MOF Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Renewing the Ghost Pact, Sharing Life and Death. Having Met, Our Hearts are One, What…

Xie Yiling looked at him, puzzled. As he looked up, he immediately felt a string of icy coolness roll down his face. He raised his wrist to touch it, felt the tears on his face, and quickly wiped them away.

Gu Huanzhi was surprised in his heart and stopped speaking.

Liu Weiyuan tactfully pretended not to see anything and said, “I only know about medicine. I have only heard of the art of ghost pacts, and have never been involved. You should quickly ask someone else more capable.”

Xie Yiling immediately became anxious, “Does Qingyi Sanren have any other methods?”

Liu Weiyuan thought for a while, not too sure, and said, “Maybe, either untie the ghost pact for him, or find someone to make a pact with him to break the situation of the residual pact.”

After listening, Xie Yiling said, “I know how.”

Gu Huanzhi and Liu Weiyuan both looked at him with shock and a bit of inquiry.

Ignoring their gazes, he said firmly, “I know the art of ghost pacts, why not let me try?”

Gu Huanzhi hesitated to speak, but now was obviously not a good time to ask questions. He asked worriedly, “Senior Brother Xie, are you really sure?”

At this time, Xie Yiling had figured it out and was determined not to hide it anymore.

“Don’t worry, please help me, Junior Brother Gu.” He nodded seriously, took the medicine that he hadn’t had time to decoct yet, “Please trouble you to decoct the medicine.”

The medicine didn’t fall into Gu Huanzhi’s hands, but was taken by Liu Weiyuan, “I’ll go, Young Master Gu, come with me.”

Gu Huanzhi immediately understood Liu Weiyuan’s intention and followed, closing the door behind him.

Only Xie Yiling and Nangong Ci remained in the room.

Xie Yiling half-squatted by the bed, carefully tracing Nangong Ci’s face with his eyes.

Finally, he gently took Nangong Ci’s left hand. A soft red line appeared and disappeared from time to time, making Nangong Ci’s skin even paler.

Xie Yiling’s throat was blocked, a burst of soreness. He carefully recalled the process of the ghost pact in his mind, and after confirming that it was correct, he silently chanted the incantation according to the method of making a pact.

The red line gradually jumped up, trying to climb and wrap around Xie Yiling’s wrist.

In his coma, Nangong Ci felt the restlessness of the ghost pact. As if worried about losing it, he resisted and frowned, and large beads of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead and slid to the side.

“Don’t…” He struggled to utter the words in a breathy voice, “Don’t touch…”

The voice was weak, but it accurately reached Xie Yiling’s ears. He opened his eyes and looked at Nangong Ci, who was still muttering softly.

“What did you say?” Xie Yiling stared at Nangong Ci’s slightly moving lips, trying to understand what he heard.

Nangong Ci, he doesn’t want to untie the ghost pact?

“Looking for him, don’t untie…”

Xie Yiling’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he asked with a trembling voice, “Nangong Ci, who are you looking for?”

His chest trembled uncontrollably a few times, and a dull pain came.

“…My line is broken…” Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped and said nothing more.

Thinking that he had fainted again, Xie Yiling just leaned closer to check, when he heard Nangong Ci use a voice that was already extremely hoarse, weak but clear, “Xie…Xie Ci, found it…”

Xie Yiling’s mind was empty, like a bright and white round moon. The moon shone and the dark clouds opened, and he suddenly woke up.

Nangong Ci still remembers him, Nangong Ci actually still remembers him!

Ecstasy, confusion, helplessness, and other emotions filled a corner of Xie Yiling’s heart. He remembered Nangong Ci’s strange but affectionate actions, which were all explained at this time—

It’s just because Nangong Ci still remembers him.

A few hot tears accumulated into a clear lake in Nangong Ci’s palm. Xie Yiling was feeling sentimental when he suddenly heard a familiar “Xie Ci”.

The person who should have been in a coma on the bed spoke, shocking him stiff. Still holding Nangong Ci’s hand, he slowly looked up, looking over with concern. His lips were slightly open, but the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t know what to say.

Nangong Ci’s gaze followed Xie Yiling’s movements and landed on his wrist.

The red line was like a sharp blade, a chasm, cutting off the falsehood between him and Xie Yiling, and separating the distance between him and Xie Yiling.

“What are you doing?” He sat up, pulling his arm back, but Xie Yiling held it down with a little force.

“Don’t move.” Xie Yiling stared at the red line, “The corpse poison you have is the Seven Yangs. The poison will cause the ghost pact to break out together. If it is not resolved in time, I am afraid there will be danger to your life. I am saving you.”

Nangong Ci was silent. When the ghost pact was formed, he asked softly, “Is it just to save me?”

A very light sentence, like a petal falling from a tree. There was clearly no meaning of questioning, pure and unmixed, but it just fell into people’s eyes.

Nangong Ci stared at the thin layer of red that Xie Yiling had squeezed out from the corners of his eyes, and gently wiped a water stain from his face, “Taking evidence.”

Without asking anything, the two people’s state of mind returned to what it once was in an instant.

When Xie Ci had just left, Nangong Ci had almost become the most studious and inquisitive person in the world. He asked Xie Ci in his dreams every night why his soul had disappeared for no reason, without leaving a word. And why did he deceive him and untie the ghost pact, cutting off affection and severing righteousness.

Asking the sky, the sky did not respond, begging the earth, the earth did not speak, and gradually, he became taciturn.

Until he finally saw Xie Ci return to the world in Wilds Ridge, thousands of words turned into a lonely lamp that illuminated forbidden books day and night.

Nangong Ci didn’t want to ask anymore.

Having met, our hearts are one, why pursue the past suffering and former traces.

Seeing that the person was lost in thought, and the more he thought, the whiter his face became, Xie Yiling raised his leg and pressed it against the edge of the bed, scaring Nangong Ci out of his thoughts.

He stared at Nangong Ci’s pale face, and like when he first made a pact, he directly kissed the corner of his lips.

When the lips met, the two people’s breaths were like butterflies meeting flowers, and quickly entangled together.

Nangong Ci’s eyes blurred for a moment, and his heartbeat stopped at the moment of the kiss. Xie Yiling held his frosty white lips, releasing them after a while with a bit of rolling. Teeth grinding against tongue, the two people’s lip colors gradually turned red.

“…Taking evidence.”

Xie Yiling stopped speaking, his breath disordered, licked his wet lips, realized that his current posture was not very elegant, and embarrassedly took his leg off the bed.

“Master,” he bent his fingers and rubbed his still-hot lips, staring at Nangong Ci with bright eyes, “Just now, did it tire you out?”

The corners of Nangong Ci’s mouth, which had just turned up, paused, “I’m just poisoned, which makes me appear weak, my body is not bad.”

“Okay, okay.” Xie Yiling rubbed his hot face.

Just then, Gu Huanzhi walked into the room carrying the medicinal porridge that Liu Weiyuan had decocted. He keenly noticed that the atmosphere between the two people was not quite right, but it was not confrontational.

Seeing him come in, Xie Yiling stepped forward and took the medicine bowl, “Thank you, Junior Brother Gu.”

Gu Huanzhi smiled, “You’re welcome, Senior Brother Xie, no need to be so polite.”

After delivering the medicine, he thought about how Liu Weiyuan had told him to come out if he had nothing to do and not stay inside.

He was a little puzzled at first, but now he sincerely felt that these words were very correct.

Gu Huanzhi turned around to close the door. At the moment the door was closed, he caught a glimpse of the red line on Nangong Ci’s wrist still tied to it, but it was different from before.

Because the red line was no longer a lonely one, but was floating freely in the air, not afraid of getting lost.

Following the direction in which the red line was floating, the other end was firmly tied to Xie Yiling’s wrist.

Gu Huanzhi didn’t dare to look any further. He returned to the backyard with a complicated mood, sat directly on a stone, and stared at the Zī Wēi grass in front of him in a daze.

Senior Brother Xie is an ordinary person, how could he know the art of ghost pacts? What’s more, the Record of Strange Contracts, which records ghost pacts, is in the Treasure Book Building of the Sun and Moon Spirit Platform, how could outsiders know the specific methods?

Gu Huanzhi didn’t think it was a problem with the lax security of Wei City. Even if he wanted to see the Record of Strange Contracts, he had to get his father’s consent and then go through layers of mechanisms.

Where exactly did the problem lie?

Gu Huanzhi’s brows were tightly knitted together, he was very conflicted.

The art of ghost pacts belongs to the demonic cultivators. Since Xie Yiling is the disciple of Fufeng Daozhang, he is naturally a member of the Immortal Clan. In this way, isn’t Senior Brother Xie a cultivator of both immortal and demonic paths?

This is a major taboo for cultivation that is not tolerated by the Immortal Sect!

Accidentally learning of such a major event, Gu Huanzhi sighed helplessly. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a black round stone standing next to him. He raised his elbow and leaned on it, but who knew that the “stone” would dodge backward.

Gu Huanzhi was taken aback. Could it be that this was not a stone, but some strange medicinal herb planted by Young Master Liu?

He turned his head to take a closer look. A Si’s half of his body was covered by the Zī Wēi grass, revealing half of his upper body and a round head. The head was like a round stone, and it was right where his arm was.

“A Si, why are you hiding here?” Gu Huanzhi quickly withdrew his hand and looked down at him.

A Si squatted on the ground and blinked at him, “I’m not hiding, I’ve always been here, why didn’t you notice?”

After speaking, he said again, “I know, you have troubles.”

Isn’t it a trouble? Gu Huanzhi sighed.

Logically speaking, cultivators of both immortal and demonic paths must be reported to the Immortal Sect and then executed. However, Xie Yiling has neither harmed anyone nor caused trouble, and has even saved his life, so he really couldn’t repay kindness with enmity. But if he concealed it and didn’t report it, he would be ashamed of the Immortal Sect’s teachings for many years.

Gu Huanzhi sighed again in his heart, his eyes fell on A Si’s ignorant face, and his thoughts turned, “A Si, how long have you known Senior Brother Xie? Do you know him?”

A Si’s bright black eyes rolled from left to right, and finally stared at Gu Huanzhi, “Do you really want to get information from a child like me? Are you really willing to use little A Si like me?”

His thoughts were exposed, and Gu Huanzhi also felt that his approach was a bit unsavory. Worried that A Si would tell Xie Yiling, he quickly said softly, “Okay, okay, A Si, just pretend that I was joking, no, just pretend that I never said these words, okay?”

A Si said meaningfully, “I want to eat something.”

At this moment, the lantern hanging under the eaves lit up, instantly dispelling the twilight in the backyard.

Gu Huanzhi looked up at the lantern, turned his head and said to A Si, “Okay, I’ll go to the mountain tomorrow morning to find fruit for you to eat.”

“A promise is a promise!” A Si stood up happily when he heard this, and bent his little finger at him.

Gu Huanzhi hooked his finger with him, “Even four horses cannot catch up!”

The two reached an agreement and walked out of the backyard together.

Xie Yiling pushed all the windows open and stuck half of his head out. Gu Huanzhi’s figure was no longer outside.

“A Si is really clever.” He said, and closed the window.

In the morning, the birds in the mountains chirped ethereally, flying in groups from one forest to another, and the bolder ones landed directly on the stone table.

Liu Weiyuan carried a bowl of medicinal porridge, waved his sleeve to drive away the bird. Just as he placed the bowl on the stone table, A Si suddenly emerged from under the table, looking at him with bright eyes.

Liu Weiyuan said with some surprise, “You little ghost, do you also want to eat?”

A Si nodded extremely quickly, “Yes, yes, I’m so hungry, immortal brother, give me some to eat.”

Xie Yiling carefully closed the door, stepped over, and smelled the fragrance of the porridge, and said with some surprise, “Young Master Liu made porridge?”