Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 880 - 429: This Jiang Yi is a bit

Chapter 880: Chapter 429: This Jiang Yi is a bit

Hearing Fang Zishang’s words, Jiang Shouzhong was astonished: "How did you know?"

Fang Zishang flicked his fingers lightly against the sword and said casually:

"I once tried to find reincarnation relics to save my wife, and accidentally learned the secret of the Evil Monk.

However, I didn’t delve into the details. In short, the so-called reincarnation relic is not a resurrection technique. If my wife still had a breath, it could have been useful."

Jiang Shouzhong frowned: "From what I understand, it is indeed not a resurrection technique. It merely transfers one’s previous life memories and cultivation to another body."

"Memories and cultivation?"

Fang Zishang curled his lips into a mocking smile, "Do you believe that?"

Jiang Shouzhong did not answer.

To be honest, he harbored doubts about such a secret technique.

But Jiang Wan’s appearance forced him to believe.

Fang Zishang looked at Jiang Yi and said with a smile:

"Anyway, be careful of your sister. If she is clever enough, she might save herself. If not, well... she will just become someone else’s pawn."

Jiang Yi seemed lost in thought.

The three continued walking and soon arrived at a desolate graveyard.

The place was overgrown with weeds, and the surrounding tranquility was somewhat eerie.

The particles, emitting faint light, floated towards a certain tomb and instantly vanished within.

"So it was hidden here, why didn’t I think of that earlier?"

Fang Zishang looked at the scene in front of him and, feeling frustrated, slapped his head. Then his eyes became sharp, and he began to carefully observe the surrounding terrain.

Occasionally, he would squat down, examining the patterns on the ground, then look up at the sky, estimating the direction.

A moment later, he reached into his pocket and took out a compass.

Fang Zishang held the compass in his palm, tapped it a few times, muttered some words, suddenly raised his hand, pointed directly at the tomb, and shouted: "Break!"

There was a "boom," and the tomb exploded, raising a cloud of gray dust.

After the dust settled, a coffin appeared before them.

The coffin was upright, and without a lid, looking inside, it was deep and dark, swirling with black mist.

"We might get separated, but don’t worry. You have good cultivation, so I’m not concerned about you."

At this point, Fang Zishang became more serious and said solemnly,

"Remember, if you see the moon rise, and it’s a full moon, quickly find a place to hide. If there’s a house, go inside; if not, find a cave or dig a hole to hide in.

If it’s a waning moon, walk with your back to it. If it’s a crescent moon, walk towards it. Following this method, we’ll eventually meet, and you’ll find the person you’re looking for."

After speaking, Fang Zishang entered the coffin first, and his figure disappeared.

Full moon, waning moon... Jiang Shouzhong felt a bit confused as he listened. Without thinking much, he carried Jiang Yi and the little dog and entered the upright coffin.

As soon as they went in, they were surrounded by thick black mist, unable to see anything.

After a while, the black mist dispersed, and the scene in front of them gradually became clear. Jiang Shouzhong then realized they were now in a desolate desert.

Nearby was a village.

Beside them stood a two-meter-high stele without any inscriptions.

And Fang Zishang’s figure was indeed nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Shouzhong looked back and found the coffin’s entrance had disappeared completely, leaving only the endless desert stretching into the distance.

"Waning moon."

At this moment, Jiang Yi spoke softly.

Jiang Shouzhong instinctively looked up.

In front of them, hanging in the dim sky, was a black-red crescent moon, exactly a waning moon.

The crescent moon emitted an eerie glow, like a cold, indifferent eye, quietly watching the desert.

Recalling the words Fang Zishang reminded them before parting, Jiang Shouzhong hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed his advice, walking with his back to the crescent moon and the village, carrying Jiang Yi forward.

Strangely, the Heavenly Dog Divine Demon, transformed into a puppy, seemed to lose all its energy upon entering this place, as if it had developed a sleeping disorder.

The puppy kept yawning, its eyes squinted into slits, and its little head bobbed, looking extremely drowsy.

Jiang Shouzhong simply tucked it into his jacket.

"Will my sister really die?"

Jiang Yi suddenly asked.

The woman’s beautiful face was tinged with sadness, her eyes full of worry and confusion.

Before Jiang Shouzhong could respond, she lowered her gaze, her butterfly-wing-like lashes fluttered gently, seemingly concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, and said softly:

"She was already dead, there’s no such thing as resurrection."

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t know how to answer.

He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then turned and asked: "Are you cold? If so, I can find you a coat."

"Cold."

Jiang Yi nodded slightly, her voice tinged with weakness.

Jiang Shouzhong was about to stop walking and take off his coat to wrap her in it, but Jiang Yi softly said: "But your body is warm, so I’m not cold."

Jiang Shouzhong’s mouth twitched slightly, continuing to walk with his head down.

"Jiang Mo..."

Jiang Yi sighed softly, her breath carrying a slight warmth as it grazed Jiang Shouzhong’s neck.

She stared at his profile with a somewhat dazed look, inexplicably saying: "You should have taken longer to save me."

"Why?"

Jiang Shouzhong was utterly clueless.

Jiang Yi said softly: "I wanted to know how beautiful I looked in the bride’s gown, and it would have been nice for you to see too."