harleyscars Chapter 664
Chapter 664
After Yang Ming left, Cheng Ye turned to look at Cheng Jia beside him, gently brushed the stray hairs that had fallen across her face, and said tenderly, "Jia Jia, it'll be soon! Soon you'll truly come back to life, and we'll never be apart again!"
However, Cheng Jia turned her head mechanically like a puppet, her beautiful but empty eyes filled with doubt and confusion as she stared straight at Cheng Ye, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying at all.
Cheng Ye lowered his eyes slightly, trying to hide the unspeakable helplessness in his eyes, but the observant Cheng Jia still caught a glimpse of it. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "We only need these last few people. After we finish this, I'll be able to gather the number he mentioned. Then, we can reunite very soon!"
When Cheng Ye looked up again, a bright light shone deep within his eyes, as dazzling as the stars in the night sky. He clenched his fists tightly and silently vowed, "This time, no matter what, I will never abandon you and leave alone again!"
Just then, a piercing caw shattered the silence, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. The glossy black crow flapped its wings and flew away from the high branch.
"To be able to carve a piece of wood into such a lifelike and exquisite form, I'm afraid no one else in the world possesses such skill besides him." Hua Yu leaned gently against Zhang Qiling's broad and sturdy shoulders, riding side by side with him on a fine horse, standing together atop a steep and precipitous cliff. At this moment, he held a delicate and exquisite telescope, intently observing everything happening below.
"Brother, do you think there really is a secret technique to resurrect the dead in this small world?" Hua Yu tilted her head slightly, her clear, watery eyes fixed on Zhang Qiling's chin, and asked softly.
After hearing Hua Yu's question, Zhang Qiling remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "As far as I know, this small world has already exhausted most of its spiritual energy in order to withstand 'His' attack. So even if there really is a so-called mysterious method here that can bring people back to life, it is almost impossible to perform and succeed in such a spiritually scarce environment!"
As they spoke, Zhang Qiling reached out one hand to hold Hua Yu tightly beside him, as if afraid that he might fall off the horse at any moment; while his other hand held the reins firmly to prevent the horse under him from suddenly becoming restless.
After a brief pause, Zhang Qiling continued, "Even if the spiritual energy in this small world is still abundant, it's impossible to complete this almost fraudulent secret technique. If such a technique truly existed that could bring the dead back to life, then I too... this technique would be a treasure coveted by numerous races!"
After receiving Zhang Qiling's affirmative answer, Hua Yu continued to focus her attention on the distant camp, seemingly unaware of what Zhang Qiling said next.
Zhang Qiling's eyes were filled with sorrow, as if something irreversible had happened, something that was beyond redemption.
A tense and mysterious atmosphere filled the tent where Wu Xie and his group were. They sat together, discussing important matters in hushed tones.
"Uncle Xu, did you pay any special attention to the woman next to Cheng Ye today?" Wu Xie broke the silence first, staring intently at Butler Xu, as if trying to get some key clues from him.
Butler Xu sat quietly in a small chair, holding a steaming cup of tea in both hands. The fragrant aroma blurred his face. He slowly set down the cup and said in a calm tone, "Cheng Ye seems very anxious, eager to take us to a specific location, but at the same time, he's extremely secretive about it, unwilling to reveal any information. What puzzles me even more is that he seems unusually protective of the wooden figure he's holding!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang exclaimed in unison, "Wooden Man!"
The two men stared at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief. Clearly, they were utterly astonished by this sudden discovery.
Wu Xie quickly pressed, "Uncle Xu, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'wooden man'? I clearly saw that it was a living, breathing person! It just looked a bit like someone with autism."
Fatty Wang chimed in, "Yeah! Uncle Xu, are you seeing things? That's a real human being! At most, his mannerisms are just a little odd!"
As they spoke, Wu Xie and Fatty Wang each dragged over a small stool and surrounded Steward Xu, eagerly awaiting his further explanation.
Butler Xu shook his head helplessly and said with great certainty, "I can guarantee that what he's holding is definitely a wooden doll, but it's made so realistically that it looks just like a living person."
Wu Xie scratched his head and retorted with a suspicious look, "That's true, but even if this wooden figure is made to look very realistic, it's still an inanimate object. How can it be compared to a living person? Besides, look at what we've eaten and drunk along the way, she's eaten and drunk everything without question. Does this wooden figure have a stomach and can digest all this food and drink?"
Hearing this, the fat man beside him quickly chimed in, "That's right! Uncle Xu, think about it, the stuff we eat can all be digested and absorbed normally; but if this wooden man eats all that stuff, how will he digest it? Is he supposed to leave it all inside his stomach to slowly rot and spoil? Wouldn't it take long for it to rot all the way out of his body? Tsk tsk tsk... that smell would probably be quite pungent!"
Uncle Xu stared wide-eyed at the two clowns in front of him, so angry that he almost cursed them out. But then he thought that they might really know nothing about the matter, so it would be inappropriate to start cursing them rashly. However, if he didn't vent his resentment, he would feel extremely frustrated and uncomfortable.
"It seems the young master was right when he said you were stupid! You don't show any intelligence at all!" Butler Xu gave each of you a flick on the forehead.
After letting out a sigh of relief, Steward Xu said, "There are many talented and extraordinary people in this world. Let alone a mere wooden figure that is as real as a real person, even those cultivation novels you often read have such people. It's just that they stay deep in the mountains all year round, so it's not convenient for outsiders to know about them."