The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 353 Crossing with God

The mysterious doctors kneeling beside were terrified by Zhu Weihe's reckless behavior, "Island Master, your injury..."

The bloodstains on Zhu Weihe's face turned black, and a complex ray of rune light lingered on the flesh scratched by the golden hairpin, continuously penetrating into his bloody wound.

Although it was not a fatal injury, it restricted the movement of spiritual power in his body.

Zhu Weihe's eyes glowed like blood, and the waiters around him were overwhelmed with fear, and all of them kept silent.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell over his head, and a big hand with distinct bones grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement.

Zhu Weihe was preoccupied with the life and death of Sang Juan, and for a moment he didn't realize who the visitor was, so he roared out a word violently without raising his head.

"roll!"

Seeing this, the guards in the courtyard came to their senses and rushed forward one after another, staring vigilantly at the uninvited guests who entered the main peak.

"Who! How dare you trespass into the island owner's residence! Take him down!"

Dozens of sword blades surrounded and pierced, Ling Che's face showed no trace of panic, and was calm and composed.

He looked up and glanced unhurriedly, and gave a short chuckle, speaking in an arrogant tone with an astonishing aura.

"To tell you the truth, I don't want to see more casualties here, and you and the others are not my opponents. If you are familiar, stay away."

For some reason, everyone saw his calm eyes, and a chill ran down their spines for no reason.

The three guardians came upon hearing the news, and when they saw the figure beside Zhu Weihe, they all felt fear from the bottom of their hearts, feeling a sense of crisis.

Qin Louyue saw the dying Sang Juan in Zhu Weihe's arms, her pupils widened and her face turned pale with shock, "How could madam..."

She immediately raised her hand to signal the other two guardians to retreat, not daring to act rashly.

On the wedding night, the bride died, and the owner of the island seemed to be seriously injured.

Qin Louyue looked at Ling Che warily, and asked nervously, "Island Master, what's going on here?"

Zhu Weihe finally came back to his senses, his scarlet eyes were filled with sorrow, and he slowly sensed an unusual aura.

"Who are you? Why do you care about the rights and wrongs of Mingsha Island?"

Only then did Ling Che let go of his hand, looked at Sang Juan's body, and spoke unhurriedly:

"The dead are dead, and the living are like this. She killed herself, she must be disheartened, and she has nothing to worry about in this world. Why do I wish the island master to force it?"

Hearing this, Zhu Weihe was stunned, as if he had been stimulated by something, he flatly rejected it, "Impossible!"

"Little Junior Sister, how can she have no worries, we are married, she will not be carefree... No matter how bad it is, there is Tan..."

Having said that, his voice stopped abruptly, and he didn't want to say more, he raised his eyes and asked sharply: "Who are you? Jialuan Peak is full of dangers, and you are alone, how did you get up?"

A cold light flashed in Lingche's eyes, but she still said with a good temper: "I wish the island master, for the sake of your loss of love, I will not care about you for speaking rudely."

"You!" Qin Louyue was in a hurry and dared not speak out.

Anyone can see that the mysterious man in front of him has unfathomable strength and is not easy to mess with.

He is crazy, he has the capital of his arrogance.

In the silence, Ling Che formed a seal with her backhand, and a strong force isolated everyone outside.

He didn't talk too much nonsense, and explained to Zhu Weihe his intention in a few words.

"Mingsha Island has gathered a large amount of evil spirit of death, and within two days, all spirits will be exhausted wherever the resentment touches."

As he spoke, he condensed a touch of pure spiritual power and illuminated Mingsha Island before it was cleaned up.

A few hours ago, blood flowed into rivers on Mingsha Island, and corpses were everywhere.

Now, Zhu Weihe also saw the strong resentment shrouded in the invisible.

Ling Che's voice was neither cold nor cold, and it rang in Zhu Weihe's ears.

"This deity doesn't want to know what happened here. If you want to save all living beings on Mingsha Island, you must obey the deity's arrangement."

After a long time, Zhu Weihe didn't know what he had figured out, and finally there was a wave in his dead eyes, "Who are you? Why should the owner of this island trust you?"

"Believe it or not, Zhu Island Master must have the answer in his heart, and you have no choice."

In the last sentence, Ling Che's voice contained an invisible oppression, sharp and powerful.

Zhu Weihe looked at the man in blue clothes in front of him, for some reason, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared on his slumped face.

Holding Sang Juan in his arms, he knelt down to Lingche, begging with tears in his eyes.

"She is my wife. Because of my negligence, she died in the heart of the hairpin. I couldn't save her. Can you help me, save..."

Ling Che interrupted abruptly, "I wish the island master, life and death are fate, you can't force it."

Hearing the desperate answer, Zhu Weihe laughed out loud in desolation, and the smile turned into a heart-piercing cry of regret.

Standing on the high cliff of Jialuan Peak, he looked at the sect where he and Sangjuan had lived for more than 20 years, and made the final choice.

Afterwards, he hugged Sang Juan and followed Ling Che to Shi Wanghai.

Shen Qianyan was also caught by Ling Che with a face of reluctance.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, filled with resentment, "Nine cold days, you brought me here to enjoy the sea breeze? Lingche, are you still human?"

Zhu Weihe didn't have the mind to focus on other things at all, he asked Ling Che seriously, "What should Mr. Ling do?"

"The deity will form a spirit formation here, summon the ghost tomb, find a place to rest for these souls, and seal them in it temporarily, so that they will not do evil or cause chaos."

Although Ling Che is a god of the Six Realms, she cannot overcome the unjust death soul.

That's all he can do.

Compassionate and gentle eyes touched the woman in Zhu Weihe's arms, and Ling Che suddenly had an idea in her heart.

"I wish the island master, are you willing to keep this woman's bones so that she will not be destroyed?"

Hearing this, Zhu Weihe had a look of surprise on his face, "What, what? Can you protect her bones?"

A look of complexity flashed in Ling Che's eyes, and she tightly clasped Shen Qianyan's restless little hand, "Are you willing?"

He didn't know the grievances between Zhu Weihe and Sangjuan, only seeing that he was so infatuated, he felt a little selfish.

"The deity can set a restriction on her body, called the boundless field, to block the flow of light on her body."

How could Zhu Weihe be unwilling? What he wanted in his life was to stay with Sang's family.

Even if heaven and man are separated, he will never be separated from her.

"However, there is a condition." A sharp light flashed in Ling Che's eyes, and the breath on her body also sank.

"Mr. Ling, it's okay to say, even if it's my life in exchange, I won't regret it."

However, Ling Che smiled heartily, "I wish the island master is truly affectionate and righteous."

"This deity will make your wish come true. Before that, I want you to promise that as long as you are alive, you will never reveal the existence of the ghost tomb to anyone in this life."

"Tomorrow, you will issue a ban and try your best to block Mingsha Island and cut off the connection between the outside world and Mingsha Island, so that no one will be allowed to step into the sea."

Zhu Weihe was puzzled, but agreed without hesitation.

However, Ling Che's conditions were not finished.

"This deity will set up a grave under the ghost tomb, and her bones can only be placed in it from now on. You can't leave without authorization until the ghost tomb disappears."

Zhu Weihe was silent for a moment, and solemnly assured Ling Che: "Don't worry, Mr. Ling, the owner of this island will never break his oath."

In this way, Lingche formed a spirit array in Shiwanghai with her own strength, and led all the souls of the dead back to the ghost grave.

Under the ghost tomb, the entrance to the tomb was wide open, and Zhu Weihe hugged Sangjuan with a serious expression on his face, refusing to let go.

"Mr. Ling, can you let me stay here with her all the time? My junior sister is timid. Lying here alone will scare her."

The implication is that he would rather bury himself in the grave and accompany the dead.

Ling Che had never seen such a stubborn person before, she really couldn't understand him, she frowned, "What about it?"

"Mr. Ling, you don't understand." Zhu Weihe caressed Sang Juan's face with rare tenderness in his eyes.

When the little junior sister was still in the womb of the master, he was always by her side.

On the day she was born, he, who was under five years old, personally promised his wife that he would protect his junior sister for the rest of his life.

He grew up with Sangjuan, watched her laugh, and made trouble with her. His friendship for her has long surpassed the ordinary feeling of being with the same family.

He was pleased with her, his love was deeply rooted, he was full of joy, and he couldn't extricate himself.

But he carefully guarded the little girl who grew up, and fell in love with his fifth junior brother!

That Qin Ji who is loved by Master and is also very talented!
If the master hadn't married his junior sister to Tan Ji, he might not have ended up like this.

Therefore, he hated his master, and even more hated Tan Ji.

He killed many people, but he never thought of hurting Sangjuan.

Zhu Weihe lost his voice, Lingche thought he was in grief, so she kindly told him, "This place, if you want, you can come in anytime."

After the words fell, Zhu Weihe was finally willing to let Sangjuan go.

He was full of bitterness, grateful for Ling Che's righteousness.

In front of Zhu Weihe, Ling Che planted a boundless domain on Sangjuan's body, and at the entrance of the tomb, a beautiful flower-shaped totem emerged in response to the situation.

Seeing this, Shen Qianyan became interested, "A flower?"

Ling Che looked down at the girl who was not as tall as his chest, the smile in her eyes was as pure as a mirror, "Yes, Haitang."

"Why Haitang?"

(End of this chapter)