Chapter 1967

Ye Feiran looked at Lingwan and smiled, "I'm just joking." "I know, but if Aran needs any treasures, please tell me. If there are any in the cemetery, I will bring them to you." Lingwan also smiled. At this moment, she had a feeling of going back to the past, because this situation often happened in the past. Hearing this, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then I'm welcome. I need the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and the Dark Fruit now." Lingwan: "..." Sure enough, the treasures Aran needs are not simple. "Aran, these two kinds of treasures don't exist in the spiritual world, but I can help you find out." "No, I accidentally went to the Nether World. While searching for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and Nether Fruit, I discovered the entrance to the spirit world, so I came to see you." Ye Feiran said with a smile. "The Netherworld!?" Lingwan looked shocked, "You actually went to the Netherworld!" "Yes!" Ye Feiran nodded, "Why are you so shocked?" Lingwan was speechless for a moment. Whether it is the God Realm or the Immortal Realm, it is not easy to go to the Netherworld. Therefore, it is a rare opportunity for Aran to go to the Netherworld while in the lower world. "Because I also want to go to the Netherworld." Lingwan made up a random reason, but Ye Feiran didn't expose her. Lingwan was worried that Ye Feiran would get to the bottom of it, so she quickly changed the subject, "Aran, do you want to break into the spiritual pagoda?" Ye Feiran shook his head, "No, I want to chat with you." Hearing this, Lingwan was also very happy and quickly took Ye Feiran's arm, "Don't go back on your word." Ye Feiran looked at her childish look and said with a smile, "Spirit Master, pay attention to your image!" Hearing the word "Ling Lord", Ling Wan was stunned for a moment. "A Ran, how do you know I am the Spirit Master? Have you recovered your memory?" "No." Ye Feiran shook his head, "But someone told me." "Who? Ye Mulin?" Lingwan asked subconsciously. "No." Ye Feiran shook his head again, "It's Wu Zheng." "Wu Zheng!?" Lingwan's voice suddenly became much louder. Then, she grabbed Ye Feiran's arm tightly and asked excitedly, "Aran, have you really met Wu Zhen?" Ye Feiran nodded, and then couldn't help but tease, "Wanwan, you are so excited, do you like Wu Zhen?" Lingwan: "..." Wu Zheng: "..." What kind of random speculation is this? Seeing the gossipy look in Ye Feiran's eyes, Lingwan suddenly looked dumbfounded. "Aran, what are you talking about? Wu Zhen can't like me, and I can't like Wu Zhen. I am the master of the spiritual world, and future Taoist companions can only be people from the spiritual world. I will start from the beginning. He was informed.” "Oh!" Ye Feiran reached out and touched his nose, a little embarrassed, but thinking of Ling Wan's words, he asked again, "What if there is no one you like in the spirit world? What if you fall in love with someone who is not in the spirit world? ?” Speaking of these issues, a faint blush appeared on Lingwan's pretty face, "Oh, there are not so many eventualities in the world. This is my mission, and I will work hard to complete it." Ye Feiran: "..." Why does this sound so embarrassing? Lingwan didn't give Ye Feiran a chance to get to the bottom of things, and quickly asked, "Did Wu Zhen also enter reincarnation?" "No, he only has a trace of his soul left." After speaking, Ye Feiran pointed to the bracelet on his wrist, "He is here." Lingwan's expression changed drastically in a short period of time, and then she shouted softly to the bracelet, "Wu Zheng?" The next moment, a ray of soul floated out from the bracelet, and then condensed into a transparent figure. Wu Zheng looked at Lingwan and greeted with a smile, "Wanwan, long time no see!" Looking at Wu Zhen in front of her and listening to the familiar voice, Lingwan's eyes suddenly turned red and her voice choked up as she said, "Wu Zhen, it turns out you are not in a state of disbelief. That's great. I'll tell you as soon as you leave." cigarette." After hearing this, both Wu Zhen and Ye Feiran understood that Lingwan was so excited, partly because of Wu Zhen, and mostly because of Wu Yan. "How is Ayan doing now?" Speaking of his sister, Wu Zheng's voice suddenly became hoarse. Lingwan looked at Ye Feiran, then at Wu Zhen, and said truthfully, "Ayan may become a demon at any time." Hearing this, Wu Zhen was heartbroken. "Wanwan, I hope you can tell Ayan as soon as possible that I am not in a state of despair, and I will go back one day." Lingwan nodded heavily. She couldn't say anything about Aran's reincarnation, but she could still say something about Wu Zhen. Seeing that the atmosphere was serious, Ye Feiran coughed lightly and said, "Ahem... Wanwan, are there any Dragon Scale Fruits in the cemetery? Wu Zhen's soul is relatively weak and needs Dragon Scale Fruit to nourish it." "Yes, yes, let's go to the spiritual garden to pick it now!" Lingwan said quickly, looking impatient. No wonder she was so nervous, she was afraid that the last trace of Wu Zhen's soul left in the world would dissipate, and then Wu Yan would most likely become a demon. If Wu Yan falls into a demon state, both she and A Ran will be sad, and it will most likely affect A Ran's cultivation path. After all, when A Ran died, Wu Yan almost became a devil. Cemetery. Lingwan personally picked two dragon scale fruits, one for Wu Zhen and one for Ye Feiran. "Eat it!" After Ye Feiran and Wu Zheng started eating, Lingwan continued to pick dragon scale fruits, picking a total of twenty. If the dragon scale tree hadn't begged her, she would have continued to pick it. Lingwan split the dragon scale fruit into two, and then said confidently, "Wu Zhen, don't blame me for being partial to A Ran, because A Ran is the first in my heart!" Ye Feiran: "..." Is this really good? "Of course I won't blame you, and I would like to thank you for the Dragon Scale Fruit." Wu Zhen said with a smile. Ye Feiran was about to speak when Lingwan said seriously, "If you eat too much dragon scale fruit, it will be like a spiritual fruit, so ten dragon scale fruits are enough for Wu Zhen to nourish his soul." Ye Feiran was speechless for a moment, and after a while he said, "Then I'm welcome." It happened that the core of the dragon scale fruit last time had not sprouted yet, so she wanted to plant a few more. Immediately afterwards, Lingwan invited Ye Feiran and Lingwan to the palace where she lived. At this time, the maid had prepared a table of spiritual food. Looking at Wu Zhen's soul body, Ling Wan had an awkward yet polite smile on her face, "Wu Zhen, you taste the dragon scale fruit, and Aran and I taste the spiritual food." Hearing this, Ye Feiran gave Wu Zhen a pitiful look. However, after Wu Zhen finished eating the second dragon scale fruit, he shouted that he wanted to go back and get the ten thousand year soul-inducing wooden bracelet. It was also at this time that Lingwan learned that Ye Feiran's bracelet was made of ten thousand year soul-inducing wood. "I wonder how much Wu Zhen's soul can be restored with the nourishment of Dragon Scale Fruit and Ten Thousand Years Soul-Inducing Wood?" Lingwan murmured. Ye Feiran took a sip of the spirit wine and said, "As long as he reaches the mastery of cultivation, I will have the golden lotus root to help him rebuild his physical body." Hearing the word golden lotus root, Lingwan's eyes widened suddenly, "A Ran, do you still have golden lotus root?!" "Yes!" Ye Feiran nodded, "Do you want it? I can give you one." "Yes, yes, yes!" Ling Wan nodded like a fool. Although Aran has not recovered her memory, her personality must be similar, so she must have more than one golden lotus root in her body. The next moment, there was a golden lotus root in front of Lingwan that was not only wet but also muddy. Lingwan carefully cleaned the golden lotus roots, and then carefully packed them in a special box. "Thank you Aran!" Ye Feiran glanced at Lingwan, "Thank you for what?" "Hahaha... I forgot that you and I don't have to say thank you." Lingwan smiled. After Ye Feiran had eaten and drank enough, he looked up at Lingwan and said seriously, "Wanwan, last time you said that the ghost orchid flower should be used on those who need it, I think Wu Zhen needs it now. As long as he swallows the ghost orchid flower, he can practice as a ghost. It just so happens that we are in the Netherworld now. It is simply the right time, right place and right people! " Lingwan: "..." But the person she needs is not Wu Zheng!

March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.