097.Disposal
Miaoyuan set up a small altar in front of Qingling's desk in a very formal manner, complete with incense burners, paper, pens and other ritual instruments. She even winked at Qingling when her back was turned to Aji, meaning "and then what?"
Qingling responded with a look that said "I'll do it".
But in the blink of an eye, the two of them understood each other. Miao Yuan sat aside with a compassionate look on his face and chanted "Amitabha". However, the young man from another race probably had not seen many monks from the Central Plains, and did not quite understand the chanting. He just thought they were going to fight. He was shocked and angry, and his voice began to tremble: "You...you...ah——!!"
The scream at the end of the sentence was so shrill that it almost broke the throat with the sound.
A thin needle appeared in Qingling's hand at some point. The tip of the needle was slowly grinding against the paper figure on the table. It did not pierce it, but the pain inflicted on Aji's soul was obvious.
But Qingling's face also lost some of its color, and at this moment the room was dim, making that pale face look cold and inhuman.
Of course Qingling could also extract the souls of living people. The various things left behind by the Qing family were much more numerous than the methods of the Zhu family, but he could not really kill Aji - otherwise Zhu Lezhi would be buried with him.
No matter how powerful you are, you cannot resurrect the dead.
Aji couldn't move his body, so he just stood there straight, but his face was twisted and distorted in pain.
It was the first time that Qingling used such a method on someone, but he did not react much. There were not many people he could empathize with, and almost all of them had died thousands of years ago. The legacy of the troubled times blew away the cocoon that wrapped Qingling, allowing him to feel the sorrows and joys of the world, but there was too little joy. Only the grief as biting as the cold wind made Qingling shocked and sad again and again.
Apart from this, he was very stingy with his emotions.
There was not a single good man or woman in the room at the moment. The monk who stopped killing with killing and the girl who followed the rules all looked at Aji screaming miserably with cold eyes. Qingling, the instigator, did not react at all.
Amid the pain of his soul being tortured, Aji was still thinking violently - I should attack that quiet boy first!
But he was in so much pain that even death would be a relief. If he really died, his sister would definitely come back to avenge him, and that woman would be buried with him. It would be better for him to die early.
Shang Changheng, who was standing next to Qing Ling, spoke in a dark voice, "It will be a long time before you die."
He cunningly used the word "can", implicitly hinting to Aji that death is the only relief at this moment, but you can't even die and can only endure this.
After all, evil ghosts are different from humans. Even though Shang Changheng is wearing the skin of his former self, his voice is like the wind in a dark forest, with an eerie and terrifying coldness.
Aji's mind, which was already confused by the pain, suddenly remembered - he couldn't die, he couldn't die yet, unless the boy who controlled him showed mercy and let him die, otherwise this would be an endless torture.
Just when Ah Ji's screams became hoarse and broken, Qing Ling slowly made a hand gesture, and Ah Ji, whose body was covered in scarlet blood, suddenly collapsed to the ground. The unbearable pain made him twitch and tremble. At this moment, Shang Changheng also said softly: "Remove her poison, and she won't have to feel any pain."
Aji didn't react. He just shivered on the ground and could hardly shout anymore.
But Qingling was not in a hurry. He loosened the shackles and waited for Aji to give up. He knew that he could only survive if he held Zhu Lezhi in his hand - he wanted to live.
Even though he wanted to die because of the pain, even though he had thought over and over again that if he died and took someone with him so that someone could avenge him, the fact that he didn't use the Gu to kill Zhu Lezhi directly proved that he was still greedy for life.
So he was about to give in.
Qingling himself was very afraid of death, so he was just judging others by his own experience. He knew very well that it was only a matter of time before Aji surrendered. He didn't expect that Aji didn't hold out as long as he expected, not even half an hour. He was speechless, but Zhu Lezhi, who had been squatting on the side, hissed. Her palm bulged strangely, and then she felt the pain of torn flesh. A slender, legless white worm slowly crawled out of the wound. The moment the worm landed on the ground, it curled up stiffly and didn't move.
Is dead.
But the relief that Aji wanted had not yet come. Zhu Lezhi stepped forward with a gloomy face. She knew that Aji didn't dare to attack again at this time, but she still carefully took out the whip and whipped Aji in the face. She used her strength skillfully and hit one of Aji's eyes directly.
The pain cannot be covered up, but will only accumulate into a deeper and heavier pain. Aji only felt a blurry blood red in front of his eyes, and the pain made him let out another cry as if he was dying.
"We could have lived in peace." Zhu Lezhi said coldly, "No one cares about you, but you insist on looking for trouble."
To be honest, they really didn't want to care about what was going on in the village. After all, the heavy rain had already made them upset. If the village hadn't happened to be here, they might have been hiding in the carriage to rest and wait until dawn to continue their journey.
Aji had no time to think too much. He had already removed the poison from the woman, but she still did not stop. A "ho ho" sound came out of his throat, as if he wanted to question her.
But no one paid any attention to him.
It was not until Ah Ji felt that time had passed so long that it seemed like a very long time had passed that the cold voice finally rang out: "Tell me about your sister."
“What…what…?” Aji squeezed out these few vague words from between his teeth.
Qing Ling repeated, "Tell me about your sister, where did she go?"
Ah Ji is not a very strong-willed person. Of course, there are probably not many people in the world who can remain strong under such torture. At this moment, he has to answer every question. He struggled to resist the severe pain that almost tore him apart, and said slowly: "She... went out... went... outside the mountain..."
Finally, Qingling put down the needle, and another hole appeared on the face of the little paper man, which originally had two black holes.
The pain did not disappear suddenly. Aji's soul still remembered the terrible agony. He was still lying on the ground twitching, his eyes blank. He spoke much more fluently, and told the story of his sister incoherently.
His elder sister's name is Alan. She is the saint of the village - the daughter of the patriarch and a natural poison nest.
The previous saint was the mother of Alan and Aji.
But two years ago, Alan was taken away by a big shot from outside. Aji didn't know who the other person was. The man came in a sedan chair - a sedan chair carried by a paper man. It crossed over the mountains and found this village.
Aji didn't know why, but the man seemed to say something, and Alan followed him without hesitation. She ignored her father's objection and cast a poison on everyone in the village. She left her young brother in the village and promised to bring him out of the mountain.
Aji's eyes were a little dazed and he was breathing heavily. There was a continuous drizzle outside. He remembered that there had been a heavy rain. The rain was so heavy that it caused a mountain torrent. They prayed to the Gu God for protection - they tied the woman up on a high pile of firewood and lit it. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, and the screaming and distorted human figures and ashes floated into the sky with the wind.
But in the end the village was breached, and it was almost - just almost - his sister would have been tied up on the platform.
Aji's breathing gradually became steady, and he said hoarsely: "People from the Great Xia court came... and rebuilt the village, and my sister... followed them... One day..."
"Aji, one day, sister will take you out of these mountains, and when the world is at peace - sister will definitely come back to pick you up."
He remembered every word so vividly, and kept recalling it in his ears. Aji came back to his senses as if awakened from a nightmare. His confused mind finally figured out the reason why these people were interrogating him about his sister, and he immediately looked at Qingling in horror.
Qingling was also a little surprised.
Aji's brutality and cruelty are exactly the same as his, but he was horrified by the look of horror shown by Alan's sister. However, no matter what past the two siblings had, it had nothing to do with him.
Qingling doesn't care.
He smiled at Aji and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Aji felt a chill all over his body because of his laughter. Of course he knew that Ajie was very powerful, much more powerful than him... but he also knew that he had caused Ajie a lot of trouble.
Ah Ji, who had not shed a single tear, suddenly burst into tears. He twisted his body desperately and tried to crawl in front of Qing Ling, saying incoherently, "Don't... don't go..."
"But you can't survive." Qingling just stated the facts calmly.
Aji suddenly froze in place.
He understood. His elder sister loved him so much that if he died, his elder sister would definitely find a way to avenge him - it was not a question of whether Qing Ling should cause trouble for his elder sister or not.
yes--
"The feud has already been formed." Qing Ling said calmly, "You speak Chinese quite well. I wonder if you have heard of this saying, 'When will the cycle of revenge end?'"
So it is better not to report it. Qingling firmly believes that most of the troubles can be solved by simply cutting the roots.
Aji didn't have a chance to speak again.
Because Qingling gently picked up the scarlet paper figurine and placed it on the lit oil lamp, and flames immediately sprang up -
Aji's eyes were bloodshot, as if he saw the pile of burning firewood again, and the paper man twisted and curled up and turned into ashes - and he could no longer see anything, darkness suddenly fell.
The moment Aji completely lost his life, Qingling felt that the vitality in the village also disappeared in an instant. Now it had completely become a village of the dead.
Qingling did not hesitate for a moment from beginning to end. No matter what Aji's purpose was, since he had already taken action first, all he did was fight back. Otherwise, Miaoyuan would not have turned a blind eye.
Qing Ling pointed at the incense burners and instruments on the table and said calmly, "Master Miao Yuan... please put these back. We will rest for one night and go into the mountains tomorrow."
Zhu Lezhi had already dragged Aji by the legs and threw him out of the bamboo building.
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