Chapter 137 Obsessed

"What does it feel like to kill someone?"

Yun Chen never thought about this matter in detail.

In this world, it's either you or I. In order to survive, she couldn't remember how many people she had killed.

After pondering for a long time, Yun Chen said, "It's hard to say. You'll know once you feel it yourself."

Without waiting for Yan Lang to speak, she blindfolded him with her belt, picked him up, flew away with her light Kung Fu skills, and landed on the ground a moment later.

Her injuries had not fully healed, and her legs still hurt when she ran.

She gritted her teeth and took a few breaths, then straightened her face, walked to Yanlang, put a dagger in his hand, still covering his eyes, and said:

"Stab it down, and you'll know what it feels like."

Yan Lang was very confused, his hand holding the dagger stopped in mid-air, and he said with a smile:

"What are you talking about? Now you've found someone for me to kill?"

She took his hand and stabbed it hard, "Yes, this man is your servant, new, about twenty years old, not tall, dark and fat. I have tied him up, he won't struggle too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger pierced his body.

The blade seemed to sink into a sticky swamp in an instant, and a feeling of being wrapped in a heavy substance was transmitted from the blade to the hand.

Yan Lang immediately felt the "person" under the knife begin to struggle violently, howling in pain.

He was so shocked that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Yun Chen held his hand tighter and stabbed down even harder.

A terrifying howl, one louder than the other, came to his ears. Yan Lang's mind was confused, but he could clearly feel a violent twisting and struggling in his hands, which made it almost impossible for him to hold the dagger. His palms were cut by the handle and hurt.

The "person" under the knife made a final struggle for survival, banging against the board beneath him.

A strong smell of blood filled Yanlang's nostrils, making him feel nauseous.

Yun Chen's voice was close to his ears, gentle but murderous:

"Do you feel it? This is what it feels like to kill someone."

Yan Lang could no longer hold on, and pushed Yun Chen away, lying on the ground and vomiting violently.

He pulled off the belt covering his eyes and saw a sturdy black pig lying on the slaughtering board in a pool of blood. The cook was standing beside it with a butcher knife in his hand, looking stunned.

There were no servants, no "people", just a wild black boar whose screams sounded like those of a human.

But Yun Chen's description just now was so vivid that Yan Lang completely believed that the person under the knife was a living person.

The dagger was still stuck in the wild boar's neck. Yun Chen stepped forward and hooked the wild boar's jaw with an iron hook. He hugged the struggling and howling pig's head, held the dagger, pulled it horizontally, and cut the wild boar's throat with one knife. Blood splattered all over the ground.

The wild boar gradually stopped struggling and fell silent.

Yun Chen pulled out the dagger, skillfully wiped it twice on his trouser leg to wipe off the blood, and put it back into his boot.

She patted the wild boar's butt and sighed:

"I'm sorry, but you're going to die anyway. You might as well fulfill your master's wish before you die. I'll have the chef cook you something delicious so you can go with dignity."

The cook and servants beside him couldn't help laughing, only Yan Lang looked at Yun Chen steadily.

In those eyes, which were clearly black and white and as pure as lotus flowers, he once again saw that murderous decisiveness.

The last time I saw this look was when the two of them were in the black bear forest and she killed a big black bear alone.

For some reason, Yan Lang deeply liked Yun Chen's murderous look that was inadvertently revealed.

Like a pure and clean little white rabbit, it occasionally transforms into a bloodthirsty beast with bared fangs.

This strong contrast made him feel like he had tasted the sweetness and became addicted to it.

Yun Chen stepped forward to help Yan Lang up, washed his hands, and returned to the quiet courtyard where the milky white kumis was placed.

Yan Lang kept staring at his hands. On the palm of his palm was a long-lasting red mark left by the knife handle.

Yun Chen understood that Yan Lang had fine clothes and delicious food, and had a high status. He lacked nothing except a sense of control over "death".

He couldn't control his own weak body. Only by truly controlling "death" could the knot in his heart that had lasted for nearly forty years in his life finally be relieved.

"Yan Lang, now you know that killing people doesn't feel good. You are a miracle doctor, you save people."

Yan Lang picked up the milk wine, and for the first time he saw his hands trembling.

"I only began studying medicine because I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Because I'm a prince, I have easy access to all kinds of precious and hard-to-find medical books, allowing me to learn faster than others. My heart for medicine has always been solely for myself. Treating others is just a side job, and often with utilitarian motives."

Yun Chen smiled, "Judging by deeds, not hearts, no one is perfect. No matter what your original intention was, you have healed many people. Yan Lang, you see, killing a person often only takes a moment, but saving a person, like you saved me this time, requires a lot of effort and energy. It can be seen that saving people is much more difficult than killing them."

"No one is perfect? ​​That's interesting," Yanlang said.

Yun Chen added, "I can't comfort you, because you're really miserable. If you believe in fate, and believe that 'I was born to be useful,' then perhaps God needs a miracle doctor to save the world, and that's why he made you like this."

Unlike everyone around him, Yun Chen was able to face Yan Lang with a calm heart from beginning to end, and even said bluntly, "You are so miserable." He never avoided the soul-separation syndrome that no one dared to mention, and the pain of this eight-year-old body.

Yanlang felt a little relieved.

"Your words are the most effective comfort I've heard in the past forty years. Unfortunately, I don't have the great will to save the world. I just want to devote all my energy to studying medicine and healing myself. As for healing others, I will treat them as I see fit and don't take it to heart."

Yan Lang observed Yun Chen's expression, wanting to see her reaction.

Yun Chen just smiled and said, "That's good. You are the savior Buddha, but you haven't made a golden body yet."

Yan Lang's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt that he was not a Buddha who could cure diseases and save people. The little girl in front of him was the female Bodhisattva who came to save him from the quagmire.

In an instant, those inexplicable things in his heart quietly surged up again, turning the world upside down and becoming something he dared not look at.

After a long while, Yan Lang spoke softly:

"Yun Chen, please go."

She was surprised: "Huh? I just did some Qinggong and my calves are still sore. Are you kicking me out now?"

Yan Lang looked at her deeply, "You like your master, right?"

Her face flushed instantly, and she waved her hands repeatedly to deny it. But then she seemed to remember something, and a rare shyness that only a young girl could show on her face. She nodded and said:

"Yes, I like him." But he... doesn't like me.

Yun Chen didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Yan Lang's eyes grew colder. "So you have to hurry back to Nan Country to take a look. I forgot to write the lead in the prescription for the Wind-Scorching Grass. Without the lead, even if he took the Wind-Scorching Grass, it would be useless."

Yun Chen suddenly jumped up from the stool, staring and screaming:

"My brother! Why are you telling me this now?"

Yan Lang curled his lips into a sneer:

"This medicine isn't difficult to induce, it's simply 'emotion'. The wind-burning grass is crucial, but the person who finds it is even more important. As long as the person taking the medicine feels even a hint of emotion, the wind-burning grass will heal the disease. If there's no emotion involved, the wind-burning grass is just a weed."

Yun Chen took a while to react before he understood what Yan Lang meant.

If Huo Gannian wants to take the wind-burning grass, he must have feelings for the person who is looking for the medicine.

"You can go back to Nan Country now to see if his leg disease has healed, and then you will know whether he still has feelings for you." Yan Lang said.

This is probably the most foolproof way to predict Huo Gannian's intentions.

Yun Chen couldn't wait to set off, wishing he could grow wings and go back to take a look, but he heard Yan Lang say again:

"I forgot to tell you. The night you escaped from the palace, you delivered the Wind-Scorching Grass to the female official at the posthouse and then passed out. Not only did that female official fail to save you, she deliberately abandoned you to a remote location to die. It was my secret guard who rescued you. So, in my opinion, since that female official didn't save you, she certainly wouldn't tell your master that you risked your life to find the Wind-Scorching Grass."

Yun Chen was stunned.

Yan Lang laughed and said, "In other words, if your master eats the wind-burning grass that the lady sent and his leg disease is cured, it proves that he has feelings for her. If your master's leg disease still doesn't heal, it proves that he is heartless to her. However, the wind-burning grass you risked your life to obtain will be wasted. There is nothing else in this world that can cure your master's leg disease."

Facing Yun Chen's stunned and tangled expression, Yan Lang smiled even more cruelly and cold-bloodedly than before:

"So, do you want him to be disabled for the rest of his life, or do you hope that he will fall in love with that lady-in-waiting and recover from his leg disease?"