Chapter 74 The Bloodstained Beauty She recognized her. ...

She recognized him.

That's Linglong's voice. Why is Linglong so sad? Why is he crying so bitterly? Is he in a lot of pain? It sounds like he's about to die from the pain...

Shi Wenzhe rushed toward the wooden door with all his might, his body firm, but he was shaken so badly that he could not stand steadily. The scenery in front of him began to spin, becoming blurry and distorted.

The screams continued, each one sounding like a lamentation of blood!

Shi Wenzhe was anxious to go out and find Linglong's figure, but the earthquake seemed to be working against her. What was just a greenhouse-like hall to her had become a cage that imprisoned her. As if she were in a maze, she was teleported back to a stool and sat down just as she was about to cross the threshold.

Shi Wenzhe was so anxious that he slapped his own legs as if he wanted to break them. The force was extremely heavy, and he kept muttering, "I'm so useless, so useless, why am I so useless!"

Her behavior at this moment was somewhat crazy and irrational.

Even so, she still couldn't leave the main room.

“Linglong…Linglong! Linglong!!” Shi Wenzhe shouted.

【Aa ...

Shi Wenzhe was so anxious she was almost crying. Her short, urgent cries echoed like a nightmare in the main room.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Shi Wenzhe screamed, covering his ears as if he were going crazy. "Help! Help! Linglong! Where are you? Where are you?!"

Suddenly, the silver bracelet on her wrist burst forth with a blinding white light, shattering the surging black mist between heaven and earth. Shi Wenzhe stared wide-eyed, her hands still raised in mid-air to cover her ears, and then silently shed a tear.

The tear happened to fall onto the silver bracelet, or rather, the bracelet attracted the tear like a magnet. In the instant the tear fell, the world spun and turned upside down, the boiling water gradually subsided, and everything around became quiet.

The sky above became beneath her feet, pressed into the mud, while the blue bricks hanging overhead transformed into a dark, apocalyptic night.

Shi Wenzhe gasped for breath several times as if he were drowning, murmuring Linglong's name.

The moment the words fell, the silver bracelet transformed into a stream of water, slowly enveloping her, and then carrying Shi Wenzhe, making her swim freely between heaven and earth.

She was still reeling from the dizziness of the world spinning around her, the nauseating yet stimulating feeling still pounding violently in her heart. Shi Wenzhe felt as if she were sitting in a car, watching the scenery outside the window rushing past.

The dark sky seemed about to fall to earth, and Shi Wenzhe instinctively shrank his neck, afraid of touching the horizon.

It was too desolate here. The vast expanse of land, if it were lush and green, would surely be a sea of ​​flowers where cattle and sheep roamed freely, a place where one could drown in the happiness of spring. Unfortunately, the mountains here were barren, the ground was cracked, and the mottled scenery was blurry and ugly. As far as the eye could see, there was only a silent blackness, like the color of scorched earth. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of dust, making it hard for her to breathe.

Ruoshui, soft and graceful, carried Shiwenzhe swiftly towards a certain place.

The winds blowing from all directions seemed to converge and surge towards Shi Wenzhe. She smelled the stench of blood in the soil, the nauseating smell of rotting corpses, and the rotten smell of tree roots melting into a pool of sewage.

Shi Wenzhe moved his body, like a fish caught on a fishing line, struggling violently and forcefully, but the struggle became weaker and weaker until it finally gave out.

Her consciousness began to blur, and the extreme emotional ups and downs left her, who had just regained her clarity of mind, exhausted again. She wanted to fall asleep, but this time, her sleep might be forever. But what about Linglong... She dared not close her eyes if she couldn't see her.

Even if her arrival is useless, just seeing him once and confirming that he is safe and sound will allow her to relax and quietly daydream when facing Zhaohua again.

We need to take a look.

I don't know who gave her this mission.

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, so strong that Shi Wenzhe vomited violently a few times. Ruoshui wrapped around her, swirling between her mouth and nose, emitting a cool, colorless, and odorless sensation that momentarily calmed her mind.

A noisy, unrestrained, and ear-piercing jeer came from ahead. The closer Shi Wenzhe got, the louder the sound became. Shi Wenzhe felt a surge of anger rising in his heart, wishing he could slap each of them to death. "Laugh your ass off, die, you big idiots!"

She glared fiercely ahead, wishing she could pierce a hole in the ashes. The wind, accompanied by mocking laughter, rushed towards her, and a fierce aura rose from her, barely able to suppress her murderous intent.

Shi Wenzhe felt a lingering fear; a fine sweat broke out on her back. She shook her head, slapped herself, and stared blankly, thinking, "How could I have thought that?"

She's a law-abiding citizen.

The wind stopped, and Shi Wen was wrapped in a layer of water film, carefully protecting the folded blanket.

Ruoshui has finally reached the destination she has been pursuing.

Shi Wenzhe looked at her body floating in the air, like a jellyfish. She touched the water film, which felt like jelly and was very cool.

Another piercing laugh came from below her body, growing more and more unrestrained. Shi Wenzhe looked down and the moment she saw the scene, her blood ran cold from head to toe. She was frozen, motionless, her breathing barely perceptible, her eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

"Ling...Linglong." She stammered, her voice small and weak, but it grew louder the moment she saw Linglong covered in blood. She called out "Linglong" over and over again, and the echoes of her cries filled the sky and the earth. How could the people at her feet not hear her?

Shi Wenzhe trembled, struggling to land, but Ruoshui held her captive. Only now did she clearly realize that she, an outsider and a soul from another world, was on this continent...

It's completely useless.

What did she talk about later? She was just a lonely soul.

A large crowd gathered at her feet, surrounding Linglong Tiantian in layers like ripples on water.

Linglong was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he was bound to a thick pillar, tightly chained together. The pillar was iron-colored, with intricate and obscure patterns carved on it, and it emitted a cold, icy light. It stood upright in the ground like a long and sharp iron spear.

Blood flowed down his body and onto the ground. Linglong knelt weakly on the ground, her arms chained to a pillar. Shi Wenzhe looked closely and saw that her arms were extremely weak, as if her sleeves were empty, hanging limply. Shi Wenzhe's heart suddenly sank to the ground.

Linglong lowered his head, making it impossible to discern his expression, but the rise and fall of his chest was shallow and faint, making it almost impossible for Shi Wenzhe to tell whether he was still alive.

The harsh laughter grew louder and louder, followed by enthusiastic cheers from the crowd, and the tragic scene of blood being cut open on the ground.

A man stood before him, dressed in black, with a cold and expressionless face, staring at Linglong. He blocked all the light from Linglong, casting a dark shadow, and looked down at him with utter disdain.

It is Luo Yunsheng.

Luo Yunsheng was fairly decent-looking. If you only interacted with him normally, you would probably think he was an upright and righteous knight-errant. But at this moment, he was holding a long whip with jagged nails on it, and bright red blood was still flowing from it. Apart from the whip marks, all the wounds on Linglong's body were bloody holes left by nails piercing into her flesh.

The holes were dense and deep, and blood gushed out. In no time, the area beneath Linglong was covered in bright red blood, and even her hair had clumped together.

Luo Yunsheng's sinister gaze distorted his otherwise upright face, making it appear as if shrouded in mist, which made him look much more ferocious.

Linglong suddenly coughed lightly, which aggravated his wounds. He seemed to be in great pain, his body twitched, and he mustered his last bit of strength to lean his battered body against the iron pillar, then breathed heavily.

Behind Luo Yunsheng stood many evil cultivators wearing ghost masks. Most of them were shrouded in wide and thick black robes, covering their entire bodies. Only a hint of evil gaze was faintly visible through their ghost masks as they looked at Linglong with ill intent.

Black mist enveloped them, making them appear like demons crawling out of hell, greedily eyeing the last remaining patch of white in the world.

Luo Yunsheng's voice was hoarse, as if it had been worn down by sand, and it was very unpleasant to hear. "I know that you have protected Qingzhu in Peach Blossom Valley. If you hand her over to me, I may consider letting you go."

Linglong lowered her head and did not reply.

Luo Yunsheng gripped the whip tightly, his face filled with anger. He had just been locked in a stalemate with Linglong. No matter what methods he used, the demon opposite him seemed to be dead, not saying a word. The evil cultivators behind him were all wicked, cruel, and bloodthirsty. Seeing that Linglong was unmoved, they had long been itching to cut off his demon core.

In other words, he kept the demon alive because it was useful. He beat up the group of evil cultivators, which barely quelled the crowd's discontent and spared Linglong's life.

But Linglong ignored him; he had long been unable to contain his anger.

Luo Yunsheng gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Speak!"

Linglong kept her head down.

With a "crack," he swung his whip again. Linglong groaned and slid down a little, the bloodstains on her body becoming even heavier.

Do you want to die?

A deafening roar erupted from the crowd: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" With each malicious shout, the black mist surrounding them grew thicker, almost swallowing them whole.

Shi Wen clenched her fists unconsciously, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and said anxiously, "Linglong, speak quickly, speak quickly!"

"Luo Cheng." Luo Yunsheng called out, and a man in black robes and a mask stepped out from the crowd. He stopped beside Luo Yunsheng and replied, "Senior Brother."

Luo Yunsheng flicked the whip at him, twisted his wrist, raised his chin, and ordered, "Beat him, just leave him with a breath left."

A sinister voice came from behind and said, "Wouldn't it be better to just kill him? He's still a thousand-year-old demon. If we cut off his demon core and stew his flesh, we can use it to cultivate. Wouldn't it be just a matter of time before we can defeat the demon?"

Someone chimed in, "Yeah, we finally caught a big demon, why can't we cook and eat it? I haven't had any meat in ages."

Luo Yunsheng glanced at the other party, his words carrying a veiled warning: "How many people can share such a tiny piece of meat?! Put away your wicked thoughts; he's still useful to me."

The man complained, "What's the use? We've wiped out all the great demons of Peach Blossom Valley, and the remaining demons have all pledged allegiance to Yi Chi Xue. There's only this one left..." He glared fiercely at Luo Yun Sheng, "Do you want to take it all for yourself? Luo Yun Sheng... Don't think we're afraid of you just because you're powerful. We're not demons you can fool. Don't try to fool us."