Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 129: Everyone dies since ancient times
Many southerners are devout Buddhists and also worship ghosts and gods. When they are sick, they always ask witches to treat them. They hold flags and jump around, and use chicken feet to call on ghosts and gods.

What the secular world lacks the least is all kinds of strange people and things.

Some were subjected to evil magic and forced to wear dog skins, while others were born with strange appearances and were abandoned in the wild by their parents, becoming savages living in the mountains.

The girl in front of him had delicate features, but her appearance was very different from that of a human. She had a pair of chicken feet, and her hands danced like colorful wings that could create clouds and mist. It was obvious that she was an alien from humans.

Lin Beixuan stopped in front of the other person. Although he was surprised by his appearance, he did not show any extra expression on his face out of politeness. Instead, he smiled and clasped his hands as if he was meeting an ordinary person.

"Excuse me young lady, I have no ill intentions, I just want to ask you something."

“Who are you? You ask me and I have to answer.” The girl with chicken feet frowned and acted very rudely. She raised her foot and was about to kick Lin Beixuan: “Get out of here!”

She had just picked the medicine she liked today and was in a good mood, but her mood was ruined by Lin Beixuan's sudden appearance, so she was quite angry now.

However, thinking of the orders the commander had given to everyone, she slowly retracted her foot that had just been raised.

"I would like to ask if the girl knows where to find the Starry Sky Meteorite?"

Lin Beixuan saw the other person lift his feet and put them down again, guessing that he might be worried about something, so he directly told him his problem.

"Starry Sky Meteorite? That thing is so heavy. Why are you looking for it?" the chicken-foot girl said subconsciously.

"Do you know where it is?" Lin Beixuan's eyes lit up.

"Well…"

The chicken-footed girl covered her mouth, knowing that she had revealed the information subconsciously, and quickly shook her head to try to save it: "No, I don't know."

As she shook her head, the bell hanging behind her began to vibrate and make an unpleasant clanging sound.

In a daze, Ta Yan, who was originally approaching following Lin Beixuan's scent, became restless again after hearing this, and kept banging his head against the big tree beside him.

Lin Beixuan glanced at the bell on the peach branch and said nothing. He continued patiently, "You just said that if you know the whereabouts of the Starry Sky Meteorite, please let me know. I will not receive your information in vain."

The chicken-footed girl's long eyelashes trembled, and she looked around at Lin Beixuan: "Okay, I do know about the Starry Sky Meteorite Iron. What do you want it for?"

"Forging weapons!" Lin Beixuan did not hide it.

"Use it to forge weapons?" The chicken-foot girl's mouth twitched, her pretty nose wrinkled, and she looked like, "Who are you trying to fool?"

"A fist-sized piece of Starry Sky Meteorite weighs 3,500 kilograms. It comes from outer space and cannot be melted by fire or cut by a knife or axe. You said you want to use this to forge a weapon?"

After hearing her words, Lin Beixuan became even more certain that the other party had seen the Starry Sky Meteorite Iron, and that her face was full of disdain when she talked about the Starry Sky Meteorite Iron, which meant that in her opinion this thing was not practical.

This gave Lin Beixuan a glimmer of hope.

What is trash in the other person's eyes is treasure in his eyes. The difficulty of obtaining it is -1.

"If you have Starry Sky Meteorite Iron in your home, I can buy it with money. If you have any information about its whereabouts, I can also pay you a certain amount of reward." Lin Beixuan said sincerely.

Unexpectedly, he got the news of Starry Sky Meteorite on the second day after entering the mountain. This saved him a lot of searching time.

Seeing that Lin Beixuan looked sincere and was not frightened like the people at the foot of the mountain, the girl with chicken feet put her finger on her chin and thought for a while, then answered honestly.

"I don't have that thing at home. I've only seen it at Uncle Man's place. He used a piece of Star Dome Meteorite as a meteor hammer. If you really want to know where it is, I can ask for you."

"Thank you, young lady." Lin Beixuan expressed his gratitude immediately.

"Don't be so quick to thank me. I don't know if it will work yet. But if it does, I need you to do me a favor."

"Of course. As long as it's not murder or arson, I can agree to it within a reasonable range." Lin Beixuan nodded.

"Okay, wait here, I'll go back and ask for you."

The girl with chicken feet raised her beautiful eyebrows, and with a few jumps she left in front of Lin Beixuan, her chicken feet with sharp claws firmly standing on the tree.

Just as she was about to leave, she seemed to have thought of something, and turned around and said to Lin Beixuan: "We mountain people don't like those girls to be called girls. My name is Tao Tao."

"Tao Tao..."

Looking at the other person's gradually receding back, Lin Beixuan let out a long sigh and sat on the bluestone beside him.

The whereabouts of the Starry Sky Meteorite has been temporarily determined, now he just has to wait.

Things seemed to be going unexpectedly smoothly.

Everyone in Anle County said that there were many bandits in Wumeng Mountain who were good at hiding and killed people like crazy.

But it seems that he has never encountered any bandits except evil spirits.

……

At the same time, in Qingyun Village.

Two men who were tied up were pushed onto the stage. No matter how they explained or shouted, the people below the stage stared at them with numb faces, murderous intent in their eyes.

"Wait, Commander-in-Chief, I think it won't be too late for you to kill us after listening to our explanation."

Li Xizhao had a bitter face. The sword he was carrying on his back had fallen somewhere and his shoulders and thighs were seriously injured.

Cui Dongcan, who was also tied up and sitting on the stage next to him, was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Since ancient times, everyone is mortal. If you kill one of me, there will be thousands of me. I will still be a hero when I return!"

"You don't listen to my good words, and you are already seeking death."

Cui Dongcan stretched his neck, his hair was disheveled and his cheeks were flushed with anger.

"Oh, what a good thing! Everyone is mortal since ancient times. But you are different from us because you have read a few books." Wu Huo was short and strong, and at this moment he was squatting in front of Cui Dongcan like an iron tower.

"I wonder if you can still scream after I chop off your head."

"Come, come, there's a scar as big as a bowl on your head. I'll scatter your ashes when grandpa comes back next time."

Cui Dongcan was not afraid at all and glared back at Wu Huo.

This action stunned Wu Huo for a moment. He had met many scholars, but he had never seen anyone as tough and fearless as Cui Dongcan.

Those we have seen in the past are all sour scholars who like to linger in brothels and poetry gatherings, and talk about all kinds of nonsense all the time. They say that they have learned everything to serve the country and give back to the people, but in fact they are hypocrites who devour the land and drive ghosts to harm people.

Today, this scholar named Cui Dongcan completely opened his eyes. He was completely different from the knight next to him who looked humble but was actually practicing martial arts and cultivating his body.

Who is the scholar between these two?

However, compared to Li Xizhao, Cui Dongcan is obviously more in line with Wu Huo's temperament.

Wu Huo couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that you don't become a bandit with your personality."

"Pooh."

"Don't insult me, you thief. How could I be in league with you?"

Even though Wu Huo admired Cui Dongcan a little, he couldn't help getting angry when Cui Dongcan kept calling him "Laozi".

"Then you go die."

Wu Huo stood up and stepped back, allowing a hunchbacked old woman with squinting eyes and covered in a black robe to come forward.

"Sorry to bother you, Grandma Yan!" Wu Huo said respectfully.

The old woman said nothing, but nodded slightly, walked to an incense table on the stage, stretched out her withered hand under her black robe, and poured a bottle of black blood into a porcelain bowl.

When Li Xizhao saw the old woman walk onto the stage, his heart finally settled down, and his eyes were filled with resentment as he looked towards Cui Dongcang.

If this guy hadn't been so arrogant during the negotiations, maybe there would have been a chance to succeed in surrendering. Now that the bandits in Wumeng Mountain have been angered, both of them will die here.

As if he noticed Li Xizhao's gaze, Cui Dongcang turned his head, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, and whispered: "Do you think this group of people will really accept the amnesty?" Cui Dongcang's words revealed what Li Xizhao was thinking.

"You'd better kill yourself quickly before that old woman finishes her spell. Maybe your soul can return to your body."

A trace of blood flashed in Cui Dongcang's eyes. He turned around and cursed the bandits in Wumeng Mountain. He quickly bit off his tongue and spit it out, using his tongue as a sword to cut his throat.

In an instant, blood gushed out and Cui Dongcang's face turned pale. Feeling the vitality in his body was rapidly fading, Cui Dongcang raised his middle finger with his bound hands.

"Wait for Grandpa to come back"

"Hey, what did you mean by that just now?"

Li Xizhao looked confused as he watched Cui Dongcang fall in front of him. All kinds of thoughts surged in his mind, and then his eyes were fixed on the old woman who was preparing for some special ceremony.

The other party wants to capture their souls!
The secular child possesses the terrifying ability to resurrect, but also has a fatal flaw, which is that he must maintain the integrity and freedom of his own soul.

Once their souls are detained, they will be in a state of neither death nor life, unable to return to their resurrected bodies. At that time, they will be unable to live or die.

The soul will not be able to return to the world for a long time, and the worldly body will continue to fall asleep, but their own souls in the secular world will not be under their own control. They will become lost people, neither accepted by the secular world nor able to return to the real world.

When Li Xizhao thought of this possibility, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. At this time, he looked at the old woman again and happened to meet her turbid gaze.

"While there is still a chance!"

A look of determination emerged on Li Xizhao's face, and he began to mobilize his own Qi to impact his heart and lungs.

Suicide is extremely simple for those who have learned the tricks. They don't even need to hide poison in their mouths. They can die in a variety of ways.

When the internal energy instantly expands in a meridian, even people who have learned martial arts and physical training cannot withstand such destructive power, let alone the heart.

So the moment Li Xizhao's Qi Palace attacked his heart, he exploded from the inside out and died.

"Grandma Yan, they are both dead...dead!"

Wu Huo stood by with his eyes wide open, not understanding why the two people in front of him had the courage to commit suicide.

"It's okay if they die. They will die anyway." The skinny old woman narrowed her eyes and said nonchalantly, "What I want is their souls. As long as their souls are alive, it's fine."

She took out a few small flags and stuck them on the chest of Li Xizhao and Cui Dongcang, reciting a mantra silently, but the imagined scene of the flags being blown by the cold wind did not happen.

"??"

Grandma Yan frowned, took the black bowl from the incense table and poured it on the two corpses.

The black blood seemed to have its own spirit, like a sticky spider, it drilled into the mouth and nose of the corpse. After a while, the black blood crawled out again, and its color had turned scarlet.

The old woman put the blood into a bowl, put it to her nose and smelled it, her eyes suddenly filled with surprise.

"The spirits of these two people are gone!"

She tried it several times and found that the souls of Li Xizhao and Cui Dongcan were still not integrated into her blood.

"How could this happen? It only took a short while for them to commit suicide, so why did their spirits disappear so quickly?"

The old woman stared at the two corpses at her feet in disbelief for a long time, and then ordered Wu Huo: "Report this matter to the commander-in-chief, saying that these two government spies must have some secret magic, and their spirits have left their bodies and escaped. Ask him to immediately order a search for these two people."

"They should still be in Wumeng Mountain. We can't let them report the current situation of Qingyun Village to the government!"

"Yes." Wu Huo's face was serious, and his iron tower-like body exuded a terrifying aura.

……

"call…"

"call…"

Two green candles flickered one after another, and behind the candles was an ancient and strange shrine.

In one of the shrines, there is a figure with a sword case on his back and sitting cross-legged in a meditation posture with five hearts facing the sky. His face is somewhat similar to Li Xizhao.

The other shrine shows a scholar, holding an open scroll in both hands, with eyes closed and lips pursed, as if he is reciting the words in the scroll.

The places where Cui Dongcan and Li Xizhao were resurrected were only ten meters apart. They opened their eyes and focused their gazes on each other.

"How many times have you died?" Li Xizhao asked.

"This is the fifty-eighth time. If there is no other choice, who would be willing to die!" Cui Dongcang rubbed his eyebrows, feeling the swelling pain coming from his brain.

As the number of deaths increases, the side effects of feedback become more serious.

He once saw a secular boy who had died hundreds of times. Every time he was resurrected, it was like his life was about to be taken away, and he had to endure great pain.

"Including this time, I have died a total of seventy times." Li Xizhao's face was gloomy. The discomfort from his body was like waves that peeled off his spirit layer by layer. It took a long time before it slowly subsided.

"Every time I die, the side effects get stronger. I can't die so easily anymore!"

Li Xizhao stood up with the help of a tree. The sword case on his back was still there, but the sword inside was lost.

This sword was his main weapon for fighting, and it was of high grade. He was extremely sad when he lost it.

Cui Dongcang stretched lazily: "I really miss the days when I played with my life. I didn't have to worry about the side effects of resurrection after the first twenty deaths."

"I played with my life too much in the past, so I regret it now!" Li Xizhao sighed: "What did you lose?"

"A protective jade pendant." Cui Dongcang was helpless. The grade of this thing was also quite high and it helped him to overcome many dangers. He didn't expect it to be gone just like that.

"What a big loss!" The same thought popped up in both of their minds at the same time.

The operation was not completed. Not only did they each die once, but they also lost the valuables they had on them. In the end, they were hunted down by Qingyun Village. They were so unlucky.

"I thought I had taken an easy job, but I didn't expect to be cheated. Let's run away before those people from Wumeng Mountain find us," Cui Dongcang suggested.

There was no other way at this point, Li Xizhao could only nod helplessly.

It is impossible to get back the place. The strength of the bandits in Wumeng Mountain is far beyond their imagination. They will die if they go there many times. The best option is to run away.

Looking at the unfamiliar forest in front of him, Cui Dongcang counted with his fingers and pointed to the narrow path ahead.

"Let's go in this direction."

"it is good."

Li Xizhao decided to trust Cui Dongcan once again and walked to the front to lead the way.

But as he walked, he found something was wrong.

The path twists and turns like an ancient ribbon wrapped between the mountains, with steep slopes and thorns on both sides.

"Are we going down the mountain? Why do we feel like we're going back further?"

"Hmm... probably. You know I haven't learned divination for very long."

"You fucking..."

Li Xizhao swore rarely and pointed at Cui Dongcan's nose.

But at this moment, they vaguely heard the sound of mules and horses blowing their noses not far away. They both looked towards the other side of the mountain at the same time, and saw the sunlight shining through the treetops, sprinkling on a huge bluestone.

A black horse was leisurely stepping in place, and next to the black horse, a young man in black clothes was leaning against the bluestone, biting a grass root in his mouth, crossing his legs, looking relaxed.

The young man seemed to notice someone was peeping at him. He slowly turned his head and met the eyes of Cui Dongcan and Li Xizhao.

(End of this chapter)