My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 47

Yanyun City, located in the northernmost part of Shanxi Province, has been a strategic military stronghold since ancient times.

During the late Ming Dynasty, the imperial troops fought fiercely here to resist the Qing army’s invasion, holding off Dorgon’s forces outside the city walls for nine long months.

After the city fell, Dorgon ordered a massacre, and even the city walls were torn down by five feet.

Standing before this historic city, Lin Hai felt as if he could sense the echoes of clashing swords and galloping warhorses. A wave of emotions washed over him.

Since ancient times, countless soldiers had left their wives and children behind, sacrificing their lives to protect their homeland, never to return.

They were all heroes!

In the air above, Han Xiuer looked around, her body trembling uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face like a river.

“My dear Mo Lang, Xiuer has come to see you.”

“Let’s go,” Lin Hai sighed, holding the box containing Han Xiuer’s ashes in his arms as he stepped forward.

On the city walls, tourists from all over laughed and played in groups, taking photos with the ancient walls that no longer bore any traces of war.

Lin Hai’s heart felt heavy.

The peace and prosperity we enjoy today were bought with the sacrifices of our brave soldiers, who left their families and gave everything for the greater good.

Yet, while we enjoy this peace and our lives, how many of us think of them? Some don’t even grant them the basic respect they deserve.

Take Han Xiuer’s husband, for example. Just three days after their wedding, he joined the army and came to Yanyun to defend their homeland.

Han Xiuer waited at home, longing for her husband’s return, only to receive news of his death on the battlefield.

Overwhelmed with grief, she was then targeted by the son of a local magistrate, who coveted her beauty. He forcibly took her to his home, intending to violate her.

Han Xiuer resisted to the death, ultimately killing herself by crashing into a wall. Her body was discarded in the wilderness, only to be buried by a kind woodcutter.

Lin Hai couldn’t help but wonder: If Han Xiuer’s husband knew that after sacrificing his life for the country, the very officials he protected not only failed to provide for his family but also drove his wife to her death, what would he think?

The tourists on the city walls noticed Lin Hai holding an urn and gave him strange looks.

Ashes were considered taboo by many, and soon, the area around Lin Hai was completely empty of tourists.

“Is my Mo Lang buried here?” Han Xiuer gently touched the city wall, her movements tender, as if caressing her husband’s face.

“Huh?” Suddenly, Lin Hai felt a strong, chilling wind.

In the next moment, his pupils contracted sharply.

On the city wall, a young man in armor had appeared out of nowhere.

“Xiuer, is that you?” The man’s voice was hoarse and choked with emotion.

Han Xiuer froze, then her eyes widened in shock.

“Mo Lang, my Mo Lang!”

“Xiuer!”

The two spirits embraced tightly, as if trying to merge into one.

Lin Hai was stunned.

This man… was Han Xiuer’s husband?

His soul hadn’t gone to the underworld either?

After a long while, the two reluctantly parted.

Mo Kuang lovingly caressed Han Xiuer’s tear-streaked face.

“Xiuer, how did you get here? Why hasn’t your soul gone to the underworld? How have you been all these years?”

“I came here just to see you. After you died in battle, I was consumed by grief and longing. After my death, a lingering attachment kept me in this world. I wanted to come to the place where you fell, even if just to touch your remains. I couldn’t bear to let you go, Mo Lang.”

Han Xiuer broke down in tears again.

“But I had never traveled far and had no idea where Yanyun was. I was on the verge of becoming a vengeful spirit, losing my mind, when I met Brother Lin Hai. He brought me here.”

“Him?” Only then did Mo Kuang notice Lin Hai, who had been watching them all along.

“He can see us?”

“Yes, and he can communicate with us too. Otherwise, I would never have found you.”

“Mo Lang, the fact that we could meet again is all thanks to Brother Lin Hai.”

Hearing this, Mo Kuang immediately knelt before Lin Hai, his robe sweeping the ground.

Han Xiuer followed suit, kneeling beside him.

“Brother Lin Hai, your kindness is something I, Mo Kuang, will never forget!”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

He kowtowed three times.

“Hero, please rise!” Lin Hai quickly reached out to help him up, forgetting for a moment that he was dealing with a ghost.

Just as he was about to touch Mo Kuang’s arm, the peach wood sword on his chest suddenly emitted a bright light.

“Huh?” Mo Kuang was startled, stumbling back several steps in surprise.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Lin Hai said awkwardly.

Damn, why did the peach wood sword activate again?

At that moment, Han Xiuer spoke up.

“Mo Lang, Brother Lin Hai’s peach wood sword is incredibly powerful. Even we can only get close to him but can’t actually touch him.”

“Oh?” Mo Kuang was amazed. “In this world, there are very few wandering spirits or vengeful ghosts stronger than us.”

“Exactly. With this sword protecting him, almost no ghost or demon can harm Brother Lin Hai.”

Wait, what? Lin Hai’s eyes widened.

“Hold on, are you saying this peach wood sword isn’t trash? It’s actually useful? Even you can’t touch me because of it?”

“Yes,” both Mo Kuang and Han Xiuer nodded.

“Yes!” Lin Hai clenched his fist in excitement. Damn, all that fear earlier was for nothing! No ghost could actually harm him.

Guess I owe that old Taoist priest Zhang Tianshi an apology.

“Brother Lin Hai, now that I’ve seen Mo Lang, I have no more regrets. Soon, I’ll dissipate into the world. Please scatter my ashes on this land so I can be with my Mo Lang forever.”

“Of course,” Lin Hai opened the urn and stood at the edge of the city wall. With a wave of his hand, the ashes scattered into the wind, settling into the earth.

“Brother Lin Hai, the reason I’ve lingered in this world is because I couldn’t let go of Xiuer. Now that I’ve seen her, I can finally join her and return to the underworld.”

“I can never repay your kindness, but this manual, Tendon-Separating and Bone-Dislocating Hand, is the culmination of my life’s training. It’s quite powerful, and I’d like to give it to you as a parting gift.”

With that, Mo Kuang took out a pale blue ancient book and handed it to Lin Hai.

“Thank you, Brother Mo,” Lin Hai said as he accepted the book. But the moment he took it, it vanished.

“Huh? What happened?” Lin Hai was puzzled.

Then, his phone buzzed.

He opened it and saw a notification:

Received: Tendon-Separating and Bone-Dislocating Hand ×1

Oh, it went into my phone.

Well, as long as it’s not lost, it’s fine.

“Brother Lin, my wife and I must go now. It’s a regret that we couldn’t share a drink and sing together in this life. But in the next life, let’s be brothers and toast to our friendship!”

“Agreed! Brother Mo, Sister Han, may you find peace. In the next life, I’ll brew wine and wait for your return!”

“Hahaha, farewell, brother!”

“Farewell.”

Mo Kuang and Han Xiuer smiled and waved at Lin Hai.

Then, their bodies slowly dissolved into specks of light, dispersing into the world.

“Sigh,” Lin Hai sighed deeply.

“Pitiful bones by the Wuding River, still the dream of a spring boudoir.” Unconsciously, a sense of sorrow filled Lin Hai’s heart.