Grudge Breaker

Chapter 308: Twelve Immortals
The territory lord’s mansion collapsed!
The air was filled with smoke and dust, destroying everything in its path.

Like the sinkhole in the Hidden Mist Village, the entire mansion sank into a deep pit. Thick black fog was swirling inside, and a foul stench was wafting in the air. It seemed that there were monsters covered with sticky scales roaming around in it. There was no living person in sight.

This incident was so horrifying that no one had any emotion other than the desire to rescue - for example, Ye Wujiu was completely numb.

He led more than a hundred resentment-breaking masters to search carefully in the black fog. Although the black fog was not poisonous, it seemed to have some ability to make people lose their way - even though everyone formed a "tail formation" and moved forward, they still got separated.

By the time Ye Wujiu realized it, he was already alone.

And in the darkness, something seemed to be waiting for him.

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Ye Wujiu subconsciously touched the wound on his arm, but was surprised to find that it had disappeared!

The wound corroded by the necromancer's blood curse, the strange rune that tormented him every day and made him restless, disappeared out of thin air without any warning.

The skin on the arm was healthy and intact, with no evidence that there had ever been a mark from hell there.

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wrong.

wrong!

Ye Wujiu broke out in a cold sweat when he realized something - that was not his arm at all.

His arms "now" are obviously thicker than before. Upon closer inspection, not only his arms, but his body is full of tendons, with broad shoulders and thick back like an adult wild bear. This is not his body at all.

"Who, who's there?"

Suddenly someone spoke in the darkness not far away, and the voice made Ye Wujiu subconsciously take several steps back, hiding his breath and body into the darkness and becoming a part of it. But even so, the shock in his pupils could not be hidden.

He would recognize that voice even if it turned into ashes.

It was his own voice.

……

So, it is he who speaks.
Then who am I standing in this sticky darkness at this moment?

The answer may not be difficult to guess.
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"Ma Zhenchun, what do you want?"

Ye Wujiu asked in his telepathic voice.

"You keep saying you want me to kill you, you're lying!"

"What you really want is exactly the same as Du Juan! You want to abandon your old body and be reborn in someone else's body. Am I right?"

"Ma Zhenchun, I know you are here, answer me!"

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"childish."

Sure enough, the voice of the necromancer Ma Zhenchun appeared in Ye Wujiu's head. Although it was a whisper, it was extremely clear, as if he was standing next to him at this moment.

The voice was so close that Ye Wujiu had the illusion that Ma Zhenchun was the darkness itself, and to himself who was in it, he felt like a creator with complete control over his creation.

"Do the Twelve Immortals know?"

Ma Zhenchun spoke, but did not seem to directly answer Ye Wujiu's question.

"Longevity, bathing, crown, official, emperor, decline, illness, death, tomb, extinction, fetus, nourishment, these are the twelve long lives, a complete cycle of energy from conception to extinction."

"This energy is just like the energy of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, the mountains and rivers turning into the sea, and the stars being born and dying. They are all just a slice of the endless energy of this universe."

“When you have the opportunity to become a specific energy within this, the body and flesh are nothing but shackles.”

"Of course, you won't understand what I'm telling you. I didn't understand it before either. Actually, I should thank the demon who transformed me into a necromancer. I have the honor of being able to touch and perceive higher-level energy, and even - become energy itself."

"So how could I be interested in your mortal body?"

"Ye Wujiu, what I want is the same from the beginning to the end - kill me."

"Only by truly killing me can I escape from this shackle."

"You, kill me as soon as possible, don't let me down."

"Of course, if you can't do that, you will be corroded by my blood parasite and slowly become the new plaything of that demon... Then your situation will be even worse than mine."

"Do you think that everything you are going through now is caused by me? Haha, Ye Wujiu, put away your self-righteousness and feel it carefully."

……

The necromancer's voice disappeared from his mind.

As his voice faded, Ye Wujiu returned to his own body and was no longer the shell of Ma Zhenchun.

There was no sound around him, but his heart was beating like a drum.

Ye Wujiu realized a problem. The darkness in the surrounding area and even the collapse of the territory lord's mansion were all caused by him. He was the instigator.

The crack in the ground covered by the dark fog was a huge rune - it was the wound that "disappeared" from his arm.

In other words, he simply entered into a nightmare caused by the strange wound on his arm.

And just as he realized this, the black air in the surroundings suddenly condensed into a whirlwind and began to drill into his arm! The black air contained countless strange and deformed faces, as well as screams and cries from souls, just like an endless hell.

Accompanied by a sharp, indescribable pain, everything around returned to its original state.
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"you're awake?"

"Old Ye, you've been unconscious for two days, and your body was burning hot. I thought I had to prepare for your funeral."

Ding Heran spoke in a relaxed tone and took out a white paper flower. It was delicate, but one could tell at a glance that it was "for funeral ceremonies".

"Look at my skills. Wow, Old Ye, you are lucky to have me!"

Don’t be fooled by Ding Heran’s threats. In fact, he has been worried to death these past two days and has been guarding Ye Wujiu without sleep.

On the day of the accident, he went to ask Zhuang Yuheng to come and rescue people. Before he even opened his mouth, he knelt down and said that he would rather sacrifice his own life to get Ye Wujiu back. It's just that he is acting like a big shot now that he has woken up.

"The Territory Lord's Mansion..."

Ye Wujiu was not in the mood to chat with Ding Heran. He just wanted to confirm one thing, whether there was any problem with the Territory Lord's Mansion - was it his nightmare, or was the collapse real? However, Ding Heran misunderstood, thinking that Ye Wujiu was asking about going to the Territory Lord's Mansion for a banquet.

"The banquet at the Territory Lord's Mansion is tomorrow night. Oh, look how anxious you are. You can make it in time! You can't miss out on the delicious food, fine wine, and beautiful women."

Ye Wujiu understood in his heart that it was indeed an illusion.

But why did he "see" the collapse of the Lord's Mansion?

Could it be that the necromancer was hinting something to him?
Ma Zhenchun wanted me to get rid of him so much that he would definitely not give any clues randomly - could it be that the key to solving the mystery is in the Lord's Mansion?

What is there?
Ye Wujiu carefully recalled everything in his nightmare and suddenly realized something!

"I want to see the adults!"

He struggled to get up, but was stopped by Ding Heran.
"Just lie still! Catch your breath first before you think of anything else."

Seeing that he couldn't stop her, Ding Heran hurriedly added, "The adults come to see you every day, and I expect them to come today too. Grandfather, no matter how big the problem is, you should take care of yourself first and rest peacefully!"

"Wujiu, wake up!"

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The two were pulling each other when a clear female voice was heard, and Song Weichen and Mo Tingfeng came.

Song Weichen was very happy to see him wake up. He skipped to Ye Wujiu, touched his forehead, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's OK, I won't burn it anymore."

Zhuang Yuheng said that as long as Ye Wujiu could wake up within three days, nothing serious would happen.

Ye Wujiu was obviously embarrassed when Song Weichen touched his forehead. Although he was full of gratitude, he quietly moved back a little to keep a distance, and then clasped his fists towards the two of them.

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I have an urgent matter to report!"

He briefly told everyone about the fall of the Territory Lord's Mansion that he saw in his nightmare, and emphasized a detail that he had naturally overlooked in the black fog at that time -

He and a group of resentment-breaking masters did not gain nothing when they walked in the black fog. They found Ruan Mianmian!

No, it should be said that they did not find Ruan Mianmian, but she seemed to have been waiting for them there, and after they met, they naturally walked together.

Ruan Mianmian was trapped in a dry well next to the water pavilion in the back garden of the lord's mansion.

After the collapse, the dry well was exposed and she walked out by herself.

What’s interesting is that, perhaps because the nightmare was unreal, the dry well was connected to the ancient well in Zhusha Town where “Huozhezi” took the mission, to a cave halfway up the mountain in an icy and snowy area, and to a dense forest with many wisterias. However, Ye Wujiu was very unfamiliar with the latter two places and could not match them with the real places.

"I dare to speculate that this is a hint from Ma Zhenchun. He really wants me to kill him, so he left me a clue on purpose."

"But...it can't be ruled out as a trap."

"I dare not make any rash judgment on this matter. Please make your judgment."

Mo Tingfeng seemed to be thinking about something after listening to this.

Indeed, the conclusion of the previous search through the blood handkerchief showed that Ruan Mianmian was in the Lord's Mansion. Regardless of whether it was a trap or not, we should take the opportunity of attending the banquet at the Lord's Mansion to find out.

But why did Ye Wujiu's nightmare image point to the Lord's Mansion?
It is true that he and the necromancer have a connection because of the blood curse, but could it be that... someone in the Lord's Mansion is really involved in this matter?

But to be able to take away a dying Class A sorcerer without anyone noticing and refine him into an undead killing weapon in the corpse formation, even in the Territory Lord's Mansion, there is probably only one person who has such power, ability and magical power and can do this.

Mo Tingfeng didn't dare to guess any more.

Leave everything to the facts.

Whether there is such a dry well next to the water pavilion, you will find out by taking a look.

If we can really discover something by then, it will not be too late to deal with it after getting the evidence.

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"We will have a banquet tomorrow night. Please be flexible and be careful."

He held Song Weichen's hand, his heart and eyes full of concern.

"Especially you. You will be attending the banquet tomorrow as both a zither player and a white robed man. You must be even more cautious. Safety is the most important thing. Remember not to leave my sight."

When Song Weichen heard this, his expression instantly turned into the same one as the one in the "crouching like a little cat" emoticon.

"For others, all roads lead to Rome, but for me, all roads lead to cattle and horses."

"Boss Mo, tomorrow is the weekend, and you want me to cosplay and work two jobs at the same time. Let's make a deal. According to the labor law, you have to at least triple my salary."

She wanted to tease him and ease his worries, as well as her own nervousness.

The last time she met the territory master, she was punished to kneel and almost lost her life. This time, she also had to secretly investigate Ruan Mianmian's disappearance, which made her feel as tragic as if she was going to a Hongmen Banquet.

However, she didn't want to make Mo Tingfeng worry, so she had to play with abstraction and rounding off, which also helped to relieve her nervous mood.

Mo Tingfeng knew that she was trying to make him feel at ease, so he didn't mention it again. He just secretly vowed to protect Song Weichen. Even if the Lord's Mansion really collapsed tomorrow, he would not let her get hurt in the slightest.
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In the blink of an eye, it was already the evening of the next day.

Song Weichen changed into Sang Pu's attire and put on a white robe on the outside. Because there was an eye-blocking restriction on the robe, she could switch between the white-robed venerable and the zither player Sang Pu very smoothly. She just had to be careful not to be seen by anyone who was unaware of the situation.

Everything was ready, and several people boarded the Soul-Zai Boat and headed towards the Lord's Mansion.

After all, it was a "royal family". The rules and pomp of the lord's mansion were different from those of other noble mansions she had visited. As soon as she entered the main fiefdom, she was asked to dismount and walk without even seeing the shadow of the gate.

Leading to the gate of the territory lord's mansion is a wide tree-lined avenue. It is not luxurious at all. The occasional lanterns for night lighting are made of ordinary antiseptic wood, which gives it a sense of a hermit returning to the mountains and wilderness.

This was Song Weichen's first time here, and he couldn't hide his curiosity. As he was looking around, he caught a glimpse of an extremely luxurious flying chariot above his head. It ignored all the rules and sped towards the gate of the territory lord's mansion.

"Who is this prodigal son? Why is he so arrogant?"

Song Weichen was full of mockery in his heart, but suddenly, the mocking smile froze on his face.

She should have recognized that flying chariot. There was a big word "Cang" embroidered on the curtain flag of the chariot. How could she have forgotten it?

That was Cangyue Mansion's vehicle. Song Weichen had seen it when she lived in the mansion before, but at that time it was Gu Cangyue who personally carried her around, so she had never sat in it.

Song Weichen's heart skipped a beat.

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