areas and would never dare to cause trouble in the Sanzu River. Bei Huashan really did not expect that there would be problems here in such a peaceful state.

If Zhuang Yuheng hadn't asked her to go to Sandu River to "intercept" Song Weichen's soul, it would have taken an unknown amount of time before she discovered the abnormality.

The number of souls in Sanzuchuan has been drastically reduced... This is also the first time that Mo Tingfeng has really encountered such a situation.

In fact, it had happened once before he came to the Sleeping World. It was said that it was because of a total lunar eclipse and the simultaneous occurrence of the moon covering the eight stars in the left rim, which resulted in an extremely rare scarlet blood moon. A large number of soul-devouring beasts went berserk and rushed into the Sandu River to devour a large number of souls, but this also triggered the barrier set up by the Heavenly Venerable and caused a large number of deaths.

It happened exactly one thousand years ago. At that time, Bei Huashan was seriously injured while trying to stop the Soul-Devouring Beast from running wild. She had no physical body, and a serious injury would surely damage her soul, and she almost died.

It was precisely because of that accident that Ji Baishou resolutely resigned from his position as Si Chen and devoted himself to protecting his wife in Youmei.

This time, the sharp decline in souls clearly came without any warning, which is what is scary!
Bei Huashan patrolled the Sandu River twice and found nothing unusual, and the Tianzun barrier did not respond at all.

But there is obviously a problem with the number of souls. This matter can be serious or minor. If it continues to decrease sharply, the ratio of life and death energy will be unbalanced. The worst possibility, and the most terrifying outcome, is falling into sleep!
That's why she hurried to discuss with the other two managers and asked them to send someone to assist in the investigation.

Mo Tingfeng agreed immediately. After returning to Si Chen Mansion, he made some reorganization and specially dispatched a team of resentment-breaking masters from the underground network to carry out daily patrols in Sanduchuan.

In fact, even if Bei Huashan didn't mention it, he wanted to discuss with her after the Ghost Husband case was closed to let Master Poyuan come to Youmei to assist in the inspection.

The shrill male voice that began to appear in Lord Jinxian's mind was what happened when he was practicing in the Netherworld. Huang Meiyun also mentioned that a tall man with a shrill voice taught her how to set up a soul-locking formation in her dream, and Netherworld is the best place to capture souls in dreams. With all these things, it is hard not to suspect that this is the same person.

It is very likely that this man is hiding somewhere in Youmei!
Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that Lord Jinxian and Huang Meiyun are lying, but after analysis, Mo Tingfeng tends to believe that they are telling the truth.

Let’s talk about Kongmei first. Although Zhuang Yuheng adopted a management method of governing by doing nothing, and he was able to come and go freely in all directions, the large number of immortal masters made it impossible for evil spirits to hide. This person was treacherous and extremely cautious, so it was unlikely that he would set foot in Kongmei.

There are masters of breaking grudges stationed in Chenmei, so evil spirits cannot hide. Even if they commit crimes, they come and go as fast as lightning and immediately flee to Youmei after committing the crime. This is why the Sichen Mansion often goes to Youmei to capture chaotic spirits.

Youmei is a place where evil spirits abound, and its hazy darkness is the best place to hide. Mo Tingfeng has enough reasons to suspect that the man with a shrill voice and the forces behind him are lurking somewhere in Youmei with ill intentions. They are closely related to the case of the ghost husband, the case of Nian Niang, and even the disappearance of the man in white robe!
He must catch him! .
Ah chirp.

Song Weichen sneezed weakly.

The night wind was cold, and she subconsciously shrank into Mo Tingfeng's arms.

This action brought Mo Tingfeng, who had been thinking about the rapid decline of his soul, back to his senses.

Only then did he realize that he had fallen asleep in his arms without him noticing, her little nose pressed against the crook of his neck, gently exhaling warm breath, which made him feel warm inside as well.

I'm so glad she's okay.

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He looked at her steadily, as if she had just called his name, and their kiss and conversation all seemed like a dream.

Mo Tingfeng admitted that it was not until this moment that he felt some sense of reality - perhaps it was because he had stayed in the fantasy world for too long, and there was an emotional delay in everything that happened in the real world.

So it was not until this moment that he began to feel truly afraid.

I was afraid that she was really dead when she lay there in the basement of Wu Nian Mansion with no breath and her body cold.

Only then did the extreme fear of losing her surge out, climb up and grip his heart.

But clearly, at this moment, she had body temperature and a heartbeat, and she was staying in his arms just fine.

Mo Tingfeng didn't understand why he was so extremely afraid of losing her.

He was even in a daze for a moment, unsure of what was real, or even whether she was real or whether she really existed.

He panicked.

Subconsciously, he hugged the little guy tighter, and ended up waking up Song Weichen.

She stretched her arms and legs lazily in his arms, blinking her deer eyes at him, and Mo Tingfeng's panic was instantly relieved a lot.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart. She was really in his arms now. This was not an illusion. He had not lost her.

"Weiwei, we're home."

Hearing this, Song Weichen poked his head out and found that the two had already flown over Si Chen Mansion. Looking at the brightly lit mansion and the bustling Water Street Night Market, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Although it was only half a month before the large group set out for the ghost market, because she had stayed in Huangjia Village in the illusion for several months, she now had a sense of regret as if she had returned after being away for half her life.

“It feels like I’ve been away for a long time.”

"Where are He Ran and Wu Jiu? I want to go see them."

"You are injured, go back and have a good rest. How about going tomorrow?"

"Going right now."
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Unable to persuade her, Mo Tingfeng had to take Song Weichen to the provincial Chinese medicine clinic. He originally planned to let her rest and then come back alone.

Unexpectedly, the doctor from the Territory Lord's Mansion was also there.

It turned out that the old man had heard that the two commanders of Tianluodiwang were seriously injured, so he sent the best doctor in the mansion to Sichen Mansion early. When he saw Mo Tingfeng coming, the doctor hurried over to pay his respects and reported in detail on the treatment of the two men's injuries.

As they were talking, Zhuang Yuheng also appeared. Judging from the time, he should have gone back to Sikong Mansion to take a shower and change clothes, and then hurried over.

Zhuang Yuheng did not tell Mo Tingfeng that he would come. Instead, he was a little surprised to see him and Song Weichen there.

"Weiwei's injury hasn't healed yet. Why are you running here instead of taking her back to rest?"

"Yuheng, why are you..."

Mo Tingfeng stopped talking halfway through the question. It was normal for Zhuang Yuheng to come quietly to treat the two of them since he was kindhearted. However, the doctor from the Lord's Mansion was frightened. He had never seen two masters at the same time in his entire life. He was so terrified that his hands were shaking so much that he almost couldn't even give acupuncture.

"I'll do it." Zhuang Yuheng smiled and took it. As expected of the King of Medicine, within half an incense stick of time, the two woke up. Seeing Mo Tingfeng sitting on the chair between the two beds guarding them, they could not hide their excitement and struggled to get up, but were stopped by Mo Tingfeng.

"My lord...my lord..."

Ding Heran murmured, with stars twinkling in his eyes as if it was going to rain.

Ye Wujiu's emotions were also somewhat out of control. He looked at Mo Tingfeng, then at Ding Heran, and tried his best to hold back.

Mo Tingfeng patted them on the shoulders, his face full of satisfaction and appreciation.

"You have done a great job. You are worthy of being the people of Sichen Mansion. I am proud of you."

"Thanks to you, Weiwei and I were able to return safely from the illusion, and the ghost husband case was successfully solved."

"He Ran, I sense that your magic has greatly improved. In three months, the warlock classification test will be held every fifty years. I think you have reached the quasi-A level. Take good care of your injuries and recover well, and prepare for the test."

"Wujiu, you are a rare dual-element quasi-A-level warlock. Although there has never been a dual-element A-level warlock in history, I believe you can be that exception."

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Song Weichen stood aside and watched the three people chatting from afar. She felt relieved when she saw Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu Wuyu. As soon as she relaxed, she suddenly felt very, very tired. A feeling of exhaustion came suddenly without any warning.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it is like a mobile phone that still has 80% battery power, but is suddenly taken from a warm room to a place with a temperature of minus degrees Celsius in an extremely cold place, and is faced with the feeling of powerlessness caused by performance failure and the imminent crash.

She didn't want to interrupt their reunion. After all, they had fought for each other since they parted in the illusion, but they had never had a good talk. All she could do at this moment was to try her best to hold on and not show any abnormality.

"It seems that even my body is warning me to face the reality and make a choice..." Song Weichen thought with regret.

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If possible, she wanted to live with them like this for a long time, becoming the most useless white-robed man in Si Chen Mansion, and charging around in the world relying on their protection.

But reason told her that she had to find a "suitable retreat" and disappear from Si Chen Mansion before Mo Tingfeng broke the love ban and completely forgot about her.

He had to put on a complete show, otherwise when Mo Tingfeng forgot about him, he would have to get along with him because of Baipao's identity, and there would inevitably be some mistakes, which would lead to big problems.

So she had to go, and not only go, but go far away.

By then, there will be no more Song Weichen, no more zither player Sang Pu, and no more useless man in white robe in the world.

Thinking of this, Song Weichen felt the wound on her back that had already healed start to hurt again, and her whole body was about to fall. Zhuang Yuheng, who was standing beside her, noticed something was wrong and held her up.

Because of this commotion, Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu noticed that Zhuang Yuheng and Song Weichen were also there. Why did she look so pale, with all the blood gone from her face? She seemed to be more seriously injured than the two of them.

The two of them didn't know that she had blocked the knife for Zhuang Yuheng in the ghost market, and just thought that she was injured in the illusion.

Ding Heran, in particular, believed that it was because of his failure to take good care of Song Weichen that Song Weichen became like this, and he felt even more guilty.

"Brother Wei..."

Ding Heran called her, and regretted that he was unable to give her the bed.

Zhuang Yuheng helped her walk to their bed. Song Weichen stretched out his hand to help Ding Heran tidy up her messy hair, and tucked the corner of the quilt for Ye Wujiu.

She smiled, trying to look more cheerful.

"Rest well, I'll take you to team building when you're well again..."

"We have researched several new dishes in the illusion this time. Then we will let Master Si Chen show you his skills."

Song Weichen wanted to say more, but a sudden pain in her back made her unable to speak anymore. Her eyes went dark and she fell to the ground.

Mo Tingfeng quickly supported him, and without bothering to talk to Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu, he picked up Song Weichen and walked out of the clinic and went straight to Tingfeng Mansion. Zhuang Yuheng, who was worried, followed him.

The clinic fell silent in an instant. The doctor was busy preparing medicine while the medicine boy was guarding outside the door. Only Ding Heran and Ye Wujiu were left in the room, staring at each other.
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"Do you owe me an explanation?"

Ye Wujiu, who had been silent, spoke.

"Ah? What's the explanation?"

"Why did you risk your life to save me?"

"Isn't that nonsense? You would do the same."

Ding Heran rolled his eyes. It was just that his arm was broken and he couldn't lift it, otherwise I really wanted to slap him on the head.

"Oh, I can't."

"I understand that we shouldn't fight head-on when there's a huge disparity in strength."

Ding Heran was almost choked to death by Ye Wujiu's words. You risked your life to save others, but others insulted you to death.

He snorted loudly, turned his head and stared at the ceiling, ignoring him.

"Honestly, don't do stupid things like this again. If something happens, just run away and don't worry about me."

The second half of the sentence he didn't say was, "From now on, it will be my turn to fight for you."

Ding Heran had no idea how Ye Wujiu felt. She just thought that she had saved a fool who didn't understand the ways of the world. She cursed Ye Wujiu resentfully in her heart, insulting every part of his body.

Ye Wujiu looked at Ding Heran's angry profile and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but then he became serious again.

"Eh."

"Tsururan."

"Tsururan?"

"Ding Heran."

"what!"

Ye Wujiu called Ding Heran for the fourth time before she responded to him unhappily.

"Let's get down to business."

"I don't know if you noticed, but I just... seemed to sense a hint of puppet energy from Brother Wei."