Ming Shu didnât feel nothing, though. When the formation was running, her body was a little uncontrolled. It seemed that some certain power was trying to expel her from this body.
A fierce pulling of the soul from the flesh⌠and that feeling was not a little uncomfortable.
The light of the array was growing brighter and brighter.
Ming Shuâs figure was almost obscured by the strong light, left with only a vague outline.
Mu Huai rushed out of the forest and just saw that Ming Shuâs figure was swallowed up by the light. He couldnât tell what it was like for him at the time, feeling neither sad nor angry.
It was a strangely calm atmosphere.
The dome of light was compressing downwards, joining with the ground array. Mu Huai put aside the strange feeling in his heart and moved as the wind to attack the prince.
The prince was now the evil spirit king, who didnât stop Mu Huai from approaching the formation. His golden pupils revealed a strange luster and he said darkly, âItâs too late.â
Looking at the functioning array in front of him, Mu Huai was a little hesitant. He could interrupt the process, but that might also hurt the person inside.
And most importantlyâŚ
Is it worth it?
His mission was to keep the Dragon Root from being destroyedâin other words, not to let these evil spirits run about.
But now the task was definitely failed.
If he wasted his energy to save others, it would be a thankless task.
Save her?
Or leave her?
He promised the master that he would protect her. Although he failed his mission, he had to keep his word.
So, just save her.
Mu Huai found himself a good excuse in his heart, then took a deep breath and began to prepare to interrupt the formation.
But just as he struck a pose and before he could gather any power, the light of the array suddenly dissipated, like clouds blown away by the wind. In an instant, the light vanished without a trace.
And those evil spirits standing in the periphery to maintain the formation earlier also disappeared. They turned to small specks of light and vanished at the same time the light did.
Mu Huai: ââŚâ
What the hell?
Itâs over? I havenât started!
My chance at being the hero was ruined again?
No, why am I saying âagainââŚ
The girl at the center of the formation was sitting cross-legged, and the light surrounding her body was slowly fading.
The prince excitedly rushed to her. âLittle Ci, Little CiâŚâ
The girl looked up. Picturesque eyebrows, beautiful curled lips. The ripples in her eyes spread out in small circles.
âSorry, Your Highness, itâs me.â
An apology bearing no sincerity at all. The princeâs expression changed immediately.
âWhyâŚâ He was a little helpless, like a child who couldnât find the way home, and his fragility was totally exposed in his eyes. âLittle Ci? Why is it you again, whereâs my Little Ci?â
He yelled to the sky, âWhy is Little Ci not coming back?!â
But the next minute, the prince changed to the evil spirit king, and he said mirthlessly, âI told you it was risky.â
âHe lied to you.â Ming Shu stood up from the ground. âThe price of raising the dead, do you think it is so simple that you need only give up your body?â
Why is he so stupid?
âYou are saying thereâs indeed a way to resurrect the dead, right?â The prince didnât care whether he was deceived or not.
He just wanted to resurrect his Little Ci.
âYouâre asking me?â Ming Shu pointed at herself and smiled. âYour Highness, do you think I will tell you and then let you kill me?â
Do I look like such a selfless person?
Impossible!
Donât even think about it!
The prince looked sad. âThis was originally Little Ciâs body. Iâm begging you, please, canât you let Little Ci come back?â
âI can promise you anything you wantâŚ
âI just want to be alive.â
The prince: ââŚâ
Shen Ci couldnât come back as long as she lived.
âYou can use this body, which means that you can also use other bodies. Could you change to another body?â Why do you have to occupy my Little Ciâs body?
Ming Shu smiled again. âYou are so funny, Your Highness. Do you think that the body is like a dress which can be switched out so easily?â
âEnough!â the prince suddenly roared and converted into the evil spirit king. âItâs time to finish my business.â
He had waited long enough, and now he wanted the humans to pay the price.
âNo, Little Ci hasnât come back.â The prince grabbed fiercely at his hand, as if he was suppressing the evil spirit king.
âIâve kept my promise to you, you canât blame me for failing. I also lost so many evil spirits.â
âYou lied to me.â
âI told you itâs impossible to guarantee success.â
The prince and the evil spirit king were competing for the princeâs body, and the look on that face changed unpredictably. At one moment, it was filled with sadness, and at another, it became fiendish and distorted.
Boom!
With a great sound of impact, the expression on the princeâs face froze.
Ming Shu didnât stop and gave another fierce beating to the prince right after the first one. Hints of cruelty emerged in the princeâs eyes, and he immediately prepared to fight back.
Just as the prince was about to reach Ming Shu, his eyes suddenly rolled and he rushed toward the ground.
Ming Shu silently gave a thumbs up to Mu Huai, who was now standing behind the fallen prince. Good job.
⌠Who the hell knows why I helped her, Mu Huai thought.
The two squatted beside the prince, looking at each other in odd silence.
After a long while, Ming Shu took out a piece of candy, put it in her mouth, tasted it, and asked, âWhat now?â
The evil spirits and the Heavenly Temple were still fighting to one side.
But the prince, who was also the evil spirit king, had been knocked out by them.
âMaybe I can try to get the evil spirit king out.â The mission failed, but if I can remove the leader of the evil spirits, that may earn me some additional points.
âHow talented you are, Uncle.â
â⌠Well, I met some odd people while I was at the border and learned some skills from them.â Mu Huai kept a straight face and spoke seriously.
Phew⌠That was close!
Fortunately, I am very smart.
âIs that so.â Ming Shu didnât ask further, though. She moved back. âOkay, Uncle, itâs your stage.â
But stared at by Ming Shu like this, Mu Huai had no chance to finish the job. So after pretending for a while, he ordered Ming Shu to guard him from a distance so as to prevent anyone from disturbing him.
âUncle, Iâm just a weak woman with no strength!â Requesting me to face the evil spirits alone⌠Is that what a man does?
âI didnât see any weak woman just now when you beat him bloody.â Mu Huai glared at Ming Shu.
No one had secrets anymore, so was it necessary to continue pretending so hypocritically?
Shen Ci was truly a weak woman.
But this was not Shen Ci.
Ming Shu touched her chin and smiled. âYou are right, Uncle, but please be quick.â
âJust play your partâand donât get distracted by food,â Mu Huai added in a worried tone.
Ming Shu waved her hand, which made her seem even more unreliable to Mu Huai.
When Ming Shu walked away, Mu Huai immediately bartered with the system for a high-priced tool meant for hunting evil spirits, and he separated the evil spirit king from the prince without much effort.
The evil spirit king looked very powerful, but it was just a bluff. If his strength was so great, why bother sharing a body with the prince?
After the evil spirit king left the princeâs body, the princeâs black hair instantly turned to silvery white, like frost and snow.
Mu Huai glanced at the prince, who was still in a coma, and sighed lightly.
The evil spirit king had lived in his body for too long, which would probably lead the prince toâŚ
âWho are you?â the evil spirit king asked disbelievingly. He didnât expect that he would be removed from the body.
Mu Huai stuffed the evil spirit king into a porcelain bottle and shook it with gritted teeth. âDo you know how much your running around the world cost me?â
âLet me out!â The evil spirit king tried to break through the porcelain bottle, but this seemingly ordinary porcelain bottle was as hard as stone.
âDonât waste your time, this is not something you can escape.â
Do you think my system is feeding on vegetables?
[Lord Nine, I⌠donât eat anything.] The system reminded Mu Huai of this in a weak voice.
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