1231 It's better to ask me

eir guns."A handgun... I looked at Lin Yanhuan in surprise. What kind of person was he, that his bodyguard could even be armed!"Look at these bodyguards, each with a blank expression on their face and...When I was in Miao Wang City, I saw the Great Corpse King. At that time, the murderous aura on his body was not heavy.

It is said that the Great Corpse King was once also betrayed. A traitor secretly used fresh, bloody qi to gradually taint the aura of his tomb. Until the murderous aura became too strong, the Great Corpse King almost lost his sanity and even Long Xiaoge attacked him.

Besides the Great Corpse King, almost all other Corpse Kings in Long Xiaoge's ancestor's tomb are aggressive and lack their own thoughts, "surviving" under the powerful aura of the Great Corpse King.

There are too many practitioners who pursue longevity, and after enlightenment, most people realize that this is an illusory pursuit.

All things in heaven and earth are born and die in endless cycles.

A small number of people may lack natural talent and opportunities, but they are unwilling to face life, aging, sickness, and death like ordinary people. Therefore, regardless of their sect or school, most cultivators pursue immortality.

Those who take shortcuts rarely achieve the desired results.

This mottled, black-brown, withered skin is the kind found on old monsters. It looks like some kind of animal's hard carapace, tightly adhering to its bones.

On the throne before me sat not a witch, nor a phantom of a witch, but a shriveled corpse.

This body is just a skinned skeleton. I couldn't see it clearly just now, but upon closer inspection, I realize that this skeleton is dressed very lavishly.

It is a kind of simple grandeur, layered and stacked, ancient and dignified. It looks somewhat old, but not decayed at all.

If these were the original clothes of this body, the fabric would have surely rotted away long ago. It's impossible for the corpse to be completely dried out while the clothes are still perfectly preserved...

So, this corpse is regularly getting dressed

Won't it also be some kind of Corpse King If I get too close, will it pretend to be dead...

I lowered my head to look at my hands, feeling a pang of shame—my own figure was starting to blur. Was I even worried about my anger provoking the Corpse King Did I even have any life force left in me anymore

Having seen this chaotic scene, I should have no way back.

You are actually very intelligent.

That sound drifted softly.

I was taken aback, unsure of what she meant.

The witch murmured softly, as if to herself, or perhaps not even herself speaking—but rather the richly dressed corpse.

I couldn't help but walk towards the throne, yet it seemed as if an invisible space separated me from it. I remained standing before the corpse, carefully examining every detail.

You know many things, which is admirable because you are self-aware. I actually like you quite a bit. You don't get arrogant despite your abilities and you always try to help the Wu clan people... It's a pity that the blood gu on you has faded... Too much... Faded to the point where I can't consider you equal.

A blood gu one generation doesn't breed, it can hardly continue. You already have two generations without a blood gu, the third generation will disappear completely……

Without the blood gu of the witch clan, your abilities will gradually disappear... Don't you feel like you can't understand or learn about these witchcraft things The so-called mystery you speak of is actually buried in your bloodline. It's a pity that your bloodline has already... faded.

"... It's not just about bloodline, I think consciousness is also important. I grew up in an environment that had almost nothing to do with sorcery, so you can't see me as one of your own. Perhaps my consciousness clashes with the Shaman tribe's way of thinking... I don't have the same devout faith as the Shamans."

The witch smiled gently. You carry the bloodline of the Witch Clan, but lack the inherited Blood Gu. Even if you cultivate, you'll never understand its mysteries and will only be an ordinary, unremarkable person.

"An ordinary life isn't so bad, as long as it's peaceful and smooth. Being content and happy, not doing evil, not harming others' virtue, I think it's pretty good. I don't aspire to be famous or pursue immortality. Even if I'm with Mu Wanchen, I haven't thought about living forever like an ancient being. A few decades is a few decades, then I'll just go wherever I need to go."

Anyway, I don't know where to go now that I feel so lost. I might as well just say what's on my mind.

"I don't want Mu Wanchen to bear the responsibility you've given him. His silent profile looks so heartbreaking. I hope for a simple life with him, whether it's loving or arguing, as long as we can do whatever we want and not be bound by responsibility... You high-and-mighty divine witches should not understand the joys of ordinary couples, right A little bickering is good too."

An ordinary couple.

The witch's voice trembled slightly.

I thought she would refute my "foolishness," after all, for those with extraordinary abilities and bloodlines unlike ordinary people, cultivating immortality and achieving enlightenment was their path. Ordinary people's lives and pursuits seemed to them like stagnation and self-destruction.

But the witch suddenly laughed, her laughter shifting from ethereal and distant to tangible and present.

It sounded as if the voice had suddenly appeared right before me, becoming real and imposing!

And there was a hint...a hint of madness.

"Just ordinary mortals!" she sneered softly.

I took two steps back, staring at the throne in the chaos, and frowned. "What did I say to make you laugh like that What's so funny about a mortal couple"

"Humph... Hahahaha... mortals, a couple." She repeated, her voice laced with annoyance: "Back then, he said the same thing! And what happened What happened..."

I... I have stirred up a hornet's nest, haven't I Who is "he" she refers to Did he betray the sorceress

“Ordinary couples... aren't as carefree and happy as you think... They may appear indifferent, but after years of indifference, all that remains is mere emptiness. I don't understand why he would stay with her in such a dull and tasteless life. This so-called filial piety, weighs heavier on him than the entire world and all living beings.”

The witch's voice was laced with fury: "To even choose to merge souls with her in the end! Do you understand To merge souls... He was the Divine Witch King! To actually merge souls with a mere mortal woman, how could I possibly continue to let his madness run rampant!"

I took two steps back, this, this...

This watermelon seems, a bit big…

Although I know this isn't the right place or time to gossip, the stories in Wuji's words are just too captivating—could these bigwigs really be troubled by love

I thought the immortals who would be troubled by love were as rare and precious as Master.

"You're saying...the God-King Which one It doesn't seem to be the same level as the Shaman King..." I carefully ate melons.

The witch's voice was calmer now, she sighed softly and spoke slowly: "Witch King... millions of years ago, when we still lived in the world, earthly kings feared and revered us. They divided their land, giving us territory and people. That is how the title of the first Witch King came to be..."

I've only caught glimpses of it here and there. There are some mentions in the bamboo slips housed in the library of the Wuzhishan City, but the writing resembles oracle bone script, which I can't read. I've been trying to piece it together based on what little I understand, luckily there are also some archaic illustrations that provide clues.

The original shaman king should have been a god shaman named Wúxián, perhaps Even the country was named after him.

Wushi, who was also the leader of the Ten Witches of Ling Shan, possessed the greatest power and wisdom among them. Not only was he powerful in magic, but he was also skilled in governing his people. It is said that during his time, Wushi's country was incredibly prosperous, as recorded in our ancient texts.

But how much treacherous intrigue lies behind these beautiful myths, besides the Ten Witches of Ling Mountain, perhaps no one knows.

After the disappearance of the Ten Witches of Spirit Mountain, the title of Witch King became a position, an agent, remaining in the world to continue protecting the witch clan. After all, they had once been a nation, and this legacy was too great.

"The person on this throne, couldn't be the Divine Shaman…Wuzhi" I whispered.ed visible was the ambiguous back view of one leg wrapped around his waist.That aunt exclaimed, "Ah!" and hurriedly said, "Sorry, sorry! This is—" She quickly exited the door.I quickly pulled on my th...