Chapter 32 The Second Illusion "Ha..." Shi Wen felt pain all over his body...

Shi Wenzhe's eyes curved into a smile as he watched Qin Wenxue's busy figure. The other hand on her wrist was bright and warm, which warmed her body, which was cold from excessive blood loss.

"Actually, it's a bit dirty." Shi Wenzhe glared angrily at his palms, which were covered in blood and mud, finding them too glaring and unsatisfying, and not quite matching Qin Wenxue's appearance.

"But never mind." She gave in, looking at the endless corpses and the malevolent aura.

Rescuing Qin Wenxue had exhausted all her spiritual power, and Linglong's strange transformation had left her mentally and physically drained. In fact, she was on the verge of fainting, but she couldn't bear to leave Qin Wenxue to face the danger alone.

If the little white flower squeezed out a little more juice, it might be able to extract a bit more purifying power, but that little bit of juice was simply wishful thinking to fight against the endless malevolent energy. She couldn't help but laugh: "Peach Blossom Valley is not a paradise, it's hell on earth."

The malevolent energy attacked the two of them indiscriminately. The cave was too small, trapping the rotting corpses and bones rushing in from outside, and also trapping the two of them.

The valley trembled again, but this time it lasted only a short time and the tremor was not strong. It only shook the rocks above their heads off. Shi Wenzhe released Qin Wenxue's hand, picked up the little white dog, shielded it from the rocks, and moved closer to Qin Wenxue.

Qin Wenxue stood upright, his movements calm and collected, each sword strike deadly. However, he seemed to be seriously injured, his lips pale, coughing up blood after killing a single rotting corpse. Shi Wenzhe watched in horror.

She stood there for a moment, looked around, then picked up a spatula from the ground and began smashing the rotting corpse like she was whack-a-mole.

Qin Wenxue seemed stunned for a moment, and even Chongming Sword paused for a second.

Shi Wenzhe, distracted, gave a reassuring smile: "They look clumsy and stupid. Well, I can use this to attack them too, but..." she said, "There are too many rotting corpses outside. We can't kill them all."

The earthquake intensified, and Shi Wen was utterly defeated, thinking, "With the earth shaking so badly, let's just send a big rock to crush them all to death."

"However..." Shi Wenzhe's pupils constricted, and he cried out in horror as he watched the huge rock falling straight down on his head, "I didn't tell you to kill me!!!"

"Aa ...

A strong hand landed on her waist, and she and Qin Wenxue's hair intertwined, their breaths mingling, as they spun and slid down.

She didn't understand why they were falling down in this small, relatively flat cave. The feeling of weightlessness spread through their limbs and bones, the scenery became blurred as they spun around, the space rippled and twisted, the stench of blood and decay suddenly disappeared, and their vision changed again, from dark to light, from inside the cave to the plain.

This place stretches for thousands of miles, but there is no sign of human habitation or wildlife. The ground is covered with only a thin layer of wild grass, and yellow sand fills the sky. Although it is daytime, the sun is not visible. The yellowish expanse is indistinct, and the thin air is as dry and unbearable as in the Gobi Desert.

Shi Wenzhe fell heavily onto the weeds, a sharp pain shooting through her waist: "I...I hit a pebble...cough cough cough." She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which landed all over Qin Wenxue's red clothes.

The little white dog's fur was dirty and matted. With a "whoosh," it fell onto Shi Wenzhe's stomach. Shi Wenzhe clutched her stomach and howled in pain, tears streaming down her face: "Why am I the one who gets hurt again..." She couldn't understand, but seeing Qin Wenxue's pale face and her hands supporting her on the grass as she struggled to maintain her body, she couldn't say anything.

"Are you alright?" She crawled over to support Qin Wenxue's body, her eyes filled with concern, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You look like you're in so much pain..."

"It's nothing," Qin Wenxue said softly, brushing away Shi Wenzhe's hand.

"Hmph—" He groaned, blood trickling from his lips. A strange fragrance burst forth unexpectedly. Shi Wenzhe, who was very close, subconsciously took a deep breath, like a cat high in catnip. He nuzzled Qin Wenxue's shoulder with hazy eyes. She parted her red lips slightly, her cheeks flushed, and let out a heavy breathing sound towards Qin Wenxue.

Shi Wenzhe: "..."

Qin Wenxue's eyes widened for a moment, staring at Shi Wenzhe in astonishment. Shi Wenzhe was covered in cold sweat; she was really on the verge of collapse. All of this had come at such an inopportune time. In short... in short, it was either coming to take her life or on its way to take her life.

She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound, but she couldn't control her breathing. She could only reduce the frequency of her breathing and lower the volume of her panting that made people blush.

Qin Wenxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she were also somewhat at a loss, but the expression was too subtle to be easily seen. Shi Wenzhe was completely focused on controlling his perverted thoughts and was not aware of anything else.

She only heard Qin Wenxue coldly refuse: "Stay away from me."

Hearing of broken paths often breaks one's heart.

"I..." She choked on her words, her hands grabbing at the withered grass haphazardly, her eyes quietly reddening.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was hoarse, and she didn't know what to say. Every single time, she had offended the person in front of her for no reason. The person in front of her hadn't killed her, but had just told her to get lost. She should be grateful, but the bitterness in her heart was still overwhelming and about to burst forth.

A strong wind blew out from the depths of the desert, howling against their faces. Qin Wenxue's long hair was spread out, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, with only his tightly pursed lips exposed. His lips were pale, but there were still traces of blood on them, which made him appear faintly erotic.

"Cough cough." He coughed muffledly, the veins in his neck bulging, his hands clenched tightly and began to tremble, more and more obviously, more and more forcefully, as if something was out of control, about to break free from the shackles of his body and run away.

He could only curl up and try to stop it, but it seemed to be of no use.

Shi Wenzhe looked helplessly at him, disregarding everything else, and hurriedly stroked his back. The tassels slipped down his shoulders with his hair, and Qin Wenxue's shoulder blades trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to take flight.

Her voice was hoarse, and she stammered, "Qin Wenxue..." Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly pushed backward.

With a loud "bang," Shi Wenzhe crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. She clutched her throat, coughing violently. The ground was covered in coarse sand. She turned around in a disheveled state and saw wisps of black mist, like agile fish, bursting forth from Qin Wenxue's body. The malevolent energy surged forth, blotting out the sky. They spread wildly, sweeping across every corner of the desert.

As darkness fell, she could only see a faint red hem of clothing, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside her.

My eyes were almost blinded by the sand, and I had to shield them from the wind and sand with my bare hands.

"It's too dark." Her heart sank slowly, a bitter feeling spreading through her, even her tongue felt stiff.

She couldn't bear to see that person, as bright as the moon, silently engulfed by resentment. Shi Wen clenched her right chest, feeling the burning heart pounding beneath her hand. Her heart felt as if it were being slowly sliced ​​apart, frozen in ice for thousands of years.

"It hurts." She didn't understand why she felt so sad.

"Qinwen Xue—" she murmured, imagining receiving a reply from that person.

But no.

The flying sand relentlessly lashed his face, but Shi Wenzhe ignored it all and dragged his battered body toward the person. Bloodstains spread into a long red line, connecting the two distant figures.

The malevolent aura intensified again, and Shi Wenzhe, like a stranded little fish, struggled to breathe and nearly died of thirst. She could only try her best to stick her head out, wagging her tail towards the cracks, towards the water source, and towards the light.

Large tears fell, and Shi Wenzhe, his eyes filled with tears, lay prone on the ground, using the thin layer of weeds under his fingertips to control his body as he approached step by step.

"Closer, a little closer," she murmured, her eyes shining like an inextinguishable lamp.

So bright.

Qin Wenxue looked into the distance, her eyes fixed on the view.

"Ptooey—" Shi Wenzhe spat out the yellow sand in his mouth and laughed foolishly.

Qin Wenxue's clothes still had that soft touch, which she liked very much, so she boldly started to knead them again, and even had the leisure to slowly climb up the other person's calves.

"Ding—" The silver bell jingled, and Shi Wenzhe finally touched the other person's cold cheek.

"It's so cold." She shivered, frost clinging to Qin Wenxue's long eyelashes. He was like a red plum blossom blooming quietly in the dead of winter, silent, still, and beautiful.

Qin Wenxue's eyes were tightly closed, and her head was lowered.

The black mist seemed to soften considerably towards this person whom she knew all too well. It was no longer violent or ruthless, but gently wrapped around Qin Wenxue, sometimes flowing and sometimes solidifying, revealing only her slender fingertips. Shi Wenzhe grabbed her and held on tightly, refusing to let go. Frost instantly spread across the back of her hand, and drops of blood congealed.

The fragrance intensified, yet Shi Wenzhe felt an unusual calm. That inexplicable impulse seemed to have never existed before. She recalled the day she first met Qin Wenxue.

It wasn't very pleasant, nor was it very clear, because she, like Qin Wenxue today, was unconscious. But she still remembered the cold fragrance on Qin Wenxue's body, and remembered it for a very long time. Even now, whenever she smells that cold fragrance, she knows it is Qin Wenxue.

What about Xue?

She touched her body haphazardly and then sniffed lightly. "The little white flower seems to have a fragrance too," she thought. "It's just that the fragrance is a bit faint, but it's still there. I wonder if Qin Wenxue, who is currently unconscious, is also conscious like she was back then... If she is, can she also smell her own fragrance, and will she also know that she has always been there?"

She kept thinking and thinking, and then, for some reason, she gave a silly smile.

Shi Wenzhe cupped Qin Wenxue's lowered face, trying to warm him with her own body heat, but after a short while, her hands became icy cold. She seemed somewhat helpless, unable to do anything about this person.

So she could only lean her forehead against his and quietly listen to the howling wind.

A beam of white light bloomed on his forehead, faint as a firefly in the night, as Shi Wenzhe slowly released spiritual power to dispel the endless malevolent energy.

Just as she was about to make a move, her wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind, and an icicle appeared out of thin air. With a "plop," it pierced through Shi Wenzhe's wrist and chest, and a lot of blood gushed out, splashing onto Qin Wenxue's face, making the red plum blossom even more beautiful.

He was astonished by the sight of the broken eye.

Blood dripped onto the ground where their fingers were intertwined. The murderous aura was aroused by the smell of blood, and it traveled all over Qin Wenxue's body from her fingertips, finally burrowing into her flesh.