Chapter 20 Blood Vine Gu
Wu Yixuan’s consciousness gradually blurred, and the strange laughter in his ears and the “rustling” sound of the blood-colored vines squirming gradually faded away.
His body seemed to be dragged by an invisible force, falling into that boundless darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a gray wasteland, with light green mist swirling around.
There was no sun or moon in the sky, only a dim grayish-white.
The air was filled with a cold and decaying aura.
“What place is this?”
Wu Yixuan murmured to himself, his heart filled with doubt and vigilance.
“I remember I wasn’t in the morgue?”
He stood up and started to walk forward.
Before long, he saw a wide black river and a broken bridge over it.
A young girl in a red dress was standing on the bridge.
The lantern in her hand emitted something like white cotton-like matter, which fell into the black river.
Wu Yixuan seemed to understand something.
This was the Nai River.
He was a little shocked.
Could it be that he was already dead?
Just as he was in despair, the girl on the bridge slowly turned around.
She faced Wu Yixuan, her expression indifferent, her eyes hollow.
Wu Yixuan could not see the girl’s face; it seemed that something hazy was blocking her.
“Who are you?”
Wu Yixuan looked at the girl in front of him vigilantly. He subconsciously drew out his heavy peachwood sword, but when he put his hand on his waist, he found it empty.
“Your lifespan has not ended, you should not be here, go back.”
As the girl’s voice, without any ripples, sounded, Wu Yixuan felt a powerful force suddenly grab him from behind. In an instant, he passed through layers of darkness and returned to the Human World.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the floor of the morgue.
Silence reigned all around, and the blood-colored vines had also disappeared.
The corpse that had been controlled before had returned to the stretcher cart.
It was as if the fear he had experienced last night was just a dream.
Just then, the morgue door was suddenly pushed open, and Liu Haoyu and Deng Xiaolin rushed in.
“Grandpa Wu!” Deng Xiaolin’s voice was a little anxious: “Are you alright?”
“I… I’m fine, but it felt like a very long dream.”
Wu Yixuan’s gaze fell on Liu Haoyu’s side.
It was a creepy, eerie red shadow.
He had been able to see this red shadow before, but it wasn’t so clear then.
This time, he clearly saw that the lantern in the red shadow’s hand was almost identical to the lantern of the girl he saw in his dream.
Could it be that she saved him?
Such a question couldn’t help but arise in Wu Yixuan’s mind.
“Old Wu, you really scared me to death,” the director of the funeral home also rushed in, and when he saw that Wu Yixuan was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief: “You don’t know, when I saw you collapse in the morgue in the monitoring room, I almost had a heart attack!”
“So what happened here last night?”
As a ghost exorcist, Liu Haoyu had felt traces of resentment and curse power remaining since he entered the morgue.
It was obvious that Wu Yixuan must have fought with something last night.
There was no need to think much about it; it was most likely the tattered corpse on the ground.
“Grandpa Wu, the next time something like this happens, remember to call me. I’m young and can handle it.”
Because there were outsiders, Liu Haoyu did not explicitly state what happened.
But Wu Yixuan just waved his hand and said.
“It’s nothing serious, let’s go back first.”
As people get older, they become more or less stubborn.
Wu Yixuan thought he could handle a corpse alone, but he did not expect there to be another expert.
The funeral home was not far from the antique shop. After a short walk, they successfully returned to the antique shop.
As soon as they entered the shop, the old man locked the door and then sat on the sofa to catch his breath.
Liu Haoyu sat opposite him, looking at the old man’s relaxed expression, and couldn’t help but ask.
“What happened last night?”
“This…”
As an elder, Wu Yixuan did not want to tell his juniors about his failed battle, but looking at Liu Haoyu’s mature face, he couldn’t help but think of the teenage boy he saw ten years ago.
He couldn’t help but sigh, and that feeling of emotion surged in his heart again.
Truly, the waves behind the river push the waves in front…
Therefore, the old man began to recount everything he had experienced last night to the two people in front of him.
As he spoke, he observed the movements of the eerie red shadow beside Liu Haoyu.
But no matter how Wu Yixuan spoke, the red shadow did not react at all. It just listened quietly, neither interrupting nor claiming credit.
It wasn’t until Wu Yixuan mentioned seeing the red shadow on the banks of the Nai River that Liu Haoyu turned his gaze to Qin Liu.
“Did you do it?”
“Ah…” a crisp voice echoed in the room: “I guess I did?”
Seeing Qin Liu admit it, Wu Yixuan clasped his hands in salutation and respectfully said to Qin Liu.
“I will never forget your life-saving grace. If you have any requests in the future, I, Wu, will do my best to help.”
“You don’t have to…”
Qin Liu was a little embarrassed. In fact, she went there purely because she sensed a large number of spectral signs there, so she went to take a look.
She just didn’t expect Wu Yixuan to be there too.
“I was just unintentional…”
“Whether Miss Qin was unintentional or intentional, it is a fact that she saved me.”
As mentioned earlier, old people are stubborn. Once they have a principle, it is difficult to change it from the outside.
Qin Liu had always been accustomed to being a transparent person, so being stared at made her a little uncomfortable. She waved her hands repeatedly and said.
“Compared to this, I think it’s better to study what those blood-colored vines are.”
“Indeed…” Liu Haoyu nodded: “We also saw these blood-colored vines underground in the mine tunnel, and there were many of them.”
“You two are right.”
Wu Yixuan stood up and quickly rummaged through the cabinet.
After a while, he finally found an ancient book.
After blowing off the dust on it, he opened it and carefully examined it.
As a well-informed elder, he soon found what he was looking for in the ancient book.
However, after seeing what was written there, his expression became a little serious.
“As expected…”
“What’s wrong?”
“These blood-colored vines are called ‘Blood Vine Gu,’ a very ancient evil art. It should have been lost long ago, so why has it reappeared in the world?”
