The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity-Chapter 444 - 442: Chu Yan Looks Really Good When She Cries
Chapter 444: Chapter 442: Chu Yan Looks Really Good When She Cries
Under the powerful surge of energy, everything dissipated.
The female ghost was gone, and so was Chu Hanxu.
"Mom!"
A terrified and miserable cry echoed through the mountains.
Qin Zhao went up the mountain to find Chu Yan and had just reached midway when she heard the cry.
She recognized it as Chu Yan’s voice and hurried towards the source of the sound.
"Chu Yan!"
When she found Chu Yan, he was squatting on the ground, his face deathly pale, covered in tears.
The bag he had carried out lay on the ground, with fruits scattered all around.
"What happened? Why are you crying?"
Qin Zhao approached him and embraced him to offer comfort.
"Zhaozhao, wuuuu wuuuu."
Seeing Qin Zhao, Chu Yan burst into even more tears, crying as if they cost him nothing.
"Just now I saw my mom, but she was dispersed by someone, what do I do? Is my mom’s soul scattered? Will I never see her again?"
Qin Zhao surveyed the surroundings and noticed traces of a dissipated spell.
And this kind of spell seemed to be that of a large illusion.
"First, calm down, it might all be fake."
Only then did Chu Yan look up at her, his eyes moist and the corners red.
He looked like one of those wronged little white foxes on a snowy mountain.
Seeing him like this, Qin Zhao couldn’t help but think of such a small animal.
"Fake?"
His eyelashes were long, wet with tears, and he wore a dumbfounded expression.
The darn man actually looked quite handsome when crying.
"Mhm."
Suddenly, Qin Zhao felt an impulse to kiss his eyes.
"I...."
His eyelashes trembled as he suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed about his crying just a moment ago.
"I saw my mother."
"I know."
"Was that also fake?"
Chu Yan noticed the environment around him; he was still on the mountain, not far from the small temple.
His heart couldn’t help but sink; he had thought he really saw his mother.
"It seems that this illusion was supposed to show you the person you miss most, and the one who created it did so to lower your guard in order to achieve some sort of goal."
"So the ’mom’ was actually something else in disguise?"
Qin Zhao nodded, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No."
Chu Yan thought back carefully. In the illusion, his mother seemed to have been guiding him to do certain things.
For instance, to find a woman with the same birthday characters and asking for a bowl of blood.
Those two things sounded very much like the deeds of an evil spirit.
"So she was actually saving me."
Chu Yan came to a realization when he thought of the rather ugly-looking female ghost.
"Who was saving you?"
Chu Yan recounted the events inside the illusion to Qin Zhao.
Qin Zhao looked contemplative, and after a while, she could not help but say, "What are your mother’s birthday characters? I think she might not have gone to the underworld to be reincarnated; I can call her back."
"Really?"
Chu Yan’s eyes brightened, and his tone seemed to carry a hint of excitement.
"We can try. If we can’t call her back, we can ask Black and White Impermanence for help."
Qin Zhao, recalling his sobbing just before, really wanted to cheer him up a bit.
"I only know my mom’s birth date, not her exact Eight Characters, but we should be able to find it at home."
Chu Yan eagerly pulled Qin Zhao back home, then started to rummage through everything.
He found the old marriage certificate of Lu Tingming and Chu Hanxu, which had Chu Hanxu’s Eight Characters written on it.
The red, time-worn marriage certificate had faded.
Seeing the marriage certificate, Chu Yan’s eyes couldn’t help but carry a trace of irony.
He crossed out the name Lu Tingming with a pen, not wanting to see that name.
"Zhaozhao, I’ve got the Eight Characters."
Chu Yan handed the marriage certificate to Qin Zhao.
"Then I will perform the Soul Summoning."
Qin Zhao looked at the birth date and time on the paper and began to cast the Soul Summoning Technique.
Chu Yan stared at her, slowly holding his breath, feeling somewhat nervous.
About ten minutes passed, yet no soul had come.
"Why hasn’t it come? Could it be that it cannot be summoned?"
"I can feel her presence; she probably hasn’t gone to the underworld."
Qin Zhao frowned, sensing something was wrong, "I’ll try again."
Half an hour later, there was still no soul to be seen.
"I can’t summon her over, but I feel like she’s nearby."
"Where? Let’s go find her!"
"That’s also an option."
Qin Zhao felt that the soul’s presence was weak, which might be why it was reluctant to come.
She and Chu Yan left the house, using spells along the way to sense the soul’s presence.
Although she hadn’t managed to summon the soul, she had established a connection with it.
Soon, they arrived at Chu Hanxu’s grave.
"Here?"
"Yes, right here."
"If she’s here, why didn’t we see her before?"
They had previously visited this grave without seeing the presence of their mother’s soul.
While Chu Yan was puzzled, Qin Zhao walked around the grave.
In a corner behind the graveyard, there was a small pit.
Inside the pit, piled up with dead branches and leaves, was a small clump of soul huddled within.
"Hey, did you see..."
Qin Zhao was about to ask when the soul lifted an ugly face.
She saw the burn scars on the female ghost’s face and suddenly remembered the day they visited the grave, she had followed them.
Qin Zhao also thought of the details Lu Tingsheng and his wife had mentioned and her pupils shrank slightly.
She crouched down and softly asked the female ghost, "You are Chu Hanxu, aren’t you? You are Chu Yan’s mother."
"Mmmm!"
The female ghost suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of Qin Zhao’s clothes.
She emotionally shed tears of blood, opening her mouth to let out muffled cries.
After his cultivation, Chu Yan’s senses had become very sharp. Even though Qin Zhao’s voice was soft, he still heard it.
He stood dazedly next to the small pit, looking down at the weakening ghost of the woman.
Just a moment ago in the illusion, he remembered injuring her.
Chu Yan suddenly felt somewhat disoriented, and he stepped back, "No, she’s not my mom, my mom doesn’t look like this."
His voice trembled towards the end.
The female ghost’s current appearance revealed the extent of her agony before death.
Chu Yan had seen many ghosts with Qin Zhao, but he had never seen one so hideous; her facial skin was burned and wrinkled into a mass, her features barely discernible.
His mother had died of a heart attack; how could she turn out like this?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
"Mmmm."
The female ghost’s tears of blood became more copious.
Hearing Chu Yan’s denial, she couldn’t help but lower her head and bury it in her knees, not wanting him to see her grotesque self.
Seeing the female ghost’s trembling soul, Qin Zhao couldn’t help but feel pity.
Qin Zhao took a deep breath and after a long struggle, she said difficultly, "Chu Yan, she is your mother."
"She’s not!"
Chu Yan suddenly shouted, his eyes turning red.
Before Qin Zhao could explain further, he turned and sprinted away.
He ran fast.
As if by doing so, he wouldn’t have to acknowledge anything else.
He stumbled down the mountain.
Qin Zhao understood in her heart that Chu Yan must have guessed something but was afraid to accept this reality.
She sighed and said to the female ghost, "Mom, come home with me first, and we’ll explain to him slowly."
Qin Zhao reached out to grab the female ghost’s hand, but she retracted her hand and shook her head at Qin Zhao.
She didn’t want to go home.
She didn’t want to frighten her son again.
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