The little parrot who escaped from the ghost world (1)
Wangchuan looked at Xuehu and found that Xuehu had become much calmer over the years. As for Xiaoying, Wangchuan must not let her disappear in the world, but he couldn't get away, so he could only... give this task to Xuehu , Xuehu was very surprised when he heard that Mr. Wangchuan wanted to leave the other side by himself: "Sir, what will happen to Wangchuan Residence if I leave..."
"Don't worry too much, just go find the little parrot. I will use my spiritual power to temporarily seal the other side." Wangchuan waved his hand, and Wangchuan Residence was enveloped in the barrier.
Xue Hu hesitated a little, glanced at the endlessly flowing Wangchuan River, and said softly: "Sir..."
"You have your own arrangements. You have been holding on for thousands of years, and it's time for a new beginning." Wangchuan replied coldly. After speaking, he pinched his index finger and flicked a drop of blood into the Wangchuan River.
This move of Mr. Wangchuan made Xuehu not sure whether she should be happy or sad. After spending all these years with Mr. Wangchuan, she knew that Mr. Wangchuan’s blood could give new life to an incorporeal soul, including those who had fallen into Wangchuan. The corroded soul in the river, the strength of Wangchuan's magic power, is that if he wants to give this drop of blood to someone, the drop of blood will not be washed away in the Wangchuan River until it merges into that person's soul, which means that the snow Fox's beloved can be reincarnated as a human again...
Tears filled Xuehu's eyes and he knelt down before Wangchuan.
"Thank you sir for your kindness. Xuehu will keep his promise and serve you forever and never change his mind."
"Yeah." Wangchuan nodded. After taking the soul-suppressing flute from Xuehu's hand, he didn't know what kind of magic he used. The flute instantly became as big as a match. After casting the magic again, there was a red rope tied to the flute. Wangchuan tied the smaller flute around Snow Fox's neck with his own hands. "You still keep the flute. If you encounter difficulties that you can't solve on the way to find the parrot, you can play the flute and I will teach you how to make it bigger or smaller." With that, Wangchuan made a blow. The mark is on the forehead of Snow Fox, shaped like a red bean, like a birthmark.
This is the first time for Xue Hu to leave the underworld in a thousand years. She has long been accustomed to the hazy mist and lack of sunlight on the other side. After being hit by Wangchuan's palm, she lost her direction. Her clothes are no longer pale and white. , but she was dressed in fiery red. The fabric of the clothes was very little, and her shoulders and thighs were not covered at all, as if they were tightly wrapped around her body. The world watched this beautiful and hot-figured woman standing in the middle of the square. In a daze, Xuehu now has the image of an urban beauty. Looking at the crowds walking around, remembering Wangchuan's warning not to use magic casually, Xuehu frowned...
She didn't know the way, so she had to walk around randomly until she came to an alley with relatively few people, and she breathed a sigh of relief. When she was about to use her magic to find the whereabouts of the little parrot, two young people walked in from the entrance of the alley. Her hair was quite long, dyed colorfully, and she had a naughty face. The one walking in front had her eyes light up when she saw the snow fox, and she said hello with a playful smile: "Hi, beauty."
Xuehu was stunned for a moment and did not respond, thinking that these two people would leave soon. Who knows, her indifference made the two land gangsters even bolder. After the two looked at each other with ill intentions, they looked at each other. Xuehu came over and put his hand on Xuehu's white shoulders.
"Beauty, would you like to make a price?"
Xue Hu still didn't speak. She could feel that these two people were not good people, but she still didn't understand what the other party meant. She just felt that the hand on her shoulder was annoying and made her a little sick...
"Hey, isn't this a mute?" Another little hooligan asked his companion. The companion glanced at Xuehu and licked his lips and replied: "Probably not. He is so beautiful. It would be a pity if he was mute. .”
"Then..." The little gangster winked, his meaning clear.