Chapter 28

PS: A colleague got drunk at a birthday dinner and just woke up. This long chapter makes up for yesterday's, and also thanks to GG Ai Wuju for the tip! There will be more updates today!

Cold.

Not sure if it was due to the weather or the naturally low temperature at night, Lu Wushuang felt a chill all over her body, as if someone was blowing cold air on her neck. She shivered from time to time, and the cold seeped into her bones.

"Poor thing, but how could such a thing happen? If it were me, I would have chopped those guys to death with a few strokes!"

"What h... happens next?"

She smacked her lips and couldn't help but shiver, moving closer to the fire, as if it made her feel warmer. She swallowed hard and continued, "What happened to those people?"

Subconsciously, Lu Wushuang felt that the story, which had initially made her sigh with emotion, had taken a different turn.

"What happened?"

"Of course, they died!"

Sitting by the fire, Yue Yuan glanced at Lu Wushuang, who was slowly turning into a quail, and suppressed a smile. In a low, deep voice, he said slowly, "And they died in a very tragic way. Those few martial artists died in various bizarre postures by the stream, their faces twisted in terror, as if they had seen something extremely frightening before they died! It's said that they were killed by the beautiful Chu Renmei who had died!"

"Stream..."

"By the stream?"

"Also, didn't Chu Renmei die? How could a dead person... Could it be!!!"

Lu Wushuang nervously repeated the words that seemed extremely abnormal at that moment, her beautiful big eyes wide open, staring at Yue Yuan.

"Right!"

"By the stream, just like the one next to us!"

Yue Yuan nodded seriously, pointing to the stream behind Lu Wushuang and throwing a stone into the water, which made a splash.

"..."

Turning her head to glance at the dark distance, the firelight couldn't reach the stream behind them. For some reason, after hearing Yue Yuan's confirmation, Lu Wushuang slightly moved closer to Yue Yuan.

It seemed that being close to the fire was safer than being close to a Taoist.

Yue Yuan noticed Lu Wushuang's small movement but didn't say anything. The young girl, while afraid, asked with interest, "What happens next? Are these four dead martial artists related to the Chu family who once lived by the stream?"

Girls, indeed, are contradictory creatures.

While marveling at Lu Wushuang, Yue Yuan didn't mock himself for being so bored that he would tell a horror story to a young female hero at night.

Moreover, to make the horror story more engaging, Yue Yuan had reorganized the plot and background. For example, when Chu Renmei died, she was wearing white, which was common among female martial artists.

At the same time, the extras who died were replaced by members of the Beggar Sect and the Quanzhen Sect, making it more relatable for the young girl, Lu Wushuang.

Even more, Yue Yuan added an extra role to his own Pure Yang Sect—exorcist.

After all, in the era of flourishing Buddhism and Taoism, even in the martial arts world, Taoists and monks often had other side jobs, such as performing rituals.

"And then..."

Under Lu Wushuang's fearful and expectant gaze, Yue Yuan continued his personally adapted horror story in a long, slow tone, "Because of the strange events in this area, many senior martial artists came to investigate, but all failed. Finally, at the request of the families of the dead martial artists, a young monk from Shaolin Temple and a young Taoist from my sect came down the mountain!"

"Wait, Daoist, stop for a moment!"

At this point, Lu Wushuang seemed to notice something and interrupted Yue Yuan, asking in confusion, "Does Shaolin Temple also do... ghost hunting?"

Shaolin Temple, of course, doesn't catch ghosts!

They chant scriptures and fight, and meddle in other people's affairs!

While internally mocking Shaolin Temple, Yue Yuan didn't say it out loud but instead said with certainty, "Of course, it's just that ordinary martial artists rarely know. Those who have a deep relationship with Shaolin monks know that they are responsible for this as well!"

"Oh!"

Lu Wushuang was stunned. In the era of "The Return of the Condor Heroes," Shaolin Temple rarely appeared, and the most prominent monks were from the Tianlong Temple in Dali, with Dharma Master Yideng being the most notable. Nodding, Lu Wushuang asked, "Does Dharma Master Yideng also do this?"

"..."

Staring at Lu Wushuang in surprise, Yue Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Dharma Master Yideng has extremely high martial arts skills, but he is not skilled in this area!"

"Why?"

Lu Wushuang was taken aback. In her view, since even Shaolin monks could catch ghosts, Dharma Master Yideng, who had connections with Shaolin, should be the same. However, she was surprised by Yue Yuan's negative answer.

"Simple!"

Yue Yuan raised a finger and explained seriously to Lu Wushuang, "Because Dharma Master Yideng became a monk later in life and was not a child monk! You see, catching ghosts requires corresponding cultivation and conditions, not just any Taoist or monk can do it by picking up a ritual instrument!"

I see!

After Yue Yuan's explanation, Lu Wushuang looked enlightened and moved closer to Yue Yuan. For some reason, she felt the cold behind her getting colder. However, she was still very interested in the story, despite feeling guilty deep down.

Yue Yuan was naturally satisfied with the power of his story. He didn't just tell a horror story; he first turned it into a romantic story and then back into a horror story.

The sound of the stream was very clear in the quiet night, with only the occasional crackle of the fire.

As Yue Yuan's story deepened, Lu Wushuang had unknowingly moved next to Yue Yuan, listening intently while occasionally glancing at the dark stream.

"When the monk from Shaolin Temple and my senior came to the stream, they found that the situation was far more complicated than they had imagined."

Taking a deep breath, Yue Yuan's face became very serious, as if he could feel the anxiety and fear of the monk and the Taoist. He said slowly, "After spending a day and a night by the stream, my senior discovered something extremely terrifying and shocking at midnight the next day."

"What was the shocking thing?"

Feeling that the story was about to reach its climax, Lu Wushuang, feeling the cold, couldn't help but pull her feet in, curling up and staring at Yue Yuan's face, asking, "Did the monk and the Taoist encounter danger?!"

"Exactly!"

"The high monk from Shaolin Temple died while sitting by the stream at midnight!"

Nodding, Yue Yuan said in a surprised tone, "The situation was truly shocking. Do you know what the high monk looked like before he died, Miss Wushuang?"

"Ah?"

Lu Wushuang was startled, as if she had thought of something, and was about to speak when Yue Yuan continued, "The high monk looked exactly like the previous dead martial artists. His tongue was out, his eyes bulged, almost popping out of their sockets, his face was twisted in terror, and his complexion was pale and blue, with black lips. The high monk died like that!"

"..."

Swallowing hard, Lu Wushuang's hand gripped the silver crescent saber in her chest. She couldn't help but imagine the dead man's appearance, and she was truly scared, her face turning pale.

"When my senior discovered the body of the high monk from Shaolin Temple, at that moment... a strange sound came from the stream behind them!"

"What kind of sound?"

"It was like something slowly crossing the water, stepping on it, with wet shoes and clothes, slowly wading over, the splashing sound making the senior Taoist's heart tighten!"

"He felt that the unknown thing was slowly approaching him, and it was even blowing cold air on his neck!"

Yue Yuan's voice became lower, and the atmosphere grew heavier.

Lu Wushuang, listening to the story, was imagining and feeling the atmosphere, her right hand unconsciously touching her cold neck. She had a feeling that something unpredictable would happen with this luxurious Taoist.

Just tonight, Lu Wushuang had a feeling that things would go unexpectedly.

"The senior Taoist slowly turned around and found a strange person standing behind him, almost face to face when he turned his head..."

"W... Who... was it?"

Lu Wushuang started to stutter, realizing that the story had reached its climax. Though she was very afraid, she was still very interested in what the Taoist saw, staring at Yue Yuan, waiting for the final answer.

"The senior Taoist saw..."

Meeting Lu Wushuang's gaze, Yue Yuan suppressed his laughter, and without her noticing, he took out a small flashlight from his sleeve and turned it on, shining it on his chin. In a hoarse voice, he said, "He saw this!"

The flashlight light shone up from Yue Yuan's chin, making his face look extremely pale and eerie, and with his current grim expression, he looked like a ghost appearing in front of Lu Wushuang.

Instantly—

"Ah!!!!"

"Ghost!!!"

A terrifying scream erupted from Lu Wushuang's mouth, and she threw the silver crescent saber at Yue Yuan. At the same time, she jumped up, her speed and strength surpassing even Chu Xiang's lightness skills, leaping backward.

"Ha!"

Turning his head, Yue Yuan caught the saber Lu Wushuang threw and laughed so hard he bent over. For this stubborn and slightly temperamental Lu Wushuang, Yue Yuan had planned to give her a small lesson. Physical force was not his choice, so he chose another way.

As long as he could suppress her temper, it would be easier to lead her in the future.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Jumping three yards away, Lu Wushuang felt her heart almost jump out of her chest. Supporting her knees and panting heavily, her face pale and angry, she glared at the unscrupulous Taoist laughing by the fire. At that moment, she wanted to strangle him and cut him into pieces with the saber, throwing him into the stream to feed the fish.

If she weren't worried about being overpowered and getting a lesson herself, Lu Wushuang would have acted.

"Alright, just joking! Come over and warm yourself by the fire!"

Seeing Lu Wushuang so defensive, Yue Yuan knew that in the coming time, she would either be obedient or cause more trouble. However, he also knew that he had scared her enough, and this lesson would be profound.

One could say, the impression of Yue Yuan would be deeper than that of Yang Guo.

"Humph!"

Lu Wushuang, still furious, wouldn't give up so easily. Just as she was about to scold the unscrupulous Taoist, Yue Yuan's face suddenly changed, and he put a finger to his lips, making a shushing sound.

Huh?

Confused, Lu Wushuang suppressed her anger and listened carefully. Her face changed again as she leaped back, jumping behind Yue Yuan, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at the dark stream nearby.

This is the world of "The Return of the Condor Heroes," not "A Chinese Ghost Story"!

Similarly, Yue Yuan's face became serious, his eyes fixed on the darkness.

In the focused attention of both, they heard a splashing sound coming from the distant stream. By the moonlight, they seemed to see a white figure, covered in water stains, approaching them.

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