As we all know, ghosts have no tears.
Otherwise, when Xue Nu was eating red oil noodles with Gu Xu in the Jingzhou restaurant, she would have been tortured by the chili pepper until her cheeks turned red and she burst into tears.
"She wasn't crying, she was melting."
Kong Xuansanren stared at the snow girl for a while and came to this conclusion with a solemn expression.
After Lu Shiyao committed suicide by jumping off a cliff in Yishan Mountain, her body had already been molded of flesh and blood and no longer human.
It was he who found her remaining soul.
While using the "Zhao Ming Forbidden Technique" to transform her into a ghost, he also used the ice and snow of Yishan Mountain to restore her beautiful appearance during her lifetime.
The term "ice-skinned and snow-skinned" may be just a compliment written by literati when applied to other women; but for the snow girl, it is the real deal.
Because of this, her appearance was forever fixed at the age of eighteen, and she lost her normal sensory perception. The broken soul has been sealed in the cold body for a long time, and it seems to have gradually lost its emotional fluctuations.
Since it is ice and snow, there is a possibility of melting.
However, Kongxuan Sanren knew that the snow girl melted not because of the temperature of the outside world, but because she was burning her own soul.
In this battle, she was determined to die.
The tip of her pen first pointed at the Liangzhou people who were chasing Gu Xu.
An ice wall several feet high suddenly crossed between Gu Xu and everyone, blocking them off.
"Young master, get out of here quickly!" She used the Jinghong Pen to send a message to Gu Xu's spiritual consciousness.
Gu Xu turned his head and glanced at her.
He saw her stepping on the flying snow, rising into the air again, her plain white dress curling like clouds, and her long hair burning like silver-white flames.
During their recent time together, Gu Xu had already appreciated her beauty from various angles. But she has never been as stunningly beautiful as she is now.
Her eyes were filled with tears, like the rippling surface of a lake, reflecting the white world and Gu Xu's figure.
Under the influence of her powerful magic power, a thin layer of frost condensed on each clone of Kong Xuan Sanren, and the movements of casting spells became sluggish.
"Hurry up!" She urged again in her consciousness.
Gu Xu was in a complicated mood at the moment.
He saw the tears on the snow girl's face, clearly felt her rapidly rising aura, and also noticed her determination to return with the enemy.
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However, maybe it was because he sympathized with her experience, or maybe it was because the journey together these days made him accustomed to having her by his side.
Gu Xu didn't want to watch her disappear.
Just as Gu Xu was frowning, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the depths of his mind:
"So this time, do you need my help?"
The voice was exactly the same as his own, and it undoubtedly belonged to the mysterious white-haired boy.
Gu Xu didn't respond to him immediately.
The words of the white-haired boy reminded him that after he cut off the cause and effect from this world, the time was completely ripe for him to advance to the fifth realm - he could take this step at any time as long as he wanted to.
Successfully breaking through means that he will have a new authority.
"Time" and "Cosmos" both helped him get out of his predicament and find hope at a critical moment of his life and death.
Maybe this new authority will also be the key to breaking the situation today?
Taking advantage of the snow girl to temporarily hold back Kongxuan San and the angry Liangzhou people, Gu Xu turned around and got into a corner, took a deep breath, stuffed the prepared elixir into his mouth, and then closed his eyes.
The dim and lightless world of the underworld appeared in front of him again.
The Wangxiang Tower on the towering and dangerous peak was already far behind him.
He strode forward along the road leading to the underworld, and soon came to a pavilion with a simple and strange shape.
This is a hexagonal pavilion with single columns and double eaves. The eaves and corners are raised as if flying. It is covered with black tiles on the top, decorated with numerous sculptures of monsters and monsters with ferocious faces, glowing with a dark red light.
Gu Xu knew that this pavilion was the legendary "Meng Po Pavilion".
Here, the practitioners will drink the Meng Po soup sent by Meng Po, and then let go of the burdens and fetters of the world, and take one step closer to the goal of transcendence.
But today, there is no Meng Po in the Meng Po Pavilion.
Instead, there was the white-haired boy who looked exactly like Gu Xu.
There was a long nail on each of his left leg and right shoulder, which penetrated his flesh and blood and fixed him to the pillar of Meng Poting.
However, he smiled relaxedly and seemed to feel no pain at all.
Gu Xu noticed that the figure of the white-haired boy was somewhat translucent at this moment - not like a living person, but more like a disembodied ghost.
"You're finally here," the white-haired boy said leisurely, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Stop talking nonsense," Gu Xu walked straight up to him, "Just tell me which nail I should help you pull out this time?"
"Don't be so anxious," the white-haired boy said, "Why don't you be patient first and listen to what I have to say? I have a better way to help you solve the problem at hand."
"By the time you finish speaking, Lu Shiyao will be dead."
As he spoke, he reached out and grasped the nail on the white-haired boy's right shoulder.
"Don't pull this one out!" the white-haired boy exclaimed.
This was the first time he saw Gu Xu acting so domineering in front of him, and he was caught off guard.
"Then I'll pull out the other one?" Gu Xu let go and looked at the nail on his left leg.
