MDZS Characters Watching the Future

15. Ghost General

Both Jiang Cheng and Lan WangJi were at Buddha's Feet, waiting for any news, so who knows how long it would take for them to realize that something was wrong and come up here. To extinguish fire, water was needed. Therefore, if magical weapons didn't work, what about dark sorcery?

"He is going to use demonic cultivation." exclaimed Sect Leader Yao.

"What are you trying to say? That he is going to harm the juniors? Can't you see his helping them?" asked Jiang Cheng in anger.

"What if he is really going to harm them?" asked Meng Yao.

"If you both have nothing good to say then better shut thaf f*cking mouth of yours before I'm going to do it myself." said Jiang Cheng getting furious.

"Wanyin, please calm down." said Lan Xichen holding his hand to held him back when he decided to attack them.

Wei WuXian unsheathed the sword on Lan SiZhui's waist and chopped off a piece of a thin bamboo, swiftly making it into a flute. He lifted it up in front of his lips and took a deep breath. The shrill timbre of the flute was like an arrow, slicing through the night sky and shooting into the clouds.

"I know how to play a flute?" asked Wei Wuxian.

"Mn." said Sizhui.

"It sounds eerie." said Nie Huaisang.

"That was quick to make a flute." commented a random.

This should have been a last resort for him, but however, with the situation already like this, it didn't matter what he summoned. It'd be fine as long as the dark energy was strong enough and the killing intent was keen enough, so that it could rip the soul-consuming goddess into pieces!

"It's getting exciting." exclaimed Jingyi.

"So his intention is just to help." said Song Lan.

"It's not like he have the heart to harm the juniors." said Xiao Xingchen.

Lan SiZhui was shocked to the point that he couldn't even move, while Lan JingYi covered his ears, "Look at what situation we are in, and you are still playing the flute? It sounds horrible!"

"And look at the situation you are in, and you still have time to insult me." said Wei Wuxian making Jingyi hide behind his father.

"You're really is Jiang Cheng's son, didn't miss a chance to insult me." he said grinning at his brother.

"You also didn't miss a chance to tease me." said Jiang Cheng.

"Aiya ChengCheng." said Wei Wuxian laughing at his brother's reaction.

"Don't call me that." exclaimed the man that made Wei Wuxian laugh loudly.

In the battle, three or four of the cultivators who were fighting with the soul-consuming goddess had lost their souls. Jin Ling pulled out his sword. He was already less than two zhang away from the soul-consuming goddess. His heart thumped like crazy and all of the blood in his body went toward his head, if I can't slice off her head with this blow, I will die here-death it is, then!

"What the- Why are thinking like that?" asked Jiang Cheng, glaring at his nephew.

"It is not fun to die in such an early age, a-ling." said Jin Zixuan.

"Please don't be like that." said Jiang Yanli, holding his son's hand so tight.

"I'm sorry a-die, a-niang." Jin Ling can only apologize to them.

At the same time, from within the forests of Dafan Mountain, a tinkling sound appeared. Tinkle tinkle, tinkle tinkle. It was sometimes faster, sometimes slower; sometimes pausing, sometimes continuing. It echoed in the silent woods, resembling the sound of iron chains colliding and being dragged on the ground. It came closer, and became louder.