Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 163 - 160 - s Truth

Chapter 163: 160 Chapters Truth

This crazed old woman’s appearance suddenly frightened the naked, snotty children around her, scattering them all.

A few braver ones, while running, still shouted:

"It’s been several years, over and over again, only telling this one story, deceiving children for fun.

"Where in the world is there such a foolish dragon?"

"Exactly, exactly. I don’t want to be a dragon, I want to be that Huo Langlong!"

"I also want to be Huo Langlong, just wear dragon scales and become a dragon, fly! Fly..."

Soon, they all ran away as if flying.

However.

After hearing this story, Wang Yuan, looking at the tribulation energy that suddenly surged above his head, couldn’t help frowning.

He felt that this insane old woman, and her story about "Huo Langlong," were somewhat unusual and might not be as simple as a common tale.

However, before he could act, Huang Wu, who had always been instructed not to run out, suddenly transformed into a streak of red light and shot out from the top of his head.

Lightly landing in front of the old woman.

Staring intently at her face, covered with dirt and full of hardships.

After a long while, she subconsciously opened her mouth, and her voice, dry to the extreme, uttered:

"Wet Nurse!"

After the girl ghost called out "Wet Nurse," a slight bewilderment appeared on her face, as if she herself did not understand why she had called it.

But seeing the crazily laughing insane old woman, upon hearing this call, her body suddenly trembled.

Suddenly, she raised her head and grabbed Huang Wu’s slender wrist.

Although the old woman’s arm was as thin as a dry branch, her strength was surprisingly great.

It seemed as though what she grasped was not the hand of a girl, but the last straw of salvation!

Her eyes, full of cataracts and with no focus, were cloudy with tears that silently flowed down her cheeks.

But she seemed completely unaware, still crazily shouting:

"Is it an illusion, another illusion, I hear that voice again that I have heard countless times!

Child, listen to me, that is not a true dragon! It’s a despicable thief!

My poor Xiao Wu, my poor lady!"

However, just by shouting this out to Huang Wu, it seemed to have completely drained the last of the old woman’s strength.

Suddenly, her voice grew weaker and weaker, her expression briefly brightened, then suddenly disappeared in an instant.

Just after that.

As if finally dropping a thousand-pound burden, her body slowly leaned against the corner, the expression no longer contorted, but gradually losing all signs of life.

She died!

The body, which seemingly could have persisted for some days, had been overdrawn countless times without anyone knowing.

Riddled with holes, the oil exhausted, the lamp burnt out.

Death came so suddenly, yet... it seemed inevitable.

Wang Yuan quietly walked next to Huang Wu and brought the slightly trembling girl into his embrace, gently patting her back.

"Xiao Yuan, I don’t know why, but my heart feels so heavy."

Dead people, Huang Wu had seen far too many before, but this old woman seemed somehow different.

Yet sadly, she could not even remember why the old woman was different.

As an observer, Wang Yuan, unaffected by those additional emotional factors, indeed noticed some clues.

The extremely strange King Jing Mansion behind them, had clearly gone through a severe and thorough purge years earlier.

The palace atttendants who had lived with Huang Wu and the Concubine fifteen years before were living witnesses and naturally could not have ended well.

This old woman, whom Huang Wu subconsciously referred to as "Wet Nurse," was very likely a close palace maid of the Concubine,

and also a survivor who had personally experienced a significant "incident" back then!

It was also very likely that it was that "incident" that led to the strange occurrences they were now facing.

"Wet Nurse" was probably running for many years, constantly wandering after witnessing some horrific sight, and her obsession gradually drove her insane.

Once the situation had calmed down, she instinctively wandered back to this place,

lingering near King Jing Mansion, repeatedly telling that incredibly absurd story to passersby, in hopes that the true nature of then incident would not be completely obliterated.

At this moment, she might not even realize what she was saying, nor what the story was metaphorizing.

She only knew to repeat, to keep on repeating.

Her stubborn obsession had sustained her through poverty and sickness, until now, fifteen years after the incident.

It was only after an unexpected encounter with Huang Wu that she finally let go of her last breath.

Even in death, she did not regain her clarity, thinking that hearing Huang Wu’s voice again was just a hallucination.

In fact, even if Wang Yuan and his group hadn’t come, the "Wet Nurse" wouldn’t have lived much longer.

In this cruel world, even the sound-bodied find it hard to meet a good end, let alone an old, sick, mad woman?

"Xiao Yuan, is there any way to save her?"

Huang Wu looked up, her clear eyes brimming with hopeful tears.

Of course, it was not about bringing someone back to life; even selling Wang Yuan would not gather enough Yin Morality for that.

But to let her soul enter the Ghost Path, so it wouldn’t just dissipate.

"I’ll try."

Looking at the dead old woman, Wang Yuan’s face showed his dilemma.

In this world, ghosts from drowning, hanging, starvation... all such accidental deaths are quite common, because their abundant spirit, vigor, and soul allow them to linger as ghosts.

Even someone like Nie Hongying, with a strong soul body, could wait for Wang Yuan’s rescue, despite her scattered spirit and soul.

However, for someone like the "Wet Nurse", old, sick, and mad, her soul had weakened and dispersed with her body, already at the brink, weakened to the extreme.

Just as Huang Wu and Nie Hongying lost parts of their memories, the Small Book of Life and Death is not omnipotent.

The old woman’s condition was even worse at the start; any slight disturbance could completely shatter her.

Even if saved, she would require a long period of recuperation to reach the level of an ordinary person.

"Soul Calming!"

Ding ding ding...

After a long contemplation, Wang Yuan first used the Soul Calming Bell to stabilize her extremely fragile soul.

"Soul Capturing!"

Then, shielding the sun, he carefully extracted her ghost soul like wisps of blue smoke, gathering it into the Merit Golden Wheel behind his head.

To wake her up, he needed to exert much effort.

Turning to Huang Wu, who was eagerly watching him, he comforted her:

"The Earth Que Golden Book records a Magic Artifact called the Soul Nourishing Lamp. Although it’s hard to recover her memories, with gradual nurturing she can eventually reach the state of a normal person.

Your Taiyin Moonlight Technique is excellent at nourishing souls. On the fifteenth full moon night, find a clear spot and hastily start the initiation.

Then, you can personally lead her into the Ghost Path."

At this moment, Lady Peach Fairy, who was dealing with the old woman’s corpse together with Nie Hongying, suddenly let out a shriek:

"Dharma Master! Look!"

Wang Yuan turned his head and saw, in her pale palm, a quiet green scale that looked both like locust tree bark and a dragon scale.

His body shook violently.

Deep in his heart,

"Locust Tree Demon", "Luoyang Dragon Vein Source", "Azure Dragon", "Shed Scale Armor", "Leaping Dragon Gate", "Turbid River", "Third Dragon Gate at Yunhe County Estuary"...

"A common Prince ascending to greatness in one move", "The Emperor who ignored his missing daughter", "Incidents at King Jing Mansion", "Cleared palace attendants"...

Following this dragon scale as a clue, Wang Yuan naturally pieced together a series of intel he encountered during this period.

Fifteen years ago—no, maybe thirty years ago, before Huang Wu was born.

His Concubine, a thousand-year-old Locust Tree Demon born from Beimang Mountain in Luoyang.

Maybe she had already succeeded in turning from a demon to a dragon, transforming into an Azure Dragon of wood attribute as the "Wet Nurse" mentioned, at the estuary of Turbid River in Dengzhou Prefecture!

This True Dragon obviously far surpassed any Coiled Dragon transformed through Coiling Dragon Military Skill.

The latter was just an inferior water dragon, on par only with Flood Snakes.

But a True Dragon was complete with scale armor, horns, claws, self-contained Dragon Energy, and vast Divine Skills.

Wang Yuan’s eyes lost focus as he muttered to himself:

"If the Azure Dragon really had its scale armor stolen, then the ’Huo Langlong’ who rose swiftly in the story would be... Emperor Jianming?!"

Suddenly, he turned his head towards the direction of Yunjing City in the north.

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