If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 448 Sacrifice
Half an hour ago.

At the mass grave, in the sacrificial shed that Aunt Liu had spent half the night building.

Xiaoyu stopped chanting and began to wipe Shaoyao's body and change her shroud.

When Aunt Liu returned to the sacrificial shed in a trance, she not only changed a lake green dress for Shaoyao, but also helped Shaoyao put on some light makeup.

"Has Shaoyao's resentment not dissipated yet?"

Looking at Shaoyao's still ferocious "ghost face", Aunt Liu murmured.

To be honest, Peony died a miserable death and suffered all kinds of torture before her death.

Even if he didn't turn into a vengeful ghost, his swollen, purple, and unrecognizable face would still be ugly.

Not to mention that Xiaoyu only wears light makeup, even if she brings the beauty blogger from her previous life... Well, if the beauty blogger brings a full set of makeup tools, maybe she can help Shaoyao change her look.

But it certainly won't become as beautiful as before, as gentle as water.

Aunt Liu determined at a glance that Shaoyao's resentment had not dissipated, not through judging by the ghost face.

The negative energy and resentment on Shaoyao's body almost condensed into an invisible thick duvet, covering the corpse.

It cannot be seen by the naked eye, but Aunt Liu herself is a "True Yuan Realm master" and her spiritual perception is very sharp.

"Have you found a burial place for Shaoyao?" Xiaoyu took out a small rosewood box from the cloth bag.

The box contained small, milky white cubes, the size of beer bottle caps.

As soon as I opened the lid of the box, a faint fragrance wafted out.

When the fragrance enters your nose, every cell in your body wakes up from fatigue, and you feel refreshed.

"This is Hua Wuxiang?!" Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, then she cried out, "What are you doing?"

She had actually seen what Xiaoyu was doing: stuffing Hua Wuxiang into Shaoyao's mouth, nostrils and ear holes.

She also used Huawuxiang as lipstick and applied it on Shaoyao's bitten lips.

Very magical!

Shaoyao's face was already bruised and swollen, with many torn areas.

After taking Huawuxiang at this time, the swelling disappeared immediately, and the purple bruises were like the colors on an iPad drawing board, easily erased by an eraser.

The tattered flesh seemed to be blessed with nano-repair technology from science fiction movies. "Cells grew" at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh became intact, and the skin was delicate and smooth like a living person, even with a vibrant blush.

"Peony is dead, Hua Wuxiang couldn't save her." Aunt Liu said with a painful look on her face.

Xiaoyu stared at Shaoyao's face from top to bottom, left to right, examining her carefully.

When you encounter discord, apply Huawuxiang immediately.

The disharmony immediately disappeared and the face became perfect as before.

"As expected of the Huawuxiang that is said to bring spring back to dead trees and flesh back to bones, the effect is really good."

Aunt Liu said with a complicated expression: "Even if we restore her appearance now, it can only last for a few days.

Once buried underground, it will eventually rot into mud.

Hua Wuxiang, who could save your life at the critical moment, has disappeared forever."

Xiao Yu stood up and was about to mock her, but suddenly saw a white cloth wrapped around her forehead, so she changed her words and said, "Come here."

Aunt Liu noticed her gaze and forced a smile, saying, "Peony is dead, and even you are wearing mourning clothes. I have a closer relationship with her, so naturally I have to wear mourning clothes too."

Xiaoyu raised her right hand, revealing a lump of ointment on her fingertips, and said, "There's still a little left."

After saying this, he ignored Aunt Liu's attempt to dodge and easily poked his finger into the white cloth.

"Sigh~~~"

Her finger touched a hideous wound, and Aunt Liu took a breath with a grimace.

At first it was stinging, then the ointment turned into a cool liquid that seeped into her head, and she felt indescribably comfortable.

"Ah, I was exhausted from building the sacrificial shed last night. The mass grave was full of rocks and I tripped over a rock. Although it was a benefit to me, I still felt sorry.

It's such a waste to use Hua Wuxiang to treat such a minor injury."

"You came back so soon, have you completed the mission and found a prime grave for Sister Shaoyao?" Xiaoyu retracted the finger that had wiped off the Huawu ointment and asked again.

"After all, I am the helmsman of Qingshui Bay. I just need to give orders. Why do I need to take care of everything myself?" Aunt Liu said.

Xiao Yu said: "Sister Shaoyao doesn't need a very good Feng Shui location, as long as there are mountains and water, it will be fine."

There are mountains and water here, so it would be hard to find it somewhere else.

Western Shu has many mountains, while Yingxiang Prefecture and Tianmen Town have many rivers and lakes.

It is actually quite difficult to find a plain without mountains or water.

"I told them to find a burial place before dark today." Aunt Liu pointed at Shaoyao's body and said hesitantly, "But Shaoyao's resentment has not yet subsided, so she can't rest in peace!

I think you should hurry up and recite more sutras for her, and make sure to resolve the resentment before the seventh day.

How about we carry the peonies to Honenji Temple and look for Master Akajura?
If you chant the sutras together with the master, the effect of salvation will be enhanced several times."

Xiao Yu said: "You don't have to worry about Sister Shaoyao. Her resentment will soon disappear."

"How fast is very fast?" Aunt Liu asked.

Xiao Yu looked up at the sun in the sky and said, "No more than half an hour at most."

“Half an hour?” Aunt Liu was surprised at first, but then she quickly regained her senses and asked doubtfully, “You chanted sutras all night before, but you still couldn’t eliminate all the resentment.

What can we do in just half an hour? "

"There is nothing for you to do here. You should go back to Tianmen Town."

Xiaoyu didn't answer her question, but picked up Shaoyao's body and placed her gently in the coffin.

He also took out gold and jade jewelry, a Jiaowei zither, music scores, poetry collections and other items from the large backpack next to him and placed them neatly next to Shaoyao.

Finally, close the coffin lid and use your palm to pound the palm-length nails into the coffin.

Aunt Liu did not leave, but watched from the side, watching Xiaoyu work and looking at Shaoyao's body in the coffin.

The resentment was not much relieved, and Shaoyao was still an evil ghost.

However, Xiao Yu chanted sutras all night, and by this time the day was bright, the evil ghost was temporarily appeased and did not make as much trouble as it had last night.

"Didn't you say that after half an hour, Shaoyao would be able to get rid of her resentment and regain her sanity? Are you planning to bury her like this?" Aunt Liu's tone was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Xiao Yu glanced at her and said, "It's still several sticks of incense before the half hour is over."

"What can you do in a few incense sticks?" Aunt Liu asked.

"Enough~~~"

Glancing at her forehead which had returned to its smooth and delicate skin, Xiaoyu swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

"Don't worry about it. All you can do is help Sister Shaoyao find a grave."

Xiaoyu looked at Fat Moler outside the sacrificial shed.

He knelt in front of a large copper basin and burned paper money.

"Fat Moler, can you still carry the coffin?" Previously, it was Fat Moler who carried the coffin all the way from the coffin shop in Tianmen Town to the sacrificial shed at the mass grave by himself.

However, he had suffered internal injuries before and had not rested for a night, so he was hurt and tired.

"I can do it!" Fat Moler stood up and asked, "Miss Yu, do you want me to carry the coffin back to Tianbaoju?"

"Carry the coffin and follow me." Xiaoyu said.

Fat Moler lifted the huge yellow pear wood coffin above his head with just one hand.

Xiaoyu ran neither slow nor slow, but as fast as a galloping horse.

Fat Moler gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could, following her.

Aunt Liu's expression changed slightly.

Xiao Fengxian is walking westward, not returning to Tianmen Town in the east!
She opened her mouth to shout, but didn't know what to say.

Touching the smooth and markless forehead, Aunt Liu smiled bitterly and followed the two of them in silence.

Before entering the city, Fat Moler carried the coffin by himself; after entering the city, he was already out of breath.

Xiaoyu sighed, took the coffin from him, also held up the coffin with one hand, and grabbed Fat Moler's collar with the other hand.

It almost turned into a gust of wind, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as "lightning fast".

Aunt Liu, a master in the Zhenyuan realm, tried her best to catch up with him using the light body technique, but she was still a step slower.

When she arrived, Xiaoyu had already placed the coffin in the middle of the road - Lushui Lane, the place where Shaoyao was abducted, Fat Moler was beaten, and the maid Hongxiang's head and body were separated - Aunt Liu also saw a human-shaped depression on the stone wall next to the coffin, which was "molded" out by Fat Moler.

Xiaoyu stood beside the coffin, holding the Qiao Shi sword, which had been transformed into a male and female sword and restored to its original form.

Fat Moler retreated step by step towards the wall, staring at the western intersection with bloodshot eyes as he retreated.

At the intersection there was a strange but tall unicorn, with the Red Leaf Sword Immortal He Xuan sitting on its back.

He Xuan came from the west on horseback. The sunlight from the east cast a golden glow on his face and body, making him look like a god on the majestic horse.

But at this moment, the god looked shocked and a little flustered.

Aunt Liu could completely understand, because she became even more panicked: Xiao Fengxian really wanted to kill He Xuan!

——But how come she happened to be blocking He Xuan’s way, and happened to be in Lushui Lane?

Why is He Xuan here?

Doesn't Your Highness the Crown Prince have any plans?

"Come here quickly." Xiao Yu spoke first, and waved at He Xuan, "Outside is Jixiang Street, with people coming and going. It's too embarrassing for a disciple of Shangbang Sword Immortal to die in the middle of the street."

“Hehehe~~~” He Xuan laughed, lightly squeezed the horse’s belly, and prepared to move forward.

“Hiss, hiss~~~”

The one-horned purple cloud beast was frightened by the murderous aura and refused to move forward. It only pawed the ground with its front hooves and breathed in and out through its nostrils, looking very uneasy.

He Xuan frowned and cursed in a low voice: "A beast is a beast after all."

He leaped forward, spanning four or five feet, and came in front of Xiaoyu, only seven or eight steps away from her.

Aunt Liu swallowed her saliva and, like the one-horned purple cloud beast opposite her, couldn't help but take a few steps back.

He Xuan glanced at the coffin out of the corner of his eye and sneered, "Your life is worthless if you lose it for a bitch."

The evil ghost Shaoyao seemed to sense his approach and began to tremble in the coffin, with a rustling sound coming from inside the coffin.

Xiaoyu gently stroked the coffin board, as if to comfort the evil ghost Shaoyao, and the "rustling" sound quickly subsided.

"Now your life is so precious that you are worthy of being sacrificed by Sister Shaoyao. Before, you were not even as good as one of her toes."

He Xuan laughed and said, "I am very familiar with her toes, they are crystal clear, smooth as jade, sweet and delicious~~ slurp~~~"

He took a sip of saliva, his face showing an intoxicated look, "Especially when I broke them one by one at the end, the fragrance was even stronger, coupled with the screams that were more beautiful than her piano music, it was simply-"

"clang~~~" Qiao Shi's sword was unsheathed, and the man and the sword became one, turning into a white silk thread and shooting towards He Xuan's neck.

"When~~"

He Xuan drew his sword calmly and blocked the flying sword lightly, mockingly saying, "With such a small temper, you dare to assassinate me.

I have many more wonderful stories that I haven’t had time to tell you, do you want to—"

"Swish--" The sword moves on the opposite side suddenly became faster, and He Xuan was not careful for a moment, and was cut on the cheek by the sword energy.

The cut was as long as a palm and had cut onto the cheek bone, with blood oozing out.

"Your sword master Chongda taught you the 'Sword of the Bitch'?"

He Xuan felt sword lights coming from all directions.

Every ray of sword light was so sharp that it stung his sense of crisis.

He had to concentrate on responding and didn't dare to reply at all.

Once you speak, you will open your mouth, and once you open your mouth, you will lose energy.

At this time he must mobilize all his true energy and not allow the slightest bit of "disappointment".

"Is it because your master, the 'Gu Jianxian' Chongda, is not worthy of his name and can only teach you some unorthodox ways, or is it because you are not good enough in learning and can only learn this kind of mediocre skills?"

He Xuan couldn't speak, but Xiao Yu's calm voice came clearly.

He could even hear that her breathing was extremely steady and she was clearly at ease.

He gritted his teeth and began to display his "Red Leaf Conception".

"Earlier in Zishan Villa, I praised your powerful swordsmanship. You didn't take the polite compliment as the truth, did you?
No way, no way? You are a nobleman from a high country, a true disciple of the Sword Immortal, but you are so childish?

Do you think this childish trick can hurt me? No way, no way? "

He Xuan's forehead was about to split open, especially from the repeated "No way", as if a copper basin was placed on his head and the bottom of the basin was hit hard with a mallet.

Not painful, but annoying.

However, even though he displayed the artistic conception of "the bleak autumn wind and the melancholy of parting" that was a fusion of multiple sword intents, he still failed to gain the upper hand. Not to mention gaining the upper hand, as soon as his artistic conception was unfolded, it was torn to pieces by the opponent's fierce sword intent like a painting hanging on the wall.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath before cursing back, "Fuck you."

In fact, he was so shocked in his heart that he had no mood to curse back at all.

——How is it possible? Yu Fengxian didn't use her artistic conception to counter my artistic conception. She only used ordinary sword moves, ordinary sword intent, only one kind of sword intent, to tear apart my artistic conception formed by the fusion of multiple sword intents.

Master clearly said that evolving artistic conception is the step for sword intent to sublimate into sword spirit.

The artistic conception composed of multiple sword intents should be able to crush the simple sword intent!
“Puff~Puff~”

He was only slightly distracted and had random thoughts for a moment, when immediately three sword energies broke through the defense net, leaving three deep wounds on his body.

"Hey, don't you have Chongda's sword spirit in your body? Use it quickly! I've forced you to retreat ten feet and even came to Jixiang Street. You're bleeding all over. It's an ugly scene. Passersby are all shocked!"

He Xuan was startled and glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

As expected, they came to the street.

It was early in the morning and there weren't many people on the road, but everyone was exclaiming.

"Yu Fengxian, you are looking for death!" He finally activated the True Immortal Sword Qi that had been nurtured in his dantian for twenty years!
(End of this chapter)