At a critical moment, Chongming suddenly stepped in and defused Mo Qing's attack. Several white beams of light pinned Rong Chu in place.
"God Chongming?" Mo Qing looked at Chongming in confusion.
Yaohua came to her senses. Although still in shock, she grabbed Mo Qing's arm. "Sixth brother, don't worry. With Master here, Rong Chu won't be able to hurt me."
Just now, she was so startled that she almost got caught. But under normal circumstances, no one could even touch a hair on her. Besides, with the hair cord given by her master, she had nothing to fear.
Moreover, Rong Chu was also a victim in this incident. He shouldn't just disappear into thin air without a clear explanation.
Sixth brother didn't know the magic of her hair cord. No wonder he was so scared just now.
Mo Qing had his reservations. Thinking of what had just happened, he still trembled a little. This was his only precious younger sister. Even a minor scratch on her would make him feel heart - broken for a long time. How could he let anyone bully her like that?
"But he almost grabbed you just now! The claws of that evil ghost are no joke!"
Yaohua felt warm in her heart because of her brother's love. She stood on tiptoe and raised her arms. "Sixth brother, carry me!"
Mo Qing couldn't resist her cuteness at all. He immediately forgot what had just happened. "Tired of standing? Sixth brother still has osmanthus candies..."
Before he could finish his words, Yaohua gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Sixth brother is sweeter than osmanthus candies!"
Mo Qing's ears turned red instantly. "N - nonsense!"
Just then, the sound of ritual music suddenly rang out on the parade ground. The priestess held a silver staff in her hand and closed her eyes to chant.
The hazy moonlight seemed to be drawn by something and slowly flowed towards the ground along the silver staff in her hand. In the blink of an eye, the area around the parade ground was filled with bright light!
Moonlight was supposed to be soft, but this sudden burst of light was as blinding as fire. Even Yaohua couldn't help covering her eyes.
"May the Moon Goddess bless us with a good harvest!"
Amid the ritual music, people gradually showed peaceful and happy smiles.
What Moon Goddess? Did she even care about whether the crops would have a good harvest?
Yaohua rubbed the goosebumps on her arms. This scene was really creepy.
Before she could put her hands down, a shrill scream that almost pierced her eardrums suddenly rang in her ears.
Rong Chu covered his head with both arms. Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed from his eyes on his ferocious face!
Yaohua's eyelids twitched. "Master!"
According to ancient books, when an evil ghost cries blood, a disaster is coming. Since the great catastrophe of the end of the world has not passed yet, could it be that another great disaster is approaching?
Spiritual power spread out like threads from behind Chongming and continuously rushed towards Rong Chu, instantly wrapping him up like a chrysalis.
"The Great Luo Yi Fan Soul - Purifying Technique?" Mo Qing exclaimed. He looked at Rong Chu wrapped in the spiritual power in disbelief, and his expression gradually became complicated.
"What is that?" Yaohua had never heard of this technique before. She had read through all the cultivation methods given by her master when she was free and almost memorized them all. There was no such technique in them.
"This is a secret technique in the Heavenly Realm. It can only be used on pure souls with the opportunity to ascend." Mo Qing's eyes sparkled. "No wonder God Chongming didn't let me destroy him. It turns out that Rong Chu has such an opportunity! God Chongming is really amazing. He can spot the chance at a glance!"
Yaohua already knew how powerful her master was. She stared at Chongming intently, afraid that she would miss the key points of this cultivation method if she blinked.
The moonlight faded, and the sacrificial ceremony gradually came to an end. The crowd dispersed like a receding tide.
The silken spiritual power slowly disappeared from Rong Chu's body. His eyes were slightly closed, his expression was calm, and the resentment had vanished. His blood - red clothes had also somehow returned to white.
This Great Luo technique was so amazing! Just now, Rong Chu looked like he wanted to destroy the world. But in such a short time, he had calmed down! Yaohua marveled. She must pester her master to teach her this technique!
As the spiritual power completely disappeared, Rong Chu opened his eyes.
"Rong Chu!" Yaohua happily came closer. "Are you okay?"
If, as Sixth brother said, Rong Chu could really ascend, did it mean that Rong Chu could also stay in the Heavenly Realm in the future?
She would have another good friend in the Heavenly Realm!
"I..." Rong Chu raised his hands in a daze. "I seem to have killed a lot of people."
Wasn't it said that the technique Master used on Rong Chu could only be used on pure souls? Why did Rong Chu say that he seemed to have killed a lot of people?
Wasn't this a contradiction?
"What do you remember?" Yaohua quickly asked.
By this time, the crowd had completely dispersed. Rong Chu stepped out of the barrier and came to the mound.
Yaohua followed behind him. As soon as she stepped onto it, she felt dizzy. The spiritual power in her body uncontrollably rushed towards the mound under her feet, and her heart started pounding.
"Why can this damned place absorb my spiritual power?" Mo Qing beside her was also affected, but his cultivation was higher than Yaohua's, so he wasn't unable to break free.
Yaohua, on the other hand, was in a rather bad situation.
Just as she was about to ask Sixth brother for help, a faint fragrance wafted over. Chongming picked her up and carried her down.
"Thank you, Master!" Yaohua felt relieved.
Chongming smiled at her, but there was a faint melancholy between his eyebrows.
"This is the exact spot." Rong Chu stood where the female priestess had been.
Suddenly, he trembled and squatted down. He picked up a shiny green gemstone. Then, in Yaohua's sight, blood oozed from his gentle and handsome face. Finally, it seemed as if his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears had all been dug out.
When a ghost came into contact with something it had touched before death, it would uncontrollably show its appearance at the moment of death.
It seemed that in his previous life, Rong Chu had been tortured like this.
The gemstone Rong Chu picked up was the decoration on the dagger used by the female priestess. Under what circumstances had he come into contact with this gemstone in his previous life?
Could it be...
Yaohua suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Had he also been disemboweled with that dagger while still conscious, watching his own blood flow like a river and his internal organs being offered to the evil god?
"This is mine." Rong Chu made a fist and tightly held the gemstone in his hand.
Yaohua was stunned. Could it be that things were not as she had thought?
"I personally forged the dagger and killed so many people." Rong Chu seemed to be lost in some kind of memory, with a blank look on his face.
Why had the dagger that was used for disembowelment and caused countless killings been personally forged by Rong Chu? Such a gentle and refined person. Yaohua had guessed that he was a scholar, but she never thought that he could forge daggers!
"Rong Chu, explain clearly. What on earth happened?" Mo Qing looked around. There were many dark - red marks splashed on the mound, obviously the bloodstains of innocent people who had died unjustly.
It was very likely that Rong Chu's blood was also among them.
Rong Chu's face showed a slight change. Under Mo Qing's urging, he loosened his hand and showed the bright gemstone again.