NCCnovel Chapter 583 Have you ever flown a kite?
Chapter 583 Have you ever flown a kite?
After a brief discussion, everyone decided that Xue Lan and Xin Mo would go with A Wu to visit Lord Qiu of Lingku City, while Xue Tong and the others would stay here to accompany Shen Suan Zhenren.
Xue Lan looked at Xue Tong's hand on her shoulder. The girl, despite her young age, had a mature demeanor, and her tone was full of worry:
"Was it still a perfectly healthy wolf when it came back?"
Lord Wolf's lips twitched a few times, and after pondering for a long time, he finally spoke rather awkwardly:
“This time, it’s my soul that’s gone out. You know what my soul is…”
"So, will you be able to come back safely?" Xue Tong asked again, her dark eyes seeming to have seen right through Xue Lan.
Lord Wolf timidly spoke:
"I...I'll try my best."
Little Tong couldn't help but sigh.
For Xue Lan, trying to avoid trouble meant there was a high probability of trouble, but she simply couldn't leave; she had to help Xue Lan guard Shen Suan Zhenren.
The girl slowly turned her head and glanced at the old man who was meditating and regulating his breathing. His aura was weak. Although he was clearly regulating his breathing and cultivating, he looked like a weed in late autumn.
The withered leaves are barely green, and a thin frost hangs in the autumn chill.
The girl quietly leaned closer to Xue Lan and said, "Don't take yourself too lightly, or you'll hurt his feelings."
Xue Lan, unusually, didn't have a playful smile; the woman nodded firmly.
"I understand, I know."
After saying this, the woman waved goodbye to everyone. Suddenly, Awu stepped forward and put the small boat she had been holding into Xue Tong's arms.
The girl pointed at Shen Suanzhen, and her clear, melodious voice echoed in Xue Tong's mind:
"Give it to that senior. He has deep-seated obsessions and is showing signs of becoming possessed. It will be better if Xiao Zhou is there."
Xue Tong paused slightly and said, "Thank you, A-Wu."
A-Wu gently shook her head, indicating to Xue Tong that there was no need to be polite, then turned to look at Xue Lan:
"Is the master ready?"
Xue Lan nodded seriously, then took out a futon from her sleeve, sat down on it with a thud, and began to speak expectantly:
"Should I leave my body now?"
When Xue Tong saw her expectant look, she realized that all her previous worries were unnecessary.
Look how relaxed the Wolf King is, as if all the hardships of the world are nothing more than a spring outing for her, and all her opponents are nothing more than colorful butterflies playing on her fingertips.
"Please wait a moment, my lord." A-Wu gently waved her hand at Xue Lan. The girl's fingers danced, and a light gray ribbon appeared in her hand. She handed one end of the ribbon to Xue Lan:
"The adults tied it to their wrists to prevent them from getting separated from A-Wu."
Xue Lan obediently took the ribbon and tied it around her wrist: "Can I leave my body now?"
Awu nodded gently: "It's okay."
As soon as the girl finished speaking, she saw the woman in black in front of her quietly close her eyes. A moment later, a black-clad, white-haired phantom slowly emerged from Xue Lan's body, its blue eyes shining brightly when it opened.
Xue Tong looked into Xue Lan's blue eyes and spoke in surprise:
"Is this what your demon soul looks like?"
Xue Lan did not answer; another faint layer of soul light appeared on her body.
The soul light flickered twice, and then Xue Tong heard the voice of her inner demon:
"Isn't there still me? I need to feel involved."
Xue Tong: That makes so much sense that there's no way to refute it.
So the girl waved her hand at Xue Lan's spirit:
"Alright, alright, go ahead."
A-Wu was amused by the interaction between the two, and the girl tied the other end of the ribbon around her wrist:
"Sir, hold on tight."
Xue Tong watched as A Wu gripped the strap tightly in her hand and smiled gently at her, then suddenly yanked it open.
Then, the two of them spun around like wisps of smoke and suddenly disappeared from Xue Tong's sight.
Xue Tong couldn't help but rub her eyes, looking at Lu Feng behind her in surprise: "He's gone just like that?"
Lu Feng was equally astonished. The young man clicked his tongue softly before meeting Xue Tong's eyes:
"seems like it."
The two tacitly refrained from questioning Zhu He, instead sitting side by side, staring blankly in the direction where Xue Lan's soul had vanished.
The soul has no quality and is drawn into threads.
Xue Lan studied soul arts on her own and knew a long time ago that there was such a technique that could extract souls and create threads, and she could do it herself.
But this is the first time I've experienced it firsthand.
Surrounded by endless darkness, A-Wu's ethereal voice echoed in Xue Lan's mind:
"Your soul is far too powerful, so I cannot draw the silk. I can only press it into a thin sheet and drag it along. I hope you will not blame me."
Xue Lan didn't mean to blame her; after all, she was a magnanimous white wolf. It's just that she's in her current state…
"Ah Wu!"
Xue Lan spoke softly, a faint smile in her voice:
Have you ever flown a kite?
"A kite?" A-Wu dragged Xue Lan into a thick darkness, and the girl asked in confusion:
"Is it some kind of magical artifact?"
"It is a kind of toy for humans, which can rise with the wind and ascend to the heavens."
"Playing with it... feels similar to how you're dragging me along right now."
The girl, who had initially held a sliver of hope, suppressed her smile: "Master, are you a little unhappy being dragged along like this by A-Wu?"
"No, no!" Xue Lan quickly denied.
"Absolutely not!"
As Lord Wolf King tried his best to explain, the two of them were almost through the thick darkness in front of them, and specks of green fluorescence began to appear not far away.
It was a light green river, with a few awning boats adorned with warm yellow lanterns floating on it.
A-Wu, pulling Xue Lan along, stopped in front of a boat:
"Sir, it's time for us to board the ship."
In the instant she passed through that thick darkness, Xue Lan's figure returned to its original form from a thin sheet of cloth. The woman slowly stepped forward and looked at the awning boat in front of her.
There are people on the boat.
An old man in a straw raincoat sat at the back of the boat, the smoke from his pipe not rising but sinking entirely into the water beneath the boat.
"Where do you come from, guest?"
The old man extinguished his pipe and slowly stood up. Only then did Xue Lan see that his lower body was all white bone, with half a rusty arrow stuck in his leg bone, teetering on the verge of falling.
Awu stepped forward and bowed to the old man, then took out a black wooden plaque from her waist.
"So you're a fellow Daoist from the Thousand Realms of Ghosts. I'm quite pleased. May I ask who's behind you...?"
Just as A-Wu was about to make up an identity for Xue Lan to get rid of him, she heard a woman's hoarse and heavy voice behind her:
"Fellow Daoist, I come from the Northern Region."
A-Wu subconsciously turned around, and then the girl suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Xue Lan had changed into a white dress at some point. There was a deep wound above her throat that exposed the bone. A thin amount of air was being sent into her lungs through the ruptured trachea. When she spoke, her voice sounded like a broken bellows that had been working hard on the stove for many years.
The blood gushing from her neck stained half of the woman's body.
A-Wu saw Xue Lan raise her blood-stained hands and slowly bow to the old man:
"This junior is burdened by deep attachments, preventing me from being reborn in the Pure Land. I only seek liberation!"