Chapter 31
I don't know the cause and effect, but I won't ask whether it's right or wrong.
Chu Yingyu, drenched to the skin, stood before the demonic cult leader, Ouyang Qingjun, holding the Dragon Scale Sword. Due to the lingering poison, the man, now over fifty, looked unpleasant, with unusual redness and swelling, veins bulging, and blood pouring from all his orifices.
Even though the sturdy Ouyang Qingjun was not in peak condition, he still blocked Chu Yingyu's thunderous assassination attack. The wall behind him had collapsed and fell, and half of the corridor of the Wentian Tower was shattered.
Standing among the ruins, Ouyang Qingjun, with his hair loose, shattered his bulky clothes and glared at the young man standing in front of him with eyes as fierce as lightning.
"The tiny Yachong Palace actually dared to challenge the Xuanyin Sect. Do you think you can take my head?"
"Today is truly a good day! The little bastard rebelled and escaped, and now here comes another evildoer who doesn't know his own limits. I didn't cause any trouble for your Yajen Palace, yet you're bullying me!"
"I will make sure you never return! I will hang your body in the lobby of the Eightfold Palace!"
Having already imagined a bright future after killing Chu Yingyu, Ouyang Qingjun suddenly stood up as soon as he finished speaking, and struck out with both palms like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit. The deep internal energy made the air around him fluctuate, and the furnishings in the room trembled.
Chu Yingyu did not take the attack head-on but dodged backwards, looking for a hiding place. He was not here to fight, but to kill.
Find the most advantageous spot in the environment, hide yourself, and then strike unexpectedly.
I watched nervously as the two of them fought and chased each other indoors, and even Yihua jumped out from the broken top of the tower.
Watching the scene anxiously, I belatedly realized that my dynamic vision could actually capture Chu Yingyu's figure, and I could catch up with him no matter how fast he was running, instead of only seeing his afterimage as before.
The Dragon Scale Sword was an unparalleled weapon, capable of blocking many of Chu Yingyu's harsh attacks and preventing Ouyang Qingjun from getting close. In this critical moment, his Flame Frost Palm couldn't be fully utilized, as he was wary of the sword. If he wasn't careful, Chu Yingyu's divine weapon would slice his palm off!
Originally thought that Ouyang Qingjun, who was still poisoned, would allow Chu Yingyu to take advantage of him, but in fact, Chu Yingyu's physical and mental condition was not in the best condition and his performance was not stable.
The commotion here attracted the rest of the cult's protectors, but those who came forward to help were either dealt with by Chu Yingyu or killed by Ouyang Qingjun himself.
The leader, whose eyes were red with anger, was now in a state of not recognizing anyone, and no one dared to come up for a while.
Even the three guardians whose positions were second only to the leader stopped at the foot of the tower, and dared not act rashly to avoid causing more casualties.
Intellectually, Chu Yingyu's risking his life this time was foolish and out of character for his past behavior. However, he was delirious and poisoned, so no matter how foolish his actions were, they were strangely appropriate to the current situation.
After killing me, he seemed to no longer feel any pain in his body. His attacks were now faster and faster with each sword strike. His attacks were all lethal and airtight, leaving no room for anyone to breathe.
Ouyang Qingjun was already at the end of his strength, and Chu Yingyu also suffered the aftermath of the palm, but he dodged quickly and avoided internal damage.
The last sword thrust out as fast as a meteor, it was a move that could only kill but not defend. He didn't even think about his retreat.
The movements of both of them slowed down infinitely in my eyes. I watched with great anxiety as Ouyang Qingjun used all his remaining strength to strike a palm that could move mountains and shake the seas. If I were there in person, I would definitely be so oppressed that blood would spurt out of my mouth and nose.
For a moment, I saw a future where Chu Yingyu's heart was shattered, a situation where both sides would suffer losses.
Don't die!
"Chu Yingyu——"
The shout that burst out of his mouth created a gust of wind. In a flash, a light flashed in the boy's eyes. The dragon-scale sword in his hand faintly roared like a dragon, and his attack speed increased.
Only the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh was heard. Ouyang Qingjun, whose palms missed, widened his eyes and looked at the figure passing by in disbelief.
He felt that he shouldn't lose, because in his expectation, the result should at least be mutual destruction.
But Chu Yingyu didn't know why his slow movements suddenly became sharp. It was not a sharp murderous aura, but an excitement of finding hope, even if it was only for a moment.
Chu Yingyu threw the Dragon Scale Sword away casually. Ouyang Qingjun, who died with his eyes open, stared at the sky, and was no longer breathing.
After searching for the token, Chu Yingyu took it to mobilize the believers in the church.
The cult leader was killed, and the cult was in an uproar, but no one dared to step forward to block Chu Yingyu's way. The clever guardians even gathered around and took the initiative to help salvage the ice jade and find skilled craftsmen to build the ice coffin.
Six days later, Chu Yingyu returned to Taohua Village with the ice coffin. He had not had a full night's sleep in these days. I suspect he has reached the limit of human ability.
Aunt Ding and Uncle Long took very good care of Lai Fu. As for my body, there was not a single sign of decay. I wonder if the medicine prescribed by the old doctor was particularly effective.
After all, it is late spring and early summer, and the corpse should not be so fresh.
I suspect that my body is currently in a state of suspended animation, but my soul cannot return to my body. This is very embarrassing. It is obvious that access is not allowed!
In short, when Chu Yingyu carried my body into the ice coffin, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I had finally finished with him.
Is it time to leave?
The white light in front of me is still flickering, like a lighthouse guiding the direction.
I was still wearing my wedding dress in the ice coffin, lying there peacefully. I was so beautiful.
Sighing like this, I floated in the air again and tried to pull Chu Yingyu's hair, but he still seemed unaware.
Ah! His mouth moved and he began to speak!
"I thought I was going to die."
The first sentence is so unlucky, worthy of you.
Chu Yingyu looked at me infatuatedly and said, "My sword was a fraction slower than his palm strike, but at that moment, I seemed to hear you calling me."
I was shocked. Yes, I was calling you, did you hear me?
"Chu Yingyu Chu Yingyu! You big idiot!" I tried to bombard him with nonsense, as noisy as a frog in the field.
Yet he was unaware of it.
What? It's my sixth sense that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't.
I tried for a long time but got no response. My hope was dashed again. I still wanted to say goodbye to him. I couldn't watch him guard the body day and night. I wasn't a gravekeeper.
Chu Yingyu stayed by the ice coffin like this. A day passed, then a night. When he was tired, he would lie down beside the ice coffin to rest for a while, then wake up with a start. Perhaps not wanting to die of exhaustion or starvation, he began to try to follow a normal schedule.
But most of the time every day I still spend guarding the corpse.
To be honest, I find it torturous and boring to look at him like this.
Occasionally, I would go to Aunt Ding's house to see Lai Fu. He was growing well, so it would be a good idea to give him away. Looking at Chu Yingyu's current condition, it doesn't look like he can keep a dog, so as to avoid him becoming the third victim.
I saw Xiao Ruoyin and Zhang Shan in the old doctor's clinic. It seemed like they were staying there permanently.
I didn't know how serious Zhang Shan's internal injuries were, but by chance, I went through the wall to take a look.
As soon as I looked inside, I heard a cough. The woman lying half-lying on the bed no longer had the energy she used to have, and her wheat-colored skin didn't look healthy at all.
She let out a long sigh and looked at the medicine Xiao Ruoyin brought with a look of resistance.
"I don't want to drink."
"How can you not drink it? Are you a three-year-old child?"
"Drinking it won't help. You know that better than me."
"Drink! I'll pour it in even if I have to!"
"Murder Senior Sister!"
“…”
Seeing that Xiao Ruoyin's face looked extremely bad, Zhang Shan, who wanted to cheat, had to take the medicine and drink it while pinching her nose. Only then did the young man's face ease a little.
"Although Taohua Village is safe, it is also isolated. So many days have passed, and I don't know whether Chu Yingyu won or lost."
Zhang Shan endured the discomfort and stuffed two sweet dates into her mouth, feeling worried while eating.
I think it may have caused a huge uproar in the martial arts world, after all, the former top killer of Yajong Palace killed the leader of the demon cult.
Compared to her worries, Xiao Ruoyin seemed to be more concerned about her health and said, "What does it matter whether he lives or dies? Just take care of yourself."
"I'm just a little curious. And you lent him all the heirlooms. The Dragon Scale Sword is a powerful weapon for him to use. He shouldn't lose, right?"
“…”
I sat cross-legged at the head of the bed and listened to so many words. Although I wanted to respond to every word, they couldn't hear me.
Finally, Xiao Ruoyin said, "I'll go to the village and ask around."
"Do you know where Chu Yingyu lives?"
"The old doctor said that a few nights ago, he brought a female corpse in wedding clothes to sew, and then went to the church to steal the ice jade. He must be trying to build an ice coffin for the female corpse. It must be nearby."
Thank you, the soul of the female corpse is floating above your head.
"Go ahead." Zhang Shan waved her hand nonchalantly.
"Zhang Shan, stop imagining things. Even if Chu Yingyu couldn't kill Ouyang Qingjun, I will definitely do it."
"Okay, Senior Sister, I..."
"So, you must live and see me take off his head."
Your leader is dead, my friend!
Having said that, Xiao Ruoyin walked out with a cold face. This arrogant man was actually encouraging his senior sister to live. He probably knew better than anyone that Zhang Shan was about to collapse.
These days, he has been relying on the old doctor's medicine and his true energy to stay alive. When Chu Yingyu said at the beginning that Zhang Shan would not live long, it was definitely not a joke.
After thinking about it, I decided to follow Xiao Ruoyin. After all, he was going to find a widower.
I have been hesitating whether to leave and touch the light directly. I don’t know how long this light will last, and what if it disappears one day.
But I still haven't made up my mind.
Xiao Ruoyin asked and searched all the way, and finally found his way to the outside of my yard. The gate was not closed, so he walked straight in.
"Chu Yingyu!"
The young killer didn't react at all when his name was called. He looked at the person with a gloomy expression.
"I killed Ouyang Qingjun."
This sentence shocked Xiao Ruoyin for eighteen years. Okay, that wasn't that exaggerated. But he was indeed stunned in his place, and it took him a long time to find his voice. He felt a little excited, but also a little disappointed.
Maybe he hated himself for not being there to watch.
"Where's the head?"
"Go cut it yourself."
"Where's the Dragon Scale Sword?"
"It was lost in the Heaven-Questioning Tower."
"You're stupid, aren't you? Haven't you heard of the Dragon Scale Sword?"
"Is it important?"
“…”
Xiao Ruoyin was worn out by Chu Yingyu's indifferent look. After experiencing a fluctuating array of emotions, he had nothing more to ask and planned to turn around.
"stop."
Suddenly, Chu Yingyu spoke.
Xiao Ruoyin stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I have extra ice jade. I can use it on your senior sister's corpse."
"Fuck you! Keep it for yourself!"
I stared in amazement as Xiao Ruoyin ran away in a rage. The generous Chu Yingyu showed a trace of confusion, and looked at me in the ice coffin with grievance.
He probably didn't know why he was being scolded. After all, in his opinion, Zhang Shan's death was an established fact, it was only a matter of time.
If the medical skills are good, the disease can be cured in ten days or half a month. If the medical skills are poor, it is normal for the patient to die tomorrow.
He stayed with Chu Yingyu for a few more days. During this period, Aunt Ding came and Lai Fu also came, but no matter who came or left, he always looked cold and indifferent.
I couldn't help but think, maybe I'm not his heroine, and a real heroine is about to appear and break his current miserable state. Will I become the pitiful, dead white moonlight, and the cinnabar mole will shape his future happy life?
The more I think about it, the more likely it is.
As I hesitated and was confused, I wanted to leave more and more. After all, apart from eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, Chu Yingyu's remaining activities every day were to stare at corpses.
Even if you turn me into a mushroom, I won't be resurrected.
I might as well leave. Maybe when I travel back in time, my body and soul will be reunited and resurrected, and he will be free too?
Forty days after the death, a strange man came into the house.
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