Chapter 15 Chapter 15 “She is not some little waste. …
A moment of shock.
What was going on? If she was Wen Huan now, where had she gone?
Mingyao reached out and pinched his face, and the pain was clear and real.
Before I could recover from the shock, I heard a soft gasp in my arms.
Mingyao was startled, her hands trembled, and she suppressed the scream that was about to come out of her throat. She subconsciously pulled back, but lost her support, and the man in her arms fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".
Wait, he's still alive?
Mingyao was still in shock and sat there for several breaths before reason squeezed in from the cracks of fear.
After helping the man up from the ground, he could see the groom's face clearly. It was Xuanxiu.
Seeing an acquaintance, Mingyao managed to calm down: "Xuanxiu, are you okay?"
At this time, Xuanxiu had a short blade stuck in his abdomen, with blood gushing out of it. His injuries were serious, and he did not respond to her.
Mingyao frowned, feeling a little confused. He only knew that he couldn't pull out the short blade at this moment, so he repeatedly patted Xuanxiu's face gently, trying to make him sober up.
A lone red candle burned. Wen Huan, who was invisible to Mingyao, was watching her coldly with a sneer on her lips. "I never thought Immortal Lord Miaomiao would one day fall into my hands."
Beside her, Xuanxiu's spirit was a little lighter than before, but he still looked calm. "You finally recognized me. For hundreds of years, I've killed many people in a daze, and the resentment has accumulated, and I can't get rid of it. How does it feel to lose your clarity of mind?"
A gentle tone, but words that can kill ghosts and pierce the heart.
Anger was easily ignited. Wen Huan's eyes twitched, her fingers slightly tensed, her bright red nails grew longer, and murderous intent filled her. However, due to the intimidation of the man in front of her, she did not move for a long time.
The atmosphere was cold and awkward. Wen Huan clenched her teeth, unable to swallow or spit out the anger she was feeling. Only when her eyes fell on the panic-stricken Ming Yao did she finally break free.
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord, you should worry about the present first. In less than an incense stick of time, your fake body will die, and this little loser will die here."
"She's Xuan Hui Xianjun's first wife. If she dies here, Xuan Hui Xianjun will kill me. I don't mind, it would be a relief. But Miao Miao Xianjun, you finally broke the seal and regained your freedom. Aren't you afraid that the Immortal Mountain will suppress you again?" Wen Huan smiled, "Perhaps if you beg me, I can let you go."
Xuanxiu listened to Wen Huan's provocation quietly, his eyes calm.
Little waste?
His eyes fell on the panicked Mingyao in front of him, and he suddenly remembered the first time they met in the ghost town. She took out an extremely heavy magic weapon from her treasure bag, sobbing and knocking the ghost lady unconscious.
Xuanxiu chuckled softly, his mind swirling with emotion, and he was overwhelmed by some unfamiliar emotions. He couldn't distinguish them clearly, but only felt that they were new and strange. "Grudge, you've got the wrong person."
She is not some little piece of shit.
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Mingyao, who knew nothing about it, saw Xuanxiu's breath in his arms gradually weakening. For some reason, he felt extremely panicked.
Xuanxiu said that in this illusion, if he and Xuanhui died, it would not affect their real bodies.
But she was not mentioned.
In this illusion, Wen Huan killed her husband to avenge her great vengeance, and then... Ming Yao's lips turned pale.
It seems like nothing happened afterwards.
What else could this illusion possibly be? It was time for it to end. If it ended... then she...
Mingyao was shaking all over. She stood up unsteadily, settled Xuanxiu down for the time being, and began to wander around the new house. She always felt something was wrong.
But what's wrong?
Mingyao moved to the desk and saw Wenhuan's face clearly reflected in the bronze mirror.
What is going on?
Mingyao pinched his fingertips, constantly recalling what Wen Huan had said to him since he entered the illusion.
"I want him dead! I want him to die by my own hands."
"Good girl, tell me, who should I choose to die?"
"I want your answer before the sun sets tomorrow."
"So what? Who should I choose?"
"They hated me for not following my parents' matchmaker's advice."
"If it were you, what would you do?"
"The auspicious time has arrived. It's time for us to act."
Mingyao's thoughts were in turmoil. The disorganized images, mixed with Wenhuan's incoherent words, made her completely confused for a moment.
She bit her lip irritably, tried to calm herself down, and began to sort out the problem again.
What did Xuanxiu say?
To resolve Wen Huan’s resentment.
Resolve resentment...
What about Wen Huan’s resentment?
Mingyao was stunned and turned to look at Xuanxiu who was placed next to her. Since she entered the illusion, she subconsciously thought that Wenhuan's resentment should be directed at her unfaithful man. But now Xuanxiu, who represented the unfaithful man, was about to die, the resentment would dissipate, and this illusion would collapse.
Not quite right.
Mingyao grasped a corner of his thoughts and began to carefully recall Wen Huan's expression and words when she mentioned the unfaithful man.
"I'm going to make him pay! He must die by my hands!"
Wen Huan's sharp voice still lingered in my ears.
Irritated, excited, with red eyes, Mingyao turned his head and suddenly looked at the mirror that Wenhuan had broken, and suddenly realized -
It's not resentment, it's anger.
Wen Huan was filled with anger and hatred towards the unfaithful man, so she couldn't wait to kill him and even seemed annoyed to see him.
If they blamed him, they wouldn't be so decisive even if they wanted to kill him.
At the beginning, she was the one who had the first impression.
After finding the clue to break the deadlock, Mingyao calmed down and continued to think deeply.
If that’s the case, who will Wen Huan’s resentment fall on?
Her story is not complicated and not many people appear. Apart from this unfaithful man, the only important characters are her family.
Mingyao was stunned.
Yes, her family. Back then, she had insisted on leaving the capital with the unfaithful man, severing ties with the Wen family. She hadn't returned home for years. When she was abused and hurt by that unfaithful man, did Wen Huan ever blame her family and friends who had truly ceased contact with her since her marriage?
Mingyao recalled the expression on Wenhuan's face when she suddenly mentioned her family before the toast.
At first glance, there was no extra emotion between her brows, her eyes were slightly empty, and when she was asked questions, it seemed as if she was just mentioning it unintentionally.
Seemingly unintentional.
Mingyao's heart skipped a beat, almost confirming it.
On the other side, Xuanxiu's breath became weaker. She didn't have much time left. She had to find Wenhuan's family before Xuanxiu died.
Mingyao suspected the Wen family must have loved their second daughter, Wen Huan, dearly. Huan, well, was quiet and beautiful. Her name alone suggested Wen Huan's birth had been a welcome sight for the Wen family. They had even planned to bring a son-in-law into the family just to keep her close by. If Wen Huan hadn't been so stubborn and obstinate, perhaps if she had softened a little, things wouldn't have reached their worst possible outcome.
Now, as long as Wen Huan's family is found, there may be a turning point.
As for coaxing the elders, Mingyao was the best at it. Back home, Ms. Ming, as a business tycoon, was inevitably a bit arbitrary and had a strong desire to control even the smallest things. One of the reasons Mingyao got along so well with Ms. Ming was that she was such a great coaxer, never letting herself feel wronged or the elders feel uncomfortable.
Mingyao did what he said. He took a few quick steps and pushed open the door.
Sure enough, the door could be opened.
She was delighted and was about to step out to call for help.
A slight noise.
Mingyao glanced sideways and saw Xuanxiu suddenly vomiting a large mouthful of blood and waking up.
Mingyao paused slightly. Oh no, could it be that Xuanxiu is dying?
If Xuanxiu disappeared while she was calling for help, then it would be the end of her.
After weighing the two options, Mingyao made a quick decision and shouted for help several times outside, trying to attract the servants in the mansion, or preferably Wenhuan's family.
He then turned around, found a clean blanket in the house and draped it over Xuanxiu, then asked him to lie slightly on his side to prevent the vomited blood from entering his trachea.
She didn't dare to treat the wound on the short blade, for fear that Xuanxiu would die faster.
"Xuanxiu, do you still recognize who I am?" Mingyao frowned anxiously, confirming whether Xuanxiu was awake.
Seeing him nod, she breathed a sigh of relief. That was great, at least he could still listen to her.
"Listen to me, just hold on for a little longer. Just another cup of tea, and I'll find Wen Huan's family. The illusion will break, and we can get out."
"You must not die too quickly."
If you die now, I will not be able to live.
As Mingyao spoke, tears began to fall from her eyes. She was really scared. It was the first time in her life that she had to rush to meet such an important deadline.
In such a hurry, they could only hope that Xuanxiu's willpower or some reason that could not be explained by science could help her buy a little more time.
Considering how Xuanxiu had died easily several times before, Mingyao started to feel a little worried and gave him more and more warnings.
"Xuanxiu, you must cherish your life. It's not a good thing for you to get used to dying over and over again. Everyone is responsible for their own life. You must start practicing from this moment on."
Hearing her words, Xuanxiu, who was still vomiting blood, paused for an inexplicable moment and suddenly asked her softly, "What about you?"
Oh no, how come he can still speak? Is this his last breath?
Mingyao's heart sank. Without caring too much, he quickly comforted her, "Of course I cherish my life too. Life is not easy, and nothing in the world is more important than my own life. Promise me that you will hold on a little longer."
Between the ups and downs of breathing.
"good."
Xuanxiu responded in an almost inaudible voice.
After getting the promise, Mingyao didn't care about anything else and rushed out by pushing the door.
It was very quiet inside the house.
Xuanxiu, who was vomiting blood, watched Mingyao leave, then stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. With his beautiful fox eyes, he looked at Wenhuan who was floating in the air with a smile.
With a stroke of his slender fingertips, a black mark suddenly appeared on Wen Huan's soul.
"Grudge." Xuanxiu's voice was as gentle as spring water flowing through his fingers, and he kindly reminded her softly, "You've breached the contract."
"Even if the power of the resentful ghost forces me to vomit blood, do you want me to die soon?"
"In that case..."
"When will this illusion end? From this moment on..."
"I'll decide."
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