The Spirit World

Chapter 769 So It’s a Miracle
However, after the rat demon eats a human heart, it will dig its own nest to give birth to its own rat demon cubs.

It will definitely appear.

It must also need to appear.

There were some red rust lines on the rat demon's body, which were extremely ugly. It sniffed Ning Sanqi's scent and slowly crawled to the top of Ning Sanqi's head, almost silently, deceiving everyone's spiritual power fluctuations. Wang Xiaoling and Xu Anran outside the door did not make any movement at all.

The rat demon stared at the sleeping Ning Sanqi with its black round eyes. Its long and thin tail gently hooked around Ning Sanqi's neck. Suddenly, a burst of red demonic power burst out and wrapped around Ning Sanqi's neck. With a tremor, Ning Sanqi suddenly woke up in bed and slapped the edge of the bed in pain.

Just like the night before, when Wang Po was making a big fuss on the bed, Ning Sanqi was sleeping soundly beside the bed, without any movement, until Wang Po died, she never made a sound. Ning Sanqi also slept soundly all night, and when he woke up, he could only see Wang Po without a heart and blood all over the floor. He had never been afraid of red blood, and never knew the importance of the heart. It's not that no one told him, but that he couldn't understand, so no one told him.

Ning Sanqi's neck was wrapped by the rat demon's tail. After a long struggle, he finally grabbed his neck with his hands. His face flushed, he kicked the edge of the bed with his feet, which made a tapping sound. In a flash, Wang Xiaoling and Xu Anran, who were chatting lightly at the door, suddenly kicked open Sanqi's room, and all the members of the Royal Guard appeared at this time, scaring the rat demon so much that it trembled and ran away like crazy. It tightened its tail and wanted to pull Ning Sanqi away, so Ning Sanqi pinched his neck and suddenly fainted.

Only when the knife cut off the rat demon's tail did the rat demon fail to drag Ning Sanqi's head away from its body.

So, probably, perhaps, Wang Po also had to die. If Ning Sanqi was a normal child with hearing, and was awakened by Wang Po's struggle, the rat demon would have been frightened and would have dragged Wang Po away.

Ning Sanqi, who had no weapons and didn't know how to resist, could only look at a headless corpse.

There is no reason to eat, just because you are hungry.

The rat demon's havoc ended so abruptly.

But in return, Ning Sanqi had to leave Bailing Mountain quietly. Even Ning Hongqian and Ning Dongqing didn't know about it.

Perhaps because it was too embarrassing, most people in Bailing Mountain only knew that someone died in Bailing Mountain, and only one person really died, and that was Wang Po.

Wang Po was inconspicuous in the Haiying Pavilion, and she was also inconspicuous while raising children in Bailing Mountain. Her death only took up half a day of the Bailing Mountain disciples' time, because Bailing Mountain was about to hold the annual Bailing Memorial Ceremony.

Bai Ling Memorial Ceremony is the day that needs the most cheers and joy. In order to commemorate the first patriarch who founded Bai Ling Mountain, three consecutive days of celebration will be held in the streets and alleys of Bai Ling Mountain. So really no one will be there during these days.

And the child who was picked up at the foot of Bailing Mountain seven years ago, who now had a name, Ning Sanqi, was walking slowly at the foot of the mountain. In a world without sound, even the fireworks from the firecrackers, with their brilliant colors, had lost the little meaning that could have become a startling cry.

The colorful and dazzling Bailing Mountain is the real Bailing Mountain.

Rather than a children's paradise without sound.

Ning Dongqing went to find Ning Sanqi, and Ning Hongqian went to find Ning Sanqi, but they found nothing. Because they could only see the colorful Bailing Mountain and the colorful future, not a voiceless loser.

Ning Sanqi didn't know their names because he couldn't hear them or call out their names.

When he came, the birds followed him.

When he went, he followed the birds.

The colorful birds were guiding him in the dark.

"My dear sheep..." There was a tall and handsome man standing behind him. Ning Sanqi could not hear or feel the presence of anyone behind him.

He walked slowly, running among the cheering crowd. They cheered towards Bailing Mountain, and he left Bailing Mountain. Xun Huangying followed Ning Sanqi, and Ning Sanqi followed Niaoque.

"Little master's..." A blue goldfish slowly followed behind him.

"Little brat..." An elf that could not be seen in Bailing Mountain also followed.

They appeared and disappeared for such a long time, and finally they left.

Ning Sanqi turned back suddenly, and saw a scene he had never seen before: the colorful Bailing Mountain, with disciples flying with swords, and disciples controlling the dance of all kinds of spiritual souls.

The starry sky and the night are like the sky that is slowly closing. Under the colorful Bailing Mountain, the shining Bailing Mountain is dark and transparent, just like a life that has been turned upside down. It is no longer clear which side is the sky and which side is the underground.

"Child..." Wang Po's voice echoed in Ning Sanqi's ears. He turned back suddenly in shock. For the first time, he heard the voice from the dead. His lost ears returned to him in another form.

He didn't know what the child meant, but he knew that Wang Po's ghost was calling him.

Because he could see the same weak lips moving in the same way as when Wang Po called her.

"I..." Ning Sanqi, who had a name long ago, stood beside Wang Po. His hairpin fell to the ground and his hair was scattered. His hair, which had never been really cut, turned white in an instant, shining with golden light under the colorful Bailing Mountain.

All that I vaguely remembered came flooding back to my mind, but I had also truly lost some of the feelings I had.

"You see... I told you... it's useless..." The young prince sighed slowly and stood beside Wang Po. Wang Po looked at her Ning Sanqi quietly and smiled amiably.

"You are such a person, someone who will not cry even in desperate situations." The little prince smiled helplessly: "You are a point of light... my king... you are a miracle in yourself... my dear king..."

Ning Sanqi leaned sideways, looking at the colorful, brilliant, and inverted starry sky, and calmly crushed the stars in his hands.

Just like a dream, Ning Sanqi collapsed on the street. Because several disciples of Bailing Mountain had seen Wang Po and Ning Sanqi who always followed Wang Po, he was sent back to Bailing Mountain in a coma.

The inverted starry sky began to flow, colorful and shining like a sunflower with the sun.

One after another, life; circle after circle, annual rings.

Ning Sanqi has his own miracle.

Perhaps everyone has a miracle.

It’s just that some people need to suffer, while others just need to accept it calmly.

The starry sky, like the scorching sun, is naturally part of the miracle.

Dead people will also be sad, and dead stars will also wail.

(End of this chapter)