Wu Chang Jie

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Fan Wu She's thick and long eyelashes were like the quivering wing feathers of a bird, slowly spreading out.

Xie Bi An looked at him nervously, "Wu She, how are you feeling?"

Fan Wu She looked at Xie Bi An blankly, "... Senior Brother?"

"Senior brother is here."

Fan Wu She quickly spotted Lan Chui Han on the side again. His eyebrows wrinkled and he averted his gaze.

Xie Bi An said in a soft voice, "Wu She, are you unwell anywhere?"

Fan Wu She suddenly remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious and his eyes changed, "How are you? Where is that evil spirit?"

"I'm fine, Master arrived in time to save us." Xie Bi An said guiltily, "It's all because senior brother was too useless and unable ... What are you doing!" He hurriedly pressed down on Fan Wu She who made a move to get up.

The sharp pain in his shoulder made Fan Wu She lay back down with a grimace. He gasped, "What about the evil spirit?"

"The evil spirit has been beaten to death by Alliance Master Li." Lan Chui Han said.

"What?!" Fan Wu She showed his teeth, "Why? Shouldn't the soul be harvested and sent back to the Underworld?"

"Originally, it should have been like this, but Alliance Master Li exerted the Thunder Ancestor Treasure Grant, and Master was simply too late to stop it." Xie Bi An glanced at Lan Chui Han, and understood that he too had doubts on this matter.　

"Thunder, Ancestor, Treasure, Grant." Fan Wu She's heart shook. That Thunder Ancestor Treasure Grant is Wuliang Sect's magical treasure that is passed down from generations to generations with a status comparable to that of the Wuliang's Sword Manual, and could only be inherited by the Sect Master. Even in his previous life, he would not have dared to directly receive the heavenly thunder because it could strike both the human spirit and the flesh. Taking the Thunder Ancestor's Treasure Grant to beat a wild ghost sounded absurd.

Originally, Fan Wu She suspected that he had mistaken, but now he was almost certain that the evil spirit was Zong Ming He, and only then could he explain Li Bu Yu's abnormality. It was clearly meant to silence him. Perhaps it was Li Bu Yu who had sealed Zong Ming He in that cave; after all, the Li family hated the Zong's guts.

But why did Zong Ming He know Chunyang Sect's Yuanyang Technique? There was no way he could have practiced the Yuanyang technique.

Thinking of Zong Ming He, Fan Wu She's heart was filled with mixed feelings. Despite their eventual breakup, Zong Ming He had been a loving and doting father for more than ten years before he knew he was not his own son. If not for...

"Wu She?" Xie Bi An looked at Fan Wu She whose expression had changed and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Fan Wu She slowly turned his head and looked at Xie Bi An, at this face that looked exactly like Zong Zi Heng's, and his eyes gradually crawled with blood.

If it wasn't for you.

Xie Bi An was startled by the sinister and ruthless look in his eyes.

Lan Chui Han frowned and almost subconsciously put a hand in front of Xie Bi An, as if it was not a wounded teenager in front of him, but a fierce beast ready to rage.

Fan Wu She lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Get out."

"......"

"I'm tired."

Lan Chui Han's face sank, clearly triggered with anger.

"Okay, you rest well." Xie Bi An hurriedly tugged at Lan Chui Han's sleeve and shook his head. He didn't know if Fan Wu She was blaming himself, or if he was just in a bad mood because he was injured, after all, his junior brother was usually in a violent temper.