Lie Huo Jiao Chou Volume 2 Chapter 34

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The sparks of Chiyuan will not extinguish, Bixia's immortal soul will not dissipate, your mortal spirit will never die

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　　However, Xuan Ji didn't have time to enjoy the moonlight because right now, his heart was as cold as the water in the lake.

　　The altar, which was both glorious and dangerous, was filled with evil incantations. It looked even scarier than anthrax virus; if one butterfly managed to escape, it would certainly become a bioterror crisis.

　　Xuan Ji saw strands of long hair surface on the water and planned to reach out when he heard Sheng Lingyuan's gritting voice by his ears: "If you dare to pull my hair again, I will kill nine generations of your family."

　　"Kill, kill, kill, kill whatever you want, after I come back I will immediately transfer my household registration to the company collective one*," Xuan Ji quickly said, "But those butterflies..."

*he was talking about the hokuo(household registration/permit in Mainland).
He still needs to process his papers as he's just a new employee,
and usually, new employees move their personal accounts to the
company's collective one to get benefits

　　"I know."

　　"Then what do we do?!"

　　Right then, a large size 'wild animal' swam in dog style and screamed as water splashed against it. Xuan Ji extended his leg to pull it up, and after careful observation, he realized it was Yang Chao.

　　"Graduate student?"

　　Yang Chao cried as he used all four limbs to cling onto Xuan Ji's thigh, almost pulling down the pants that were the only intact piece of clothes left on the leader's body.

　　Xuan Ji struggled to hold his belt, angrily saying: "What are you all doing?"

　　Yang Chao cried soundlessly.

　　Sheng Lingyuan suddenly said: "The people of Qingping Division are here? How many?"

　　Xuan Ji didn't care about Sheng Lingyuan's wrong word choice and quickly translated. Yang Chao cried and said: "Five, no, hick... six, six people."

　　Xuan Ji: "..."

　　He already couldn't remember history, now he couldn't count numbers below ten, how would he study for graduate school! How came young adults nowadays have so many wild ideas?

　　Sheng Lingyuan: "Counting you and me, we have eight people."

　　Xuan Ji only held onto his belt and not his shoes, and while they were talking, Yang Chao had pulled off one shoe. "You... hm... you sure, Bixia? The unit this bad-performing student had counted may not actually be 'people' but 'livestock'!"

　　"Alive is good enough," Sheng Lingyuan pressed his hand down the lake. From his palm there was a mysterious sucking force, the water line suddenly dropped, revealing a whirlpool. The whirlpool got larger and larger, pulling all three of them with it.

　　Yang Chao's clear and loud scream told the rest of the people of where they were going, Team Leader Wang heard the noise and yelled: "Step aside!"

　　He took out his jacket and threw it into the water, his jacket didn't float away, as if it got stuck on the water surface. Team Leader Wang picked the jacket up, the water was pulled upward with the jacket, creating a 'wall of water' as high as the sky just in time to stop the three that had just drifted there.

　　The others hurriedly rushed forward and pulled the three of them out from the water.

　　The water wall made a 'bang!' as it crashed, Team Leader Wang now saw clearly the person that he just helped up, he was so surprised that he dropped the cigarette, "No... is this the suspect? Nowadays are all suspects this peerlessly beautiful?"

　　He had never met Sheng Lingyuan before, but Ping Qianru had seen the great devil from a close distance at the Chiyuan Hospital. After hearing that, she turned around to look, then screamed 'oh my God!' in horror and sat straight on the ground.

　　Sheng Lingyuan didn't have time to notice them: "Little demon, true fire!"

　　The 'Bluetooth' connection might have violated personal privacy, but it wasn't entirely useless, at least in situations like these, they could cut down the conversing time.

　　Sheng Lingyuan didn't have to open his mouth, he only needed to think for Xuan Ji to know what he wanted to do.

　　Xuan Ji cut his middle finger and pressed out a drop of blood. As soon as it left his skin, the drop of blood turned into a true fire and flew midair.

　　Sheng Lingyuan used the readily available supplies; rows of artificial trees collapsed; the branches and leaves curled into human-shaped dummies.

　　Sheng Lingyuan: "Let me borrow some living human energy."

　　The people didn't even have time to recognize where he came from with his accent when they felt a shivering aura running through their veins like they just stood naked in the dead of winter and the wind took away all their body temperature.

　　Xuan Ji's fire suddenly got broken into numerous light spots. Holding those fresh human energies, it went into five different locations of each dummy's body.

　　There were fires on the once-empty eyes of the dummies.

　　Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand, and they instantly flew away into eight different locations around the mountain ridge, following Fu Xi's Eight Trigrams.

　　At the same time, everyone had a strange feeling, as if they suddenly had a second vision, following the dummies to fly far away.

　　The moment the dummies fell on the ground, the altar also completely surfaced above the water.

　　Then came a rumbling sound.

　　Thousands of Mirage Butterflies got drowned in the water, but there were also numerous of those that escaped. They flew out in groups from the cave entrance, fluttering their beautiful wings back and forth in the middle of the artificial forest, making this area of the mountain looked like the legendary paradise made of fireflies.

　　After that, as if they received an order, the butterflies divided up and started flying toward the dummies.

　　Through the dummies' eyes, the people here could 'see' the butterflies came in groups and surrounded their heads, some came extremely close that they could see the human faces that were briefly sad and happy on the wings.

　　Even though they were already experienced field workers, right now their entire bodies were drenched in cold sweat.

　　Gu Yuexi whispered: "What is this...?"

　　Sheng Lingyuan spoke in modern Mandarin with some difficulties: "Repeat what I say."

　　Xuan Ji recognized it was a sentence in shaman tribe language. Fearing that they couldn't mimic it, Sheng Lingyuan spoke very slowly, the tone was emphasized, making the sounds lingering and gentle.

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