Chapter 112 Crane Cry (10)

Jian Shiyuan saw Shu Su holding his cheeks in pain while holding the long sword upside down. His pupils trembled, and the corners of his eyes were moist, revealing a bit of gorgeous color, like peach blossoms flying in the water, light and gorgeous.

Plop, plop.

Heartbeat.

Each heartbeat was powerful and pounding, like a prisoner grasping for a ray of hope, running for his life. His heart was exploding and cracking, ready to burst through his body and shatter into pieces!

Jian Shiyuan closed his eyes and sighed softly with a smile.

The Golden Chain of Laws didn't understand what he was laughing at.

[Is it funny?]

Jian Shiyuan half-raised his eyes, his long eyelashes blocking the divine light in them. The corners of his mouth curled up, looking soft. He said calmly, "He's going to die."

[ha? ! ]

The Golden Chain of Laws could not understand Jian Shiyuan. It was bound around Jian Shiyuan's neck, could feel Jian Shiyuan's body temperature and resonate with his heartbeat, but could not read Jian Shiyuan's soul.

Jian Shiyuan is very weird.

His smile had multiple meanings, and he even laughed while killing people. When Jian Shiyuan laughed, even the Golden Chain of Laws felt strange, indescribable and creepy.

It's like soaking your hand in cold oil with a dim oil lamp burning at the bottom of the pot. You don't feel any pain, but it feels cold and tingling, and there's an electric tingling sensation.

Jian Shiyuan reached out and stroked the golden chain around his neck. He moved, and his wide sleeves slid down, revealing his jade-like wrist. "What would a normal person's first reaction be when they saw a demon pretending to be a god and killing someone?"

Without waiting for the Golden Chain of Laws to reply, Jian Shiyuan spoke to himself:

"The demons are evil, and we must slay them. Shu Su was the first to question the incense and the gods. What does this mean?"

"He hates the incense-fire sect, or rather, he has a prejudice against it. Shu Baoxiang committed heinous crimes by slaughtering people in Yongzhou and Mincheng in order to gain their faith and cultivate fanatics. Shu Su helped to clean up the mess and cover it up to protect Shu Baoxiang, and he feels guilty about it."

Jian Shiyuan's eyes were gentle, like a spring breeze blowing across a calm lake, bringing a little bit of light.

"He's not a bad person. He can't just turn a blind eye. He's always feeling guilty. He can't blame Shu Baoxiang, so he blames Taoism. He hates incense and the way of gods."

Jian Shiyuan laughed again as he spoke, "His heart of Taoism is damaged, and guilt has taken root. Even if such a person doesn't encounter disaster, he won't live long. His heart is in turmoil."

I don't understand the Golden Chain of Laws anymore.

[Don’t you really like and admire him? Why are you still smiling when he’s about to die?]

Jian Shiyuan's gaze passed over Shu Su, calm and gentle. "Shu Su said he once took a boat trip to a place full of hope. I think that must be the journey of doom we saw him take when he gave the system jade pendant."

"Even though it's the end of his journey, with nothing but trouble along the way, he still remembers the initial beauty of the journey, and thus retains the original sense of happiness. He doesn't care about his own death, so why should I grieve for him? Just think of him as going to a place full of hope."

The golden chain of law could not stand him and cursed:

[You are such a psychopath!]

Jian Shiyuan was not angry either, and kindly reminded Law Golden Chain, "Look, his sword is so beautiful."

Following Jian Shiyuan's gaze, Shu Su picked up the longsword with one hand and wiped the blood off his face repeatedly with the other. He wiped hard, and the more he wiped, the more blood stains appeared. The longsword faced the moonlight, shimmering with a similar light as the one in Shu Su's eyes, as if filled with tears.

Drop, a tear fell, and the long sword swayed with it. The sunlight was like water, and the sky was crying.

Shu Su killed the sheep-headed demon, and all the villagers present were silent and trembling.

The woman hugged the child, covering his eyes tightly with her hands, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. The men's faces were pale, perhaps from nervous fear, veins bulging on their exposed arms, and cold sweat rolled down.

There was no joy of being rescued on their faces, only endless fear, as if Shu Su was something more terrifying.

Mingming Shu Su was wearing white clothes, more beautiful and elegant than a fairy.

Shu Su met a pair of frightened eyes.

His sword-holding hand trembled, and his nails turned white from being pressed, but in the end he still held the sword tightly in his hand.

His heart was beating wildly at an extremely terrifying speed, and Jian Shiyuan heard an even more intense and restless heartbeat.

Plop, boom, boom, boom, boom!!!!

fear?

Are you afraid of me?

The light in Shu Su's eyes suddenly went out.

He staggered and managed to stand firm. His sword-holding hand was shaking, and he couldn't help wanting to scratch his neck, and he actually did it.

He stretched out his hand and scratched hard again and again. His movements were slow and did not cause bleeding, but the villagers present still shuddered.

A few women seemed on the verge of collapse, clinging to their children with their bony arms, holding back their pain and weeping silently and fearfully. Many more, however, breathed a sigh of relief, like ripe rice grains, falling to their knees with a crackling sound at the first gust of wind.

In just a blink of an eye, Shu Su was the only one left standing. He looked around at the kneeling villagers in panic and helplessness, his eyes trembling and dizzy.

His world was shaking too.

Soon, a middle-aged man smiled miserably and snatched the child from the arms of a nearby woman. Ignoring the woman's struggles, he pushed the child towards Shu Su with all his might. The child didn't dare cry even after being pushed down, but stared at him blankly with a pair of frighteningly large, thin eyes.

Those eyes completely reflected Shu Su's miserable appearance.

Shu Su understood what they meant without any words.

ha?

The sadness on Shu Su's face could not be suppressed. He lowered his arms dejectedly, his figure looking thin and desolate.

Jian Shiyuan saw his lips moving, and he was silently saying:

——I am not a demon, I don’t eat people

He said it several times silently.

Unfortunately, no one around could hear him clearly.

The heartbeat in Jian Shiyuan's ears became more intense, beat after beat, so hard that the whole world was filled with only the heartbeat, and Jian Shiyuan even felt it was noisy.

Is this Shu Su's heartbeat?

If so, he was really dying.

Shu Su was stunned for a moment. He was wearing a thin plain robe that barely outlined the curves of his body, with a little bit of bright red spilling out from his exposed white wrists.

Unhealthy blood lines like blood vessels are hidden under the skin and spread rapidly throughout the body along the wrist.

Shu Su suddenly raised his head, his long hair rolling down his shoulders. Under the clear sunlight, his eyebrows were blurred, as if shrouded in mist, with a kind of unreal and illusory beauty.

His whole body exuded a fragile and cold aura, but he lowered his head. At that moment, Jian Shiyuan happened to meet his gaze——

He's burning!

If the fire of karma burns you, then everything will be burned!

Her index finger brushed against his sword, and the sharp white light refracted, illuminating the weak and sickly smile on Shu Su's face. His lips were abnormally red, so bright and juicy, as if he had drunk blood. If you got close, you could smell the strong smell of blood.

"Don't be afraid of me. I'll prove to you that I'm human and kill all the demons? Kill them all?!"

Inside a newly built temple.

The demons in divine robes cooked people for fun, and human fat and oil overflowed the altar, melting into sticky black stains. Serving the false god was a small demon with a human body and a wolf's head. It was holding two sharp bone knives and cutting the fresh human flesh that was hanging on the wall.

While cutting, he sang and shook his head.

"Man eats beast, man devours man, and every bite produces a good offspring."

"Sitting in the hall, hanging on the beam, the monsters don't eat people, but people eat people."

"I congratulate, you congratulate, and friends and family share the pot and wash it."

The little demon was slow to act, and the ugly demon sitting at the highest point urged him unhappily, "Hurry up."

Soon, a basin of bloody human flesh was presented.

The tender red meat was still dripping with blood. The demons were not satisfied even though their faces were covered in blood. They jumped off the altar one by one, laughing wildly and unscrupulously. They grabbed the naked and bloody human bodies with their sharp claws, took out the hearts and livers, and swallowed them for their own enjoyment.

Outside the temple, there were ghosts howling and a sinister atmosphere.

The people in the temple were in decline, their eyes dull, and they were tied up like animals, lifeless.

The human sacrifice was skinny and dark, while the demon was fat and had big ears.

Fat demons with greasy lips shuttled back and forth in the forest of flesh, some holding boning knives, some holding silver forks, stepping over pools of blood and oil.

They hummed tunes, grabbed and lifted up humans, old and young, watched them struggle weakly, and laughed loudly.

"Children's meat is chewy, while infants and toddlers' meat is tender and refreshing, making it perfect for a platter of cold cuts."

"If you ask me, the most beautiful thing is the two pieces of flesh on a plump woman. Wonderful! Smells great!"

"Niu Da, you said you were a chef in a wealthy family before you fell into demondom. How come you don't know how to eat? The most delicious thing about women is their brains. They're hot and fragrant when drizzled with oil. One swallow warms my whole body."

The selected human sacrifice will be stripped of his clothes, his hair will be shaved off, his nails will be cut, and if he is more sophisticated, some honey will be applied to his face.

Jian Shiyuan caught a glimpse of a little boy strung on an iron hook, the sharp hook piercing his shoulder blade. His belly was cut open, but he was not dead. He was trying to stretch out his tongue to lick the sweet honey on his face, breathing rapidly while licking, with a happy smile on his face.

Jian Shiyuan couldn't express the myriad emotions surging in his heart, and all his words turned into a sigh.

The demons ate with great delight, praising the food repeatedly, “Fragrant!” “Delicious!” “A supreme delicacy!”

In a trance, Jian Shiyuan seemed to actually smell a strange and extremely tempting meaty aroma. No other mortal food could emit such a tempting and strange aroma. The aroma wafted far away, making the black crows in the dead trees cry and peck at it, their eyes red.

It smells so good that it almost brings out the most primitive desire for gluttony in the deepest part of one's heart.

It is the aroma of meat that humans cannot resist.

Jian Shiyuan subconsciously closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

His long black hair moved without wind. In an instant, Jian Shiyuan's aura changed drastically. Golden lotuses blossomed at his feet. They seemed to be born in another world. They were rootless and sourceless, yet tightly attached to and surrounded Jian Shiyuan. The lotus petals stirred up gusts of wind and waves. The wind roared, and Jian Shiyuan was gathered in layers of golden storms.

The golden storm swept away part of the illusion and filled the entire space as if it was a natural process. All the grinning demons were frozen in place and all the scenes were forcibly paused.

Golden petals fell from the heights like golden snow, covering all sins.

The Golden Chain of Laws dared not speak.

Jian Shiyuan's divine power has increased?!

He just sprouted, how is this possible? Impossible

Suddenly, Jian Shiyuan opened his eyes, and in an instant, all the storms faded away. His gaze remained calm, and he slowly raised his right hand. With a casual tap, the shattered illusion was completely restored, as if nothing had happened.

The golden chain of law felt Jian Shiyuan's heartbeat, beat by beat, calm and powerful.

It heard Jian Shiyuan say——

"This is his story, and I shouldn't destroy it. There are so many things in the world that I can't stop or change."

As if in response to Jian Shiyuan's call, a sword light pierced the sky in the distance, and the crisp sound of the sword was like the cry of a crane, shaking the world. Jian Shiyuan looked up and saw a snow-white crane flying past his head. It moved gracefully and fluttered snow-white feathers.

It’s the white crane, the one Shu Su saved. Is he still keeping it?

All the demons present raised their heads, some in shock and some in fear, staring into the distance.

A white feather fell on Jian Shiyuan's shoulder. He picked up the feather casually and blew into the light. The feather floated up with the force and floated towards the sky, floating farther and farther, higher and higher, and soon melted into the sunlight.

In just a few seconds, a figure emerged from the light.

boom!

There was a loud bang that shook the heavens and the earth, and a ray of light that no one could stop pierced down from the sky. The sky seemed to be stained with blood, the angry clouds were red, and endless sword light burst out, dyeing half the sky red.

The overwhelming sword intent was mixed with endless murderous intent, venting Shu Su's pain and despair.

He held a sword, his body stained with blood, his eyes as cold as ice as he glanced at the "gods" in the temple, with a faint smile on his lips.

"My brothers, please be buried here today!"

Boom!

The sword light smashed down, and everything collapsed!

“Mercy!”

"Run away! He's a murderer! Scatter and run!"

"Where did this evil star from the human race come from? I will remember today's humiliation in my heart. When I can regroup, I will issue the hunting order and extract his soul to torture him!"

"Brother, run away quickly! Don't shout! He's coming to kill us!"

Shu Su said nothing and slowly swung his sword. The wind brushed past his lips and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Before Jian Shiyuan could take a closer look, everything around him was shattered by the sword energy, and the demon's shouting and begging for mercy suddenly disappeared.

It was eerily quiet, with only the strong smell of blood in the air.

Shu Su stumbled and landed, his shoulders, abdomen, and neck covered in blood—his blood! Staggering to a stop, Shu Su lost his strength, his knees gave way, and he knelt on one knee, barely supporting himself with his sword.

He lowered his head, laughed intermittently, and looked dejected as if he was at the end of his rope.

It was like he was talking to himself, or maybe asking the system, "How many demons have I killed? Ninety-seven? Or a hundred?"

The system's voice was trembling, and it urged hurriedly and painfully: "One hundred and thirty-four, stop killing, you need treatment, you are covered in blood, your arm - you can't kill anymore!"

Shu Su held the hilt tightly, his hands covered in his own blood. He breathed heavily for a long time before muttering, "Not enough, not enough."

"Be sincere!"

The system roared anxiously, "You need treatment!"

Shu Su lowered his head, and no one could see his expression. Jian Shiyuan could only catch a glimpse of his clenched white fingers. He breathed hard, each breath was very forceful. He tried to stay alive, but his heart was beating wildly and uncontrollably, pounding against his body, shattering all his will to live.

Boom boom boom.

He wanted to stand up, but for some reason, his body tilted and Shu Su fell directly to the ground, with blood seeping into the soil.

More liquid dripped.

Jian Shiyuan finally saw clearly that Shu Su was crying.

Jian Shiyuan had seen Shu Su in different aspects: the arrogant and unrestrained, the desolate and desolate, and the helpless and confused Shu Su. She had never shown such a desperate and powerless expression. The light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

He knelt on the ground and released his sword. With a clang and a violent heartbeat, Shu Su fell to the ground. He opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. A white crane circled around him, sometimes wailing, sometimes calling, but Shu Su did not move.

Jian Shiyuan looked up at the crane. The white crane was surrounded by countless magic circles, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Shu Su gave her defensive magic circle to Bai He? To this ordinary beast?

No wonder he was so badly injured.

Jian Shiyuan couldn't help but reach out and touch Shu Su's eyelids with his fingers, which were cold. Jian Shiyuan didn't try to check his breath, because the continuous flow of tears proved that he was not dead.

The only sound in the entire space was the "thump thump thump" of the heartbeat, which covered up all the noise.

The white crane landed nervously near Shu Su. Like a duck, it slowly and cautiously approached Shu Su, hopping around him, and occasionally lowering its head to nudge Shu Su's arm.

The white crane is calling.

Shu Su slowly closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Jian Shiyuan noticed something appearing behind him. He caught a glimpse of a tall human-shaped figure. The figure had no facial features and was like a ball of light formed by energy. It walked towards Shu Su.

He picked him up horizontally.

Shu Su lay in the arms of the human-shaped ball of light, with her arms hanging down, her expression unchanged.

The ball of light carried Shu Su towards a dead tree, and the white crane followed them, hopping and skipping. Its hand brushed Shu Su's long, smooth hair and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Shu Su suddenly said, "Wu Bao, you're disappointed to have contracted with me, aren't you?"

The ball of light said nothing.

Shu Su lay in his arms, coughing intermittently. His lips were pale. "Leave me and find someone more powerful. I'm dying."

"No! You won't die!"

"I don't want to contract anyone except you."

Hearing this, Shu Su tried hard to open his eyes. He lay in the system's arms and looked at the stars in the sky. The starlight was shining like a mirror, completely reflecting his miserable state. Shu Su coughed uncomfortably, turned his face away, and breathed slowly. "Then I will try to live longer, otherwise it would be so lonely to leave you alone."

At that moment, the sunlight in the sky dimmed.

In a trance, Jian Shiyuan heard the system's mournful call again. The voice sounded like it came from the depths of hell, making one's scalp tingle.

It is calling for Shu Su, and each sound of "Bing Xin" is desperate and painful.

It says:

You are a liar.

Don't leave me, don't leave me.

Don't die.

The ball of light transformed by the system gently stroked Shu Su's face. It touched Shu Su's brow, trying to disobey the order of the creator and forcibly inject energy into Shu Su to repair his body. The blue light flickered like a firefly, faintly illuminating Shu Su's face, and its face also became clear, with sword-like eyebrows, thin lips, a high nose bridge, and a sinister and depressed look hidden between the eyebrows.

It becomes like a person.

The system is a machine that executes the orders of its creator, but it has emotions. Not only did it not abandon Shu Su and look for another wise master, it also wanted to accompany Shu Su forever.

It is a delusion

Jian Shiyuan wiped away the tears from Shu Su's eyelashes, feeling the wetness on his fingertips. He stopped and fell behind them.

"Emotions are truly the most complex and uncontrollable things in the world. They can easily destroy all plans. The Crazy Emperor and his companions never imagined that the spirits they created could have emotions."

[Are you lost?]

Jian Shiyuan shook his head and laughed, "How can I feel lost if I don't have any feelings? I think it's interesting, don't you think it's interesting?"

[Neuropathy! ]

Jian Shiyuan looked at Shu Su, and the system picked him up and gently placed him on a clean branch high up. He swung his legs, quiet and beautiful, like the brightest jewel on a high platform.

"The future is full of challenges and uncertainties, and I don't know at whose hands I will die."

The Golden Chain of Laws' consciousness trembled, and a myriad of thoughts surged. It felt irritated and simply interrupted Jian Shiyuan's words.

[God will never die!]

Jian Shiyuan smiled and said, "Nothing lasts forever."

[You will never die!]

Jian Shiyuan stroked the burning chain lines on his neck and said with a smile, "We've only known each other for a few days, and you can't bear to see me die."

It's not a question, it's an affirmative sentence.

If Jian Shiyuan is not important, the Golden Chain of Laws can just find another partner. Anyway, Jian Shiyuan promised to find a buyer for it before he died.

The gold chain shrank slightly, it was burning hot, and in panic, it hastily denied:

[Don't be so narcissistic, no one would want you to die——]

It hated that Jian Shiyuan mentioned destruction from time to time. Seeds like his should shine brightly and become the god of all gods. They must not wither on the road to becoming a god.

It knew his struggles, understood his madness, but it was still ignited by him. Jian Shiyuan had magic in him, and he could easily ignite anyone.

A man like him should not perish alone.

Jian Shiyuan gently stroked down along the neck, his voice smiling, "No one knows what will happen in the future. If I die..."

[Get out of here, you won't die!]

"I said if—"

[No ifs!]

"If I die, you will refine me into a divine weapon. The seed of God cannot be wasted. My body is so hard that it is most suitable for making into a hoe."

[You are crazy!]

The Golden Chain of Law screamed madly, but Jian Shiyuan laughed heartily. This was the first time he felt relaxed since he sprouted.

This is good news. The more important he is, the more reluctant the Golden Chain of Law will be to deceive him.

He never believed that there would be perfect cooperation in the world, nor did he fully trust the golden chain of law.

The Golden Chain of Laws could neither guess nor imagine what he was thinking. Jian Shiyuan's eccentric thinking had long influenced it, just as it said, "Jian Shiyuan is a psychopath." A psychopath wouldn't have any strict logic.

The corners of Jian Shiyuan's mouth curled up, and his smile became sincere.

He turned his calm gaze to Shu Su, who was sitting on the tree trunk in a daze. There was a human-shaped ball of light beside him to block the fallen leaves for him. A white crane was flying around them. It seemed that the years were peaceful, but unfortunately they were about to reach the end.

Jian Shiyuan raised his hands and clapped. He clapped gently, each beat matching the sound of his heartbeat. As he moved, the scenery around him accelerated. From afternoon to sunset, Jian Shiyuan could clearly feel the passage of time.

Soon, it was dark.

Shu Su injured his Qi and was temporarily unable to mobilize his spiritual power. He rescued the human sacrifices in the temple, stayed with them, helped them clean and bandage their wounds, and he spent two peaceful and ordinary days.

On the morning of the third day, something big and small happened in the refugee camp.

The child with a cut stomach could not survive. Shu Su's panacea could not heal his wound. There was a piece of his heart missing, and he was just an ordinary person. Shu Su's medicine could only delay his death. He could not hold on for two days and could not bear it any longer.

The child was so thin that only a big head was left, and his whole body was burning hot. He opened his big round eyes and looked up at the sky.

Before he died, he still had a wish. He cried like a cat, shouting that he wanted to eat meat. He was hungry and he wanted to eat meat.

His uncle hugged him and cried silently in pain.

The child had only this humble last wish, but his useless uncle was unable to fulfill it.

The skinny man burst into tears. There is no meat here. There is only human flesh in the temple.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled.

Human flesh!

He held the burning child in his arms, gritted his teeth, and looked towards the dark temple as if he had made a decision.

Shu Su noticed his gaze, pursed his dry pale lips, and stopped the man before he could act, "You are a human, you cannot attack your own kind."

People should not eat people, and children should not be allowed to eat people.

The man seemed enraged. He hugged the child tightly and yelled at Shu Su, "He's dying. His last wish is to eat a piece of meat! There's meat in the temple, why don't they give it to him? He's dying!"

The child was breathing in less than breathing out, mumbling "meat, eat meat" like in his sleep, and was about to die.

The villagers nearby also came over and joined in.

"Yes, he's almost dead, so let him have a piece. He wants to die well-fed, otherwise he'll be reborn as an animal in his next life and continue to suffer."

"If we don't eat the meat, it will go bad. Let's give it to the children. We are almost out of food. We can't wait to starve to death if we have meat to eat."

"The child's mother is still in the temple. Let the child eat his mother's flesh. The Wang family sister won't mind. The child's mother can't bear to see the child suffer before his death."

""

Shu Su's face was pale and he was shaky. It was obvious that all this was beyond his understanding.

Feeding the child with his mother's flesh?!

Jian Shiyuan remembered the vulgar ballad sung by the little demon, and he also imitated it, "People eat beasts, people swallow people, and every bite makes a good offspring. Sitting in the hall, hanging on the beam, demons don't eat people, people eat people, hahahaha."

Jian Shiyuan laughed louder and louder, and Shu Su closed her eyes as she laughed.

Jian Shiyuan seemed to understand what he wanted to do, and his eyes became soft and sad.

Shu Su closed her eyes and waved to the white crane flying in the air.

The white crane was very human-like and flew to his side obediently, landing at his feet. It hopped to rub against Shu Su's legs and danced around him.

Even though it's just an ordinary wild animal, it knows who treats it well. Shu Su has cared for it meticulously since she found it, and she hasn't restricted its freedom. It loves this owner. Shu Su has put a lot of effort into the white crane, which was initially wild and unruly, and has become well-behaved and obedient. He also loves it.

Shu Su was trembling, and he removed Bai He's defensive formation with trembling all over.

He would rather get hurt himself than place the defensive array on Bai He, but now

He held the white crane's long neck and stroked it over and over again. The white crane rubbed against him obediently, and it completely trusted Shu Su.

Finally, Shu Su hardened her heart and exerted force——

The crane cried out in agony, its round eyes wide open in disbelief, with almost no struggle, and it died with its eyes open.

If Bai He could speak, he would definitely ask Shu Su before dying, "Why did you kill me?"

If Shu Su hadn't injured his Qi, he could have gone hunting a wild beast. Unfortunately, there were no ifs.

The villagers cheered and took the white crane away, plucking its feathers, gutting it, collecting firewood, and lighting a fire.

Soon, a pot of hot bird soup was ready.

Jian Shiyuan looked at the big black iron pot. The cooked white crane in the pot looked like a big duck.

A white crane that cannot fly is no different from a duck.

A bowl of broth was brought to Shu Su, but there was no fluctuation on Shu Su's pale face.

He reached out and picked up the bowl of soup. The soup was very clear, with only the surface of the soup glistening with oil. He could see his appearance clearly.

Shu Su brought the soup to his mouth, and suddenly, he overturned the bowl, accompanied by hysterical and painful crying, countless white feathers fell from the sky, they fluttered like heavy snow, covering Shu Su's body and face vigorously.