Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Chapter 200 Soul-stealing Technique

Wei Wushang's breathing quickened, and he carried the person sideways onto the bed.

While taking a bath, Xiao Douxue felt a gust of wind blowing past him. When he regained consciousness, he had already been dressed and was being dragged to the bed.

"Yaoyao has fainted, go check it out quickly." Wei Wushang frowned and urged.

Xiao Douxue opened her eyelids with trembling hands. Her pupils were dilated and dull. This was a sign of impending death!

I was shocked at that moment!

He quickly clasped her wrist and found her pulse was neither fast nor slow, but gentle and strong.

Strange, this is a normal pulse.

Xiao Douxue's expression became extremely solemn, the blue veins on the back of his hands gradually bulged, and his palms were full of sweat.

"Where is Shen Chutang? What did he do to my wife? He scared me to death!"

Wei Wushang was startled, and quickly rushed out of the room, bringing the person over twenty breaths later.

"Shen Chutang, is this how you take care of Yaoyao?" Wei Wushang asked with red eyes.

At this time, Mu Yao's face was pale, and she lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed. Her breathing was even, but she exuded a rare aura of death.

Shen Chutang looked at her, his eyes gradually lost focus, his heart felt as if pierced by a needle, suffocating and crying blood.

"Can he be saved?" He looked at Xiao Douxue with trembling lips, the color of his lips had faded, like a piece of white paper.

Wei Wushang also looked at Xiao Douxue nervously, afraid that he would say "no".

Xiao Douxue's lips trembled and he dared not say anything. He slowly closed his eyes and let the tears fall.

This was a sign of soul loss, and there was no cure. If the ghost could not be summoned back, he would become a "living dead." He did not know the art of summoning souls, as this mysterious art only existed in strange stories.

Xiao Douxue's reaction made Wei Wushang on the verge of despair. He grabbed Shen Chutang by the collar, pulled him in front of his face and said ruthlessly: "Yaoyao has always been with you, how could she be scared? Explain it to me clearly!"

Shen Chutang recalled carefully that Mu Yao was alone in the room only when he went to order food.

How could he make such a mistake!

A strong sense of restlessness and deep guilt surged into his heart. He shook off Wei Wushang, grabbed Mu Yao's small hand and pressed it against his forehead, burying his red eyes in her palm.

"Go and invite Young Master Shi and Senior Gongsun." He said weakly, like a duckweed, drifting on the vast ocean.

In a few breaths, everyone was present.

Shi Jingchan could no longer control his expression and pursed his lips tightly. He repeatedly felt Mu Yao's pulse three times, and his mind became more and more confused. She was fine yesterday, how could this happen...

"Uncle Master, please take a look at Yaoyao."

Shi Jingchan stood up and stood by, waiting anxiously.

Seeing the young master at his wits' end, Li Yan could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes and they flowed down.

Gongsun Li touched his little nose and said, "Ali, how can I diagnose Miss Mu if you cry like this?"

"Grandmaster, you must rescue Sister Mu!" Li Yan sobbed.

The master's medical skills were unparalleled. If even the master was helpless, he didn't dare to think about it any further.

After half a cup of tea, Gongsun Li stood up and paced a few steps, then turned to look at Shen Chutang and the other two and asked, "Has your wife behaved in any unusual way these past two days?"

Xiao Douxue immediately said, "Yes, Yaoyao said she saw a ghost light on the upper floor of the Xingzhi Inn yesterday. She also asked me to look, but I didn't see anything."

Shen Chutang and Wei Wushang frowned and nodded. It was indeed true.

"Ghost fire?"

Gongsun Li murmured a few words.

"Miss Mu has been under a spell of soul-stealing. We have to go back to that inn."

The room was quiet. Except for Shi Jingchan, everyone else looked at Gongsun Li, unable to react.

The art of soul-stealing has been lost for thousands of years and has long become a legend.

"Senior, what can we do to rescue my wife?" Wei Wushang asked respectfully with a bow.

Gongsun Li smoothed the hair on his chest, his mind wandering.

"We need to find the soul-stealing person and have him release the restriction."

"How did that person perform the soul-stealing spell?" Shen Chutang asked.

Shi Jingchan stood up and walked over to him and explained, "Maybe it was the moment she looked back at me, or maybe even earlier. It only takes a moment to capture a soul, and it can be done without getting close to her."

"Why is it only Yaoyao?" Xiao Douxue asked puzzledly. He remembered the will-o'-the-wisp fire that Mu Yao mentioned. Why couldn't he see it?

"Perhaps that person's target was her from the beginning." Wei Wushang murmured hoarsely, his eyes filled with pain. When was it? When was she targeted?

"Senior Gongsun and I will go to the Xingzhi Inn together, and the rest of you can stay here to look after Yaoyao." Shen Chutang said.

Wei Wushang nodded and sat back on the edge of the bed. Xiao Douxue also agreed with Shen Chutang's proposal. He couldn't do anything right now, so he might as well calm down and think about whether there were other ways to save his wife.

Shi Jingchan stared at Mu Yao's bloodless face, thought for a while and said, "I'll go with you."

Gongsun Li nodded slightly. Soul-stealing techniques often use some kind of spiritual power to control a person's mind. To break this technique and not be affected by it, one must be a person with a very calm mind.

Shi Jingchan had always been indifferent and cold since childhood, and he devoted himself to worshipping Buddha all year round, which made him peaceful and flawless. Most importantly, his hands had never been tainted by karma, so he could be said to be the least likely to be controlled by this evil magic.

Several loud thunders roared from the sky, and dark clouds rolled over, twisting together stubbornly and unable to be separated.

It was daytime, but the darkness was thicker than at midnight.

Thick smoke rose in the air, and the water level of the "Xiaoyang Lake" not far away rose high, stretching to the sky. From a distance, it was hard to tell whether it was the lake or the sky that was pressing down on the earth.

The "Xingzhi Inn" still sits lonely next to the row of old locust trees, except that there are a few more candles than when I came yesterday.

Gongsun Li, Shen Chutang and Shi Jingchan walked in side by side. There was no one inside.

Listening carefully, I could hear the sounds of drinking and playing finger-guessing games coming from the second floor in the distance.

Several people followed the sound and went upstairs. The noise suddenly stopped and it became so quiet in an instant that you could hear a pin drop.

Looking around, the entire floor was filled with dilapidated coffins.

A rainbow light flashed across the sky.

The thunder and lightning struck the window porch and splashed on the top of the coffin, and the whistling sound of the wind poured into the ears even more violently.

"It seems that this inn is not for entertaining living people." Gongsun Li touched his chin and said thoughtfully. He tried hard to search for vague fragments in his memory, trying to piece them together.

A long, long time ago, when he first traveled with his master, he seemed to have passed by such an inn somewhere. Where was it?

Suddenly, the sword flickered and roared like a dragon as it came out of its sheath.

Shen Chutang swung his sword and slammed the coffins in front of him towards the gray wall.

Countless cracking sounds came one after another, and broken wood flew everywhere.

There was no one in the coffin, not even a bone.

The three of them stared at the mess on the ground and fell into deep thought for a long time.

"Why would he place so many empty coffins here?" Shi Jingchan asked. He walked forward and stood on the ruins trying to track down any trace of the man.

The jade bead in his hand slowly slid across his fingertips, and his eyes fell on a string of bells on the east wall.

The bell was firmly embedded in the gray wall, and the faint bloodstains in the cracks seemed not to have dried yet.

Shen Chutang followed Shi Jingchan's gaze and his expression suddenly became serious.

He remembered that when he was killing Guiguzi Shensha that day, he also had a similar string of silver bells hanging around his waist.