Chapter 211 The Mystery of Puppet Qi (Part 1) -
Song Weichen is dead.
When Mo Tingfeng arrived, Zhuang Yuheng was the only one sitting beside the bed in the entire Wu Nian Mansion basement. He looked even worse than Song Weichen, with a dark haze under his eyes and a grayish complexion.
Seeing Mo Tingfeng come, Zhuang Yuheng just opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't say anything. He stood up on his knees like an old man with limited mobility and made room for him.
What else can you say? It's all in vain to say anything.
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Song Weichen lay motionless on the bed, so real and yet so unreal.
Looking at the little person in front of him, Mo Tingfeng looked calm. He did not believe that she would die.
Speaking of which, what were the last words the two of them said face to face before entering the illusion? I can't remember it.
If the days of being Huang Meiyun's ghost in the fantasy world were not counted, he had not seen the real Song Weichen for a long time after saying goodbye to him by the canal - they didn't even say goodbye in the true sense, how could she possibly will die.
"Same for Yu Heng, why did I bring you to the painting fan? It's so cold, you're wearing so few clothes, and your body is freezing."
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently held her hand.
“Didn’t you say you were going to the land owner to ask for a ‘statutory holiday’ and bring the brothers in the house to do some ‘team building’? Weiwei, the ghost husband case has been solved, you can leave it to your own devices. After a few days of hard work, are you happy?"
Mo Tingfeng leaned forward and picked up Song Weichen. She was obviously cold and breathless, but he didn't seem to notice. He just wrapped her tightly as if he was afraid that she would be cold. In arms.
"Yu Heng, you are tired these days. Go back first. I want to stay alone with Weiwei for a while."
When the maids who transformed from the smoke came in to buy drinks and snacks, Zhuang Yuheng waved his hand to them, indicating that he did not need to come again unless summoned. Then he took a deep look at Song Weichen and left without saying a word.
He decided to go to Huangquan Division. Although the Sad Painting Fan did not send a message from Santuchuan, indicating that Song Weichen's soul had not been separated and was still with the original body, he was still worried. This little girl always refused to press the button. If the card manager plays the card, what if the soul jumps directly to Huangquan Division? After all, no matter where he went, he would forcefully bring her back against the will of heaven.
He doesn't care about the blood of the Immortal Lord, the Immortal Family, and the Immortal Family. Zhuang Yuheng just wants to use these things to exchange for a mortal body and bring him back to life.
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Mo Tingfeng held Song Weichen in the same posture for a day and a night. Because of the special energy field in the basement of Wu Nian Mansion, her body did not become stiff.
He didn't babble and think about their future like the last time she was trapped in the Well of Time, nor did he break down emotionally and lose control. He just held her quietly, with even a slight smile on his lips... She wouldn't Damn it, how could she die?
His eyes were full of her, and he seemed to be able to smell her subtle fragrance in his breath. How could she die?
The two traveled for thousands of years and finally met again. He was so careful to protect her, how could she die.
And there is the all-powerful Medicine King Zhuang Yuheng here. The mark of her previous life did not harm her. It was just a small stab wound. How could she die?
No, no.
She was just used to being naughty. She must have thought up some kind of prank in a sudden thought and deliberately teamed up with Zhuang Yuheng to tease him.
"Wei Wei, stop making trouble, can you win?"
"...If you keep pretending not to wake up, I will kiss you."
He really did When they kissed her, she was really calm and did not shy away from "letting him be frivolous". Her small lips were so cool that it almost froze Mo Tingfeng's heart.
He finally waited until she said "Ting Feng" to him, but everything was like a mirror, and everything disappeared in a flash.
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Because the maid was not allowed to enter, the candles in the basement burned out little by little, and the light gradually dimmed. The last one struggled and shook a few times, and was extinguished into a wisp of smoke.
As darkness fell, the light in Mo Tingfeng's eyes gradually extinguished, and his mind returned to reality.
He wrapped the little person in his arms tighter, murmuring her name in his heart.
What can I do to keep you?
With my little remaining imagination?
With the despairing sunset, the broken moon, the sobbing tide?
Using words that make my heart feel like death is not enough to express what I mean?
With all my loyalty as a man who has never had faith?
Using my rebellion against reincarnation, my mockery of fate, or my highest malice towards death?
...Pain and unwillingness are enough to turn a person into a poet.
The basement has no windows, and is surrounded by pitch black, so dark that there is no sense of boundary, integrating the two of them with the attributes of heaven and earth.
At this moment, something in the inner pocket of Song Weichen's chest gradually lit up with red light flashing.
“What is this?”
Suspicious in his heart, Mo Tingfeng reached out and took it out - it turned out to be half of the jade pendant left by Huang Hu in the ice field illusion.
The blood color of the jade pendant is bright red, which is very dazzling in the endless darkness, and the whole body is as hot as lava. If Mo Tingfeng could not convert his magical energy into fire element A level instantly, I am afraid that if he touches it, he will be killed. Skin and flesh were melted away.
He was even more confused, why there was no burning sensation when this hot heat was attached to Song Weichen's body. If it hadn't emitted a faint light, it would not even have been possible to feel its existence.
Just as she was thinking about it, a faint blue flashed out from her sleeve pocket, gradually changing from weak to strong.
Mo Tingfeng pondered for a moment, already thinking about it, so he put Song Weichen down and lay down and took out the thing from her sleeve pocket. As expected, it was the other half of the jade pendant.
This half piece of jade pendant exudes a blue aura, and is like a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice in the hand. It starts from the skin that touches the jade pendant and spreads little by little towards the whole body, as if the blood vessels and bone marrow are frozen into gold and stone.
The two halves of the jade pendant trembled slightly in Mo Tingfeng's left and right hands, obviously attracting each other.
What on earth is going on?
While thinking, I saw a vague white halo afterimage appearing on Song Weichen's body. This was a sign that the soul was separated from the body!
Not good! !
Could it be...that her soul had never left the body before because of this jade pendant?
During hesitation, the pulling force between the two halves of the jade pendant increased significantly. If Mo Tingfeng let go at this moment, they would definitely join together on their own.
At this time, the halo afterimage on Song Weichen's body became more and more obvious, and the jade pendant trembled faster and faster. At the moment when her soul was about to leave the body, a red line sprang out from the two halves of the jade pendant. A ray of blue light intertwined into a cluster of double helix beams and went straight towards Song Weichen, forcing her soul that was about to leave her body back into her body.
Yes, although I don’t know what the mystery is, this jade pendant is obviously saving Song Weichen!
Mo Tingfeng let go of his hand.
Snap!
The two halves of the jade pendant quickly faced each other in the air, and the red and blue lights interspersed through the cracks in the jade pendant, reuniting them into one.
During this process, the red and blue spiral light that suppressed Song Weichen's soul never stopped. However, after the jade pendant was completed, the original red and blue double spiral light turned into a purple stream.
Afterwards, the jade pendant floated back to Song Weichen, as if recognizing its owner, and slowly fell into her open palm, and the purple light gradually returned to the jade pendant.
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Seeing that the jade pendant had stopped moving, Mo Tingfeng stretched out his hand to cast a spell to find out. At this moment, very suddenly, the strange scene that had appeared in the ice field fantasy was repeated again.
A purple aura as thick as a python surged out from the jade pendant, coiled up her wrists and arms, and finally wrapped around her neck and sank into Song Weichen's heart.
Mo Tingfeng was shocked. Could it be that the jade pendant's attempt to save people was just a false shot? The real purpose of these puppets is to escape from the lifeless jade and find a new "flesh and blood vessel" to establish themselves? !
He immediately summoned the Dharma Sword Qi to try to cut off these puppet Qi, but it was obviously too late. The last trace of puppet Qi had already penetrated into Song Weichen's heart. If he wanted to get rid of the puppet Qi at this moment, he could only destroy Song Weichen's "container" .
Mo Tingfeng's Dharma Sword Qi turned into countless sword blades and pointed them at Song Weichen on the bed, but they did not fall down.
How could he do it? How could he do it...
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Dong dong, dong dong...
Is it an illusion? In the darkness, Mo Tingfeng seemed to hear a very weak heartbeat.
Hurrying to call the maid to come in and light all the candles in the basement, he looked carefully at the little man on the bed. It was not an illusion, there was indeed a little more color on his face.
"Wei Wei?"
Called her gently, but there was no response.
Mo Tingfeng probed for her pulse, but her outstretched hand trembled unconsciously. If she woke up now... would it still be her?