Chapter 825 — An Old Hand of the Jianghu
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" The Village Head's voice came, and Shen Mu too sensed the dreadfully fearsome imperial might. This imperial corpse was exceedingly formidable, and even showed a tendency to break free of the assimilation, which made him shudder. The three of them made a circuit of the place.
The eight divine dragons had turned to stone once more, still guarding the Empress's coffin, and the Empress's coffin had already closed.
In the hall, apart from them and those sealed demigods and gods, there was no one else.
The Crimson Radiance Divine Son, the Ancestral Dragon King, Luo Wushuang the Divine Blade, the Prince of Qiuming and the rest were not here; no doubt they had escaped. The Village Head made his decision on the spot: "Shen'er, Feng Qiuyun and the imperial corpse will break free before long, and there is no telling whether they will turn on us. This ghost ship is enormous.
Let us leave this place at once and search elsewhere, to see whether we can find a way out!
" Shen Mu shook his head and walked toward the Empress's coffin: "I want to look at the Empress and Jue Wuchen once more. " The Village Head frowned, then suddenly felt somewhat comforted: "Shen'er has grown up.
He likes looking at pretty women now. The pig I raised with my own hands has learned to root up cabbages!
These past years Granny and the others always fretted that the boy had no clue, and now at last his eyes are opened.
" Shen Mu cast his art once more and opened the Empress's coffin. In the coffin, the Empress and Jue Wuchen lay side by side.
Shen Mu drew a long breath and roused the Mystic Body Three-Cinnabar Art; behind him a Heaven-Bearing Gate suddenly appeared! "Shen'er, what are you doing? " the Village Head said warily.
"Summon the souls of the Empress and Jue Wuchen, and question them clearly!
" Shen Mu at once worked his art and said in a low voice: "Rest easy, Village Head. I am not reviving them, only summoning their souls to question them. Once I have asked, I will send each of them back; I will not keep them here.
" The Village Head breathed a sigh of relief: "That is well.
Though sending Her Majesty the Empress's soul back is one thing — there would be no harm in keeping Jue Wuchen's soul.
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" Shen Mu was taken aback and shot him a glance.
The Village Head's old face reddened slightly, and he said hurriedly: "I only feel the woman is too pitiable. If you think it better to send her away, then send them all away. I am growing old, and you are not often at home; sometimes I feel rather lonely, and could use a companion.
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" Shen Mu turned a deaf ear, unfolded the Soul-Pulling Art, and chanted the demon tongue of Youdu, now shifting to the divine tongue of Xuandu, the tongues mingling, the power of the divine art growing ever stronger.
After a while Shen Mu suddenly stopped: "How strange! " He paced round and round the Empress's coffin, muttering: "No soul — how can that be? It is impossible that there is no soul! Even though Mu Tianzun's soul scattered for a million years, I could gather his shattered soul for him.
This woman must have a soul. .
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" "Shen'er, what is it? " said the Village Head. "Jue Wuchen has no soul.
" Shen Mu, doubtful and bewildered, said: "Just now I used the Soul-Pulling Art to gather her soul.
No matter where in the cosmos her soul had scattered, it could not escape the sensing of my art.
Yet when I used the art just now, I could not sense her soul at all — not even a mote of it! This body of hers is itself an empty shell! " "You mean. .
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" The Village Head's expression turned strange: "Jue Wuchen may still be alive? She merely cast off this body of hers, and lives in the world under another face.