The Psychic Girl

Le Zhengzheng was wrapped in a big and thick cotton coat by the two men. Although he would not catch a cold in the cold winter night, he found it a little difficult to breathe.

"That Sai Ya told me that in my dream before I woke up."

Hearing the whispers of the two people, Le Zhengfeng, who was leaning on the wheelchair, replied.

"Sai...Sai Ya?!

Are you talking about the legendary last psychic in Lingwu Continent? !

You, are you kidding me? She has been dead for thousands of years!"

Yuwen Li and Gong Yimian both turned to look at him in surprise.

“Yes, although she is dead, as a psychic, she trapped her spirit somewhere and never went to the spirit world.

Perhaps it was because of his obsession as the last psychic. Thousands of psychics disappeared overnight, and no one has figured out what happened to them until now..."

Le Zheng nodded in the wind, his whole body felt warm and his slightly wet hair fluttered gently in the wind.

"But even if that's the case, why would she come to you? She wants us to..."

Before Yuwen Li could finish his question, Gong Yimian stood up with difficulty and shouted.

"I'm so tired! ...Finally I'm fine!"

At this moment, the magic formation that had just been drawn on the ground immediately shone with a strange light under the moonlight.

There was a red moon hanging in the sky tonight, but suddenly, a strong and strange light shone directly on the ground. They both pushed it open, and white spiritual energy molecules were floating and flowing above the spell.

A dazzling light flashed before their eyes, and a girl lying flat in silence instantly appeared in the center of the ritual.

She was so quiet, so quiet that one would mistakenly think she was still sleeping.

Only the large blood-stained mark on the chest of the light blue dress indicated that she was not sleeping soundly, but in deathly silence without even breathing.

Everyone present exclaimed in surprise, except Gong Yimian, who, when he got closer to look at the girl, called out a name.

“Xia Xi????”

Le Zheng turned his head and looked at his little disciple strangely.

"Xiao Mian, do you know her?"

Without hesitation, Gong Yimian rushed forward to check on her condition.

"I met her once in Dongli. She helped me! Xia Xi! Can you hear me?"

Gong Yimian carefully checked her injuries, but when he saw the empty chest, he knew...it was too late to save her.

"Master! Her heart was taken away by someone? How cruel! Who did this?!"

There was a gleam of regret and sympathy in her beige eyes.

I promised to repay her for her help, but I haven't done it yet. It's only been a short time since we last met! How could she become like this?!

"You're actually going to dig out human organs? This must be a forbidden technique in witchcraft! I was wondering why the moon tonight is wrong?!"

Yuwen Li on the side answered Gong Yimian's question first. He couldn't feel Xia Xi's pulse or sense her breath. Le Zhengru Feng had just woken up, and Yuwen Li didn't want him to be stimulated again.

After a moment's silence, he finally said this to Le Zhengru Feng.

"Is this the person Sai Ya asked you to save? A little girl? But now she is dead! Are we a step too late?"

Being pushed in front of Xia Xi by Yuwen Li, he looked down at the pretty girl in front of him. Could it be that he was really one step too late?

Just when even he couldn't help but doubt himself, the Kuiyu Blood Ring hanging around Xia Xi's neck suddenly emitted a thin spiritual film that enveloped her entire body.

Although his body was still lifeless with no breathing or heartbeat, his complexion began to turn rosy and his whole body was no longer stiff.

"No! Since it is a request from Sai Ya, a psychic, she would definitely not fail to take this into account.

My ancestor was also one of the psychics who disappeared. Many of the patterns of the origin of the sorcerer were evolved from the runes used by the psychics to summon the guardian spirits. Since she gave me this spell and asked me to save people, it must be because only I can save them.

Sai Ya must be guiding us!

Yuwen, tell His Majesty to open the underground palace! I want to put this girl into the Ice Soul Coffin inside! The spiritual power outside her body will not last long. If her body is not preserved, even if she has a chance to wake up, her spirit will be consumed bit by bit in the rotting corpse!"

Looking at Xia Xi with her eyes closed, Le Zhengrufeng had a premonition that this inconspicuous girl in front of him might very well become the person who changes the fate of the entire Lingwu Continent in the future.

"Ice Soul Pavilion?!

Are you going to give something of the royal family to a woman of unknown origin like this?"

Yuwen Li looked at him in disbelief. As the imperial teacher of Xiliang, he still kept the dignity of the royal family in mind.

"I'll go! I'll tell my father right away! We need to save her. Xia Xi also helped me before, and I promised to repay her!"

Gong Yimian, who had been resting Xia Xi's head on her knees, stood up and leaned her against Yuwen Li's arms. Regardless of the fact that it was already late at night, she immediately ran towards the emperor's bedroom.

"Even a psychic who died thousands of years ago is trying to save this person. Yuwen, do you really think she is an ordinary person? There must be something extraordinary about this girl. Maybe this is the turning point for Xiliang to survive in Lingwu in the future.

In my current state, I no longer have the strength to protect Xiliang. If I can find the power to keep Xiliang going, why not try? ..."

Le Zhengzheng raised his weak hands like the wind. His life as the number one sorcerer in Xiliang had come to an end, but the Lingwu Continent was in a predicament where it could fall into war at any time, especially since Xiliang was so weak now.

"Although I don't agree with you, what you said is always right. After all, psychics are of extraordinary significance to this Lingwu Continent. But what happens after this? What if the girl never wakes up?"

Standing next to Le Zhengru Feng, he was as tall and strong as a giant, but Yuwen Li knew that he would only feel safe standing next to him, even though he was no longer the Le Zhengru Feng who could fight with him for three hundred rounds.

"Wait! No matter how long it takes, we will wait until she wakes up.

Yuwen, order people to clean up all traces of the ritual here, and do not reveal any information about tonight and the girl. Tell His Majesty that I will continue to pretend to be asleep, but any news from other countries must be reported to me as soon as possible.

We may not be able to stop this change, but we must get out of it safely! Xiliang can no longer be involved in unprovoked disputes. "

The man next to Yuwen Li looked up at the night sky. The boundless sky was reflected in his eyes covered by long eyelashes, like a chess game. The man holding the chess pieces had a twinkling look in his eyes, which was the unparalleled wisdom that only he possessed.