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Chapter 240 Life and Death Gu

In the mist, the long eyelashes of the woman in white trembled, her eyes became darker, she stared at Shen Chuhan for a moment, Fang Liang said, "You... who is your wife?" Her voice trembled slightly, It doesn't seem to be cool just now.

Shen Chuhan frowned slightly, and a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

However, since he asked others first, he couldn't refuse the other party's question. He glanced at the woman in white and said heavily, "My wife's surname is Song, and her name is Qinghuan."

The little sunlight that leaked from the gaps in the branches and leaves hit the face of the woman in white. She was hidden in the mottled shadows of the trees with an unclear expression on her face.

But Shen Chuhan clearly felt that after he said this, the woman's aura changed, as if... there seemed to be a moment of sadness?
Shen Chuhan didn't know where this strange feeling came from, he raised his eyes to the woman in white, suppressed his temper and waited for her next words.

"She... she's dead?" Just as the forest fell into a deathly silence, the woman in white suddenly spoke, her cool tone made her heart beat inexplicably stagnant.

Shen Chuhan lowered his eyes, his face was full of self-blame.He nodded and replied, "Yes."

Before the words fell, the woman in white opened her mouth a little hastily.

"She... how did she die?"

The originally calm tone was sharp for a moment, causing Shen Chuhan's eyes to tremble, and he looked up at the woman in white suspiciously.Why did he feel that this saintess of the Fulan clan was a little weird?
Appearing suddenly in the forest, and rescued him for an unknown purpose, the words he said were also confusing.

Xu Shi felt Shen Chuhan's suspicion, the woman in white looked away, and a faint voice came, "surname Song?"

Seeing that the woman seemed to know something about the situation in Yunqing Continent, Shen Chuhan only thought she was curious about Song Qinghuan's identity, thought for a while and said, "The saint has not left the island for a long time, do you know the situation in Yunqing Continent? Song The surname is the surname of King Yu today, and my wife is the Empress of Yu Kingdom."

The woman in white raised her brows, and the mist in her eyes became thicker, "You just said that your name is Shen Chuhan? Your wife is the emperor of a country, but as far as I know, the royal families of the four countries do not have the surname Shen, and you are just her concubine? Did you find it here?" There were many doubts in the words.

"My servant..." Shen Chuhan paused, but still confessed, "My real identity is Emperor Zhaojun."

The word Shen Chuhan that just blurted out just now is just that he has not yet adapted to the new identity of Emperor Zhao, or in other words, he does not want to adapt.

The happiest time in his life was when he met Ah Wan for Shen Chuhan.

The woman's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were still light and clear, surprise flashed across her eyes, she stared straight at Shen Chuhan, "You——is Emperor Zhao."

After a pause, he asked, "The emperor of a country should be exposed to both rain and dew, so why does he only love one person?"

"I, Junshu, have only loved Song Qinghuan in my whole life, and I will only marry her alone." Shen Chuhan's tone was cold and resounding.

The woman in white seemed to be touched, and she gave a low "um", her eyes became deeper and deeper, and she suddenly spoke again, with a cold tone, "Where is she?"

Shen Chuhan was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that the woman in white was asking about Song Qinghuan's whereabouts, her brows and eyes lit up, "Did the saint... promise to save my wife?"

"Although the Fulan people have abilities different from ordinary people, if they forcibly change their lives against the sky, they may suffer backlash. But..." Her eyes paused on Shen Chuhan's face, "Since I am a member of the royal family of the Four Kingdoms, I... can Take a look first."

Shen Chuhan was a little surprised.

He originally thought that the Fulan tribe lived in seclusion because they did not want to participate in worldly disputes.However, listening to her tone, wouldn't the Fulan people still have special treatment for the royal families of the Four Kingdoms?

He had always been vigilant, the saintess of the Fulan tribe appeared strangely, and her words were reserved, she was half-doubtful in her heart, she didn't move her feet, she only looked at the woman in white with a little vigilance.

Seeing his hesitation, the woman's eyes turned cold, "If I had any intention of harming you, I wouldn't have saved you just now. If you didn't want to save your wife, then just pretend I didn't say anything just now." During the speech, there was a slight expression on her face. very unhappy.

The matter has come to this point, Shen Chuhan can only take a risk, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, bowing to the woman, "Saint, please. My wife is in the north of Yuheng Island."

The woman in white nodded, "Follow me." After the words fell, she tapped her toes, and in a flash, she disappeared.

Seeing that her lightness kung fu is so good, Shen Chuhan was somewhat convinced, and followed her with lightness kung fu.

The woman in white was very familiar with this forest, and with her leading the way, the return journey was much faster.

Soon, night falls.

The night in the forest was as dark as ink, and one could barely see within one step. From time to time, there were shrill and sharp screams from all around, which made the atmosphere in the forest even more terrifying.

But Shen Chuhan was not afraid of these, and the woman in white was even more unmoved.

Because it was inconvenient to travel at night, the two decided to rest at the same place for one night and set off again tomorrow morning.

Shen Chuhan built a fire, and sat down beside the fire with her.

He took dry food and distributed it to the woman in white, but the woman in white shook her head and smiled faintly, thanking him.

Shen Chuhan was slightly surprised.

This white-clothed woman has a kind of fairy air that does not eat the fireworks of the world. Could it be that, as a saintess of the Fulan tribe, she really does not eat ordinary food?
Because there is still something to be asked of her tomorrow, Shen Chuhan can't make the atmosphere too stiff. Seeing her eyes closed and her head bowed in silence, Shen Chuhan thought for a while, and then said deeply, "I don't know what to call your Excellency?"

The woman in white slowly opened her eyes and looked at him through the firelight, "You call me a saint."

Shen Chuhan's heart was slightly settled.

This was the first time that the woman in white admitted that she was the saint of the Fulan clan. No matter why she came, this answer reassured him for a moment.

only--

What he wants to understand, he will not just let it go.

"I don't know... why did the saint suddenly appear in the forest?"

The woman in white clothes raised her eyes, and looked at her with an unpredictable expression. The corners of her lips hidden under the veil seemed to evoke a mocking smile, "Yuheng Island is the territory of the Fulan tribe. I should ask you that." It is."

Shen Chuhan frowned.

For some reason, he always felt that the saintess of the Fulan tribe was targeting him.

But this is the first time they met, and they didn't have any intersection before, so how could they target themselves for no reason?Maybe——she just simply doesn't like outsiders going to the island?
That being the case, why did you agree to help him?

But no matter what, Shen Chuhan had something to ask of her, so he softened his attitude and lowered his head slightly, "I also said just now that I came here to save my wife. I have long heard that there is a Fulan clan on Yuheng Island. The saintess of the clan has the ability to bring the dead back to life, and I don't want to let go of any chance."

The saintess of the Fulan tribe sneered, "How did your wife die?"

Hearing this, Shen Chuhan's brows and eyes suddenly dimmed, and his eyes were full of self-blame.

He lowered his head, and it was night again, so he shouldn't be able to see clearly the expression on his face, but he could clearly feel the cold gaze falling on his face, as if he could see through his heart completely.

The eyes of the saintess of the Fulan tribe grew colder, "Is your wife's death related to you?"

Shen Chuhan was silent. He was not a good-natured man. After Song Qinghuan passed away, he lost his weakness. He almost wanted to destroy the world and let the whole world be buried with him. At this time, the saint of Fulan tribe suddenly mentioned this topic, and his heart The hostility was getting heavier and heavier.

However, when he thought that Song Qinghuan might still have a glimmer of hope to be resurrected, he swallowed the anger and aggrievedness, looked up, his eyes returned to ancient well, and said a word coldly, "Yes."

The saintess of the Fulan tribe shot her sharp eyes, and said in a sarcastic tone, "You are really sincere."

Shen Chuhan lowered his head and did not speak.

He knew that now was not the time to act on his will, no matter whether the Fulan tribe saintess in front of him was an enemy or a friend, as far as he was concerned, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up.

Seeing that he fell silent, and his face was obviously dull, the saintess of the Fulan tribe opened her mouth, and wanted to say something more, but she finally stopped, closed her eyes again, and did not make another sound.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, the two went on the road again.

The journey was safe and sound, and it didn't take long before I left the vast jungle.

The saintess of the Fulan Tribe looked around and said in a cold tone, "You have done a lot of homework."

Knowing that her attitude towards him was a bit strange, Shen Chuhan didn't care about it, he just bowed his hands forward, "Saint, please." He said, discerning the direction, and walked towards the cave where he came.

After walking for a while, the cave appeared in front of us.

Shen Chuhan peeled off the camouflage that was purposely covered at the entrance of the cave, bent down and entered the cave, and the saintess of the Fulan tribe also walked in behind him.

Carefully cleaning off the leaves on Song Qinghuan's face, looking at her increasingly pale face, Shen Chuhan's hands trembled a little, he took a deep breath before calming down, and looked up at the saintess of the Fulan clan.

Seeing this, he was surprised.

Although the light in the cave was not clear, he could see that the holy girl's eyes seemed to be shining with water, and she was staring at Song Qinghuan who was lying on Shen Chuhan's coat without blinking.

The weird feeling in Shen Chuhan's heart rose again.

The holy girl of the Fulan clan squatted in front of Song Qinghuan, stretched out her hand, brushed her fingertips over her face, and spoke again in a cold voice, "She...how did she die?"

Shen Chuhan's heart twisted, and he barely suppressed the burning pain in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "She...she jumped down from the city wall..."

The hand of the saintess of the Fulan tribe stopped, and her eyes fell on Song Qinghuan's face for a long time.

Suddenly, she got up, her voice became colder and more ethereal, her eyes were blank, "You want me to revive him?"

Shen Chuhan nodded heavily, "Please let the saintess do it! No matter what the price, I am willing!"

The eyes of the saintess of the Fulan tribe seemed to be even colder, and the cold eyes paused for a long time on Shen Chuhan's face, "Do you know that forcibly resurrecting the dead is an act of changing fate against the sky?"

"I know. I will bear the consequences if I change my fate against the sky."

"If one life was exchanged for another, would you be willing?"

"I am willing." Shen Chuhan did not hesitate. After losing Song Qinghuan, he realized that as long as she lived well in this world, it didn't matter whether she was by his side or not.

She died because of herself, and if this life is paid to her, there is nothing to be sorry about.

The eyes of the saintess of the Fulan tribe moved slightly, and there was a turbulent stream of light in her eyes.

She squatted down again, her eyes lingered on Song Qinghuan, and finally fixed on the Qingluan jade pendant hanging around her neck, with dark currents in her eyes.

The atmosphere in the cave was eerily quiet, and a needle could be heard falling.

The saintess of the Fulan tribe squatted down, only looking at Song Qinghuan intently, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, she stood up and looked at Shen Chuhan with cold eyes, "I can't revive her."

Shen Chuhan's heart suddenly turned cold, and anger surged in his eyes, "You...what did you say?!"

"I can't revive her." The saintess of the Fulan Tribe repeated again, with a somewhat erratic voice.

"Why?" Shen Chuhan squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, restraining the killing intent in his body that wanted to roar out.

"You really... have to save her?" Seeing his expression, the saintess of the Fulan tribe suddenly spoke again.

"Yes!" Shen Chuhan didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd, and his expression became more gloomy.

"If you want to change your fate against the sky, you have to endure the unbearable pain of ordinary people, and you are willing?!" The saintess of the Fulan tribe repeated these words again.

"I am willing!" Shen Chuhan almost roared out, "I am willing to sacrifice my life for hers! No matter what you ask, as long as it can save Ah Wan, I am willing!"

Hearing the word "Awan", the brows of the saintess of the Fulan clan twitched, and the coldness in her eyes seemed to recede a bit.

"I really can't revive her, but I can turn back time."

Shen Chuhan was startled, and looked at her in disbelief, "You mean, go back... back to the past?"

"Yes." The saintess of the Fulan tribe nodded.

Turning back time to the past, that is to say, he has the opportunity to make up for the mistakes he made to Song Qinghuan in the past, and even eliminate those misunderstandings from the beginning...

Thinking of this, Shen Chuhan's face showed ecstasy.

"Are you willing?" The saintess of the Fulan clan frowned.

"Yes!"

"I can help you, but you have to pay the corresponding price."

"Okay!" Without asking any price, Shen Chuhan agreed.

The saintess of the Fulan tribe cast a fixed glance at him, and suddenly took out a small porcelain jar from her bosom, and waved it in front of Shen Chuhan, "Have you heard of life and death Gu?"

Shen Chuhan shook his head.

"Life and death Gu is a child and mother Gu. Molecular Gu and mother Gu. The hosts are two separate people. Hence the name Siyi. The two people who have been infected by life and death Gu are tied together in life and death. The host of the mother Gu is the main body and will continue to suck the child The essence and blood of the voodoo host, if the mother voodoo host dies, the child voodoo host will not be able to live. Simply put, the child voodoo host binds its own life to the mother voodoo host, and its own lifespan will be controlled by the mother voodoo host. Divide up."

She turned her eyes and glanced at the pale Song Qinghuan.

"Your wife jumped off the high city wall, her body function was exhausted, even if she was forced to revive her, she wouldn't be able to survive for long. The only way is to transfer your blood essence to her, and then turn back the time. So she has a healthy body. But—”

She paused, and looked back at Shen Chuhan again, "People who have been hit by the Life and Death Gu Zi Gu will attack twice a year on the night of the full moon. You may not be able to withstand being backlashed by evil spirits. That is to say, on these two full moon nights every year, you are in danger of dying."

His eyes were fixed on Shen Chuhan's eyes, his tone was cold and slow, each word paused, which made people feel chills down the spine, "If you insist on resurrecting her, then I will plant the mother Gu on your wife, and the child The Gu is planted on your body. In the days to come, you will have to endure unbearable pain every year, and your lifespan will be shortened a lot, that's it, are you willing?"

Shen Chuhan hardly thought about it, nodded his head, and said in a cold but firm tone, "I am willing, please the saint."

(End of this chapter)