Chapter 85: Blade-Catcher, Going Home

"Ghost, a ghost!"

The little peddler's voice trembled, not shouting very loudly, and in his panic, he didn't know who he was asking, "What to do? What should we do?"

The big peddler suddenly turned around and pulled out his shoulder pole, staring nervously at the headless corpse.

"Don't move!"

Seeing Chu Tianshu's voice overlapped with another voice.

The man leaning in the corner stood up, his eyelids lifted for only an instant before dropping again.

But Seeing Chu Tianshu had already seen clearly that there was almost no iris in this man's eyes.

Except for the whites of the eyes, there were only pupils.

Therefore, his eyes looked very scary, as if two holes had been poked in the whites of his eyes.

But his eyes had no obvious injuries. Judging from the subtle veins habitually tightened at the corners of his eyes, it should be blindness caused by illness.

"Don't move around."

The man used the knife in his hand as a blind man's cane, touched the ground a few times, but his steps were very sharp, and he had already walked to the door.

"This person just wants to go home. Don't cut off his last thought."

Although the big peddler dared to pick up the shoulder pole, his eyes were clearly very afraid, and his voice was squeezed thin: "Go home? Go to the underworld?"

The blind man didn't open his eyes, just turned his face toward the big peddler.

"Whatever kind of home you have, he has the same kind of home. There must be someone waiting for him at home, otherwise he wouldn't have such an obsession."

Seeing Chu Tianshu put away a silver needle from his fingertips and asked curiously: "Brother, do you know what's going on with this headless person?"

The blind man's voice was cold: "Didn't you see it just now?"

"I just told the peddler brothers not to act rashly."

Seeing Chu Tianshu's voice was gentle, saying, "I really don't quite understand what's going on with this headless person."

In Seeing Chu Tianshu's spirit-communication vision, there wasn't much yin evil aura on this headless person.

There was yin aura fluctuation on that knife, though.

In the eyes of a spirit-communicator, it was like a glowing blue line on the spine of the knife, from the hilt to the tip.

But this blue line was constantly emitting tiny blue light spots, in the process of collapsing and being destroyed.

If this was a yin spirit attached to the knife, then this yin spirit was extremely weak.

Instead of choosing to sleep and protect itself, it was actually forcibly controlling a newly dead corpse.

This is very unreasonable.

"He should be a swordsman. Swordsmen lick blood from the blade, but they can't live like this for a lifetime, so they have to fight for fame."

"With enough fame, one can retire from the swordsman profession, become a hall master, become an instructor, and the rest of one's life can always be stable, and one can let the family live a better life."

"But, to fight for fame, one has to challenge more dangerous things or people."

The blind man's tone was still cold, but the fact that he wanted to let the corpse go home smoothly showed that his heart wasn't as cold and hard as it appeared on the surface.

"This is the Nanzhao royal city. The atmosphere of swordsman duels and fighting for fame and profit, although it may not compare to Chang'an or Luoyang, still surpasses many warlord prefectural cities."

"The person outside was obviously beheaded by someone in a swordsman duel. With his last thought before death hanging on his home, his sword soul will send him home."

Sword soul?!

Seeing Chu Tianshu's expression shifted. Swords and blades developing spirituality can be called sword souls.

But that should be a very rare thing. How could this blind man speak so indifferently, as if it were a common occurrence?

"The sword soul you mentioned, is it a soul born from the sword?"

Seeing Chu Tianshu didn't quite believe it, "Or is it a wandering soul detained in the sword?"

The blind man twisted his two thick eyebrows and said: "Wandering souls are extremely rare. Even if someone really encounters one and detains it in a weapon, that's a dark art. If caught by the government, they will have their hands and feet tendons cut and be soaked in a manure pit."

"The sword soul is naturally a soul born from the sword. Anyone who can learn the Blood-Refining Weapon Art, out of ten people, there will always be one or two who can raise a soul in their weapon."

Wait, did I get it backward?

Seeing Chu Tianshu felt it was incredible.

How could there be a situation where wandering souls are rarer than sword souls?

One or two out of ten can produce a sword soul; this probability is simply ridiculously high.

Is your cultivation method here so magical?

Seeing Chu Tianshu glanced at the corpse outside.

However, it felt very weak.

"Are you really a physician?"

The blind man was also a bit suspicious, "Since the Han and Jin dynasties, Dao and medicine have been connected. If you study medicine, you should have studied Dao, or at least heard a word or two. How can you know nothing about sword souls?"

The headless corpse had already passed in front of the earth temple.

He really had no reaction to the few living people in front of the earth temple and walked forward on his own.

Seeing Chu Tianshu stared at the headless person and only said: "Every trade has its master. My school really doesn't know much about sword souls."

"But, I can see that the power on his knife is collapsing. If he encounters something halfway and is slightly obstructed, can he still support himself until he gets home?"

The blind man also turned his face toward the direction of the headless corpse, was silent for two breaths, and stepped out of the door.

Seeing Chu Tianshu smiled, bowed to the three peddlers, and said: "Take care, three, see you again."

He turned and walked out of the door, and even picked up his banana leaf from before.

The three peddlers looked at each other.

"A beheaded swordsman, carrying his own head back to his doorstep."

The old peddler sighed, "I've heard several versions of this story, so it turns out it's really true."

The little peddler said in a low voice: "Isn't this even scarier? When his family opens the door, they will see his body and head."

The old peddler choked, glared at him, and said: "How can a dead person think about so much?"

The big peddler also said: "If you are worried about your family, don't go and engage in swordsman duels. Wouldn't it be better to do something else?"

The old peddler didn't say anything this time.

How can a living person choose so much?

After entering a trade when young, it's not so easy to regret later.

The old peddler said: "Stop talking about this. When the rain stops, let's go sell our goods. It's been peaceful these years, and people in the city have extra money, so many people will definitely buy things."

"We have to take advantage of these years to work more and save more family foundation."

Seeing Chu Tianshu had already caught up with the blind man, thought about it, and pulled another banana leaf from the side of the road, raising his hand to cover the blind man's head.

The blind man didn't wait for the leaf to touch his head before his hand reached out and caught the leaf stem.

He felt what it was and said in a muffled voice: "Thanks."

"Old brother, are you planning to escort him for a while? Meeting by chance, your heart is really good."

Seeing Chu Tianshu said, "But you have a knife in your hand, and there is one over there who was hacked to death by a knife. If he falls and you are standing next to him, I'm afraid there will be some trouble, right?"

The blind man only said: "I am a blade-catcher registered with the government, there will be no misunderstanding."

Relying on accepting government bounties to chase various criminals and big thieves in exchange for money, this is a blade-catcher.

Such people naturally have to have a certain reputation with the government.

The blind man walked silently, not fast.

Because the headless person walking about seven feet in front of him couldn't walk very fast either.

"You said that sentence with enough momentum. Among blade-catchers, you should be quite famous."

Seeing Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "My name is Seeing Chu Tianshu, old brother, what is your name?"

The blind man said: "Just call me Cheng Xiazi."

Seeing Chu Tianshu walked leisurely, his voice light and slow: "That's not a good title."

The blind man said: "But it's a fact."

Seeing Chu Tianshu felt this person was very interesting and said again: "You must have a surname."

"Cheng, the 'Cheng' from 'hard to achieve great things'."

The blind man was a bit impatient, "Aren't you also following because of that person? Then just focus on him, don't keep talking to me."

Seeing Chu Tianshu said: "I'm just passing by to the royal city, and I'm quite interested in sword souls."

Cheng Xiazi Cheng slowed his steps slightly and turned his head: "Don't tell me you want his knife?"

"The sword soul and the sword master are one. If the sword soul is destroyed, the sword master will be severely injured. If the sword master dies, the sword soul won't live long."

"Even if the weapon is well-preserved, it's just an empty shell."

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 86 =====