Chapter 461 - Whose Bone
Chapter 461 of "Journey to the End of the Night" starts unfolding: Baili An noticed something was off about her and couldnât help but say, âFang Geyu,... Discover more!
Baili An noticed something was off about her and couldnât help but say, âFang Geyu, I think what Heart Demon Miss said makes sense.â
Fang Geyu let out a light sigh, âWhat do you know?â
Baili An was stunned, âWhat do I know?â
Fang Geyu said to the Heart Demon Miss, âIâm very grateful for your assistance today.
However, there are some things Iâd like to verify with him.
Could you give us a moment?
After I clear up the doubts in my mind, I will present these remains to you with both hands.â
There was a subtle shift in her way of addressing Heart Demon Miss, using the more polite âyouâ.
Without making it difficult for them, she went off nimbly and freely towards the slopes behind the mountain.
âCome with me.â Fang Geyu hoisted the remains of the White Bone Corpse and led Baili An to a concealed cave.
The campfire was lit, casting a warm, dim glow.
Baili An frowned at her and asked, âFang Geyu, what do you want to talk to me about alone?â
His frown was because Fang Geyu, at that moment, was squatting by the skeleton, meticulously searching through its white bone garments with her fingers.
Fang Geyuâs beautiful brows arched as she drew a green ancient jade from the skeletonâs waist.
But upon closer inspection, the jade was not wholeâit would be more accurate to describe it as half a piece.
It seemed as if the middle part of this green jade had been cracked open by some force, and on the jade was etched an ancient gold character: âHeavenâ.
The other half of the jade most likely contained another character.
Upon seeing the character, Fang Geyuâs grip tightened unconsciously, and her half-lowered eyelashes veiled her thoughtful gaze, âSi Chen, arenât you the least bit curious about who the owner of these bones might be?â
Baili An fell silent for a moment before speaking, âBlack and red sword robe, fiery Qilin of the long night; he must have been someone from the Heavenly Seal Sword Sect, with a sectâs feather hanging from his waist, heâs not just any ordinary member but the Sect Master of the Heavenly Seal Sword Sect.â
Fang Geyu made a sound of agreement.
Baili An continued with a sigh, âSo it turns out that Sect Master Yu had already perished here long ago; then the current Heavenly Seal Sword Master in the worldâŚ
could he be an impostor?â
âCough cough cough!â Fang Geyu choked, âPerish and the like, such words should not be thrown around carelessly.â
Baili An couldnât understand why she reacted so strongly, âDid I guess wrong?â
Fang Geyu flicked him on the forehead and said, âNot only are you wrong, but youâre also terribly wrong.
You canât go around cursing Sword Master Yu.â
Baili An, holding his forehead, said, âThe deceased has passed, does it really matter who the owner of these white bones was?â
Fang Geyu looked at him with a deep and lingering gaze for a long time, making Baili An feel very uneasy.
Finally, with a sigh, she said something shocking, âWhat if I said these are your bones?â
Baili An was stunned for a moment, the meaning of those words eluding him, though he felt the beautyâs head he had hidden within his clothes seemed to slightly stir.
He chuckled, âFang Geyu, are you tired?
Talking such nonsense, how could these possibly be my bones?â
Fang Geyu spoke seriously, âNeither of us knows exactly what kind of world lies beyond the Bronze Gate; itâs not unreasonable for inconceivable, bizarre events to occur there.
Look.â
As she spoke, Fang Geyu revealed the sleeve of the skeletonâs garment, showing two cinnabar-like dots deeply etched into the right arm bone.
Baili Anâs complexion changed, his eyes abruptly widening as he involuntarily gripped his fingers tight.
His voice turned stiff, âThisâŚ
what is this?â
Fang Geyu wasnât surprised by his reaction, âI remember you have the same marks on your arm, which have persisted for over two hundred years without fading, and not even a corpse demonâs Repair Power could erase them.
Tell me, has that wound grown into your bone?â
Baili An felt as though there was something stuck in his chest, his thoughts a muddle, finding this all too absurd!
No one could stay calm when faced with their own skeleton.
He said, somewhat dazed, âEven soâŚ
that doesnât prove these bones are mine.
Iâm standing right here, and yet youâre telling me my remains were found inside a dragonâs stomach, so what does that make me now?â
Baili An felt this was all too unreal and quickly regained his composure, his hand brushing against his cheek, âPerhaps itâs just a coincidence.â
Fang Geyu also knew this was difficult to accept; had she not witnessed so many things with her own eyes, she would never dare to think it based solely on those two red dots.
âI was once taught by my grandfather a secret technique to pay respects to life and death, to use blood as a guide, to reconstruct a body from bones.
Many immortals would store their fresh blood in treasures in advance.
When they fall and are reduced to bones, their descendants can perform the spell to regenerate flesh and blood.
Although this would not lead to true resurrection, it does provide their descendants and disciples with a complete body to subdue demons and evils.â
âDo you mean you want me to restore this body?â
Fang Geyu looked at him, her gaze unwaveringly persistent, âI want to know the truth.â
Baili An was at a loss with her, âWhat do you need me to do?â
Without hesitation, Fang Geyu began to perform a spell, her soft lips murmuring ancient incantations of divine skills, and soon a red thread of light emerged from her mouth.
This thread wrapped around Baili Anâs index finger, extremely sharp, cutting his skin to draw fresh red blood that dripped down.
âYour cultivation is not deep, and I havenât fully mastered the magic either; thereâs no need to fully rebuild the flesh of the bones.
We just need to see the face clearly.â
With an emotionally heavy heart, Baili An nodded.
Without a word, he let his blood drop onto the skeletonâs white bones.
The blood, soaked with the red thread of the spell, gradually reformed vibrant red muscles on the skeleton bit by bit, followed by skin.
Eyes, nose, lips, ears.
A nearly perfect set of facial features appeared before the two of them.
The tension that had been building in Baili An finally began to relax, and he exhaled slowly, saying, âThis isnât my face.â
But it was strangeâthe face was actually Ying Xiuâs.
Baili An couldnât make sense of it.
Although Ying Xiu, being the Heavenly Seal Sword Master, would normally be dressed in Heavenly Seal attire, how could a sect feather be worn on his person?
Typically, Young Masters of the Sword Sect only wear the Jade, and they are not qualified to wear the feather representing the leader of an entire sect.
Having been in the world beyond the Bronze Gate for so long, this was the first time Baili An had experienced the mystery and unknown of the underworld.
Fang Geyu: ââŚâ
She did not speak; her pupils were jet black and chilling, almost frighteningly so.
As the red thread from her fingertips dissipated, Baili An, looking down and licking his wound, did not notice her gaze.
After a while, Fang Geyu passed him the half-piece of green jade in her hand and asked softly, âSi Chen.â
âHmm?â
âI have something I want to talk to you about, youâŚâ
âAlas, do modern human girls always talk in such a hesitating manner?
Canât they learn from the daughters of our Demon Clan, to boldly offer their love to him when in love?
If he doesnât accept, then knock him out with a club and carry him away.
When youâre alone, embrace and hold your man, and he will become yours, wonât he?â
Before Fang Geyu could finish, from the loose and baggy clothing of Baili Anâs chest, emerged a stunningly beautiful face with enchanting allure, eerily too perfect to be real.