"After that, I never heard the voice of my husband again. I didn't know if he was dead, so I waited for him in the cave. Three days later, the husband did not come to meet me; seven days later, the husband did not come; one month or two months later, the husband did not appear..."

In the main hall of Kaixin Mansion, Chen Shuqing told Pu Zixuan vividly about this history, sometimes warm and sometimes sad and vicissitudes, as if everything happened yesterday, and even Pu Zixuan, the listener, was trapped in this story and could not extricate himself.

"How long have you been waiting in that cave?" Pu Zixuan asked.

"Sixty years." Chen Shuqing responded lightly.

Pu Zixuan couldn't help but take a breath: "You can really bear it! Why don't you start a new life elsewhere?"

"Maybe you humans will think that this time is too long and has grown enough to cover a person's life, but I have no other person in the world who deserves nostalgia. Instead of going down the mountain to meet the villagers who want to kill me, or to see the people around you grow old and die, and experience the feeling of loneliness... it is better to have fun with those little animals on the mountain. When I am thirsty, I drink the spring water from the mountain stream, and when I am hungry, I pick the fruits on the mountain. I use stones to mark the cave every day, and I think that the villagers are almost dead, so I walk down the mountain again."

"Have there any changes in Pujiazhuang sixty years later?"

"Mr.'s Stories from Chinese Studio are still there, but it is already called the 'Pu Songling Former Residence', and there are no descendants in it. So I knocked on the door of a neighbor, pretended to be a tourist, and asked the aunt about her. When the aunt talked about her, she immediately praised her, saying that her is a famous writer in the world and the pride of Pujiazhuang. After that, she led me into the house and read "Strange Stories from Chinese Studio". I turned into the article "Fox Marrying a Daughter". When I read "The Russian maids and maids came out for several generations, with new people coming out, with a slim ring on the ring, musk orchids scattered with fragrance,' I couldn't help but cry again."

At this time, Pu Zixuan only regretted that he had not read "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", otherwise he would at least share his emotions with the poor half demon in front of him. His literary attainments in demons and ghosts were not even as good as Zhu Yuanliang, so he had to ask: "What about it later?"

"Later, I left Pujiazhuang, built a small house in the deserted mountains, and lived alone. Monsters and purification messengers could sense each other. I asked about my descendants and learned about the entire Pu family genealogy. But generation after generation, they did not have the power to awaken and purify themselves. I almost thought I would go through this life alone as a monster. Who knew that just a few days ago, the power to purify you. Today, Lantern Festival is the night of the full moon, so I came to ask you for help."

Pu Zixuan nodded: "I understand, such a complete and moving story cannot be composed by just editing. I believe you, but I have a little dissatisfaction..."

"Why am I doing you?" Chen Shuqing asked unhappily.

"If you come to me, you will come to me openly. Why are you hiding behind the door and attacking? Also, why are you screaming strangely in the 'ha-ha-'? I'm scared to death!"

Chen Shuqing was puzzled: "I have never hidden it before. The door on the second floor is already open. I walked in openly. I didn't expect you to just say it and just take me... Also, didn't I say it just now? A half-demon like us can't make the breathing sound like a pure demon, unless..."

The two of them realized the problem at the same time: "Unless, there are other monsters here!"

Chen Shuqing looked around alertly: "It's a pity that we monsters can only sense the existence of the purifying messenger, but cannot sense the same kind."

"Hahahaha, don't look for me anymore, I'm here." As he was speaking, the white-haired banshee who appeared in Zhaiyue Tower during the day landed from the second floor to the main hall and said, "It's such an interesting story. If you hadn't discovered me, I would have really wanted to listen."

Pu Zixuan exclaimed: "Yes, yes, yes, this white-haired banshee is the daytime. She wants to eat my heart, and I mistakenly recognize you for her."

Chen Shuqing snorted and said sarcastically: "Is such an ugly monster worthy of comparing with me?"

The white-haired banshee cursed: "Hmph, Nine-tailed Fox, as a monster, you are actually mixed with the purifying messenger. It's really a shame for our demon world! I'm too lazy to care about you today. Since you don't want this little-faced heart, let me give it to you."

Pu Zixuan asked with the opportunity: "Why do monsters want my heart?"

Chen Shuqing replied: "Because once the monster eats the heart of the purifying messenger, the demonic power will rise sharply in an instant, which is more effective than practicing for fifty years. What do you think?"

Pu Zixuan suddenly felt panic: "Then I have become Tang Monk's flesh?"

Chen Shuqing said: "Yes, from today on, you will never be at peace."

"Stop talking nonsense, take your life!" After the white-haired banshee said that, she stretched out her right hand to Pu Zixuan. Pu Zixuan suddenly felt a force pulling him. His body was out of control, his feet were off the ground, and he was pulled in the air towards the white-haired banshee.

Pu Zixuan was still holding a pan in his hand. When he was about to approach the banshee, he held the pan handle in both hands and smashed it hard on the banshee's head. The banshee raised his left hand and blocked it. Pu Zixuan felt like he was hitting a hard stone. The banshee was unharmed, and then he swung his right hand and Pu Zixuan fell heavily to the ground and could not move.

The banshee gradually grew sharp five claws on her hands, ready to take Pu Zixuan's heart, and only then did Chen Shuqing shout from behind: "Where is your purifying power?"

Pu Zixuan shouted, "How to use it if I'm not familiar with it! Come and help me!"

Chen Shuqing said: "Don't worry, the more dangerous it is, the more conducive it is to improve the purification power! Use your Dantian luck to concentrate all the internal energy in your hands!"

Pu Zixuan said helplessly: "Concentrate...Concentrate..." Sure enough, a blue aura appeared on his body. He felt that the aura seemed to have become a part of his body and could be controlled freely. In an instant, Pu Zixuan saw another blue claw floating out of his body. Just as the banshee reached out to him, Pu Zixuan waved the claw and grabbed the banshee's arm.

Chen Shuqing sighed: "It seems that your purifying power belongs to the summoning system. That claw is your spirit body. Come on, summon the entire spirit body!"

When the banshee saw this scene, she was completely unhappy in the daytime and grinned and said, "Hmph, how could the demonic power of the full moon night be matched by your newly awakened purifying power?" After saying that, she raised her arms and yelled, and the spirit body was shaken open, and Pu Zixuan's corresponding physical arm was also damaged.

Pu Zixuan felt a piercing pain. It seemed that the "spirit" summoned by the purifying messenger was connected with his body's bloodline. Although the spirit body was powerful, once attacked, the purifying messenger himself would also bear the corresponding damage.
Chapter completed!