HLnovel Chapter 781: The forbidden spell is first obtained to explore the secrets of the sea, and the beauty
Chapter 781: The forbidden spell is first obtained to explore the secrets of the sea, and the beauty
The sea breeze made the broken flag on the broken mast flutter. Shen Qingzhu's hand hung on Wu Hen's back for a long time.
In the end, I didn't dare touch the bloody wound again.
She bit her lip and took out a celadon bottle from her bosom.
Her fingertips were shaking as she poured out the powder: "This is the Xu Gu San given by Master Chen. Be patient."
Wu Hen groaned, and blood foam dripped down his chin onto the muddy ground.
He stared at the still hot demon pill in Lin Qiye's palm.
His Adam's apple moved: "Lao Lin, help me to the boathouse."
"If you move now, you'll lose a layer of skin." Lin Qiye frowned, but still bent down to support his armpits.
An Qingyu's spiritual power wrapped around them like a soft silk, gently cushioning the two men's arms - her face was as white as a piece of paper,
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, obviously he had used up most of his strength in pulling Wu Hen just now.
The smell of dried fish still wafted through the boat house.
Grandma Wang's pickled fish jar was broken in the corner of the wall, and half a piece of fish scale was stained with dark butter, shining coldly in the moonlight.
Wu Hen was helped onto the earthen kang, and as soon as his back touched the straw mat, he gasped in pain.
He gritted his teeth and tore open his shirt, revealing the pale golden lines on his heart—the mark unique to the God Slayer.
At this moment, it was glowing slightly with his heartbeat.
"Let's get started." He said to Lin Qiye, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against stone.
Lin Qiye didn't ask any more questions. He took out a black stone from his arms and placed it on the kang table.
That is the secret treasure of the Demon Suppression Bureau, "Wanxiangyin", which can connect the residual consciousness of powerful people in different time and space.
Wu Hen stared at the stone, his nails digging deep into his palms—he had tried to extract it twenty-eight times before.
It was either some useless miscellaneous knowledge or a seriously injured soul, until the ghost fire figure appeared just now.
He suddenly remembered what the abbot had said: "If you want to kill a god, you must first have a sword that can kill a god."
"The thirtieth time." Lin Qiye pressed the stone, and a faint blue light instantly spread across the entire room.
Wu Hen closed his eyes, his consciousness dragged into chaos.
He could hear his own heartbeat, one, two, like beating on a drum.
Suddenly, a cool touch spread across my fingertips. It was a spell, a star map, a magic circle polished to a shine by time.
"Stop!" Wu Hen suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered with sweat.
The stone on the kang table cracked open with a crack, and a ball of light purple mist floated out from it.
In the mist, one could vaguely see an old man in a gray robe, his white beard blown by the wind, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Merlin?" Wu Hen's voice trembled.
He had seen the portrait of this god of magic and prophecy in ancient books before.
Although the figure in the light fog is faint at this moment, the demeanor of someone who has witnessed thousands of years of wind and snow is unmistakable.
"Godslayer." Merlin's voice flowed like a spring over the stone slabs. "You whipped me thirty-six times.
"As he spoke, the mist suddenly dimmed. "For the last time, I struggled to disperse a wisp of my remaining consciousness, only then did I manage to reveal myself."
Wu Hen's throat tightened.
He had actually discovered long ago that every extraction would make the residual consciousness weaker.
But the ghostly figure just now said, "The master is about to wake up," and he couldn't wait.
He stared at Merlin, his fingertips trembling slightly. "You brought the Tome of Forbidden Spells?"
Merlin raised his hand, and a gold-embossed book emerged from the mist.
The incantation on the cover automatically flipped over, changing to simplified Chinese characters: "Exploring the Sea."
He said, "This forbidden spell can activate the power of the Sea Eye, but it requires the God-Slaying Sword as a medium and three sacrifices of your blood." He paused, and the light mist dimmed even more.
"But you'd better know first - the giant beast under the sea is not a demon, but a sealed ancient god."
"Ancient God?" Lin Qiye suddenly interrupted.
I don't know when he walked to the kang, holding a bowl of warm water in his hand.
"Back then, the God Slayer Alliance locked it with seven chains." Merlin's eyes swept over Lin Qiye.
"Three of them are now broken. The remaining four... the demon pill in your arms is actually the trigger of the chain."
As he spoke, the light mist began to dissipate, "As for the king's face..." He suddenly smiled,
"That kid always loves to go to dangerous places. Maybe he's squatting on the head of the ancient god and drawing talismans right now."
Before he finished speaking, the light mist dissipated.
The stone on the kang table was completely crushed into powder. Wu Hen stared at the powder and suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat.
Only then did he realize that his hand holding the God-Slaying Sword was shaking, and the golden light from the sword made the corners of his eyes turn red.
"Ancient God..." Lin Qiye repeated in a low voice, and stuffed the bowl of warm water into Wu Hen's hand.
“Drink some water first.”
Wu Hen didn't take the bowl, but turned to look out the window.
The sea surface was silvery under the moonlight, and the waves hit the rocks again and again, like someone beating a drum.
He suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "Lao Lin, look at the coast...is there a person?"
Lin Qiye followed his gaze.
In the darkness of the night, there is indeed a vague shadow behind the reef.
Wrapped in a moon-white cloak, he was looking towards the houseboat where they were.
The wind blew in with the sound of waves, and faintly the sound of bells could be heard, like some ancient spell.
"Maybe it's the fishermen nearby?" Shen Qingzhu stood at the door at some point, still holding the medicine bottle in his hand.
“Shall I go and take a look?”
"Don't." Wu Hen suddenly pressed her wrist.
He stared at the shadow, the God-Slaying Sword burning in his palm. "Remember this for now. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
The sea breeze blew up the strands of hair on his forehead, and the chirping of night birds came from afar.
The oil lamp in the boathouse flickered, stretching the shadows of the two people very long.
Throwing it onto the fishy-smelling earthen wall, it looked like two unsheathed swords.
The oyster shells on the reef scratched Yurina's ankles and hurt.
She wrapped her moon-white cloak tightly around her and moved half a step outside the wave line. The salty and damp wind blew into her collar, making goose bumps appear on the back of her neck.
This is the seventh time this month that she has been squatting on the coastline at midnight.
The words that Kazematsu Takuya had said rang in his ears again: "That broken ship was already washed away by the beast tide."
"If Wu Hen were alive, he would have reported back to the Demon Suppression Division long ago."
"Wait another half an incense stick." She whispered to the waves, her fingers unconsciously stroking the silver bell around her neck.
That was the bell Wu Hen had given her when they parted last time, and he said, "When you hear the bell ringing, you'll know I'm nearby."
The bell had lost its temperature, but it was burning hot from her grip.
When the wave receded, she caught a glimpse of a piece of indigo-colored cloth stuck in the crack of the reef.
Seeing the cloud pattern embroidered with the Demon Suppression Division, my heart skipped a beat.
"Yurina!"
Takuya Kazematsu's shouting came from a distance.
The young demon slayer came running from the other end of the beach, holding a torch, the soles of his boots crunching under the shells. "What are you doing so madly in the middle of the night?"
"Your brother has come to you three times!"
He ran closer, and the torchlight made Yurina's eyes sore——
She saw a thin layer of sweat on the other person's face, obviously he had rushed over from the Demon Suppression Bureau.
"I'll wait another ten minutes." Yurina stuffed the rag into her cloak pocket, her voice as light as sea mist blown away by the wind.
"Last time he said he wanted to take me to see the star whales on Dongji Island, and that after the beast tide was dealt with... he would definitely..."
"Enough!" Kazematsu Takuya suddenly raised his voice and shook the torch in his hand.
"Did you know that the Sea Eye moved unusually last month, and even the Chief Lord sent the Phoenix Squad to investigate?"
"If Wu Hen were really alive, he would have been listed in the Demon Suppression Division's merit book by now, instead of leaving you here to bleed in the cold wind!"
He took a breath and softened his tone, "Come back with me. Your brother made some ginger tea. You'll get a fever if you keep freezing."
Yurina said nothing.
She looked at the dark silhouette of a boat in the distance—it was a broken fishing boat that had run aground after the tide receded.
The patches on the sails were bleached by the moonlight.
Takuya Kazematsu's torch cast a swaying shadow at her feet.
It looked very much like the flickering candlelight beside the medicine stove when Wu Hen helped her bandage her wound last time.
She suddenly remembered the logbook she had found in the Demon Suppression Pavilion three days ago.
The last page reads, "On July 15th, ghost lights appeared on the horizon, suggesting the ancient gods have awakened."
And today...is July 15th.
"Look!" She suddenly grabbed Takuya Kazematsu's wrist, her nails almost digging into his skin.
“The houseboat lights are on!”
Kazematsu Takuya followed her gaze.
Indeed, a dim light leaked from the window of the broken fishing boat, like an eye suddenly opened in the dark night.
Yurina's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the silver bell jingled around her neck——
She was very familiar with this voice. Every time before Wu Hen carried out a mission, he would touch the bell and say, "If you miss me, shake it three times."
She raised her hand tremblingly, and was about to ring the bell,
But the door of the boat house was pushed open a crack, and a figure leaned out from the door frame.
It’s Wu Hen!
Under the moonlight, the scattered hair on his forehead was blown by the wind, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
But the scar from the center of the eyebrows to the jaw, and the teardrop mole at the corner of the left eye,
It was clearly the same look she had seen hundreds of times in the files of the Demon Suppression Division.
Yurina's throat suddenly tightened, and her legs became so weak that she could hardly stand.
If Takuya Fuuji hadn't held her in time, she would have almost fallen into the waves.
"It's him...it's really him..." Her voice trembled and tears fell uncontrollably, wetting a large area of the front of her cloak.
Takuya Kazematsu's hand holding the torch was shaking, and sparks from the torch fell onto the beach with a crackling sound.
Like scattered stars: "This... This is impossible. Last month, the intelligence department said..."
"Shh—" Yurina suddenly covered his mouth.
Another person walked out of the boat house. It was Lin Qiye, the famous cold-faced Rakshasa of the Demon Suppression Division.
At this moment, he was holding Wu Hen's arm, his movements as gentle as if he was holding fragile porcelain.
Wu Hen's eyes swept across the coastline and paused for two seconds at the reefs.
Yurina quickly hid behind the reef, her heart beating so fast that it was about to jump out of her throat - she suddenly remembered that she didn't bring rouge today,
Her face must have been red from the wind, and there was seaweed on the ends of her hair.
"Old Lin, go call Shen Qingzhu." Wu Hen's voice drifted over, a little hoarse.
"I need to re-dress my back."
Lin Qiye responded and turned back to the boathouse.
Wu Hen held onto the door frame without moving. The moonlight stretched his shadow so long that it almost reached Yurina's feet.
She looked at the shadow and suddenly remembered what happened in the martial arts arena three months ago.
Wu Hen also stood like this, his shadow covering her, and said, "Wait until I come back, I will teach you how to use the God-Slaying Sword to break the demon fog."
His figure is thinner now than it was then, but his back is still straight, like a javelin rooted in the beach.
"Do you want to... go over?" Takuya Kazematsu asked in a low voice, not even noticing that the torch was about to burn his fingers.
Yurina looked at Wu Hen's back, and her throat felt like a ball of wet cotton was stuffed in it.
She took out the silver bell from her neck and rang it three times. The sound of the bell was almost inaudible over the sound of the waves.
But Wu Hen's shoulders suddenly shook, and he turned to look towards the reef.
The moment their eyes met, Yurina's tears welled up again.
She heard her hoarse voice mixed with the sound of waves floating over: "Wu...Brother Wu, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The lights in the houseboat suddenly went out.
Wu Hen's figure melted into the darkness, but Yurina could see his eyes, shining like two stars in the moonlight.
She took her foot off the reef and then retracted it - Kaze Matsuri Takuya was right.
He is covered in wounds now and certainly doesn't want to be seen in such a miserable state.
She fished out the indigo rag from her pocket, clutched it tighter, and whispered, "Tomorrow...tomorrow I'll bring you medicine."
Kazesai Takuya tugged at her cloak and said, "It's time to go. The tide will rise if we're any later."
Yurina took one last look in the direction of the boat house, then turned and walked towards the Demon Suppression Bureau.
She didn't notice that Wu Hen's hands were clenched white as he held onto the door frame, and the God-Slaying Sword was burning hot in his sleeve;
She also didn't notice that Lin Qiye was standing behind the door holding a bowl of medicine, and his gaze lingered on her back for two more seconds.
The sea breeze came over with the sound of waves, sweeping the sound of her silver bells, footsteps, and the words "I'll wait for you" into the dark night.
When the lights in the boathouse came back on, Wu Hen touched the God-Slaying Mark on his heart and said in a low voice, as if he were talking in his sleep, "It's her."
Lin Qiye placed the medicine bowl on the table. The steam rising from the medicine blurred his eyes. "Do you need me to check?"
"No need." Wu Hen stared at the moon-white figure gradually moving away outside the window, his fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt of the knife.
"She...can wait longer than I thought."
The waves were still hitting the rocks, like someone beating a drum.
The sea surface in the distance was shimmering with silver, and a few fishing lights could be vaguely seen - they were the early risers preparing to go out to sea.
Wu Hen looked at the fishing lights and suddenly smiled.
There was a gentleness in his smile that he himself didn't even notice: "Lao Lin, remember to prepare more medicine for tomorrow's wounds."
Lin Qiye lowered his head to stir the medicine, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "It's ready."
Outside the boathouse, the sound of Yurina's silver bells was still floating in the wind, sometimes faint and sometimes not.
Like a thread that couldn't be thinner, one end was tied to her heartbeat and the other end was tied to the swaying lamp in the boathouse.