Chapter 28 : Soul Resonance is like a Butterfly , Youth ...​

Like a butterfly , the young man threw himself into his arms without hesitation , his expression a little flustered .

Zhenren hugged him until their bodies were pressed together . He could clearly feel Bo Yezhu 's unsteady breathing and violently beating heart .

He patted Bo Yezhu on the back and said , " It's okay , do n't be afraid . "

Bo Yezhu didn't say anything , but held on to his clothes tightly , not even noticing his fingertips digging into his flesh . His pupils trembled and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead .

" It hurts so much ... " He uttered the words in a tiny voice , and the real person paused .

The curse spirit didn't know what was going on and could only try to comfort the person in his arms . However , it did n't work and the young man collapsed in his arms .

Bo Yezhu breathed hard , and instead tried to comfort Zhenren : " It's okay , Zhenzhen . This is something you have to go through ... "

" Don't talk for now , Azhu . " Zhenren grabbed his intact hand , and even though he was panicked , he tried to keep his tone steady .

Even the omnipotent special curse spirit hated its own powerlessness at this moment . Zhenren felt his clothes were wet , and Bo Yezhu 's intermittent crying was heard .​

His Azhu , the Azhu he took care of carefully , the Azhu he was afraid of pain and tiredness , now leaned on him with a pale face , and even lost the strength to hold on to his clothes .

It was unknown how long it had been , and the surroundings had fallen into darkness before Bo Yezhu 's body moved .

" Really . "

He heard a faint cry , and the master shook his hand and asked in a low voice : " How are you now ? "

" Success . " Bo Ye Zhu just murmured .​

He stood up and immediately gasped due to the slight pain all over his body , but he did n't care and just grabbed the real person . The moonlight fell on his face , and his beautiful eyes were frighteningly bright .

The real person looked at him , and the heartbeat from his soul began to beat again , jumping and jumping , and the noisy rhythm seemed to have no frequency .

But soon , he held his breath and met Bo Ye Zhuliang 's overly intense eyes .​

The cursed spirit felt it in disbelief .

The beating of the soul , at this moment , is completely in sync with the human being in my arms .

The restless soul , the uneasy soul , the soul that seemed to want to break free from the shackles , at the moment when the heartbeats were in sync , it immediately crawled down obediently and did not move anymore .

The real person 's Adam 's apple rolled , and he looked down at Bo Ye Zhu , his voice dry : " What did Zhu do ? "

This is by no means easy to do .

" It's a ritual . " Bo Ye Zhu whispered , " He told me that the ritual can only be activated once . After that , the body ca n't activate it a second time . "

He left the real person 's arms , looked at the palm where he was wrapped , and then looked at the other one , but it was too dark around and he couldn't see anything .

The remaining pain in his body made him pull down his lips and say to the real person : " I can't walk anymore . "

The curse spirit squatted down silently and carried him on his back .

The darkness did not pose much of an obstacle to the cursed spirit 's vision . Bo Ye Zhu leaned on his back and whispered about what had just happened .

This technique , which can only be activated once in a lifetime , completely connects the souls of Bo Ye Zhu and Zhenren , and the side effects it brings are also quite strong .

Most of his blood had been drained away .

Bo Ye Zhu touched the earring on his right ear and said , " What a miraculous trick ! I don't know how they did it . The blood that was taken from me is stored in this earring , but it's such a small drop . "

He rambled on , as before , seemingly endlessly : " I thought I only needed to paint Zhenzhen on the umbrella , but I did n't expect this step would be necessary . Fortunately , fortunately , how long has Zhenzhen been in this world ? "​

The real person thought for a moment and answered him : " About six or seven years ? "

" You are really lucky , Zhenzhen . "​

A clear voice rang in his ears , and Bo Yezhu calculated for him : " If Zhenzhen was an outsider , she would have been killed in two or three years , but I saw Zhenzhen . "​​

" No ... I think it was in the third year . That would be almost the third year , right ? "

" Well , yes . "​

" I drew an umbrella for Zhenzhen , so nothing happened . "​​

Then came the second three years , which is now . The only special-grade cursed spirit was really conspicuous , and the real person 's situation was actually quite dangerous .

The method of killing the cursed spirit is also very simple . When the supply of cursed power disappears and human negative emotions are no longer transformed , the cursed spirit will die sooner or later .

After the real person unfolds his domain , the remaining magic power can only last for more than a month .

At this time , the second Bo Ye Zhu opened his eyes .

As short as a dream .

It was like he showed up just to get the real person to stay .

" Do you really know why an ordinary pen ca n't write your name ? "

" Is it because I 'm not human ? "

" Not only that , because there are no real people or cursed spirits in this world , there will be no real people in Bo Yezhu 's life . " Bo Yezhu said , his spirit was not sure if it was stimulated , now he was particularly excited .

He put his arms around the Curse Spirit 's neck . The distance was not long , and the Curse Spirit deliberately slowed down its pace and listened to him attentively .

Bo Ye Zhu : " The last outsider died , but the Bo Ye family owed them a favor , so there 's a glimmer of hope . "

The last outsider ?

Tianyin ’s prophecy instantly emerged in Zhenren ’s mind — that outsider must be the one in the prophecy !​

Bo Ye Zhu continued , " Everything we 're experiencing now is the Second World . I 'm not quite sure what happened in the First World either . "​​​

" Azhu , will people in the second world remember things from the first world ? " Zhenren immediately understood what he meant . Is n't this the rebirth theme that was very popular in his previous life ?​

" The clan leader still remembers it because he owes someone a favor , so he ca n't lose his memory . But he does n't care . "

The patriarch was the old man they saw in the afternoon . He looked in good spirits . Bo Yezhu said he was over ninety years old .

When they reached the foot of the mountain , they saw a group of people holding lanterns , all of them looking ready for battle . When they saw Bo Yezhu lying on the Zhenren 's back , their expressions tensed .

The man with glasses seemed to have been waiting there all along . When he saw someone , he trotted over and quickly looked at Bo Yezhu . The real person didn't even pay him a glance . The man said in a tone of disappointment : " Young Master , you should go back and rest quickly ! "

A servant holding a lantern led the way in front . This place was not far from Bo Yezhu 's room , and they were immediately brought into a small courtyard .

Bo Yezhu whispered in Masato 's ear : " That was my father . "​​​

Real person : ? !

That middle - aged man wearing glasses just now , is he Azhu 's father ?​

" He wrote a letter to scold you before , and I burned the letter secretly that time . " Bo Yezhu was still muttering .​

Bo Yezhu really did n't have much affection for his relatives . When he got to the room , the servants came forward to treat his wounds and brought him painkillers , which were fed to him by the real people .

" Does this medicine really work ? " Bo Ye Zhu questioned as he looked at the pills .

" Just looking for comfort . " said the chief of the Bo Ye tribe who walked in slowly .

The young man who supported him brought a chair for him to sit down .

The old patriarch leaned on his cane and looked at Bo Yezhu lying on the bed . After a long pause , he slowly nodded and said , " Good boy . "

" You make it seem like I have n't grown up . " Bo Yezhu smiled .

The old man shook his head . It seemed that he just came to check on Bo Yezhu 's condition . He sat down for a while and then stood up and left .

Before leaving , he turned around and spoke more fluently this time : " If you 're not in a hurry to leave , you can complete the remaining ceremonies . We've been under close scrutiny lately , so I'm sorry you can't hold a grand ceremony . "

The Boye family is now keeping a low profile , and there are not many people holding positions in the local area , and they are all minor officials .

Soon, only Uroba Nagisa and Masato were left in the room .

The cursed spirit looked at his lover worriedly , but Bo Yezhu smiled , reached out to touch Zhenren 's face , and whispered , " Zhenzhen is still as beautiful as ever . "

His words were straightforward and passionate : " No matter how I look at her , she 's the type I like . "

The real person grabbed his hand , frowned , and put it down : " Don't touch the wound . "

Bo Yezhu shrank back into the quilt , pursed his lips and smiled . His silver hair had grown a little longer , falling on his cheeks and then drooping on the pillow . His handsome eyebrows and eyes were clearly visible , and there seemed to be a sea hidden in his soft eyes .

The gentle waves invite lovers to sink with him .

" Don't blame yourself , Zhenzhen , " he said .

" What should I do if something happens to you ? " He restrained his smile and said seriously .​​​

The real person didn't say anything , just lowered his eyes , almost unable to breathe . From his body to his soul , he had a trance as if he had survived a disaster .

Their hearts are the same , they always think about each other and never consider what will happen to themselves .

He was sure that when Bo Ye Zhu decided to return to the Bo Ye family , he ignored the consequences of doing so .

Bo Yezhu 's cheeks were still pale , as if he had returned to the small courtyard many years ago , except that his eyebrows and eyes had grown wider and his expression was more lively .

He said it was a victory for them .

He said that he snatched the real person back from God 's hands .

" Actually , the worst - case scenario is that I lose my arms and legs , but it turns out it 's just a blood draw , which is still a good thing . "

" ... What is Zhu 's technique like ? "​​​​

" It should be an exchange , right ? My blood is powerful , isn't it ? After all , it 's a blessing that can be passed down from generation to generation . I 'll exchange it . From now on , my lineage will have no chance of inheriting the divine gift . "

Bo Yezhu counted on his fingers . " But my department has a separate chart , and I 'm the only one who 's single . So , if you round it up , it's a huge profit ! And there 's less risk of being chased by ghosts . "

Finally , he looked at the real person seriously and said , " No matter how you look at it , this is a sure win business ! "

The real person said nothing , but touched his sweat- soaked and wind - dried hair and whispered , " There wo n't be a next time , Zhu . "

He would never let Bo Ye Zhu experience that kind of pain again .​

The resonance of the soul allowed the curse spirit , who was already proficient in soul structure , to suddenly realize new skills .

Feeling the subtle pain like ant bites all over his body , the real person did not even frown .

He only regretted that he had not learned this skill sooner , causing Bo Ye Zhu to suffer pain for so long .

This night was not peaceful . The mess on the altar was cleaned up , and the red umbrella was put back into the box and brought to the patriarch .

The old man sat quietly on the chair , looking at the umbrella with a complicated expression .

The young man stood beside him and did n't say anything .

After a while , Chief Bo Ye sighed and said , " Why didn't I realize how crazy he was before ? "

" Really ? You should get along with each other for ten or eight years before making up your mind . What will you do if you meet a scumbag ? " the old man muttered .

He raised his hand and opened the box .

The red umbrella was taken out by wrinkled hands . The old man grasped the umbrella handle and changed the usual direction to a completely different direction .​

Under the light , dark patterns emerged . His cloudy eyes stared at the umbrella , and he asked the young man to bring the light closer because he could not see clearly .

I don't know how long he turned it before he stopped and looked at the patterns on it . The painter had an excellent memory and he was able to outline a lifelike human face with just a few strokes .

The young man holding the lamp looked down and his breath caught slightly .

Portraits that look like stick figures are generally difficult to identify , and one can only rely on certain features to determine who the portrait belongs to .

On the umbrella surface , dark patterns were reflected by the light , and the real person 's handsome face was smiling . The painter wanted to express all his skills in this bust , and the level of exquisiteness was completely incomparable to the previous portraits .

The old man looked at it for a long time , then raised his head , looking indignant : " If I had known earlier , I would have burned all those romance novels in his study ! "

He pointed at the handsome face , the lines clearly showing the artist 's passionate love , and said to the young man : " My family 's next high priest was kidnapped by this kid ! "