Chapter 76 Linglong, how can I save you...?

Shi Wenzhe's tears streamed down her face. She curled up in the water, sobbing silently, as if she were about to faint from crying, or cry until the sky and earth collapsed.

Linglong, beneath the silver hammer, was a bloody mess, seemingly dead. Shi Wenzhe dared not think of it, and pleaded with a tearful face, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, little bird, blow it..."

Those were Zhao Hua's words to comfort the kingfisher. When Linglong was little, he was playful and gluttonous. He flew up a tree and was whipped down by a tree branch that had come to life, breaking his wings. His wings weren't actually hurt, so it didn't hurt, but when he flew sadly to the peach tree, he couldn't help but shed a couple of drops of cat urine. Zhao Hua shook the peach tree, the rustling of the leaves echoing through the valley, gentle and soothing. He softly comforted him, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, little bird, blow on it."

Time has passed, and Peach Blossom Valley has changed beyond recognition.

She suddenly felt relieved. Luckily, Linglong was unconscious. If she were still awake, she would be in excruciating pain, a thousand times more painful than a broken wing, so painful that she would not want to live.

But to everyone's surprise... Linglong's fingers twitched, and the sounds of flesh growing and broken bones healing rang out. Luo Yunsheng was stunned for a moment, then stopped, dragging the setting sun with him. In an instant, the pool of flesh on the ground was rebuilt into bones and muscles, and Linglong returned to being the silent figure covered in blood.

Shi Wenzhe stared at this scene in disbelief, when suddenly Zhao Hua's voice echoed in his mind, "This year's birthday gift... I'll give you a fruit. My fruit only ripens once every thousand years, and only one fruit grows at a time. It can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. It's a truly wonderful gift. Linglong, do you like it?"

I like it.

Anyway, Shi Wenzhe liked it. Her eyes shone brightly, and her joy was about to spread. She suddenly burst into laughter, muttering Zhaohua's name as if she were insane.

Linglong's intact body seemed to proclaim his stubbornness, and looked at Luo Yunsheng with utter sarcasm.

Luo Yunsheng's face immediately darkened.

A dispute erupted among the crowd. Countless people killed him, ate him, and dissected his flesh. The greed in their eyes was even greater. They stared at Linglong with eyes like hyenas eyeing their prey, ugly and disgusting.

One of them said, "Luo Yunsheng! This demon cannot be allowed to live! Kill him!"

The crowd echoed, "Kill him! Kill him!!" Their killing intent surged, and their greed remained undiminished.

"Get out!" Luo Yunsheng roared, his Demon-Slaying Whip returning to his hand, and he slashed at the crowd. The sounds of groans and falls filled the air, creating an unusually lively scene.

Luo Cheng narrowed his eyes and said cautiously, "Senior brother... this demon is extremely evil. He can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. I'm afraid he may have other magical artifacts hidden on him that could harm you invisibly. You should... stay away from him."

Luo Yunsheng gritted his teeth, "It's just a low-level demon."

“Life and death, flesh and bones, ha.” Luo Yunsheng turned around with a smug look, glanced coldly at Linglong, smiled maliciously, and suddenly spoke to the messy crowd: “If you can find a way to make him wish he were dead, I will not take any of this demon, and will give it all to you to improve your cultivation.”

The crowd stirred for a moment, exchanging glances before finally turning to the person who had spoken earlier. That person remained silent with their head down, then looked directly at Luo Yunsheng and made their decision: "You keep your word."

Luo Yunsheng nodded: "Of course." He glanced at Luo Cheng, who followed him away from the crowd, leaving behind a pack of wolves and a bloodstained rabbit.

The crowd thronged around Linglong in the center, the encirclement shrinking until it was completely impenetrable, without a single ray of light.

Shi Wenzhe frantically scratched her nails until they bled, but when she stretched out her head, she could see nothing. She suddenly felt defeated. She couldn't do anything in Ruoshui, and instead had to witness this horrific disaster. Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, she could hardly breathe. The relief and excitement of having her body reconstructed hadn't faded yet, and a bad premonition rose in her heart. Shi Wenzhe prayed softly, "Please, please, Linglong, wake up."

She rambled on and on, mentioning Guanyin, Tathagata, Buddha, Jesus, and Satan one by one, then began to mutter about her ancestors, finally summoning Chang Hong and Qin Wenxue.

It seems there are no gods or Buddhas in the continent of Zhaoyao, but it is said that Zhe has her own gods.

Gods above, Linglong was kind and gentle throughout his life, never did evil, and protected his people. I beg you... I beg you, let him have a happy ending.

Tears streamed down her face, soaking her clothes.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..." The laughter from the crowd was shrill and ear-piercing. Shi Wenzhe hurriedly tried to get closer to see what was going on, when he heard someone say, "I think his bones are so brittle, how about breaking them again?"

"To see his life and death again?"

“Good! I’ve got my eye on his legs. My legs were cut off by Danfeng, and I want a new pair made from his legs.”

"Then I want his hands..."

The war between immortals and demons has lasted for over fifty years. The evil forces are like stray dogs, with most of them suffering severed limbs. Linglong... Linglong is like a Tai Sui (a mythical creature), even if a piece is dug out, it will keep growing back, like an inexhaustible divine artifact.

Blood splattered everywhere, leaving the ground stained and mottled.

Shi Wenzhe lightly touched her cheek, bewildered and helpless, as if she were high in the sky, feeling the warmth of blood splattered on her face.

Linglong's body was cut off and regrown, regrown and cut off again. For a moment, the crowd became unusually quiet, filled with the grotesque faces of those torturing Linglong.

It seemed that Linglong's convulsing body, painful groans, and distorted face were their stimulants. Every time a hand or foot was severed, they became excited. The number of times accumulated until they reached a critical point, and finally, their excitement turned into unrestrained laughter between heaven and earth.

I often hear of heartbreak, as if my heart is being torn apart, my liver and intestines ripped to pieces.

No matter how angry and resentful she cried out, no one answered her. She was just a lonely ghost, and the human world could not accept her.

There was still dirty water on the ground. It must have rained a few days ago, and the land was damp and muddy. Now it was being washed away again and again by Linglong's bloodstains, as if the mud would never find peace and would never clear up.

After an unknown amount of time, Linglong's figure gradually shrank, transforming from an adult into a child. Her body was reshaped countless times until someone finally noticed that Linglong was about to give up.

He shouted, "Don't kill him! He can bring the dead back to life and revive the dead. Not only can we get healthy hands and feet, but we can also continuously eat his flesh and blood to increase our cultivation..."

Upon hearing what the man said, they suddenly understood. They abandoned their intention to torment Linglong and looked at her as if she were a lamb to the slaughter, their eyes gleaming with greed. A squeaking sound came from the crowd, and they all looked over to see three or five people gathered together, hugging a leg and wolfing down food.

The remaining people suddenly became angry, "Why are you still stealing food? You want to die!"

"Hey, don't hit me! If you want to eat him, just cut off his arms and legs. Let me tell you, the meat on his belly is the most tender, and his heart's blood is the sweetest! Haha ...

Shi Wenzhe's voice was hoarse, and he could no longer cry.

Linglong suffered inhuman torture once again, but he never uttered a sound. The crowd was all eating with their heads down, their mouths full of blood, and the sky was extremely gray.

Linglong, lying on her back, blinked. Her eyes were no longer bright, but dull and gray, as if she were extremely tired. She gave a bleak smile.

Shi Wenzhe didn't know who he was smiling at, but coincidentally, she and Linglong met eyes from afar. Only she knew the shock she felt at that moment. Linglong's withered hair, thin face, and curled-up body all told her...

"He was in a lot of pain and discomfort, he... wanted to die."

"Linglong...Linglong, how can I save you...What should I do, what should I do, Qin Wenxue!"

The village within the Yin-Yang Lock has no day or night; the dark sky remains unchanged, making it hard to breathe. Occasionally, the sound of something floating in mid-air is heard, oblivious to the passage of time.

Time passed very slowly, as if a century had gone by.

Finally, a faint green light appeared in the center of the crowd. The light vanished in an instant, causing a stir among them.

Suddenly someone said, "This kid has turned back into his original form! Let me see! Hahahaha, he was just a bird after all. He was just a bird."

"Really? Let me see. He's soaked in blood and I can barely see him. I thought he was so capable. He doesn't even know what he is. Just a kingfisher. He actually dares to dream of being a savior and go against us."

Some people laughed jokingly: "It's ridiculous that a bird would dream of saving the world like a phoenix."

The crowd erupted in laughter and jeers.

He picked up the lifeless kingfisher, turned it around in front of the crowd, and let everyone see it. The kingfisher was tiny, not even as big as his palm, and it really, really looked dead.

When Shi Wenzhe heard those hurtful words, he cried uncontrollably.

Yes, Linglong was just a bird, a kingfisher. He originally wanted a world where he could fly and a big tree to lean on, and that would have been enough for him. Unfortunately, human greed brought slaughter and endless darkness. He could only ignite a little hope, turn into a lamp, and illuminate the demons who were drowning in the darkness and about to sink and lose their way.

Her delicate, slender back, amidst the swaying wind and rain, supported a small world, a place called home.

He didn't actually do anything earth-shattering, nor did he dream of saving all his kind. He simply didn't stand idly by and stepped forward to be the leader. He was just a bird, with no grand ambitions...

Shi Wen thought sadly, "Stop laughing."

But the laughter was still jarring, her mind was buzzing, and everything went white before her eyes. "Stop laughing..." she said weakly, then suddenly roared, unleashing a deafening roar towards the sky: "Stop laughing! Stop laughing! Stop laughing!" Shi Wenzhe murmured, her body slumped helplessly into a ball.

The bird's feathers were no longer smooth, they were covered in blood, its beak was gray and withered, its wings were tattered, and its legs, which had been cut off, had not yet grown back, revealing gruesome wounds.

The little bird was already small, and now it had almost no flesh left on its body. The evil cultivator, fearing that Linglong would die, finally let it go after drinking blood and eating flesh day and night.

With a "bang," the kingfisher was flung into the muddy puddle on the road, splashing up dirty water. A passing evil cultivator muttered something, kicked the kingfisher, and then laughed at the lifeless bird.

The laughter gradually faded away, and the world was empty except for the withered Shi Wenzhe and the kingfisher whose fate was unknown.

"Is there anyone who can save him...?"

"Is there anyone who can save him?"

Linglong shouldn't have ended up like this. It's those evil demons who deserve to die! Why, why! Why should good people die unjustly? The bad people should pay with their lives! Heaven is unjust! Heaven is unjust!

Exquisite, exquisite, exquisite...

How can I save you?