Chapter 51 The black mist outside the Red Silk Smoke Barrier was so thick that you couldn't even reach out your hand...
The black mist outside the barrier was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. It was like hyenas guarding a cage, baring their ferocious claws and drooling greedily. Shi Wenzhe, however, was unusually unafraid. She curled up close to Qin Wenxue, like a puppy snuggling up to its owner, hugging her legs and listening to Ming Shu's chattering. Instead, she felt a sense of peace and tranquility.
She felt like she was going crazy. Her gaze was calm and gentle, and the flower on Ming Shu's forehead became even more vibrant. She heard Zhe ask softly if it was because Ruo Su's whip swept the wind and Ming Shu used all her strength.
Qin Wenxue glanced at her quietly and said, "No."
His tone was somewhat indifferent, and he reverted to his usual cold and aloof demeanor as the Right Protector of the Demon Realm, but Shi Wenzhe was no longer afraid at all.
She heard Qin Wenxue say softly, "Ming Shu and the malevolent energy in Peach Blossom Valley are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. The stronger the malevolent energy, the more powerful he becomes, and the stronger his demonic power."
Shi Wenzhe nodded, rested his chin on his knee, and rolled his round eyes around before asking softly, "Would it be more effective to cultivate here?"
“Hmm,” Qin Wenxue said, “but opportunity and danger coexist, and he would be more likely to die here.”
"Ah..." Shi Wenzhe was speechless for a long time.
They had been trapped here for who knows how many days and nights. The dirt beneath their feet had been molded into several kittens and puppies by her. Ming Shu was so angry that she wanted to kill her way out, but Qin Wenxue stopped her with a light look.
She wanted to ask why. It was just an illusion, and it wasn't like it hadn't been broken before. Why was she just waiting here, waiting for what?
But Qin Wenxue told her, "In this final layer of illusion, there is someone he wants to see."
"Who could it be?" Shi Wenzhe wondered to himself. "Who could possibly make Qin Wenxue stop for this?"
Anyway, she was a little jealous.
Shi Wenzhe was almost asleep, her head resting on a few lotus leaves. She had secretly picked these lotus leaves when she left the lotus pond. Sui Yuan seemed to have glanced at her at that time, her eyes unreadable, but Shi Wenzhe pretended not to see it and put the lotus leaves in her storage bag.
She thought that Qin Wenxue was always unconscious and seemed to be in poor health. However, Peach Blossom Valley was rugged and uncomfortable whether standing or sitting. Qin Wenxue, dressed in fine silk and brocade, looked ethereal and should be sitting on a white fox fur cushion. That would be more fitting.
There was nothing in Peach Blossom Valley, except for a soft little white dog, but Qin Wenxue would definitely not be willing to skin it alive.
Shi Wenzhe could only pick some lotus leaves for emergencies, but these lotus leaves had been sitting in her storage bag without any use. Shi Wenzhe scratched her head for a long time, crumpling the edges of the lotus leaves until they were unusable, and finally managed to take them out.
Ming Shu stared in disbelief, his eyes practically bulging out. Shi Wenzhe scoffed and kindly gave him two sheets, then eagerly carried the lotus leaf to Qin Wenxue.
Qin Wenxue was also a little stunned, quietly watching as she twirled the lotus stem with her fingertips, seemingly lost in thought. Shi Wenzhe's heart was pounding, as if she felt that the silver butterfly would take flight again in the next second, and she would be able to see the lotus pond once more.
She waited and waited, but the barrier didn't open, and Qin Wenxue didn't close her eyes. Shi Wenzhe got tired of waiting and snuggled up next to Qin Wenxue and fell asleep. The lotus leaf was gently covered on her, making her look like a lotus fairy, quiet and gentle. Shi Wenzhe had a refreshing dream with the fragrance of the lotus leaf under her pillow.
It's a spring that Peach Blossom Valley will never see again: lush vegetation, flowing streams, and that towering, graceful peach tree...
The leaves rustled softly, peach blossoms bloomed brightly, their fragrance falling to the ground, butterflies fluttered, kingfishers sang, everything was thriving, and the bright sunshine made one feel so happy that they wanted to die. It was so beautiful that Shi Wenzhe unconsciously smiled, which made Ming Shu, who was squatting next to him, watch for a long time.
He didn't understand, mumbled something, and then turned into a little white dog cub, intending to sleep on Qin Wenxue's neck.
"Ming Shu! Ming Shu————!" A shrill female voice rang out. The voice seemed to come through glass, hazy and indistinct, but the tone was broken and sorrowful, as if she had lost someone extremely important and was very sad.
Ming Shu pricked up his ears, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints as he carefully discerned the source of the sound. The soft fur rubbed against Qin Wenxue's neck, feeling warm and cozy.
Qin Wenxue patted the dog's head to comfort him.
Shi Wenzhe smacked her lips and then casually rolled over. She felt an itchy tickling sensation on her cheek. She groggily opened her eyes and saw the dog on Qin Wenxue's neck almost lying flat on its back, its white tail wagging and brushing against her face, as if deliberately teasing Shi Wenzhe.
Suddenly, he leaped up like a carp, stretched out his wicked claws, and unexpectedly grabbed Ming Shu's tail.
"Awoooooo!" Ming Shu howled, its claws outstretched, its gaze toward Shi Wenzhe chillingly cold.
Shi Wenzhe was used to being shameless, and besides, Qin Wenxue was still here, so Ming Shu would never lay a hand on her.
"Hehe." She gave a silly laugh.
“Ming Shu…” the ghostly female voice rang out again.
“Ming Shu… Ming Shu…” The repeated refrains were filled with apprehension.
Shi Wenzhe tugged at the dog's tail again, nervously saying, "Someone's calling you."
“I’m not deaf.” Ming Shu bared his teeth and warned, “If you pull my tail again, I’ll bite you.”
The cold, clear light of the Chongming Sword resembled the moon, sending a shiver down one's spine. Shi Wenzhe's eyes darted around like a cunning little fox, though he didn't seem very clever. Black mist swirled outside the barrier, obscuring everything. She scratched her forehead, giving up on finding the source of the voice.
“Ming Shu…” the woman’s voice rang out again. She seemed to be forced to accept reality, muttering to herself in despair.
The voice was muffled and deep. Shi Wenzhe shook his head, trying to shake the layer of moisture out of his ears.
She tilted her head and said expressionlessly, "Hurry up and answer her, I feel like I'm going deaf."
Ming Shu rolled her eyes. "Have you ever seen a good person dare to answer in a ghost story?"
“But she clearly knows you, she must be someone you know from the past…” Shi Wenzhe muttered to himself, “It’s just that her voice is too muffled, I can’t hear it clearly, it’s kind of creepy.”
Qin Wenxue frowned slightly, his eyelashes drooping, looking somewhat displeased. He slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting glint of water glistening in his pupils.
The Chongming Sword moved silently and automatically, spinning restlessly at the core of the formation, emitting bursts of light.
"Ming Shu!" a woman's voice rang out, followed by a gust of wind that whipped up black mist, surging like a tide.
Ming Shu's ears immediately perked up, and his eyes lit up with surprise. He stomped on the baby's shoulder and took tiny, excited steps. "Boss, it's Yun Jin's voice! I heard it clearly!"
Qin Wenxue rubbed her fingertips together and said in a deep voice, "It's her."
Shi Wenzhe looked as if he had seen a ghost: "Who could hear that clearly... It must be a dog..."
The little white dog trotted along, then stumbled and fell off my shoulder in the next second. He shook his ears, a flash of golden light appeared, and he transformed back into that seemingly virtuous gentleman.
Shi Wenzhe stared blankly, completely bewildered.
"Yun Jin? Yun Jin! I'm here!!"
"Yun Jin!!!"
Shi Wenzhe blinked: "Yun Jin has gotten separated from us. She should not be in the same illusion layer as us."
Ming Shu was angry: "Why do you have to say it..." Before he could finish speaking, a clap of thunder sounded from the horizon.
"Bang—"
As soon as the sound of the broken voice faded, it seemed as if some divine prophecy had been broken. From all directions, above and below, countless insects seemed to be flying over Peach Blossom Valley, making rustling sounds that sent chills down one's spine.
She shrank back, instinctively trying to hide behind Qin Wenxue.
The black fog began to recede like the tide, gradually revealing its dim sky. In the distance, banners and red-tasseled spears stood straight up to the earth and towards the sky. The sky was like a spilled watercolor palette, sometimes bright sunshine, sometimes the delicate green of spring, and sometimes dark and stormy. It was a sight to behold, making one's eyes widen in disbelief.
Ming Shu asked, "The barrier is unstable. Is someone outside breaking through it?"
Shi Wenzhe asked, "What do you mean? Which 'outside,' Peach Blossom Valley?"
Qin asked Xue, "No, it's Qiyun Palace."
Shi Wenzhe gasped, "They've finally discovered we're missing. Are they coming to collect our bodies?"
"With this kind of efficiency, if I were the boss, I would fire them all in a heartbeat."
Qin Wenxue glanced at her sideways.
The sky was split in two, and a thin veil fell down, creating a spectacular scene, like a river flowing backward and a sea of blooming flowers.
But the scenery revealed in Peach Blossom Valley was not the gentle beauty of flowers and water, but countless corpses and a soaring aura of ferocity. Blood flowed across the mottled ground of the flamboyant continent, seeping into the withered and dry roots of plants, like ghosts feeding on human blood and bones.
From the depths of the war-torn abyss came the howling wind, accompanied by a series of screams. So many people were crying, dying, and struggling to climb.
Before the sword and spear could be withdrawn, life ended abruptly just before the fear of death. The gray sky, the embers rising from the raging fire, the blood flowing on the ground, the fleeting glint of swords and spears... countless intense colors were deeply imprinted in Shi Wenzhe's mind.
Peach Blossom Valley finally revealed its riddled interior.
Standing in mid-air were many cultivators carrying long swords. They seemed to be disciples of the same sect, dressed in the same flowing white robes and wearing exquisite silver crowns on their heads.
The rising smoke from the battle obscured their emotionless eyes, adding to the solemnity and grandeur of the scene. They stood in orderly ranks, imprisoning the crying and begging humans at their feet.
No, not all of them are human.
Shi Wenzhe's face showed surprise, followed by endless pity and anger.
Her eyes were bloodshot as she stretched out her arms to block the longswords that were raining down from the sky. The swords were clearly aimed at the bloodied and mangled demons kneeling on the ground.
A deafening wail echoed from the ground.
The blood flowed even more, as if determined to stain the sky and everything red.
A little demon with deer antlers on its head clutched its stomach and screamed in agony. The long sword was not a fatal blow, but rather like a bone-scraping knife, torturing it again and again. It rolled on the ground in pain, tears streaming down its face, mixed with blood and indistinguishable from each other.
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