I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 208 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (75)

As the spell was being cast and read, Feng Qingwu's slightly weak voice rang out.

"Junior brother, I need your help with something important. See you in the secret room of the Nine Stars Palace. Please come back quickly."

After saying that, he cut off contact.

This was the first time he heard Feng Qingwu speak to him in such a serious tone. It must be something very important.

Could it be that they were attacked by demons somewhere?

Or was there something wrong with the wordless heavenly book he had submitted before?

Or has the long-lost, mysterious Moon Shadow Fan been found, and we need to work together to find it?

No matter which one it was, Ye Zhao had to make sure he went back.

As for Hua Jingmian, he could only use a method that he didn't want to use.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about anything else. Ye Zhao left a clone of Jiang Zhaoyue and gave her instructions to wait for Hua Jingmian here and teleport back to Jiugongmen.

Aqi, who was guarding outside the main hall of Jiuxingmen, saluted him immediately when he saw him.

"Immortal Venerable, the Sect Master and Immortal Venerable Qingwu have been waiting for a long time. Please follow me."

Lead the way for him.

Holding the doorplate given to him by Bai Wuxia, he walked into the hall.

He pressed on the bricks in front, and a hidden stone door creaked open.

It was pitch black inside.

Aqi took out a huge night-shining pearl and provided lighting to guide Ye Zhao.

Walk inside along the walls made of thick ice.

The secret room of the Nine Stars Palace is located deep underground. It is frozen three feet deep all year round, and the cold penetrates into the bones.

When he reached the end, Ye Zhao saw Wu Xia and Feng Qingwu standing in front of an ice coffin with their backs to him.

"Brother, sister, I'm back."

Ye Zhao stepped forward quickly.

From his perspective, he could only see through the gap between the two people that there was a person lying in the ice coffin, but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Feeling his breath, Feng Qingwu turned around and ran over to pull him over.

"Junior brother, I really have no other choice. Please save him."

Through a thick layer of ice, Ye Zhao placed his hand on the ice coffin. A white light flickered in his palm, and he could vaguely feel a long-lost fluctuation.

"Inside here..."

Realizing something, the color drained from his face at a visible speed, his breathing became rapid due to disbelief, and his body staggered.

I waited so long that when it came true it felt unreal.

Feng Qingwu quickly supported him, sniffed, and held back her tears.

"Exactly what you thought." Wuxia touched Ye Zhao's shoulder.

Ye Zhao got a positive answer, stretched out his hands and shuddered, and finally mustered up the courage to open the coffin lid.

What came into view was the man's peerless face, his tightly furrowed brows locked with an unremovable sorrow, his closed eyelids shaped like the petals of a lotus bud about to bloom, and his silky black hair covering the entire ice coffin.

Not afraid of the passage of time, no matter how time erodes her, her appearance has never changed.

He was dressed in a spotless white brocade robe, with the collar tightly covering his body, not revealing any extra skin. His slender hands with bony fingers were folded on his abdomen.

If you ignore his chest which didn't rise or fall at all, he didn't look like he had been dead for eight hundred years, but more like he was asleep.

Ye Zhao's steps were unsteady and there was a lot of noise in his ears.

Seeing it with his own eyes still felt unreal. He controlled his trembling hands and gently stroked the man's cheek.

The cold touch spread from his fingertips to every part of his body, but did not disappear into nothingness as usual.

He was ecstatic, his nose sore, "Master, you really are not dead, that's great..."

A sob couldn't be suppressed and burst out.

What a fart!

Ye Zhao contacted the system in his brain, "Get out here!"

[Creaky, creaky, what's up, host?] The system is online on time.

Ye Zhao felt numb inside, "What are you eating?"

No, that's not what he's asking.

[Eating sunflower seeds.] The system is unreasonable but still strong-willed.

Ye Zhao cursed in his heart and went crazy. "Look at this coffin, who is it?"

[Who…Oh my god!]

The system was shocked at first glance and a bag of melon seeds fell out.

Ye Zhao took a deep breath and said, "Tell me, who is he?"

He is really angry!

[The scumbag's master, Yu Jiuqing, is now your master, hahaha.] The system looked gloating.

Then, it jumped three feet high, [Stop! Isn't he ka? ]

Ye Zhao couldn't stand it any longer. "You are the system, you don't know, and you still ask me?"

That’s true. The system will do some testing.

[I can't tell for now, host, stay calm, I'll report the situation to headquarters.]

After saying that, he ran away.

Seeing Ye Zhao's mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, Feng Qingwu felt the same way. "Junior brother, my senior brother and I kept our uncle's body safe. We didn't dare tell you because we weren't sure we could revive him. Until now, I have gathered all the scattered souls of our uncle and placed them back into this body."

Ye Zhao didn't show it on his face, but just called him a good guy.

The person has been dead for so long, it's hard for you to bring him back from far away.

Do you have any other surprises that I don’t know about?

Ye Zhao pretended to be deeply moved and nodded continuously, holding Yu Jiuqing's hand. "But why doesn't Master have a pulse or is he breathing?"

Use the other hand to feel his breath.

"The souls have been found, but they are very weak and require the purest heart blood to stabilize them... We don't meet this requirement..."

Feng Qingwu wiped her tears.

Hearing this, Ye Zhao's eyelids twitched and he had a bad feeling.

Masaga?

He remembered his own character and couldn't wait to ask, "Whose character is OK?"

"This..." Feng Qingwu knew the correct answer, but when it came to this, she was very conflicted.

Yu Jiuqing's importance in her junior brother's heart is second only to his parents. Whether she tells him or not, it would be wrong.

Ye Zhao pleaded, "Just tell me."

To bend your knees is to kneel down.

Wuxia, who was rarely talkative, stopped him and shook his head.

There seemed to be tears in Ye Zhao's eyes.

"His soul was scattered by the Nine Palaces Sect's magic. He needs the blood of the people who stay away from meat and beauty." Feng Qingwu couldn't bear it, but she knew that the truth would come out sooner or later.

Ye Zhao thought to himself, this is just short of reporting his ID card directly.

In an instant, her eyes turned red, "I can do it."

In his hand he immediately held a dagger inlaid with rubies.

He shouted in his heart, "System, system, block the pain, block the pain!"

If he really has to carry it all by himself, he will be in great trouble.

Feng Qingwu stopped him, "Junior brother, think twice before you act. If you do this, you will have to persist for ten years every day, and it will damage your cultivation."

Ye Zhao pulled his hand away, his expression firm and his eyes determined. "I am willing to save Master. I have waited so many years for this day. I... don't want to be alone anymore."

Without saying a word, he stabbed the dagger into his chest.

At this critical moment, his body was attacked violently and he fell in front of the ice coffin, spitting blood from his mouth.

Ye Zhao's face was solemn. The dagger missed the target and a cold chill broke out from his whole body.

Who did it!

Who the hell did this!