Chapter 447 The Soul World
Gu Xu ignored him.
Although Kong Xuan Sanren is the creator of the Snow Girl, this does not mean that he has enough understanding of the Snow Girl's thoughts.
The spiritual connection established by Jinghong Bi is mutual.
Snow Girl can share her senses with Gu Xu through the Jinghong Pen, and Gu Xu can also use it to sense her mood swings and share her joys, sorrows, and joys.
At this moment, Gu Xu clearly felt that Xue Nu's mind was not completely swallowed up by instinct.
She still has the last bit of humanity, like an island standing in the middle of a tsunami, still tenacious despite the rough waves around her.
"Let me help you." Gu Xu said silently in his heart.
He has practiced the soul attack technique "Solar Eclipse", and also understood the more powerful and mysterious "Star Wall" from it.
He knew that the soul spell could not only be used for killing attacks, but could also be used to save people under special circumstances.
For example, when he was in Luojing City, he used "Xingyuan" to fight against the "Heart Gu" controlled by the ghost attendant of Mangshan Ghost King, and saved Shangguan Jin from the abyss of negative emotions.
Maybe today, he can use the same method to help the snow girl regain her humanity.
So he took a deep breath, and through the connection of the Jinghong Pen, let a ray of his spiritual thoughts quietly penetrate into the snow girl's conscious world.
His pupils also turned into a deep indigo blue unconsciously, like the vast starry sky.
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world of consciousness.
A girl in a plain white dress was lying by the window, her pale face pressed against the carved window lattice, looking out the window at the wind, rain, lightning and thunder, shivering unconsciously.
My mother’s coffin was placed in the mourning hall not far away.
There are incense sticks in the copper stove, candles and tributes are placed on the table, and white soul-inducing flags flutter in the wind.
But very few people went to the mourning hall to pay their respects and express their condolences.
Since her mother's death, the girl has always felt that everyone in this house has become a monster in human skin. They have a hypocritical appearance, cruel minds and cold souls.
She had an inexplicable premonition - on the day of her mother's official funeral, these people would reveal her true colors, peel her skin, drink her blood, and turn her into a feast The guests' dishes are eaten alive.
This premonition was so strong that it often made her feel like she was going crazy.
I don’t know how much time passed, but she heard a knock on the door behind her.
Before she could respond, people outside the house pushed the door open and entered.
"Miss, your dinner!"
The visitors were two maids who brought her meals.
The two maids wore the same plain clothes and white skirts as hers, had the same faces and appearance as hers, and even their voices sounded exactly like hers.
But the girl felt that their facial features were stiff and lifeless, as if they were painted with pen and ink, like paper pricks at a funeral.
Then the girl looked down at the food they were carrying.
During the mourning period, she undoubtedly had to live a simple life.
But in her eyes at this time, the coarse tea in the cup was thick blood, and the light rice in the plate was bones exuding stench.
She suddenly felt nauseous, waved her hands repeatedly, and said, "No, I'm not hungry."
However, the two maids didn't seem to hear her words at all.
They came forward, one held her head with both hands, and the other picked up "tea" to pour into her mouth.
The girl was extremely frightened.
She struggled, gritted her teeth, and tried to break free from the hands of the maids.
Her intuition told her that as long as she drank this "tea", she would no longer be herself and everything would be beyond redemption.
But the maids are too strong. Even if she tried her best, she couldn't stop them. But at this time, something unexpected happened.
Black smoke suddenly rose from the bodies of the maids, and then burned into blazing fire.
The golden red flame is bright and brilliant.
In this dim and rainy night, it is undoubtedly a gorgeous and eye-catching scenery.
Soon, the maids were burned to ashes. They use bamboo strips as bones and colored paper as skin, exuding a choking smell of smoke.
It’s really a paper figurine used for sacrifice!
The girl sat blankly beside the bed and saw a tall and handsome young man stepping on the black dust on the ground and walking straight towards her.
He was wearing a simple green shirt, with a gentle smile on his lips.
The bright fire gave him a bright golden edge.
It seemed that his whole body was glowing.
"Miss Lu, you are safe now," the young man stretched out a hand towards her, "Would you like to go out with me for a walk?"
Miss Lu?
Is this my identity?
The girl felt in a daze and vaguely recalled some things.
"It's raining too much outside," she pondered for a moment, then shook her head, "You'll get wet if you go out."
Of course, the rain is just an excuse.
Outside this room, there are many, many more terrifying things than rain.
"What if I make it stop?" the young man said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of wind, rain, and thunder outside the house all stopped abruptly. There was silence in the room for a moment.
The girl looked out through the window in surprise and saw that the heavy clouds in the sky had quietly dispersed, revealing a clean and clear night sky with twinkling stars.
"This..."
"This is my spell, 'Star Wall'," the young man introduced. "You can regard this starry sky as my domain. Under its shroud, no one can hurt you."
The girl stared at the starry sky and was silent for a long time.
“So beautiful.” She said sincerely.
“Then let’s go for a walk?”
“Yes.”
The girl nodded and placed her delicate white and cold hand on his palm.
The two walked hand in hand outside the house. The air outside was bitingly cold, but the girl didn't feel the cold at all. In her perception, there seemed to be a steady flow of warmth flowing into her body from the young man's palm, making her feel like a spring breeze.
They are in a mansion with no edges visible.
The dilapidated houses, bleak walls, gray sedge, and white dead trees... constitute a desolate and dilapidated picture.
"I...how should I call you?" The girl hesitated for a while, then turned to the boy beside her and asked.
"My name is 'Gu Xu'," the young man replied with a smile, "My study is called 'Changshengzhai', you can call me 'Young Master Changsheng'."
"Young Master?" the girl called cautiously. road.
This title felt extremely familiar to her, as if she had called it many times before.
“Eh.” The young man responded happily.
"Then...then who am I?" The girl thought for a while and then continued to ask, "I just heard you call me 'Miss Lu'..."
"Your name is 'Lu Shiyao'. You are the young lady of the Lu family, the most beautiful woman in Qingzhou, a talented woman with amazing talent and elegance, and the chosen owner of the famous great weapon 'Jinghong Brush'."
(End of this chapter)