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Chapter 124: The White Moonlight Monk Who Criticizes Wolfhounds

"Who is this person? Why is he so weird?"

"There are so many weird people in Mingchuan."

"Why is the person on his back not moving? Could he be dead?"

"Oh my god, I was wondering why there was a strange smell, it turns out someone is dead."

Everyone turned around and looked at the strange young man in black walking in the middle of the road.

"I think that woman is pretty and suitable to be my puppet."

A man who couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman stopped him in front and said, "Hey, brother, would you like to sell this corpse of yours for fifty high-quality spirit stones?"

Wu Ji raised his handsome face, expressionless, and coldly spat out one word: "Get lost."

The man was humiliated in public, his face looked grim, and he pressed Wu Ji's shoulder.

"I gave you the face, and now I am attracted to you!"

A trace of bloodthirstiness flashed in Wu Ji's eyes, and he suddenly drew out the Chixiao Sword.

The onlookers only saw a flash of red light and a bloody arm fell to the ground.

The man's face was still filled with astonishment as he stared blankly at his right arm.

Empty.

A heart-wrenching scream came from behind.

Wu Ji continued to walk forward, carrying the person on his back with an expressionless face.

?

"You ask me to revive her?"

The man sitting on the stone seat had a swaying face, narrow eyes, and mysterious dark purple pupils. He wore a swallowtail green dress lazily draped over his body, revealing his strong and broad chest. His long dark hair sank into his chest as he moved, vaguely revealing an alluring temptation.

"What's your bargaining chip?"

He looked at the newcomer with disdain, his expression and tone undoubtedly revealed a terrifying pressure.

Wu Ji stood at the foot of the high steps, his body straight, and he met his gaze without fear.

"As long as you are willing to save her, I am willing to offer you the Xuantian Mirror."

After passing the secret realm, the Xuantian Mirror fell beside him.

The Demon Lord moved a little, supporting his head with one hand, and said nonchalantly:

"The Xuantian Mirror was originally given away by me. How can it be considered as a bargaining chip?"

Wu Ji's body stiffened for a moment.

"As long as you ask, I can find anything."

"I can save her, but," the Demon Lord sat up straight and stretched out his bony fingers under Wu Ji's gloomy gaze, "I want your sword."

Wu Ji unconsciously touched the Chi Xiao Sword on his back and said without hesitation: "Okay. But you have to wake her up."

"As long as her soul has not dissipated, I am absolutely sure that I can call her back."

The Demon Lord sneered, stood up, slowly walked down the stone steps, and stood in front of Wu Ji.

Glancing casually at the woman on the ground, he pointed his palm downward and a dark magical power surged out, wrapping around the corpse and suspending it in the air.

After a while, the Demon Lord frowned and suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he stared straight at the woman's clear and beautiful face.

"How about it?"

Seeing him stop, Wu Ji asked anxiously.

The Demon Lord's dark blue eyes slowly moved to him, "What's her name?"

Wu Ji was full of doubts, but still answered: "Yue Qing."

The moon tilts, the clouds tilt, time tilts.

They all contain the word "qing".

The Demon Lord smiled happily as if he had discovered some new world.

His strange behavior made Wu Ji frown, "Can you save her?"

The Demon Lord looked at him in a very good mood, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"Her soul is no longer in this world. There is no way to save it."

Wu Ji was stunned for a few seconds, then he clenched his teeth and said, "What do you mean the soul is gone, or do you not intend to save him at all?"

The demon lord walked up the stairs on his own, "Literally."

The Demon Lord's indifferent attitude was like a slap in Wu Ji's face, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his silver-gray eyes.

He drew his sword, and the red light suddenly swung towards the man on the stone steps.

The Demon Lord tilted his head slightly and raised his fingertips:

"I will not argue with you for her sake. Don't push your luck."

The ambiguity in these words completely ignited Wu Ji's anger, and he sneered.

"It turns out that the Demon Lord is still a despicable person who covets other people's things."

He attacked fiercely with sword in hand.

The Demon Lord frowned and raised his hand to block his sword energy, "I have something to do today, and I don't want to fight with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist spread and he disappeared.

Wu Ji spat heavily and cursed him hatefully.

"Dog Demon Lord, the rumors of deep affection spread by the outside world are just lies."

He returned to the spot and gently stroked the cold cheek of the corpse.

"Sister, if he doesn't save you, I will find a way myself. You have to wait for me."

He muttered to himself, put the corpse on his back again, and walked out step by step as he came.

Wu Ji found a small house in Mingchuan and got the best preservative herbs to preserve her body.

At the same time, he searched through all the ancient banned books and successfully discovered a method to form a spirit-summoning formation.

He collected various rare materials with great interest and expectation, and strictly followed the forbidden technique to place Shi Qing in the formation for 49 days.

Until the last day, he stood devoutly outside the formation, staring at the girl's body with sparkling eyes.

The orange-red sun of Mingchuan moved slowly until it set, and the people in the formation did not move at all.

His body had long been numb, his eyeballs moved slowly, and the soul-calling lamp in the formation seemed to sway.

Wu Ji's eyes lit up and he sat up straight in an instant.

However, the soul-calling lamp went out in an instant.

The light in his eyes suddenly shattered, and a trace of panic appeared on Wu Ji's face.

He rolled and crawled, his fingertips trembling as he tried to light the soul-calling lamp.

However, the soul-calling lamp no longer lit up no matter what.

After struggling for a long time, he finally gave up.

Wu Ji hooked Shi Qing's hand, his voice gentle and sweet: "Sister, it's time to wake up."

The girl's body lay peacefully.

Wu Ji played with her cold and no longer soft fingers, "Sister, don't lie to me anymore, I know you must be back."

"I made your favorite osmanthus soup. Can you wake up and have a sip?"

"We are in Mingchuan now, do you want to take a look?"

He talked on and on for a long time, and the body did not move.

Wu Ji was a little anxious.

"Are you still angry with me, sister? I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Wake up. As long as you wake up, I will let you do whatever you want, okay?"

"I didn't mean to harm you. Your spiritual power is just temporarily suppressed."

He hurriedly took out a sword and put it into Shi Qing's hand, "Sister, look, I have repaired the Fuxue Sword. Come and see, I really didn't lie to you."

I don’t know what method he used, but he managed to repair the cracked Fuxue so that it was intact and not even a trace of damage could be seen.

Wu Ji was in a panic, but he only dared to hold her hand, "Sister, sister, please get up. I will let you beat and scold me, as long as you come back alive..."

"Sister, take another look at me..."

"I just want to be with you...why did you leave me too..."

"You said you would never leave me... You said it yourself, sister."

"Can you please not leave me..."

"I don't want to be alone anymore..."

But the cold and gentle girl never woke up.

When she came, her clothes were whiter than snow, like a half-moon; when she left, her clothes were stained red with blood, like a fallen red plum.