A warm yet slightly low-pitched song echoed through the graveyard. The melody was soothing, and the gentle male voice made it feel less like a playful nursery rhyme and more like a genuine lullaby meant to help someone sleep.
The restless little mounds, which had been stirring, gradually quieted down under the hypnosis of the Lullaby.
After singing the final line, Fu Wuxuan, who had been fully immersed in the performance, suddenly opened his eyes and chuckled lightly. “All done.”
Yun Xueqing asked, “What song is that?”
“You’ve never heard it?” Fu Wuxuan was genuinely surprised this time.
Seeing the other’s expressionless face, he subconsciously assumed Yun Xueqing was just pretending to be strong. He quickly imagined a tragic backstory of lost parents and no family, pinning it squarely on him.
With that in mind, Fu Wuxuan’s tone softened with a touch of affection as he spoke. “If you want to learn it, I can teach you. Or I can sing it for you in the future.”
Even while feeling pity, he still had to take verbal advantage.
Unaware of this erratic man’s wild imagination, Yun Xueqing merely asked flatly, “You infused your Spirit Energy into the song?”
“Caught me, huh?” Fu Wuxuan’s lips curved slightly, revealing a hint of roguishness. “I thought I could fool you.”
Yun Xueqing’s gaze deepened.
Though he wasn’t an Oracle, he knew that uttering a “spell incantation” was likely part of completing an Oracle ability.
Yet this man could activate his Oracle without chanting—proof of his profound control over Spirit Energy.
He might act flippant in conversation, but he was truly unfathomable and hard to read.
The unfathomable, inscrutable man persisted undeterred. “You really don’t want to hear it? Doesn’t a handsome guy like me—1.86 meters tall with eight-pack abs—singing a lullaby by your ear make your heart race?”
“What nonsense,” Yun Xueqing said, sifting through the disjointed words. A sudden thought struck him. “What do you look like? Can I see?”
If he knew the man’s appearance and name, and obtained his blood, he could cast the Shared Fate Curse on him.
Should this person ever turn against him, there would be a way to control him.
Fu Wuxuan thought Yun Xueqing was doubting his handsomeness and nearly retorted. But remembering they were still evading pursuit and couldn’t reveal his face casually, he backed down.
“I was just making it up. That description was a generic guess at what girls like,” Fu Wuxuan touched his chin, still trying to salvage his dignity. “But I’m not bad-looking. When the chance comes, I’ll show you…”
Before he finished, Yun Xueqing cut in. “Stop talking. Hurry up and lift the coffin to dig up the Yin Soil.”
Fu Wuxuan: “…”
What a guy with no sense of romance.
The two of them barely managed to lift one corner of the coffin together. They scooped a bit of soil from the bottom, then buried it back to restore the original state, and returned to the courtyard house.
Wu Xue and Su Bai had already gathered their items and were sitting on benches in the alley, waiting for them. A faint scent of lilac lingered faintly in the air.
Fu Wuxuan looked at Li Yulin, who was kneeling on the ground and now awake, and smiled. “Finally up?”
Li Yulin’s mind was foggy. He woke up to find a hole in his chest and himself bound like a rice dumpling on the ground. Spotting Fu Wuxuan and Yun Xueqing, he immediately cried out for help. “Big shots, save me! These two are bullying me!”
“Don’t shout,” Fu Wuxuan said, his smile unwavering. “Careful not to wake the Six-Armed Bodhisattva inside you.”
“Si… Six-Armed?” Li Yulin blanked out completely, reacting a beat late. His voice turned into a shrill screech. “It’s in my body?! Big shot, save me—save me!”
Satisfied with the man’s panicked wailing, Fu Wuxuan flashed the Yin Soil in his hand. “Found the stuff to kill the Weird.”
Hearing this, Li Yulin’s taut nerves relaxed a bit. “We can kill It now…”
No sooner had he sighed in relief than Fu Wuxuan drawled leisurely, “But if luck’s not on our side, it might kill you too.”
Li Yulin was on the verge of tears. “Big shot, don’t scare me like that… What do I do then…”
Fu Wuxuan toyed with him mercilessly, but Yun Xueqing noticed that the wound on Li Yulin’s chest had already healed more than halfway.
The Weird’s wound-healing speed was outrageously fast.
Yun Xueqing stared at the injury, lost in thought.
Had the Six-Armed Bodhisattva truly not awakened?
Was It really letting them gather materials so smoothly to kill It?
His pondering yielded no answers, and he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. He could only wait quietly for midnight.
Dark clouds veiled the moon. Fu Wuxuan glanced at Su Bai’s watch. “It’s 11:40 already. Five minutes to the third quarter of the hour of the rat. We can set up now.”
At his words, they placed the items around Li Yulin according to the directions.
The objects reacted immediately, forming a large half-circle of blue light that enveloped Li Yulin.
Wu Xue looked at Fu Wuxuan. “Still need the Yin Fire.”
Fu Wuxuan chuckled lightly. “Just wait.”
With that, a wisp of eerie blue flame flickered at his fingertip.
Ever since the items were placed to start the ritual, Yun Xueqing had felt a strong sense of wrongness—something was off everywhere.
It peaked when he saw the flame on Fu Wuxuan’s fingertip. He suddenly recalled what the man had said during the day:
[Solar Flame is for burning the dead. This one attacks the living.]
Solar Flame specialized in burning the dead, countering dark dead things.
The Six-Armed Bodhisattva was undoubtedly a dead thing—Solar Flame should counter It!
Yet they were offering Yin Fire!
The Village Chronicle had deceived them all!
Yun Xueqing’s pupils shrank. He shouted at Fu Wuxuan, “Extinguish the Yin Fire! Retrieve the other four items! Stop the ritual!”
Bewildered, Fu Wuxuan still snuffed out the flame.
He didn’t question it but frowned and asked proactively, “What’s the problem?”
It was rare to see the other so emotionally rattled, so he chose to trust him for the moment.
“Everything’s wrong. The Village Chronicle tricked us,” Yun Xueqing had no time to explain. “We can still make it—retrieve the items now…”
Before he finished, the items on the ground ignited on their own without any fire approaching, burning with eerie blue Yin Fire!
The Yin Fire devoured the four yin items, black mist billowed, and the air filled with an eerie aura.
He looked toward Li Yulin in the array. The man opened his eyes, pure black pupils flashing with golden light.
Its chest wound had fully healed. On its bland, ordinary face hung a sinister smile no human could make. “Humans, as foolish as I expected.”
With that, It leaped from the array and vanished.
Su Bai’s face darkened. “Didn’t expect It to tamper with the Village Chronicle.”
Too much had happened during the day; they hadn’t noticed the details. In hindsight, it all made perfect sense.
The Village Chronicle detailed how to kill It, and Its clone had lingered in the village for years—how could It not sabotage it?
Fu Wuxuan fanned the air. “There’s a faint lilac scent. Its aura misled us again, making us overlook such a huge flaw.”
Wu Xue’s face was expressionless. “It’s very good at beguiling hearts.”
Mental-type Weirds always manipulated minds insidiously.
Su Bai pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and sighed. “Weirds are cunning too. Instead of destroying the Village Chronicle outright, It misled us into doing Its work for It.”
They’d bustled all day, only to make wedding clothes for someone else.
Fu Wuxuan, who had been staring at the ground, suddenly looked up with a profound tone. “Not necessarily.”
“You have some backup plan?”
“Nope.”
“…”
Su Bai looked exasperated, but Fu Wuxuan found his expression increasingly amusing. Only after savoring it did he say unhurriedly, “I didn’t leave a backup, but someone else did.”
Su Bai followed his gaze. Yun Xueqing, who had been in disarray moments ago, had regained his usual calm composure.
On his face, fair as frost and snow, the expression remained faint—as if nothing could shake his mind.
Su Bai reluctantly tore his eyes from Yun Xueqing’s face to the item in his hand.
He was half-stunned. “That’s… Yin Soil?”
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