Chapter 22 Death Retribution Has Not Arrived
Rainy nights, snowy days, sunny days, death and resurrection.
The fourteenth year of being born in this world.
"Chu Miaomiao." A woman stood at the door, smiling and waving at him. "Come here."
It was Chu Dianqing's voice.
He fell in a pool of blood, and followed the sound, looking numbly towards the light source.
Next to her stood a young man in a plain white robe.
Ah, new goods have arrived.
He sat up slowly, glanced at the knife that was soaked in blood and had some chips on it, twisted his wrist, and found that the tendons and bones that were bitten by the monster yesterday had recovered as normal, so he picked up the knife from the blood.
After a fierce battle yesterday, Chu Dianqing released dozens of monsters into the house. He died of exhaustion and now he can hardly stand. He can only stagger towards the door with a knife.
Only when I got closer did I see clearly that the young man next to Chu Dianqing had a face very similar to his.
He tilted his head and looked up at Chu Dianqing, not understanding what was going on.
"Zhao Zhao, this is Miao Miao." Chu Dianqing rubbed the boy's head in an intimate manner.
When he looked at him, Chu Dianqing's expression changed, his brows furrowed slightly, and he started to scold, "Chu Miaomiao, are you bringing a knife with you to fight me?"
How dare you?
He blinked slightly, not understanding why Chu Dianqing said that.
The blood parasite was planted in his soul, spreading along his sea of consciousness to every inch of his blood. If there was any abnormal movement, he would lose consciousness. How could he fight her?
But he still put the knife down.
Seeing the blade fall to the ground with a clang, Chu Dianqing softened his tone: "Chu Miaomiao, this is your brother. Remember, from now on, besides Xuanqing and me, you must listen to him."
It turns out he is my brother, not a commodity.
He locked eyes with the young man.
Chu Dianqing had taught him that according to the principles of heaven, earth, and human relations, there was order of seniority, so he could not kill this man.
So he raised the corners of his lips. Having just been resurrected, his smile was still a little stiff. He tilted his head to recall the etiquette in the book, clasped his fists and pushed forward: "Greetings, brother."
The fair-skinned young man frowned upon seeing his strange behavior. His eyes swept across his blood-stained clothes, and he nodded slightly as a greeting. Then he looked at Chu Dianqing and said, "Mother, why did you bring me here?"
Chu Dianqing smiled slightly and did not answer him.
There was a flash of silver light, and a long sword appeared between the two men.
"Zhao Zhao, kill him." Chu Dianqing held the hilt of the sword with a calm expression, "Take this sword and kill him."
A breeze blew by, and two similar yet completely different faces were reflected on both sides of the sharp sword.
One is cold and the other is smiling.
But the fate is completely different.
Those who are cold and indifferent are the knives and those who smile are the fish.
"Mother?"
The young man practiced hard for several years and became proficient in magic, but his hands had never been stained with blood.
His pretended calm and indifferent appearance was cracked by Chu Dianqing's words, revealing the confusion and helplessness that a teenager of his age should have.
"Zhao Zhao, I asked you to kill him, didn't you understand?" Chu Dianqing remained indifferent.
The young man couldn't help but look at Chu Miaomiao.
My mother said she was going to kill him, so why didn't he run away? Why didn't he beg for mercy?
The hilt of the sword was clearly in his hand, but it seemed as if he was the passive one.
"I--" The young man opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but before he could say anything, a look of fear appeared on his face.
"You can't do it." Chu Dianqing revealed his thoughts.
The swordsman from Mount Xuyu didn't even have the courage to wield a sword. The young man felt ashamed, lowered his eyes, and waited silently for punishment.
But unexpectedly, this time A Niang did not scold him for his soft-heartedness.
In front of the two of them, she turned the hilt of the sword and handed it to Chu Miaomiao.
"Miao Miao, do it."
The words fell.
A sword flash so fast that the young man could hardly react appeared before his eyes in an instant.
He retreated in panic, but was still a step too slow, and a bloody mark appeared on his neck in an instant.
Chu Miaomiao, who was holding the sword, even looked a little unfamiliar with the movements.
He never used a sword.
A ridiculous idea came to the boy's mind.
How is that possible?
Having established his foundation at the age of fourteen, he was already a leader among the younger generation of Xuyu Mountain, with few rivals. How could he be killed by a single blow from someone who couldn't even wield a sword?
The boy was shocked and unwilling.
He mobilized the immortal power in his body and rushed forward to meet the sword.
But the situation still did not change. Amid the sword light, the young man was defeated step by step and had no power to resist.
So weak.
After just a few moves, Chu Miaomiao began to lose focus, his eyes wandering to the sword in his hand. While swinging it, he constantly adjusted the strength and angle of his hand.
Just when I thought I was getting the hang of it, Chu Dianqing called for a stop.
It’s over so soon?
He retracted his sword as instructed and looked at the woman.
"Miao Miao, you did a good job." The woman took the sword from his hand and glanced at the blade stained with blood without wiping it off.
After a few brief breaths, the woman swung her sword in her backhand, and the sharp blade pierced his body instantly. He fell down with the sword in his hand.
Chu Dianqing called over the defeated young man.
"Zhao Zhao, come and draw your sword."
The young man gripped the hilt of the sword, his hands were shaking, and the pain was transmitted through the sword to his heart and lungs, causing him even more pain.
He was a little puzzled. Why didn't he pull out the sword while holding the hilt?
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long after all.
After a few breaths, the young man grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out. Not long after, he died.
He returned to the cold river, unable to move.
There was a familiar dark figure on the shore.
"Dead again, dead again, this bastard is dead again!"
There was a cheer, and the dark shadows surrounded him, as if they were watching a joke.
So noisy.
He closed his eyes and didn't want to speak. Every moment the immortal power wove his new flesh and blood was excruciating.
“You deserve it!”
The dark shadows were shouting loudly.
Only after the immortal power had reshaped his flesh and blood did those dark shadows quickly hide back in the darkness.
"Your natural immortal body and natural immortal power are unparalleled in the world. Immortal Lord, it's a pity that you use half of your power to suppress us."
Only a particularly courageous black figure was still squatting on the shore, watching him with interest, as if he was very curious about him. "Don't you hate being pierced through your body repeatedly by your biological mother's sword, Immortal Lord?"
Hate? What is hate?
A look of confusion flashed across his eyes.
Chu Dianqing had taught him that a smile with upturned corners of the mouth, curved eyebrows and eyes was joy; gritting teeth, pursing lips, empty eyes and tears rolling down was sadness; a cold brow, wide eyes and cursing was anger; a pale face, blank eyes and silence was fear.
He didn't understand what hatred was.
"Don't you know the difference between love and hate?" The shadowy figure raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed softly, "How pitiful, Immortal Lord. She killed you, and you didn't even know how to hate her."
What's the logic behind this? The confusion in his eyes deepened.
Born and died over and over again, life and death no longer have any constraints on him, and love and hate no longer have a standard of comparison.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are easy to understand, but love, hate, and resentment are difficult to understand.
So what if I kill him?
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An old dream.
When Xuanxiu opened his eyes, the moonlight had faded and the morning light was dim.
It's a new day.
Mingyao.
He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of her residence, his breathing slightly quickened. The two ordinary words that were originally spoken now carried with them countless strange and surging emotions.
I like it. So this is what it feels like.
He found it so novel that just the mention of her name made his heart beat faster and his eyes dizzy.
When I came to my senses, I was already in front of her residence.
The house was quiet and silent.
At this moment, clarity finally crept into my mind bit by bit.
It's still early. She just got divorced and had a fight yesterday. She's worried and tired, so she might still be asleep.
Yesterday, Heliu... Xuanxiu's eyelashes trembled, and the memory came flooding back belatedly. The boundless joy was washed away, and a big hole was torn, and the cold wind blew in.
"I married your brother because I liked him."
"No matter how much you resemble him, you are not him."
"Xuanxiu, you will find a woman you truly love in the future."
Last night she explained everything to him word for word.
My heart felt like it was stabbed, and then it sank to the bottom.
Later he realized that the person she liked was Xuan Hui.
That's why she risked her life to go into the ghost town to save people, that's why she chose him to take the risk instead of Xuan Hui in the illusion of resentful ghosts, that's why... when the golden arrow flew towards her, she subconsciously protected Xuan Hui under her body.
The joy on Xuanxiu's face completely disappeared.
The throbbing of first love was drowned out in an instant.
And the phantom pain that had come before the heart was clear also came to light at this moment, giving birth to new things.
This thing was like a hook piercing into the flesh. The more he struggled, the more blood and flesh became tangled. The more blood and flesh became tangled and the more unbearable the pain, the more he couldn't help but ponder it.
How she smiled at Xuanhui, how she cried for Xuanhui, how she was happy because of Xuanhui, and how she became sick with worry because of him.
The curved hook pierced deeper and deeper into her heart as she moved and smiled in his imagination.
In these few short breaths, more than one hook of jealousy pierced Xuanxiu's heart.
As a couple who have been together for two hundred years, the love between them is naturally something he cannot compare to.
A sweet and fishy taste came from between the teeth, but was swallowed hard.
So what if it’s two hundred years? It’s already passed.
The young immortal who had just begun to appreciate love finally grabbed a life-saving straw and got a chance to breathe in the torture.
That's right, they've already divorced. People are fickle, and I think Ayao is no exception. It's human nature to be tempted by someone else and fall in love with someone else.
Xuan Hui would always be forgotten by A Yao.
Xuanxiu exhaled and suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind.
The fog was thick in the early morning, hiding the ugly appearance of the Immortal King caused by jealousy. No one knew it except him.
But my mind was in a mess and I could no longer control my desire to see her.
"Ayao." He called her name softly at the door, "Please see me."
Ask her to see him and save him from torture.
But no one answered him.
Xuanxiu raised his voice and called her again, but still no one answered.
This is where the anxiety arises.
Xuanxiu's eyes darkened slightly and he pushed the door open and walked in.
The room was quiet, the remaining candle had not yet burned out, and the room seemed particularly empty.
Xuanxiu saw Mingyao at first sight. She was not sleeping on the bed, but lying beside the table.
"Ayao?" Xuanxiu's heart skipped a beat. Instinctively resisting the ominous premonition, he came to Mingyao's side and tried to hide his guilt. "Why are you sleeping here?"
He raised his hand to wake her up, but it was cold to the touch, not the warmth that a living person should have.
This kind of coldness is the one he is most familiar with.
When he died, he fell into the glacier and felt this kind of cold.
She is dead.
He walks between life and death, so he can naturally tell whether a person is dead or alive.
Thin, weak and lifeless.
There was no blood on her body, which meant she had no external injuries, and her expression was calm and composed.
She volunteered.
How could it be? How could she willingly die? The moment the thought occurred to him, it struck him as absurd.
Someone must have harmed her.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at her side, and in a daze, he found a piece of paper next to her.
He picked it up and took a look at it——"Divorce Letter"
I see.
Should have thought of it earlier.
Xuanxiu's last bit of sanity collapsed because of these three words.
"Of course I cherish my life. Life is not easy, and nothing in the world is more important than my own life."
But in the illusion, she clearly said it.
fraud.
The immortal power in the body began to collapse. In the dream yesterday, the question of the dark shadow suddenly emerged at this moment -
"Immortal Lord, don't you hate it?"
Chu Miaomiao was born with immortal powers, never knew love or hate, and had long been accustomed to life and death.
It turns out that retribution has not yet arrived.
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