Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 192 Female Ghost

Zhao Yu's words, however, failed to appease Lin Chaoying.

She immediately pressed, "What method?"

Zhao Yu shook his head, avoiding the topic: "It's not the right time yet. In the next few days, I need to consult Brother Yan about some Taoist techniques and thoroughly understand the methods of the Longevity Scripture. I will only take action when I am fully prepared. Don't worry, everything will be foolproof."

Lin Chaoying stared at him for a long time. Seeing that he looked determined and not like he was just putting on a brave face, she barely managed to suppress her unease.

She sighed, "It's good that you understand. You should come back with me and come back tomorrow. I'm worried about leaving you here alone."

"That won't do," Zhao Yu shook his head. "Brother Yan has been guarding this place for many years. It would be too impolite for me to leave so soon after arriving."

As he spoke, he squeezed Lin Chaoying's hand: "Sister Lin, go back first. We still need your help keeping an eye on things at court. I'll pick you up after I've made all the arrangements here."

Lin Chaoying wanted to say more, but seeing his determined eyes, she finally nodded.

She knew that Zhao Yu wouldn't easily change his mind once he made a decision.

"Be careful," she cautioned.

"rest assured."

Zhao Yu smiled slightly, a thought forming in his mind.

Lin Chaoying felt a blur before her eyes, and the next moment, she was no longer beside Zhao Yu.

The side hall fell silent again, leaving him alone.

Zhao Yu looked around, picked up a piece of hemp rope from the ground, flicked his wrist, and the two ends of the rope flew out like nimble snakes, firmly tied to two pillars, taut and straight.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and landed on the rope, his sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind, yet he remained as steady as if on flat ground.

As I closed my eyes and regulated my breathing, the night gradually deepened.

In the dense forest outside Lanruo Temple, a cold wind blew, and the faint sound of a woman sobbing drifted on the wind, intermittent and pitiful.

Not long after, a soft knock sounded on the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

A soft female voice came through the door: "Is anyone home?"

Zhao Yu opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

coming.

He remained motionless, still lying on the ropes, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind blew out, causing the palace door to creak open on its own.

Looking up, Zhao Yu thought to himself, "I came with my female relatives, and the tree demon is quite clever; it sent two of them directly."

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Two women stood outside the door, both dressed in plain white dresses and with beautiful features.

The leader, with her aloof and cold eyes and unparalleled beauty, was none other than Nie Xiaoqian.

Standing beside her was a woman in a blue dress, with a charming look in her eyes; she was Xiaoqing, Nie Xiaoqian's colleague.

The two men looked up and saw that the door was wide open, but the hall was empty except for one person lying on a rope in mid-air.

They glanced around instinctively, but didn't see anyone else, and were momentarily stunned.

Wasn't it said that a beautiful woman would accompany him? Why is there only one person?

Nie Xiaoqian reacted the fastest, regaining her composure, she stepped forward half a step and curtsied: "Please forgive us, young master. My sister Nie Xiaoqian and I lost our way on our journey and ended up in this deserted temple. It's cold at night and we have nowhere to go. We hope that you will have mercy on us and allow us to stay the night."

As she spoke, she covered her face with her sleeve, her shoulders trembling slightly, and began to sob softly, a sight that evoked pity in me.

An ordinary man, upon seeing such a beautiful woman weeping, would likely be captivated and hastily agree.

Zhao Yu lay motionless on the rope, looking down at the two of them.

Her skin was delicate, and her figure was slender. Apart from a very faint aura of coldness surrounding her, there was no trace of death about her.

The female ghost under the command of the thousand-year-old tree demon is indeed quite skilled.

But why send two female ghosts at once? What exactly is this tree demon up to?

"There's a side hall over there, it's quite empty." Zhao Yu raised his chin and pointed in the direction. "If you need to stay the night, go over there."

Nie Xiaoqian paused upon hearing this, looked in the direction he pointed, and her heart tightened immediately.

"Young master, you jest. There lives a big-bearded man in that hall, who looks fierce and menacing. We are just two weak women, how could we dare to go there? Please, young master, do us the favor and let us stay in this hall for the night."

Xiaoqing, who was standing next to her, nodded quickly and said timidly, "Yes, young master, I—I'm scared."

Zhao Yu chuckled inwardly.

Yan Chixia's imposing appearance could indeed intimidate many people.

He didn't expose them, and waved his hand: "In that case, come in. It's cleaner in the corner, please make yourselves at home."

The two women walked gracefully into the hall, their eyes constantly glancing at Zhao Yu.

Nie Xiaoqian asked softly, "Young master, are you all alone here? In this desolate temple, aren't you afraid to find a companion?"

"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Yu chuckled and asked in return, "I see that you two are said to be sisters, but your eyebrows and faces are not very similar. That's strange."

Nie Xiaoqian's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm: "Young master has discerning eyes. We are not biological sisters, but sworn sisters. When we became sworn sisters, we swore an oath to marry the same person and never be separated for life."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Xiaoqing beside her.

Xiaoqing cursed inwardly, "Who wants to marry the same person as you?"

But due to the tree spirit's command, they could only pinch their noses, lower their heads, and respond with a soft "yes."

Zhao Yu found it amusing but didn't expose him. He closed his eyes to rest and stopped talking.

The two women stood in the hall, somewhat at a loss.

Their original plan was to first lure Zhao Yu into losing his mind, and then take advantage of the opportunity to strike.

But Zhao Yu lay on the high ropes, eyes closed and silent, making it difficult for them to even get close, let alone absorb his essence.

Xiaoqing was the most impatient. She glanced at Nie Xiaoqian and, seeing that she was still hesitant to make a move, became somewhat impatient.

She quietly took half a step back, slowly untied the belt of her outer garment, and the garment slipped off her shoulders, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders.

Xiaoqing's eyes sparkled with spring as she looked up at Zhao Yu on the rope, her voice sickeningly sweet: "Young Master—I'm so cold, could you please come down and warm me up?"

As she spoke, she walked slowly forward, exuding a subtle allure.

Ordinary men would lose their composure and be completely at her mercy the moment they met her gaze.

Zhao Yu chuckled, opened his eyes, and looked down at her.

That's it?

Compared to Bai Qing'er's seductive methods, Xiao Qing is like a little child.

With a casual flick of his wrist, a piece of cloth flew into the air and landed on Xiaoqing's shoulder.

"If it's cold, wear an extra layer of clothing. It's windy at night, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Xiaoqing stood frozen in place, a tattered cloth draped over her shoulder, unsure whether to go forward or backward, and her charming smile vanished.

Nie Xiaoqian was also stunned.

They had been at Lanruo Temple for many years, harming countless passing men, but they had never seen anyone so stubborn and unyielding.

Is this person an idiot?

No, someone who could tell at a glance that they weren't sisters and who spent the night alone at Lanruo Temple couldn't possibly be a fool.

"Xiaoqian, what are you waiting for!" Xiaoqing, both ashamed and angry, secretly transmitted her voice to Nie Xiaoqian, "This person must have seen through us. If we don't act now, when will we? Aren't you afraid of Grandma's wrath?!"

Nie Xiaoqian smiled bitterly to herself.

Seeing through it? It's more than just seeing through it.

Zhao Yu acted with ease from the moment he opened the door, clearly having been prepared in advance.

She sighed, looked up at Zhao Yu on the rope, and said in a calmer voice, "Since you've already seen through us, why bother playing tricks on us?"