Chapter 486

【Diluan】 this name from the moment it appeared, for me it naturally carried strong deterrent power.

At first I thought he was the mastermind behind all this.

Later, the appearance of Hēimǎng let me fully understand: Diluan was the vanguard, the left and right hand, and also the link connecting the Feng Clan.

His relationship with Feng Xianqiu was very close.

I once reasonably suspected that he was Feng Xianqiu's father, the Right Protector of that year.

How could such a person end up like this?

Could it be that from the beginning, Hēimǎng kept him nearby just for his skin?

Perhaps even he himself didn't expect Hēimǎng to treat him this way.

Of course, Hēimǎng's true form was not necessarily originally Hēimǎng; he merely stitched together Liu Zhengfeng's snake skin.

That was an extremely complex stitched-together monster.

His half-face covered in eyes, the beast skin patched on his neck, and the multicolored feathers encircling his neck all demonstrated this.

Diluan was merely a pawn from the start; now he has played his role and become a completely abandoned piece.

He was unwilling!

That's why he hid here, constantly attacking my belly.

He wants to kill my child, to ruin Hēimǎng's plan.

The manifestation of a Dharma-body Buddha is something one can encounter but not seek.

If this one cannot descend smoothly, we would have to wait for the next—who knows how long, a hundred years, a thousand years… or even longer!

But how innocent my child is!

For Dìluán, this is the biggest blow he can think of against Hēimǎng.

But for me, first, I must protect my child.

Second, Bái Sōnglán has long said that abortion is forbidden unless it results in two deaths.

Moreover, our contest with Hēimǎng has reached the critical moment; we cannot give up halfway.

The death of an unborn fetus cannot put a final period on all of this.

On the contrary, it gives Hēimǎng a chance to start over, doesn't it?

"Hey, who's being reckless in the Nether Realm!"

As I and Dìluán were fighting fiercely again, from the direction of Looking Home Terrace, an underworld envoy shouted while rushing toward us.

Dìluán instantly withdrew, lowering his voice: "If you seek Nirvana, this child cannot remain; he must be a phoenix fetus!"

The underworld envoy is right before our eyes.

Dìluán flashed away and left.

At the moment he turned, I seemed to see a familiar ulcerated patch on the right side of his cheek, near the jawbone.

I unconsciously raised my hand to touch my own right cheek.

There is a "slave" character there.

It had once ulcerated.

It rotted into a hole, rotted down to the bone.

Only after my soul gradually merged completely did it heal again, growing fainter and fader, until now it has faded to almost invisible.

Once Nirvana is successfully achieved, it will disappear completely.

At that point, it also means the witchcraft of the birth‑bond curse has been completely uprooted from me.

But how could Dìluán's face have such ulceration?

Did I missee?

Or has he been afflicted by some other curse?

Back then, the Great Witch first encountered the birth‑bond curse, and throughout my mother's delivery and entrusting of the child, the Right Guardian's presence was there the whole time.

Could it be…

"Xiao Jiu Zhanggui?"

A clear male voice rang out from behind me; I whipped my head around and found myself facing the underworld envoy who had just been chasing us.

I never expected him to know me.

At first I was a bit nervous, but when my gaze met the silver headband around his hat and the silver chain at his waist, I relaxed completely.

"Yes, it's me." I took out the token given by General Jin and said, "General Jin directed me to come find you; I mistakenly entered the Nether Realm and would like you to send me back, thank you."

The man chuckled, "Xiao Jiu Zhanggui, you're being formal; it's just a small matter—come with me."

He agreed without another word.

In the next instant, I only felt waves of Yīnfēng all around, my vision blurred, and my whole body felt light and floating.

Before I knew it, just a few minutes later, when my feet touched down again, I found myself at the west street entrance of Dang Pu.

The underworld envoy who sent me back to the yang realm did not come out with me.

And the token in my hand, just as General Jin said, did not accompany me to the yang realm.

Everything felt utterly unreal.

The doors of Dang Pu stood open; hearing the commotion, Li Qingying rushed out immediately.

Seeing me, she was both startled and delighted.

Then she asked again, "Hey? Xiao Jiu, where's the cart?"

The cart was still parked in a concealed spot in front of the Earth God's temple; Li Qingying said she had gone to drive it back during the day.

I hung the Soul-guiding Lamp under the corridor; my complexion was not good, because Li Qingying had come forward to support me.

The temperature in the Nether Realm is low; being there, I felt some discomfort, but it wasn't very obvious.

But as soon as I came out, my body temperature began to rise steadily.

Li Qingying accompanied me through the whole experience once, knowing that after I returned from Yin Dang Hang I would have an outbreak, so she immediately sent me back to my room and stayed with me.

But this time, my temperature kept climbing, I was burning up to the point of almost losing consciousness, and no matter what I couldn't recover on my own like the previous two times.

Bái Sōnglán was still in seclusion, so Li Qingying called over Bái Jīngmò, whose body had just recovered.

As a result, Bái Jīngmò was also at a loss: 'Xiǎo Jiǔ might be about to undergo Nirvana; no external force can help her…'

What are we to do?!

Li Qingying was so anxious she was about to cry.

I've become like this, and Liú Jūnyán isn't here; for a moment I lost my pillar.

Even if they wanted to send me back to Cangwu Mountain for Nirvana, they couldn't manage it.

After thinking it over, the only solution was to contact Tang Xun and ask for her help.

But before the call could get through, after a few hysterical howls, my scorching body temperature actually dropped on its own.

Immediately afterward, another person appeared in the room.

A chubby-cheeked little girl with twin buns, dressed in a red-and-black archery outfit, simply appeared out of thin air in the room.

Li Qingying and Bái Jīngmò were both startled.

That little girl looked about six or seven years old; when she first appeared, she was a bit dazed and seemed not to have come to her senses yet.

Until Li Qingying could no longer hold back, she extended a finger and poked the little girl's delicately soft cheek; in the next instant, the little girl vanished.

Li Qingying looked at her own finger and said in alarm, 'I… I think I poked her apart…'

Bái Jīngmò's expression was equally hard to put into words.

The two of them gradually calmed down and came to check on my condition.

Once my temperature dropped, Bái Jīngmò could give me acupuncture.

Not long after, I slowly came to.

Bái Jīngmò urged me to rest more, prescribed a warming tonic, and stayed busy until dawn before leaving.

I drank two bowls of porridge, gaining a bit of strength; feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over, I went to take a bath.

Just after I finished blow-drying my hair, intending to go back to sleep for a second rest to refresh my spirit, I saw Li Qingying standing nearby, wanting to speak but hesitating.

So I asked her what was wrong.

Li Qingying then told me the whole story about the little girl, exactly as it happened.

I pondered and said, 'In other words, my temperature only dropped after that little girl appeared?'

Li Qingying nodded directly.

I had a vague answer in my mind, and immediately formed hand seals and chanted a spell, summoning: 'Feng Wu, come out!'