Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Zhong Wumo stood in front of the straw mat for a long time before he came to his senses. At one point, he knelt down, held the cold body in his arms, looked at the face that was exactly like his own, and called out “brother” softly.
This time when he was asked to come to the capital to escort him, the crown prince originally summoned the two of them. But Zhong Youyu stopped his brother and refused to let him go.
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“Shen Qingque said that if the crown prince calls me to fight, I should never let you go, as there will be a bloody disaster.” Zhong Youyu said firmly.
“What’s the difference?” Zhong Wumo was puzzled. The two of them had the same spiritual power, and no matter what dangerous things they did, they would do the same. Shen Lou was probably teasing him, but only Zhong Youyu would take this unreasonable statement seriously.
“I’d rather believe something exists than something that doesn’t exist!” Zhong Youyu frowned and patted his brother on the shoulder, “You are the only relative I have left, Xiao Mo. Brother can’t lose you.”
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Lin Xin looked at Shen Lou, while Shen Lou held his hand tightly.
Before the formation started, Zhong Youyu asked him to bring back Wumo, and stopped Zhong Wumo when he wanted to go to the battlefield. Many things had thus changed in this life. Shen Lou could not predict when such a war would happen that would cost Zhong Wumo his life, so he reminded Zhong Youyu not to let Zhong Wumo go to the battlefield for him at any time, especially when the crown prince ordered it.
Zhong Youyu remembered it firmly. He saved his brother but lost his life in advance.
“This is the soul of Youyou.” Shen Lou handed the Huangquan Pearl to Zhong Wumo, thinking that when he was buried, he could ask Zhu Xingli to draw a revealing formation, and maybe he could say goodbye to Zhong Youyu in person.
Zhong Wumo took the Huangquan Pearl and looked at the flickering soul fire in it. He was silent for a long time. Then he suddenly stood up and walked to Lin Xin. He bent down and was about to kneel down.
“What are you doing?” Lin Xin quickly pulled out Yanggu and held Zhong Wumo’s knees with the scabbard.
Shen Lou was afraid that he would affect his wound, so he immediately lifted Zhong Wumo up.
“Marquis Lu, do you remember that you promised to do something for me?” Zhong Wumo couldn’t kneel down, so he simply stood up, completely level with Lin Xin.
That day in the palace, Lin Xin captured Zhu Xingli’s soul, but his spiritual power was exhausted. Only with Zhong Wumo’s main force could he bring his master back safely. He owed Zhong Wumo a favor.
“I remember, what do you want?” Lin Xin frowned.
Zhong Wumo raised his hand, handed the Huangquan Pearl to Lin Xin, and said loudly and forcefully: “Move my brother’s soul into my body.”
There were gasps around him. Soul transfer was a variant of the ancient evil art of “seizing the body”. It had always been regarded as an evil art. It had been a long time since he had heard of anyone knowing about this ancient art.
That day in Zhu Xingli’s bedroom, Zhong Wumo saw Lin Xin perform the soul-transfer technique with his own eyes.
“The seven souls are inseparable, and you can’t live if you remove them.” Shen Lou immediately rejected this crazy idea. In the last life, he saw Lin Xin playing with the souls, trying to transfer the soul of the newly deceased to another person’s body. However, the soul of the two people were incompatible, and could only remain for a moment, with no possibility of resurrection.
Lin Xin did not object immediately. He took the Huangquan Pearl and pondered for a moment: “Let me think about it.”
After dismissing the crowd, Shen Lou carried the injured Lin Xin back to the marshal’s tent, and Zhong Wumo dragged his brother’s body along with him.
“They are twins. If they have the same body, they have the same spirit. Maybe we can give it a try.” Lin Xin looked at Zhong Youyu’s body and then at Zhong Wumo. Most of the body snatchings recorded in ancient books were of close relatives, because the souls were more likely to be compatible if the blood was similar.
“One life for another, what is the purpose?” Shen Lou disagreed.
“That’s not the case,” Lin Xin shook his head, “Two souls into one soul, one body and two souls.”
The twins were originally one body, divided into pairs, and could be merged into one. Zhong Youyu’s physical body was damaged, so his soul could reside in Zhong Wumo. The two could then share the same body.
Dark clouds covered the sun, a cool breeze blew through the camp, and light rain fell on the grassland. There was the sound of war horses entering the shed outside, and Dong Shechuan was braving the rain to take stock of the Luli sent from the Western Regions.
“The soul returns to heaven, then the soul enters the earth, life and death are impermanent. In short, you really don’t have to do this, just let Linfeng go back.” Shen Lou advised him with a solemn expression. One body with two souls, in the eyes of ordinary people, would be a monster. What crime did Zhong Wumo commit to endure such pain?
Zhong Wumo ignored Shen Lou’s persuasion and still stared at Lin Xin, repeating those words, “Transfer my brother’s soul to my body. You promised.”
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the Huyan River gradually became turbulent. The fish that hatched in the spring had now grown up and danced with the murmuring water, living and breathing.
“Return the soul to the body!” A low shout sounded in the Marshal’s tent, and a dazzling spiritual light came out of the tent, then quickly gathered and disappeared.
“Poof”, Zhong Wumo, whose forehead was covered with cinnabar patterns, closed his eyes tightly and fell straight to the ground.
Lin Xin put one hand on the ground, took a breath, and stepped forward to check.
“Cough cough cough…” Zhong Wumo suddenly choked, opened his eyes slowly, and regained consciousness. His body suddenly popped up three steps away like a grass carp on a chopping board, “Ahhh! Where is this?”
“Zhong Youyu?” Shen Lou protected Lin Xin behind him and looked coldly at the man lying on the ground screaming.
“Shen Qingque! Am I dead?” Zhong Wumo, who had been calm all year round, suddenly made an open and closed expression that was a little stiff.
“Brother, get up.” The voice suddenly became lower. Zhong Wumo stood up, with a smile in his eyes, and thanked Lin Xin with his hands.
“Xiao Mo?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s going on? How come we are in the same body?”
“Soul transfer.”
Lin Xin looked at the man talking to himself very curiously, then putting his chin on Shen Lou’s shoulder, he watched with interest as Zhong Youyu’s face changed from shock to regret, and then turned into embarrassment accompanied with continuous swallowing.
“Zhong Youyu, did you take A Xin’s blood?” Shen Lou said with a cold face and began to settle accounts.
“Yes…” No matter how stupid Zhong Youyu was, he understood at this moment that he had been fooled. “A group of barbarian masters came halfway and took away the blood.” He remembered Shen Lou’s words and desperately wanted to take it back, but he was outnumbered. The thing was not protected, and he even died unexpectedly.
Injured and having exhausted his spiritual energy to transfer the soul, Lin Xin had no strength, so he stretched out his arms to hug Shen Lou’s waist and pushed all his body weight to him.
Shen Lou glared at Zhong Youyu and told him to shut up for the time being. He turned around and hugged Lin Xin, put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt, “Just sleep for a while. I’ll call you when we break camp.”
Lin Xin hooked his neck, then licking his slightly dry thin lips, said, “I want Brother Qingque to sleep with me.”
Shen Lou froze for a moment, helplessly laughed, lowered his head and pressed the person on the pillow, kissed him hard, and coaxed him in a low voice: “I’ll go and come back as soon as I can.”
He actually agreed to come and accompany him.
Lin Xin’s eyes were bright and full of smiles, and he let him go generously.
Shen Lou walked around the screen, grabbed Zhong Wumo’s collar, pulled him out of the tent, and walked all the way to the Huyan River. The rushing water accompanied by the crackling rain curtain isolated the sounds from the camp.
“Shen Qingque, what are you doing! Ah!” Zhong Youyu couldn’t help but speak. Before he could finish speaking, Shen Lou punched him in the face.
“I said that if A Xin’s blood fell into the hands of barbarians, the consequences would be disastrous. Why didn’t you listen?” Veins protruded on Shen Lou’s fists.
In his previous life, Lin Xin’s blood was stolen, and the Devouring Souls appeared, and it would be the same in this life. In these days of fighting with Wen Shilan, he still hadn’t seen the Devouring Soul, which showed that the barbarians had run out of Devouring Souls. Now, Lin Xin’s blood was offered to them by Zhong Youyu with both hands, and he didn’t even know how much this fool took away.
“I thought, if it doesn’t work, we will be ruined,” Zhong Youyu regretfully hugged his rain-wet head, “What is the use of Lin Xin’s blood?”
“It’s not for detoxification after all.” Shen Lou added while punching him, then he turned around and left.
The relationship between Devouring Souls and Lin Xin must not be known to anyone, including Lin Xin himself. The world would not understand his crime of possessing a jade, but would only blame him for not defending his way with death[1].
When the sky fell, Shen Qingque would carry it on his shoulders!
The author has something to say:
Small Theater:
“Huyan River Concert”
Loulou: Three left punches, three right circles, one kick on the neck, one kick on the butt, coax the wife to sleep, let’s fight Youyu!
Zhong Youyu/Wumo: String your soul, my soul, on a string, string a clover, string a concentric circle
Xinxin: When I am different from the world, then let me be different, I have long been accustomed to bloodletting_(:з」∠)
_Song source
“Health Song” Fan Xiaoxuan[2]
“Love” The Little Tigers[3]
“Stubborn” Mayday[4]
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[1] Basically thinking that he should have committed suicide to protect the world.
[2] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21u1_SRIkyI
[3] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S9ATDyg9F-g
[4] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2s-H_crYkc