Chapter 128 Killing the Tai Sui (Sixteen) Its blood, its flesh, its...

Seeing him trying to hide it, Song Qiling's curiosity grew even stronger. She said, "I won't look, I won't look," but her gaze involuntarily lingered on the gap in the t-shirt that was being covered by his toes.

Although it was covered by other tentacles, it was still possible to see that the main leg was located there. The cut was smooth and neat, clearly indicating that it had been severed by a sharp instrument.

Such a severe old injury... I wonder what my junior brother went through in the past...

"You mentioned earlier that Chu Yue wanted your body and blood, what did that mean?" She gripped the tentacle in her hand, her brows furrowing slightly. "Before you finished speaking, you brought me into this illusion, leading me to see your true form. Could it be...?"

【yes. 】

Sensing her thoughts, Gu Lianzhou simply confessed: "What he's after is the flesh of the Tai Sui."

These words were too blunt, and a look of confusion flashed across Song Qiling's face.

After a moment of silence, she tilted her head and repeated, "Tai Sui meat?"

She had originally thought it was just the blood of the Tai Sui or its inner core, but now that she had heard her junior brother say the words "Tai Sui flesh," she felt a chill creep up her spine and her hair stand on end.

"What...what does he want your flesh for?"

Alchemy? Medicinal ingredients?

"The flesh of the Tai Sui can prolong life and reduce all diseases." The junior brother's tone was frighteningly calm.

"What nonsense!" Song Qiling exclaimed incredulously. "Who said this? Who was the first to discover it? How could he have had the chance to eat your flesh?"

Chu Yue?

Suddenly remembering that Gu Lianzhou had mentioned this person as his "old friend," a bad feeling arose in his mind.

“Since I was a child, Chu Yue has had that face. Even as I grew up, he still looked young... I thought he had practiced evil magic and was some kind of monster, neither human nor ghost. Could it be that his ageless appearance is because of him…”

Did you eat the flesh of a rare fungus?

[Senior, would you like to see what happened back then?]

Song Qiling's heart sank, and without thinking, she said, "Look."

[There might be some gore; please treat it as a dream, senior brother.]

As soon as the words were spoken, white volcanic ash rose without wind, swirling and ascending like countless flying catkins. In the next instant, the world changed drastically.

Endless flames licked the sky, corpses littered the fields, broken halberds and shattered swords were stuck in the scorched earth, and blood stained the land dark red.

This place is clearly a battlefield.

Song Qiling felt her consciousness attached to a warm, supple object, carefully avoiding the bloodstains and corpses on the ground, searching for something.

She also felt more directly that the one possessed by her seemed to be the Tai Sui in his childhood.

Simple-minded.

My mind was preoccupied with only one thing: finding brightly colored, shiny objects.

The copper coins, silver, gold beans, and beautiful but useless glass beads in the brocade pouches at the waists of the dead soldiers; the kitchen knife worn smooth and shiny by the cooks; or the dagger inlaid with gemstones; the jade hairpin given by a girl...

Anything stained with blood is unacceptable.

The dusty ones were rolled up, wiped clean with suction cups, and hung on the antennae, making a lot of noise as they went.

The Tai Sui tirelessly scavenged the remaining battlefield, its crimson eyes darting around, finally stopping in front of a mountain of corpses.

It was dark and smelly.

The hills, piled up from countless corpses, were dark and rusty like iron, emitting a nauseating stench.

A tattered banner lay half-hidden among the corpses, broken arrows stuck out like withered grass, and congealed blood stained the soil a deep brown. Several vultures perched atop the pile, their scarlet eyes warily scrutinizing the uninvited guest.

Tai Sui intended to go around it, but suddenly caught a glimpse of an extremely bright light shining through the crevice of the mountain of corpses.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Its antennae trembled excitedly.

Another series of clanging and banging noises followed. It quickly moved to the foot of the mountain, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully climbed up the high wall made of corpses.

On the mountainside, it discovered the source of the light—a gleaming silver mirror, tightly gripped by a bloodless hand.

The soft tentacles wrapped around the edge of the mirror and were gently pulled, but they could not be removed. Suddenly, the hand moved.

Looking down the arm, one could see a man half-buried in a pile of corpses, his face covered with layers of bloodstains, some dried and dark brown, others still fresh and moist crimson, it was hard to tell whether the bloodstains were on him or on someone else.

He struggled to open his eyelids, his chapped lips parted slightly, and he could not make a clear sound because his throat was hoarse, but Tai Sui strangely understood his prayer.

"Save me," he kept repeating, his eyes unfocused, as if he were about to die.

But he wasn't dead, and he was still very strong, gripping the mirror tightly and refusing to let go.

The mirror was exquisitely crafted, with intricate patterns carved along its rim. Under the dim light, it shimmered with a cool glow, making it more dazzling than all the treasures it had ever collected.

The tentacles slapped the man's hand, which was tightly gripping the mirror, with agitation. The man's hand was in pain, and faint red marks appeared on the back of his hand, but he still refused to loosen his grip even slightly.

Tai Sui was so anxious that he paced back and forth, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the mirror.

want to.

I really want it.

A shiny baby that shines brightly in the sunlight.

Seeing the man stubbornly pleading for help, it suddenly had a flash of inspiration. It used its tentacles to curl up the kitchen knife it always carried with it and made a thin cut on its flexible tentacles.

Crimson blood, as red as flames, slowly seeped out, carrying a strange glow. The tentacles carefully brought it to the man's lips, and the liquid seemed to have a life of its own, seeping into his dry, cracked lips.

Blood slid down my throat.

The man's pale face visibly regained some color.

He took a deep breath, and his previously unfocused gaze refocused.

They should be able to survive.

Thinking this, Tai Sui took advantage of the moment when he was catching his breath, and his tentacles burrowed into his palm, peeling away the mirror.

This time, the man didn't stop him.

The gleaming mirror cannot fully reflect the massive body of the Tai Sui; it can only show its edges.

A strong, perfect physique.

Tai Sui winked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. Without a word, Song Qiling could sense his excitement and smugness.

Today was very fruitful.

The enormous monster, laden with all sorts of "exotic treasures," blotted out the sky, resembling a greedy, land-sitting octopus.

The man's eyes were half-closed, his gaze following the monster, his heart pounding like a drum.

Born in a chaotic world filled with bloodshed, symbolizing misfortune and death, this is the legendary evil god – Tai Sui.

He was unaware that the blood of the Tai Sui could bring people back to life.

The man propped himself up on his elbows and looked at his severely injured lower abdomen. He saw that the wound, which should have been covered in blood and almost rotten, was now visibly growing fresh flesh, squeezing out the rotten flesh until tender, white skin grew out.

It was as if they had been reborn.

No, this is rebirth.

It was during this brief moment that Song Qiling finally got a clear look at the man's face.

Dark scabs covered most of his face, making it almost impossible to discern his original skin color. A few strands of black hair, matted together with blood, clung haphazardly to his forehead and cheeks. However, only his eyes and brows were instantly recognizable to her.

Even after a long period of time, this person's appearance remained unchanged.

If she could speak now, Song Qiling would have cried out in surprise.

The person Tai Sui saved was actually... Chu Yue?!

His gaze lingered for only a few breaths before his vision rapidly receded like a howling wind. Tai Sui returned laden with his spoils, climbed down the mountain of corpses, bypassed the sea of ​​blood, and returned to a pitch-black void.

When Song Qiling opened her eyes again, the scene before her had changed.

A barefoot man knelt before her. When he saw her open her eyes, he seemed to be greatly frightened and suddenly fell backward.

"God, god." Chu Yue trembled as he got up, took out a silver box from his pocket, gently placed it on the ground, and pushed it in front of her.

After a moment of adjustment, Song Qiling realized that she was still using the perspective of "Tai Sui" to glimpse a corner of its old memories.

Her gaze returned to the trembling man before her and the tentacles slowly reaching out to him, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

How did Chu Yue find his way here after escaping death?

The silver box loosened, and the lid quietly opened, revealing various colored stones underneath.

Sunset red, azure blue, egg yolk yellow...

The stones vary in texture; some are crystal clear, some are oily and smooth like grease, and some gleam with a cold, icy light.

Their shapes are also different.

Columnar, spherical, rhomboid...

No one knows where he found these treasures, but it was truly a lucky find, exactly what Tai Sui wanted.

Watching the tentacles pick up and play with the stones one by one, Song Qiling sighed inwardly with frustration.

Still playing?

Soon they'll be coming to eat your flesh.

Despite thinking this way, seeing Tai Sui roll up the silver box and hide it under his belly, he still felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This Tai Sui...

She's so easy to coax.

When Chu Yue saw Tai Sui accept the silver box, a glimmer of hope immediately appeared in his eyes. It was as if he had finally found an outlet to confide in, and he began to tell it about his background and experiences. Tai Sui moved its body and hid itself in the darkness, but the man's voice kept coming through every nook and cranny.

According to him, he was once the national advisor, but his country was destroyed and his relatives and friends were scattered. Now he has nothing. It was Tai Sui who gave him a second life. It is no exaggeration to say that he was his second parents.

He added that Tai Sui is a deity, and he is willing to be its most devout believer.

Tai Sui didn't understand what gods were or what believers meant. It only felt that this person had some ability, as he could find its nest and bring many shiny stones.

It has always loved shiny objects.

It was very happy.

Days passed by one after another.

Until one day, its "believers" brought a whole bag of gold beans, respectfully prostrated themselves on the ground, and begged it for a bowl of blood.

That small bowl, no bigger than the palm of your hand, was not even as wide as its thinnest wrist and foot.

“My family member is critically ill and on the verge of death… I beg the gods to grant me blood to save him.” He pressed his head deeply into the cold ground, his voice choked with emotion, “I am willing to exchange it for more gems and more gold.”

His words were earnest, and his posture humble.

What a devout believer!

So Tai Sui picked up a golden bean, rolled up a sharp knife, cut open the skin, and quietly filled the bowl.

Chu Yue stared intently at its movements, murmuring to himself, "Thank you, immortal... I will never forget this kindness and virtue."

Tai Sui also liked him calling himself "a deity".

Although he still didn't understand the meaning, he felt that the two words sounded particularly pleasing to the ear when he uttered them.

But it didn't know that once human desires break through the dam, they surge like a flood and are difficult to stop.

I'd like a bowl of rice today.

I'll ask for a pot tomorrow.

And then, it never stopped...

The blade needs to cut through soft flesh without scales to make a cut; if the cut is too shallow, the blood cannot flow out smoothly, and it will heal in just a few breaths.

Therefore, it can only exert force again and again, making the wound longer and deeper.

Tai Sui will naturally feel pain too.

The burning and tearing sensation was like a red-hot chisel cutting grooves into the flesh. After a brief period of numbness and heat, the heart rate increased, breathing became rapid, and the muscles healed extremely quickly, spasming and contracting uncontrollably, covering the pain with a new layer of pain.

At first, it lasted only a moment.

Later, time seemed to stretch out, and every inch of pain became so clear it sent shivers down one's spine.

Song Qiling endured the torment of empathy and couldn't help but pray in her heart.

"Stop cutting."

"Where can you find a demon god like you, who doesn't know how to refuse?"

"What a fool he is..."

Later, the "believer" brought even more believers with him.

This time, however, Chu Yue changed into clean and tidy clothes, and upon seeing it, he no longer humbly prostrated himself in worship.

His hands were empty; the glittering stones that had brought him joy were nowhere to be seen.

Tai Sui was somewhat unhappy and unwilling to exchange with him.

It instinctively shrank back, trying to retreat into the deeper shadows.

However, the moment it moved, a burst of golden light suddenly shone all around, and runes drawn in cinnabar lit up one after another on the ground and stone walls, forming an invisible cage that firmly imprisoned it in place.

The golden light was scorching and stinging, causing it to emit a low, uncomfortable groan.

Tai Sui's crimson pupils contracted slightly in the sudden brightness as they slowly swept across the unfamiliar human faces before him.

It couldn't understand those complex expressions, but it could clearly smell the emotions permeating the air—fear, unease, excitement, greed... all sorts of smells mixed together, making one feel nauseous.

The most prominent, almost overwhelming, element is...desire.

They stared intently at it, their eyes burning, as if they were gazing at a rare treasure, or as if they were thirsting for everything about it.

Its blood, its flesh, its bones.

In the suffocating silence, Chu Yue suddenly spoke in a gentle voice: "Please calm down, everyone."

He raised his hand, pointing at the Tai Sui trapped in the golden light, as if displaying a successful prey.

"This thing is the ancient demon god 'Tai Sui'. I promised you all that after we subdue and kill it, everyone here will receive a cup of Tai Sui's blood."

His gaze swept over the faces around him, burning with greed, and his tone was seductive: "Drink it, and it will cure all diseases and prolong your life."

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers, their eyes gleaming with greed.

Song Qiling trembled with rage as she felt the empathy. Through Tai Sui's vision, she stared intently at Chu Yue, who stood impeccably dressed in the center of the magic array.

He now looks incredibly radiant, a stark contrast to the humble believer who once groveled on the ground, speaking earnestly.

He made hand seals with his fingertips and chanted incantations, steadily activating the binding array. The golden light suddenly contracted, like red-hot iron chains cutting into the body of the Tai Sui, bringing a sharp burning pain and suffocation.

【roar--】

Torn between excruciating pain and the fury of betrayal, Tai Sui let out a deafening roar, his crimson eyes almost dripping blood.

Its body swelled violently in its rage, instantly doubling in size and nearly tearing the underground nest apart.

"Boom!"

The rock face cracked, and the rubble rained down like a torrential downpour, plunging the entire area into chaos and dust.

The crowd that had been cheering just moments before suddenly erupted in shrill screams. Some were hit by stones and fell to the ground groaning in pain, while others panicked and tried to escape the collapsing cage.

"I have broken my leg……"

"The monster has gone mad!"

"Master Chu, save me!"

Cries and screams filled the air.

Standing amidst the falling rubble, Chu Yue's expression remained unchanged. He took a step forward, his voice piercing through the chaos, clearly reaching the ears of every terrified believer: "Calm down, everyone! These are mere minor injuries, nothing to worry about."

He gazed intently at the Tai Sui trapped in the golden light, and said, word by word, "All of you need only drink the blood of the Tai Sui to revive the dead and heal the wounded! The more it struggles now, the stronger the power of its blood will be!"

These words were like a shot of adrenaline to the panicked crowd, and greed instantly overwhelmed fear.

The fear in their eyes faded, replaced by an even more frantic desire. The survivors no longer retreated; instead, they endured their pain and cast spells, channeling their meager magical power into the array's core.

The golden light array, now blessed, shone even brighter, like a giant net that was gradually tightening, suppressing the roaring and struggling Tai Sui. The light was like thousands of red-hot steel needles, piercing its wounds that were constantly healing and being torn apart.

A tearing pain shot through Song Qiling, who cried out silently in her heart, but could only watch helplessly as that radiant figure calmly directed the hunt.

Everything before my eyes seemed to be connected.

The intricate runes deeply embedded in the rock strata and flowing with golden light on the walls were not created overnight.

It seems that this meticulously planned siege had already quietly begun the moment Chu Yue drank the first mouthful of Tai Sui blood and experienced its immense power to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.

So-called gratitude, piety, and even those calls of "gods" are nothing but honey wrapped in poison, meant to lower its guard and then devour it.

"Clang—!"

A cold touch suddenly tightened around one of its struggling wrists, and a chain formed by runes imprisoned its movements, attempting to drain its life force.

Tai Sui struggled desperately, trying to break free of these shackles, but more runic chains shot out from the golden barrier, tightly binding its tentacles.

Then, it turned its scarlet eyes and saw the believer.

He joined his fingers like a brush, sketching in the air, and a talisman blade formed from compressed golden light took shape at his fingertips, its edges vibrating and emitting bursts of buzzing.

Without a moment's hesitation, the talisman blade, accompanied by a resolute and sharp whistle, slashed down with unerring precision!

"laugh--!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

The excruciating pain brutally swept over all its senses.

In an instant, his heart was gripped tightly by an invisible hand, then began to pound wildly, almost bursting through his sternum and leaping out of his body.

Blood boiled and flowed backward in the veins, crashing against the shattering barrier of reason.

The pain, exceeding the limits of physiology, surged forth like a tsunami through empathy, relentlessly crushing every nerve of Song Qiling's body.

Suddenly, everything went black before her eyes, her ears rang incessantly, and it felt as if an invisible hand was plunging into and violently churning her internal organs, almost completely crushing and annihilating her mind.

It hurts so much...

Indescribable, beyond thought, only the most primal reaction remains, emitting a silent yet all-encompassing shriek from the depths of consciousness.

The excruciating pain of her severed wrist, like a persistent, insidious infection, continued to rage and cut her inch by inch, almost dragging her consciousness into boundless darkness.

In the midst of this excruciating pain, her legs suddenly went weak, and she staggered as if she had stepped into thin air. Just then, a pair of arms caught her steadily and pulled her into a firm and warm embrace.

However, this sudden support could not immediately alleviate the deep-seated pain. The wound where Tai Sui's tentacles had been severed by the talisman blade was still burning, and a clear tearing sensation surged in waves.

Consciousness fluctuated between excruciating pain and a hazy state.

"Senior brother..."

A familiar voice rang in her ears, carrying undisguised annoyance and restrained tenderness.

In a daze, she felt a warm hand gently cup her cheek, and then soft fingertips carefully wiped away the physiological tears that she hadn't even noticed herself.

The voice paused, as if grinding its teeth, before continuing, "I apologize, it was my negligence that made me forget that empathy in the virtual world can even transmit pain truthfully."