The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

Suddenly, a low roar came from the ghost gate, and a powerful airflow surged out, rushing straight towards Shu Wanwan. She gripped the peach wood sword tightly and swung it with all her might. A ray of light instantly slashed at the airflow.

The two collided with a loud bang, sending Shu Wanwan reeling back a few steps. But she quickly steadied herself and charged forward again, just as the Ghost Gate closed. The force wasn't enough to injure Shu Wanwan; it was simply intended to force her back so she could switch to the Ghost Gate. Even with this moderate force, it wasn't something an ordinary ghost could pull off.

"Ling Chuhe, come out!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the silent night sky.

Seeing no response in the night, Shu Wanwan mobilized all her spiritual power and struck the place where the ghost gate disappeared one by one, as if knocking on the door. However, Shu Wanwan, who had just been injured twice, had long been exhausted. Slowly, a bright red liquid began to flow from the corners of her mouth. Shu Wanwan's body was about to collapse and she was about to sit on the ground, but she did not give up. She stood up again with the peach wood sword and chanted the talisman in her mouth: "The Tao is the mortal heart, because of the thought, there is spirit. Transform the spirit into the foundation, disperse the foundation..."

Before Shu Wanwan finished reading, the ghost gate slowly opened and a figure walked out. Shu Wanwan looked closely and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "You are out, senior brother."

The man in front of her was Ling Chuhe. However, Shu Wanwan could no longer hold on and fell heavily. Ling Chuhe waved his brush to cushion Shu Wanwan's fall, and she landed gently on the ground.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes revealing a trace of fatigue and helplessness. "Wanwan, why are you so persistent..." Ling Chuhe looked at Shu Wanwan outside the Ghost Gate. She actually wanted to use her own essence to open this Ghost Gate. Ling Chuhe's eyes gradually reddened, and his voice was filled with bitterness.

Shu Wanwan knelt on the ground, holding the peach wood sword. She looked at Ling Chuhe, feeling a mixture of emotions. "Brother, why don't you want to recognize me?" Shu Wanwan's eyes were red and bloodshot, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Wanwan...I..." Ling Chuhe looked at Shu Wanwan with embarrassment, his lips trembling, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start.

"I'm too embarrassed to see anyone from Qingfeng Temple again..." His voice grew lower and lower, filled with endless regret and self-blame. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he finally couldn't help sobbing.

"It's my fault...it's all my fault..."

"I tried my best, but when I returned to Qingfeng Temple, my master had already died. I couldn't even save anyone at Qingfeng Temple..."

"Wanwan...I am a sinner..."

Ling Chuhe spoke these words intermittently, clenching his fists painfully, as if he wanted to vent all the pain. He painfully recalled the memory that he didn't want to recall. It not only made him lose his beloved master, but also made him lose all his fellow disciples and the Qingfeng Temple that felt like home.

Shu Wanwan's eyes widened as she listened to Ling Chuhe's words. "What did you say? Master... Master is dead? Then..." She suddenly thought of Old Man Shu's kind face. She didn't dare ask, fearing she would get an answer she couldn't accept. Tears welled up in Shu Wanwan's eyes, and a feeling of grief spread throughout her heart.

"Senior Brother, what exactly happened?" Shu Wanwan asked pleadingly with tears in her eyes.

Ling Chuhe raised his head and stared into Shu Wanwan's eyes. He walked closer and squatted in front of Shu Wanwan. He lightly stroked with his fingertips, and a faint blue light dotted the center of Shu Wanwan's eyebrows.

A memory belonging to Ling Chuhe emerged in Shu Wanwan's mind.

Shu Wanwan's brows were getting tighter and tighter.

She saw corpses strewn across the mountains and plains, familiar faces lying one by one in pools of blood. Qingfeng Temple was awash in blood, a sea of crimson and devastation. And their master, Xu Qingyu, the white-haired old man with a sagelike demeanor who always liked to wear white, knelt before the gate like a soulless puppet. In an instant, he slowly melted into a phantom. Ling Chuhe witnessed Xu Qingyu's soul vanish into thin air.

Not only that, she also experienced Ling Chuhe's pain firsthand, Ling Chuhe who was in excruciating pain, Ling Chuhe who traveled all over the world looking for a way to bring people back to life, Ling Chuhe who lived in guilt until his death, and Ling Chuhe who was appointed as the judge by the King of Hell but still lived in self-blame for the past.

She searched all of Ling Chuhe's memories, but couldn't find anyone. Shu Wanwan opened her eyes and put her hand on Ling Chuhe's shoulder, "Where's Grandpa Shu? Where's Grandpa Shu?"

Ling Chuhe shook his head with a compassionate expression. "After I died, I checked the Book of Life and Death and traveled all over the world, but I couldn't find anyone related to Qingfeng Temple, including you."

Shu Wanwan let go of Ling Chuhe's hand, her expression blank, and she fell into long thought.

Ling Chuhe muttered to himself, "I'm now a judge, but I'm still useless. I lost my master and Qingfeng Temple. I don't know what else I can do..."

After hearing what Ling Chuhe said, Shu Wanwan began to think. If the eldest senior brother couldn't find her, and she was still alive and well, did it mean that her master and Grandpa Shu might also be alive?

Shu Wanwan raised her eyes and met Ling Chuhe's. "No, Senior Brother, if they can't be found, they must have disappeared. Look, I'm fine, aren't I?"

Seeing Ling Chuhe remained silent, Shu Wanwan raised her hand and held Ling Chuhe's hand, "Big Brother, although the situation is not very clear now, we cannot give up hope."

Ling Chuhe looked into Shu Wanwan's eyes and nodded slightly. The pain in his heart was gradually affected by Shu Wanwan's words. He realized that maybe Shu Wanwan was right. No result was the best result.

"Wanwan," Ling Chuhe said softly, "With you by my side, I feel much better. We will definitely find clues, there must be a way, and we must avenge Master and our fallen brothers."

Ling Chuhe looked at Shu Wanwan, and they seemed to have returned to the carefree time when they were in the sect. They played and talked, and shared their thoughts.

Shu Wanwan's survival is the greatest comfort God has given to Ling Chuhe in the past few thousand years.

Shu Wanwan forced a smile from her tear-stained face and nodded at Ling Chuhe. She had seen Ling Chuhe's memories and felt his pain. Shu Wanwan felt mixed emotions. She was sad about what had happened, but she also felt heartache for Ling Chuhe.

Shu Wanwan raised her hand and gently stroked Ling Chuhe's face. That cold and pale face was engraved with intricate runes, the symbol of the Judge. Shu Wanwan wiped the tears from Ling Chuhe's face and said, "This isn't your fault, Senior Brother. We need to seek justice from the person who is truly at fault."