Chapter 216 - 214: Clues and Charm Demon Eye Technique
Even though the voice was hoarse and vague, it might have called his name. Song Changming heard it clearly.
"Changming..."
The corpse puppet called again, this time its voice was more convinced and clearer.
Song Changming frowned, looking at the corpse puppet in front of him, the familiar feeling in his mind became stronger.
Meanwhile, Nan Chen Guang didn’t care much, his longsword cut out a sword Qi, directly aiming at the corpse puppet.
Seeing that the corpse puppet was about to be killed by Nan Chen Guang, a wind attribute blade Qi traversed and collided with the azure sword Qi, intercepting it.
Nan Chen Guang squinted his eyes, looking at Song Changming who had made a move, a dangerous look appeared in his eyes.
"Wait." Song Changming spoke, glanced at him, and walked closer to the corpse puppet.
Perhaps because Song Changming had just saved him, or maybe he wanted to see what the corpse puppet would say, Nan Chen Guang temporarily held back his sword without attacking.
"How do you know me?" Song Changming examined the corpse puppet up close, the other party had indeed called his name.
"I am... Song... Bao, Song Bao."
"Song Bao?" Song Changming paused, then his eyes immediately widened, exclaiming.
"You’re Brother Bao!"
"Never thought I’d see you again, Changming, you’ve grown up..." The corpse puppet’s words became more fluent.
Song Bao was a villager from Song Family Village back then, he grew up together with his elder brothers, with a very good relationship.
In his youth, he had a deep impression of this elder brother from the same village.
Compared to his teenage years, Song Changming’s appearance had changed, but not too much.
He was still young and vibrant, so being recognized by the other party was normal.
Later, he, Song Changping, and Song Chang’an joined the army together, but none of them returned.
Unexpectedly, they would meet again in this manner today...
"Didn’t you join the army with my elder brothers back then, why would you..." Song Changming looked at the corpse puppet and finally realized why it looked familiar.
The corpse puppet’s appearance had changed a lot, but it was still vaguely recognizable as Song Bao without a doubt.
However, its body had changed too much, with a height of three meters, making it hard to associate it with the village man Song Bao from back then.
"We were all dead a long time ago, supposed to be battlefield spirits, but later, Corpse Refining Sect members refined us into corpse puppets, turning us into people who are neither human nor ghost.
If I hadn’t seen you, my consciousness in this corpse puppet body would have sunk into oblivion long ago..."
Song Bao slowly recounted the events of that year, how he had died in battle, and become a corpse puppet.
They had trained in martial arts in the army back then, using their merits and skills to become officers and then generals.
In the end, they all died in battle, their bodies taken by Corpse Refining Sect members, refined into corpse puppets, sinking into endless agony, worse than death.
Upon hearing this, Song Changming’s aura became somewhat unstable, he pressed his lips and asked.
"So, my elder brothers, Brother and Second Brother, have also been refined into corpse puppets?"
Song Bao fell silent for a moment, then spoke: "I’m sorry."
Song Changming’s anger instantly escalated.
He rarely got angry, especially this kind of explosive anger.
Even the inner Qi inside his body became somewhat unstable, flames surfaced on his skin, wisps curling around him.
"Changming, be careful, they’re difficult to deal with..." Song Bao seemed to want to say something more, but his remaining consciousness gradually vanished as the corpse puppet’s body returned to silence.
"Is there a way to save you?" Song Changming asked immediately upon seeing this.
Song Bao shook his head for the last time, not knowing whether there was no way to save him or if he didn’t wish to be rescued.
The corpse puppet stood there, beginning to decay.
As for Song Bao’s residual soul, it was completely freed.
Song Changming remained silent, standing still, his mind unable to calm down for a long time.
Nan Chen Guang observed him from the side, his gaze suddenly falling upon the child he was holding.
The light of his sword flickered again, sweeping straight towards the child in Song Changming’s hand.
Song Changming lifted it up, retreating to the side.
"She is still useful to me."
Nan Chen Guang gave Song Changming a deep look, said nothing, turned, and left with the severely injured swordsman.
Before leaving, he suddenly said.
"Next time we meet, let’s settle the score, Song Changming."
His voice was bright and full, though it didn’t reveal too much emotion.
As Nan Chen Guang left, Song Changming found a spot, used his saber to dig a large pit, and buried Song Bao’s body inside.
After finishing, Song Changming’s mood slightly calmed down.
"Pretend to be asleep again, and I’ll throw you into the fire pit." Song Changming sat next to the fire, spoke in a light tone.
As soon as these words came out, the little girl pretending to be dead beside him trembled all over and obediently sat up.
"Why not use the power you just displayed on me." Song Changming continued to ask.
The little girl looked at the Dragon Pattern Saber still unsheathed in Song Changming’s hand, showing a terrified expression.
"Explain, if you say anything bad or deceive me, your fate will be the same as his." Song Changming glanced at the corpse of the Corpse Refining Sect member by the river, reminding her.
His voice was always calm, his appearance not fierce, but the murderous intent on him made the little girl feel it clearly.
Frightened, she shivered like a newborn fawn.
"This is a pupil technique I’ve had since birth, that gentleman said it’s a demon’s power, it can disperse people’s spirit, but it only works by surprise, it’s ineffective to those who are on guard..."
The little girl feared Song Changming’s saber, shrunk by the rock, honestly confessed.
"Perform it on me." Song Changming suddenly demanded.
"But, but I can only use it once a day, if I use it too much I’ll faint..." The little girl didn’t expect Song Changming to suddenly make such a request.
"I don’t want to repeat myself." Song Changming looked down coldly.
Even if the little girl appeared fragile and harmless, he wouldn’t forget that she was with those Corpse Refining Sect members.
Although the little girl was scared, she could only look up, meeting the cold eyes of Song Changming.
She gathered her breath, blinked her jet-black eyes, and when they opened again, they were powder pink.
A special faint pink energy seemed to flow from her eyes, transmitting to Song Changming’s body.
Song Changming immediately felt his Nether Sea wobble, his spirit body was affected, for a moment it seemed like he was about to lose control of his body.
But in the next moment, the ice heart in his Nether Sea worked again, stabilizing the Nether Sea and his spirit body in an instant.
Indeed, as the little girl said, if one’s heart was guarded against it, her pupil technique’s power could easily lose its effectiveness.
Song Changming didn’t call it off, the little girl clenched her fists trying to hold on, until her spiritual power was completely exhausted and she collapsed unconscious.
When the little girl woke up again, it was already nighttime, surrounded by fog, darkness everywhere, devoid of any light.
"Mom..." The little girl was alone in the darkness, extremely frightened, she could only shrink as much as possible under the ragged cloak.
Thunk!
Suddenly a huge object fell in front of her, she focused her gaze.
It was the corpse of a bear, its grotesque head facing her, terrifyingly, she screamed and rolled off the stone in fright.
The small body that hadn’t practiced martial arts quickly bruised and battered, picked up by Song Changming, and placed to the side again.
Song Changming reignited the fire pit, the light illuminating the surroundings.
Only then did the little girl realize that she was no longer by the river where she was before she fainted.
In fact, she’d been unconscious for a whole day and night.
The forced use of her power had exhausted her, and it was only now that a small amount of her spiritual power had recovered.
"Su Qingqing?" Song Changming spoke as he handled the bear meat.
The little girl heard the name and immediately looked at Song Changming.
Song Changming casually tossed over a small jade token.
He had found it on the little girl.
It was inscribed with three ancient characters, translating to Su Qingqing.
This was an identity jade token.
"Are you from Ancient Abyss Country?" Song Changming asked further.
"Yes..." Su Qingqing tightly gripped the jade token, pressed it against her heart.
The ancient characters on the jade token passed down from Ancient Abyss Country, while most identity jade tokens in Da Han were engraved with contemporary simplified characters, only people from Ancient Abyss Country had a long heritage, using ancient writing.
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