Chapter 486 made preparations, but not enough.
Chapter 486 made preparations, but not enough.
As the voice faded, the pink mist floating around began to recede, revealing the surrounding scenery. Ling Yi looked up and saw a woman carrying a zither walking towards them.
"Master." The woman stopped in front of Ling Yi and greeted him respectfully.
Seeing her direct attitude, Ling Yi said calmly, "Didn't the Book of Fate tell you that you didn't need to come?"
After hearing Ling Yi's words, the woman, who had been wearing a cold expression, laughed: "I was trying to pretend to be a replica spirit, but I didn't expect my master to see through it so easily."
Ling Yi: "..."
How could anyone not notice such an obvious difference?
Seeing that Ling Yi remained silent, the woman continued, "Master, I came not only to see you, but also for Ade's sake."
Ling Yi looked at the pink mist, and the woman said, "The spirits on the Destiny Map can sense their master. Once they sense their master, they will awaken from their slumber and release their summoning power. This is the benefit."
Ling Yi looked at the woman and said, "The above are the advantages. The disadvantage is that after they wake up, the suppression will weaken, and the suppressed things will become active?"
“That’s right.” The woman nodded. “Under normal circumstances, even if the suppression is weakened, it can still be suppressed for a period of time. It won’t be able to affect the outside world as quickly as Adele. The reason Adele can do this is because of her special background.”
“Adele is the child of the true god and the divine offspring. Her divine soul is stronger than that of many beings, but…” The woman looked at the pink mist, her tone tinged with pity: “Her body is dead, and her divine soul is broken. Even if she gained greater power due to resentment, it is still less than one-tenth of what it once was. Otherwise, she could have taken the lives of everyone in the city when she became active.”
After the woman finished speaking, she looked at Ling Yi: "Although Ade is not as powerful as before, the suppression of the Zhuoqin after awakening has weakened, making it somewhat difficult to suppress. In addition, I wanted to see my master, so I came here."
After listening, Ling Yi asked the woman, "The replica's spirit is called Zhuo Qin, what about you?"
“Sigh…” Hearing Ling Yi’s question, the woman sighed and pretended to be sad, saying, “Although I knew before I came that Master didn’t remember me and I was prepared that Master wouldn’t remember me, I’m still so sad to see that Master really doesn’t remember me. I didn’t prepare enough.”
Ling Yi: "..."
From all living beings to the Book of Fate, and then to the person before her, Ling Yi discovered that they were all very good at keeping her silent. Was this one of their characteristics?
Ling Yi looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly and said, "Can you tell me when you're done being sad?"
"Of course." The woman put away her feigned sadness and smiled, saying, "Master, my name is Zhuohua."
"Zhuohua," Ling Yi called out.
Hearing Ling Yi call her name, Zhuo Hua's smile widened: "I am very happy to hear my master call me again."
Zhuohua's smile was radiant, completely different from her feigned sadness; it was the kind of smile that made it clear to everyone that she was very happy.
Ling Yi looked at the smile on Zhuo Hua's face, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. A faint smile also appeared on his cold face. Although the smile was faint, it was caught by Zhuo Hua, who had been watching Ling Yi.
"Master smiled." Zhuohua looked at Lingyi, her eyes overflowing with tenderness and longing.
She hadn't seen her master smile in a long time.
Her owner was so lively, but later...
Zhuohua lowered her eyes, concealing the sadness that appeared there.
She didn't want to relive the painful memories of the past when she could see her master.
Suppressing her sadness, Zhuohua looked up at Ling Yishi again, her eyes filled with joy: "Master's smile brightens even the darkest night."
Zhuohua adjusted quickly, but since the two were face to face, no matter how fast she tried to hide it, she would still be caught.
Ling Yi knew that Zhuo Hua was sad just now. Although she didn't remember, she knew it was because of her. But since Zhuo Hua didn't say anything, she didn't need to ask. Asking would only make Zhuo Hua more upset.
Ling Yi neither asked nor refuted what Zhuo Hua had just said, but simply asked in a calm voice, "You just said that she wants revenge?"
“Yes.” Zhuohua nodded, then raised her hand. After she raised her hand, a ball of pink mist that had been floating around flew over and landed in her palm. Zhuohua held the ball of pink mist and handed it to Ling Yi: “Master, try it out.”
Upon hearing this, Ling Yi reached out and touched the pink mist.
Upon seeing this, Zhuohua asked, "Master, did you see anything?"
Ling Yi shook her head: "There's nothing there."
Zhuohua looked at Fenwu with some helplessness and said, "I can't help you, only the master can. If you want the master to help you take revenge, you need to tell the master what happened. You can't tell him and not let him see, how will the master know who harmed you?"
After hearing what Zhuohua said, Lingyi looked at Zhuohua, thinking that she hadn't agreed to help with the revenge. But before she could even utter a word, Zhuohua covered her mouth with one hand.
Ling Yi's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the zither that Zhuo Hua had tossed aside. The zither remained suspended in mid-air, not falling to the ground despite Zhuo Hua's loosening of her grip.
Ling Yi: "..."
Okay, now I know what she's trying to say, and I haven't dropped the zither either.
Zhuohua looked at Ling Yi and said silently, "Master, please help me."
Ling glanced at the pink mist, then looked back at Zhuohua, and said nothing.
Zhuohua continued, "The things her mother left her are still acceptable."
Hearing this, Ling Yi became somewhat interested. Tian Yan said that Ade had died in the Snow Region, and the Snow Region was the next place to go. If the people who harmed Ade were in the Snow Region, they could find them there and get the item. It wouldn't take too long to get it, which seemed feasible.
Ling nodded.
Seeing Ling nod, Zhuohua withdrew her hand and casually scooped the zither back into her arms, then looked at the pink mist held in her other hand: "If you are unwilling, you will miss this opportunity."
The powdery mist floated up and down, as if to say that it was willing.
Seeing this, Zhuohua said to Lingyi, "Master, try again."
Ling Yi reached out again, and unlike last time when nothing appeared, this time, the moment he touched the pink mist, an image appeared in his mind. There were three people in the image: two women and one man. One of the women was Adele. However, the other man and woman were standing, while Adele was lying on the ground, her body covered in wounds, and the blood from the wounds soaked through her clothes...
"call"
The scene vanished like the wind, and Ling Yi glanced down as the pink mist gradually dissipated.
When Zhuohua saw Lingyi looking at the pink mist, she knew that Lingyi had seen something. Just as she was about to ask her, the pink mist that was floating in the space began to condense.
Zhuohua looked at the pink mist, her fingers landing on the strings of the zither, about to soothe it, but Ling Yi stopped her: "Let's take a look first."
“Okay.” Zhuohua responded, removing her hand from the zither.
The two watched quietly as the pink mist in the space was absorbed and condensed into a ball, which then began to drift toward Ling Yi.
Seeing this, Zhuohua knew that Ade wanted to show Lingyi all his memories, and looked at Lingyi and asked, "Master, can you handle it?"
As she asked the question, Zhuohua's hand fell on the zither again. If Lingyi said she couldn't bear it, she would immediately disperse the powder mist.
"Okay." Ling Yi looked at Zhuo Hua: "Step aside."
"Okay." Zhuohua responded, then picked up her zither and withdrew from the area shrouded in pink mist.
Not long after Zhuohua stepped back, the pink mist fell, completely enveloping Lingyi.
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