Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Smoke and dust filled the air, and corpses lay everywhere.
Lin Xin looked around in confusion, and it took him a while to remember that this was Luqi Terrace. Not long after Shen Lou left, the army came to attack him. The Yuan A betrayed him, and Lin Xin, who had no spiritual power, was like a fish on the chopping board, completely dead.
He was a soul now, right?
Lin Xin lowered his head and looked at his transparent hands. Because he usually had too much soul-absorbing power, his soul was more than ten times more powerful than ordinary immortals. So much so that after death, he could still barely show his body.
Going around Luqi Terrace, the beams were collapsed, houses collapsed, and scorched earth was everywhere. Lin Xin floated over his body with missing arms and legs, feeling something was wrong.
A voice came from a distance, and Lin Xin subconsciously hid behind a broken pillar.
A group of strong men wearing white clothes from the Zhong family searched for a long time before finally finding Lin Xin’s body and gathering around him. These people all had their faces covered, with thick eyebrows and blue eyes. They were actually barbarians! The leader squatted down and slit Lin Xin’s wrist, barely squeezing out a few drops of dark residual blood, but most of it had already flowed away from the wound.
The barbarian yelled angrily, and Lin Xin guessed that it might be “too late” or “out of blood” or something like that. A man in black robes fell from the sky, and the wind blew off the hood on his head, revealing an ordinary face.
The people in white saluted him respectfully and called him “Witch”.
The Great Witch of Beimo? Lin Xin subconsciously hid himself more firmly.
The great witch opened his hand, and a thin red thread penetrated Lin Xin’s body. The end of the thread was connected to a blood bag. After groping for a long time, he sucked out half a bowl of blood. The great witch then became angry, slapped the man in white on the face, and muttered a few curses.
Lin Xin curled his lips and tutted, looks like there was an internal quarrel. Just as he was watching the excitement, the great witch suddenly raised his eyes and looked over. Even though he was just a soul, Lin Xin couldn’t help but feel a chill running down his spine, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Compared with that ordinary face, these eyes were too gorgeous. When he used witchcraft, a silver light flashed in his eyes, which was extremely strange.
The great witch flashed and moved in front of Lin Xin in an instant. Using the blood he had just collected, he drew an extremely weird picture on his palm. Then, he clenched his palms into claws. A strong suction force enveloped Lin Xin’s soul, and the whole soul was caught in the hands of the great witch uncontrollably.
This person was not as gentle as Zhu Xingli in grasping the soul. It was like a branding iron was stamped on his body. Lin Xin couldn’t help but open his mouth and scream. However, the soul could not make a sound.
“You little bast**d, you are as cunning as your mother. Even if you die, you will not leave me a drop of blood!” The great witch dragged Lin Xin, who was in pain, back to the body, and forcibly grabbed the soul that was still on the body and threw the two into a small brass incense burner with three legs and two ears as big as a palm.
The incense burner was not a real incense burner, it was filled with runes. Lin Xin knew something was wrong and mobilized his soul power to try to rush out.
“Little boy, be obedient.” The great witch embedded a piece of Luli on the cover of the incense burner. “Since the blood cannot be used, just make it into a tonic to replenish my soul power.”
As the Luli was embedded in the incense burner, a blue soul fire was ignited. Lin Xin really felt the burning pain and couldn’t help but roll around in the stove, quickly wrapping his soul with soul power. If the soul was burned out, he would never be reincarnated.
The soul fire consumed his soul power layer by layer. The soul became weaker and weaker and could no longer push the furnace lid.
In this world, he was the only one who could use soul power to replace spiritual power. Anyone else who studied the soul was doing sorcery to refine the soul. This great witch was one of the best among them.
The soul fire was too strong, and Lin Xin’s soul power was exhausted in an instant. He watched his soul melt like a candle. He could only fight the severe pain to catch it with his hands, swallow the melted soul into the soul, and use the soul power to protect it.
“Ah -” Lin Xin huddled up in a ball and shouted at the top of his lungs. Perhaps it was the power of returning to the light that made this voice spread out.
“Who is it?” The voice was hoarse, but Lin Xin could tell that it was Shen Qingque.
There were sounds of fighting outside, the incense burner was thrown to the ground and the lid was opened. After the Luli fell out, the soul fire in the furnace suddenly stopped. Lin Xin’s dilapidated soul had no strength to get out of the furnace and could only lie on the edge and look into the distance.
Shen Lou, who had recovered his spiritual power, was a bit more powerful than before.
There was a loud “boom” and a circle of people in white were overturned. The great witch in black robe ran to nowhere. It seemed that the guy disappeared the moment the incense burner fell to the ground. He must be afraid of Shen Lou, right?
Lin Xin thought in a daze.
Why was Shen Lou back again? Was he here to see if he was completely dead? That’s right, in this world, the person who hated him the most, apart from the Zhong brothers who had the hatred of him killing their father, was probably Shen Lou.
“The Zhong family asked you to clean up the battlefield, not to destroy Lin Xin!” Yu Yuan’s sword was full of aura, and its overwhelming anger seemed to tear these people into pieces.
Those men in white clothes were no match for Shen Lou, and they were afraid that Shen Lou would find out that they were barbarians, so they lowered their heads and resisted for a few times before turning around and running away.
Shen Lou did not give chase. He came over with the Yu Yuan Sword and stood beside Lin Xin’s body for a long time. He slowly squatted down and touched Lin Xin’s neck: “Lin Huai…” He just called his name. Then he choked, and Shen Lou stood up stupidly, picked up the arm that had fallen far away, and put it back together on his body. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t do it. The blood from the broken wound had dried up, and the slender white hand was as yellow as rotten wood.
Shen Lou struggled for a long time, his eyes gradually turning red, he picked up the body on the ground and held it tightly in his arms. After gritting his teeth for a long time, he let out an extremely depressed scream like a wounded beast.
Lin Xin looked at this scene in confusion, his mind getting weaker and weaker, and the pictures he saw were intermittent. The tattered soul could no longer hold on, and if it didn’t find some kind of support, it would probably fly to pieces.
Yingying light spots escaped from the incense burner, immediately attracting Shen Lou’s attention.
“Soul refining furnace?” Shen Lou grabbed the incense burner, looked at the souls gradually dissipating inside, and then looked at Lin Xin’s handsome face that quickly collapsed in his arms, and immediately closed the lid.
In the groggy state, a force poured in, making Lin Xin feel much more comfortable. He vaguely heard the voice of his uncle Zhu Yangai: “It’s too late to create a Horcrux now. This soul has been tortured so much that it will dissipate in an hour or three. The Lin family has an ancient Horcrux that may be useful.”
At that moment, Lin Xin saw Lin Qu’s face.
“This is the Lin family’s ancestral soul lamp. It can keep the soul alive, but he is so weak.” Lin Qu frowned and sighed slowly, “As long as the lamp is on, the soul will still stay there. If it goes out… It will be gone.”
Shen Lou held the golden lamp and carefully put Lin Xin’s remnant soul in it. He raised his head and said to Lin Qu calmly: “Someone will bring you what you want tomorrow.”
There was a price to pay for the Lin family’s treasures. Lin Qu didn’t comment, looked at the flickering soul lamp and asked, “Who is this person?”
“It has nothing to do with you.” Shen Lou didn’t answer, turned around and left with the soul lamp in his arms.
After leaving Taxuelu, Shen Lou first found Zhong Youyu, beat him severely, and told him that the Zhong family who had been put into Luqi Terrace knew how to practice soul refining, and Lin Xin was already gone. After Zhong Youyu was shocked, he suddenly sneered and said that this was retribution, and the Zhong family and Lin Xin were now clear of their grudges.
After returning to Huan Xinghai and his bedroom, Shen Lou’s shoulders suddenly slumped and he sat in silence for a long time.
“Lin Xin,” Shen Lou looked at the soul lamp on the table, “Why did you suck the Devouring Soul away? Am I…that important to you?”
“Papa”, big teardrops fell on the table, soaking the brocade tablecloth.
Lin Xin was stunned. He had never seen Shen Lou cry before. No matter how difficult the situation was, even when his father died, he never cried. The reason why he cried so sadly today was because of him, Lin Xin!
The soul lantern was small, but there was nothing that was irritating to the soul. The small soul lamp was hung on Shen Lou’s body during the day and placed on Shen Lou’s bedside at night.
Shen Lou would talk to him every day, sometimes talking about the situation on the battlefield, sometimes about his family’s shortcomings, and even interesting stories from his childhood. But more importantly, there were thoughts that could not be expressed in front of others.
“Xinxin, you said you wanted me to call you that, but I couldn’t say it until you died. In fact, when I was young, I also secretly called you.”
“There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees. You know the next sentence, what is it?”
“Ge grows in Mengchu, and it grows wild. Who will be alone with it?”
“This little deer is for you.”
Shen Lou carved a Xinghu deer every time he couldn’t bear it. Over the next seven years, a cabinet full of sculptures had been carved.
The Devouring Soul spread, and there was no restraint. Dayong was retreating steadily. The throne had not yet been sealed, and Feng Zhong died before they could retreat to the southern region. All the important responsibilities of the world fell on Shen Lou’s shoulders. When there was nothing left to fight for, Zhu Yangai took them to see the ancient formation in the stone wall.
“Looking back in time, people whose souls are gone cannot be reborn, but what about those who only have their souls left?” Shen Lou asked Zhu Yangai.
“Do you believe it?” Zhu Yangai looked at the soul lamp hanging on Shen Lou’s waist and shook his head slightly, “His soul is not alive. Even if he is reborn, he will not survive for more than a few days.”
Shen Lou did not agree for a long time to activate the grand formation and rearranged his troops to resist the barbarians instead. When he had time, he rummaged through the thousands of ancient books in the Zhu family.
Finally one day.
“Found it!” Shen Lou held the book and laughed heartily.
Lin Xin looked through the soul lamp and saw “Soul Cutting Technique” written in ancient characters on the tattered page.
[The remaining soul cannot live, so cut off the living soul to sacrifice it; the remaining soul will not live long, so you can sacrifice the living soul to replenish it.]
What was Shen Qingque going to do? Lin Xin hurriedly bumped against the lamp wall, but it was of no use, it just turned on and off a little faster.
First practice the soul separation from the body, then practice the art of cutting the soul, and finally practice the soul sacrifice to replenish the soul. All the ancient books collected by the four regions and the royal family are found here, one by one. Shen Lou spent more than a month and finally mastered all the techniques.
The author has something to say:
“Ge grows in Mengchu, and vines grow in the wild. If beauty dies here, who will die with it? To be alone?” Taken from “The Book of Songs: Ge Sheng”, a poem dedicated to Shen Lou, a widower.
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