Chapter 454: The Solitary Soul on Tour
Qianzhou.
In a certain city.
Rumor has it that a big merchant in the city died of a sudden illness recently, and his house was haunted by a fierce ghost that killed several people.
In the entire mansion, no one survived except a few crazy servants.
Some people have even seen with their own eyes that there was a female ghost with disheveled hair and a pale face in the mansion. She hid in the shadows and sucked the essence of the dead.
The people in the city were all terrified and placed tablets of the local mountain and river gods at home, praying for blessings from the gods.
Fortunately, the evil ghost's resentment was only directed at the big merchant family. It hid in the mansion and did not run out to cause trouble for the time being.
Not long after, the local Feng Shui master was invited out, and he gritted his teeth and set up an altar. He brought back a clay statue from the mountain and placed it at the gate of the mansion, hoping that it would suppress the evil spirit and prevent it from coming out to harm people.
At this point, the vast mansion became a haunted house.
Everyone speculated that the big merchant did not die of illness at all, but was killed by this female ghost just like his family members.
I just don’t know where this female ghost came from, and what kind of grudge she has with this big merchant.
Deep down, people are naturally afraid of things like ghosts.
In the city, people were in a panic because of the evil spirits, and the frequency of worshiping gods and making offerings increased significantly.
One night.
The doors and windows of the people in the city were closed, and through the blurry glass windows, the dim candlelight could be vaguely seen.
Although glass has been widely used in Qianzhou, spiritual electricity has not yet been laid out.
Most people still use oil lamps and candles for lighting.
The wide streets were shrouded in darkness and silence.
Occasionally, the sound of a baby crying could be heard, shrill and sharp, but it quickly disappeared.
In the deep night, an illusory shadow wandered across the street.
When passing by a house, the candlelight would often flicker as if blown by a cold wind, making the people in the house feel uneasy.
However, this illusory shadow did not do anything to the people.
He just walked forward in a daze, until he got close to the merchant's mansion, then he seemed to regain some consciousness.
The phantom floated straight into the mansion, and then some strange fighting sounds were heard from inside.
The shouts were loud, the wind was blowing, and there was some kind of shrill howling, which was terrifying.
Outside the city, a figure emitting fairy light descended.
Li Yuan followed the direction indicated by the skeleton guide and finally sensed the breath of Zhao Wanjun's soul.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he saw the whole city at a glance, and saw the scene in the mansion.
Zhao Wanjun's illusory soul had dull eyes and a confused face, but he used his soul energy to transform into a sword and fought with a pale ghost.
Looking at his expression, it seems that there is no conscious control at all, it is just an instinctive action.
Li Yuan stood on the top of the city wall, watching with his hands behind his back, looking at the fight between Zhao Wanjun's soul and the evil spirit, and fell into deep thought.
Fairy light broke through the air and waves spread out.
Local mountain gods and river gods came one after another and bowed to Li Yuan.
The great god has come and stayed here, how dare they not show up and pay homage.
Especially the great god Anshan Li Yuan, who is very famous.
After a few polite words, the two mountain gods and river gods learned that Li Yuan came only to pursue a confused wandering soul. Although they were slightly surprised, they bowed silently and retreated.
In their opinion, the great gods are so noble that it is really a loss of face for them to spend time and energy to travel for the wandering soul of a mortal.
However, as long as Li Yuan had no ill will towards them, they would feel relieved.
After the local mountain gods and river gods retreated, Li Yuan took a step forward and came to the mansion.
The pale evil ghost was still fighting with Zhao Wanjun, opening its bloody mouth and letting out a shrill howl, which was very creepy.
Li Yuan sat quietly on a chair, intentionally hiding himself. Neither side noticed that a great god had quietly arrived.
Zhao Wanjun's soul seemed a little illusory, with a hint of golden light protecting it. His face looked dull, but the light of his sword was sharp, as if he instinctively remembered his martial arts from his previous life.
After fighting hard, he finally killed the evil spirit with his sword at three quarters past noon.
After the evil ghost died, Zhao Wanjun's soul became even more sluggish and confused, as if it had lost its goal and didn't know where to go.
She wandered aimlessly in the mansion, walking on the roads she came across and standing still when she came across a wall, as if she had forgotten that even her soul could wander.
Stagnation from time to time, no direction.
It was not until sunrise that he accidentally left the mansion gate.
Li Yuan followed silently behind, concealing his figure, and walked out of the mansion.
However, when he was leaving the house, he looked at the useless clay statue of the local mountain god in front of the gate and could not help but shake his head silently.
With a wave of his hand, a bit of immortal power attached to it, turning it into a magical object that could truly suppress ghosts and drive away evil spirits.
The sun was blazing.
Li Yuan followed Zhao Wanjun's soul from a distance, intending to use his magical power to protect her.
However, her merits turned into a faint golden light, which actually protected him and minimized the damage to his soul under the scorching sun.
Seeing that Zhao Wanjun seemed confused but also seemed to be moving forward with a direction, Li Yuan was not in a hurry and followed silently behind.
Enter a place.
But there are unfair things such as evil spirits and ghosts.
Zhao Wanjun's soul would always arouse instincts and stay until nighttime. The soul energy would transform into a blade, and it would go forward to fight in a daze.
Never fear how strong the opponent is, or how much soul power you will consume for it.
Just like when he was alive, he was constantly touring and resolving unrest in various places.
She kept walking and Li Yuan followed her.
A village, a city, a province.
Day after day, time after time.
Until Zhao Wanjun's soul became almost transparent and his merits and virtues became stronger, he could no longer transform into a blade, nor could he defeat the evil creature before him.
She still had no expression on her face and rushed forward dully, as if she had never been afraid before.
Even if he was defeated, he refused to retreat.
Eventually, the soul became almost completely transparent, unable to move, and could only stand there motionless.
The evil creature pounced upon him, with its fangs and claws bared, trying to completely tear the soul of this mortal into pieces.
But he saw a dazzling golden light blooming behind the soul of this mortal.
It howled in fear and ran desperately, but eventually turned into dust and disappeared.
Li Yuan sighed, and a ray of fairy light appeared, nourishing Zhao Wanjun's soul and restoring his soul's strength.
He took out the calming talisman, intending to awaken Zhao Wanjun's consciousness.
But Zhao Wanjun's soul was nourished, and he took another step and continued to move forward.
The figure of the soul seemed somewhat illusory and lonely, yet it carried a certain determination.
It seems that she will never stop until the world is at peace.
Li Yuan was silent, and put away the calming talisman. His eyes were complicated and filled with sighs.
Is this old friend's obsession to travel around the world and eliminate all injustices?
When alive, he travels around to relieve human disasters; after death, he travels around to suppress ghosts and evil spirits.
But looking back on Zhao Wanjun's life, it was not perfect. Instead, he experienced many setbacks and blows.
Yu Qian worked as a government official in the capital. He was upright and sharp-minded and was not afraid of corruption. However, he was framed by corrupt officials, and his reputation was ruined and he almost died.
During the war, he tried his best to protect the people in the city. But when he was seriously injured, he was tied up by the very people he was protecting and was about to be handed over to the enemy.
After much difficulty, Anyue prospered and the world prospered. She was originally a meritorious official, and could enjoy the rest of her life with honor.
But he refused to rest.
Even if he took elixirs, it was only to give his body enough energy to travel around and tour the people.
In the end, it was also due to man-made chaos that he died tragically in the process of investigating the case and hunting down the murderer.
What did this heroic woman gain along the way?
She doesn't care much about fame, wealth and status.
She never coveted power or immortality.
What he seeks seems to be only the so-called integrity that seems naive and ridiculous to others.
"There are always such fools in the world, that's why the world is called the world, not hell."
Li Yuan followed with his hands behind his back, sighing silently, feeling deeply moved.