Chapter 52 The Fourth Illusion: Reunion with Little Deer
Human beings suffered terribly.
Shi Wen staggered back two steps. Her legs were weak and her eyes were red. Death and pain stimulated all her senses, making her feel like her soul was about to leave her body.
Unfortunately, the resentment in their hearts and the hoarse screams were just a performance known only to a few of them. No matter how much they wanted to save the world, they could only silently watch a genocide they were powerless to resist from within the safe barrier.
She suddenly found it somewhat ridiculous.
Humans should be kind, or at least compassionate. Those cultivators who fight against fate and believe in karmic retribution should pay even more attention to the consequences of killing and worldly ties...
"Why?" Shi Wenzhe couldn't understand. She knew that the demon race was like a rat that everyone hated in the Three Realms, but wasn't all of this caused by the human race?
Why can't we just let them go? What did they do wrong? Are they destined to be discriminated against and slaughtered for life just because they were born as demons?
The continent of Zhaoyao nurtures all living beings, and they are all children of this land. Just because the human race holds power and the demon race lives in seclusion, does that mean they can be high above others and decide the life and death of others with a single word or action?
Why should someone like her, who lives such a difficult life, have her fate decided by others?
"This is not fair." Shi Wenzhe's blood and qi were flowing backward, and her inner demon core was about to explode. She really, really wanted to seek justice for the demon race and perish together with those hypocritical and pretentious villains!
Her brain was throbbing with a sharp, needle-like pain. Shi Wenzhe clutched her head, unable to straighten up from the pain. She collapsed silently, her voice hoarse, her body trembling. Even the cold fragrance in Qin Wenxue's arms couldn't pull her out of this nightmare.
She remembered that her parents passed away in the same way. One of them was a spoiled rich kid who, just because he was happy, sped and killed someone.
A casual remark, "So what? I have money," shattered her happiness from before she was ten years old.
The departure of her parents was like a silent downpour, and all the happiness and peace of those standing in the rain would crumble. Unfortunately, the scope of that downpour was pitifully small, and she was the only one left in the world to suffer the torment from beginning to end.
Longing makes breathing heavy and painful, even the air smells of blood.
Shi Wenzhe's eyes burned, and crimson crept up to the corners of her eyes. She covered her throat and scratched incessantly, trying to make a sound, but the lingering gloom in her mind shattered her. She became, once again, the mute girl and the fool in other people's eyes.
She suffered silently, curled up like a pitiful, helpless little animal, its fur soaked by the rain, trembling. No one held an umbrella for her when the rain fell, and from then on, the sun never shone on her again.
A warm breath came from her back. Qin Wenxue was icy cold all over, but the hand that was stroking Shi Wenzhe's back was unusually warm. The spiritual energy that entered her body was gentle and kind. It went step by step along her meridians to Shi Wenzhe's mind. The silent comfort from the person beside her was a calming agent. She slowly stopped trembling.
Shi Wenzhe choked up a few times, slowly raised his head, and stared blankly at Qin Wenxue, as if asking him for an answer, an answer he already knew the answer to.
Why?
She clearly did nothing wrong, and they clearly did nothing wrong either.
Why must we suffer like this...?
Because she had no power or influence, she had no way to seek justice.
Because they are demons, because they are easily deceived, and because human greed is endlessly growing.
Initially, they would sign contracts to spare the lives of the demon beasts. Later, feeling sorry for the spiritual plants consumed by the demon beasts and dissatisfied with their slow cultivation growth, they would extract their cores and hearts. Still later, dissatisfied with the small number of demons being born, they began to search Peach Blossom Valley extensively, slaughtering demons and cultivating evil paths.
This was a massacre that even heaven and earth grieved for.
Unfortunately, Heaven did not intervene.
"Qinwenxue... Qinwenxue." Shi Wenzhe's voice was already broken, and he was sobbing softly, extremely sad.
"I am here."
I felt a deep empathy for Shi Wenzhe; it was the mournful cry of a small animal after many years, revealing its timidity and fragility when it encountered a kindred spirit it could rely on.
Ming Shu summoned Ruo Su whip and stood vigilantly diagonally in front of Qin Wenxue, loyal and silent.
“There’s no sound, boss,” he said in a deep voice.
“The illusion has changed.” From the moment Qin Wenxue saw the battlefield, her aura turned cold.
In particular, Shi Wenzhe's abnormal emotions aroused his bloodlust. Peach Blossom Valley was the main battlefield of the war between immortals and demons, and the place with the heaviest malevolent energy on the continent of Zhaoyao. The love, hatred, anger, infatuation, pain and resentment within it were about to tear people apart.
Bathed in the seven-colored glow of the sunset, Qin Wenxue's red robes fluttered in the wind, his wide sleeves rustling, and tassels drifted with his long hair, revealing his delicate and handsome forehead.
His brows were furrowed, and his body was poised like an arrow on a bowstring, just a hair's breadth away from the moment he was about to burst out and wreak havoc.
"Clang—" The sound of weapons clashing swept across the heavens and earth. Sometimes, she could even hear the muffled sound of swords piercing flesh. An immense sorrow surged into her heart. She felt as if she were sharing the same feelings as heaven and earth, as as she was with all living beings. Countless emotions, including those that lingered, stubborn, malicious, and sorrowful, were swirling and overwhelming her.
She clutched her right chest, her heart pounding as if it were about to explode.
"Cough cough—" Shi Wenzhe could no longer bear it and vomited a mouthful of blood.
Blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, wetting her clothes. After spitting out the blood, Shi Wenzhe felt a sense of relief, and her muddled mind finally cleared up a bit.
Shi Wenzhe said weakly, "Qinwenxue..." His tone was slightly coquettish.
A rhythmic patting sensation came from my back, the quilt silently comforting me.
"It hurts so much." Shi Wenzhe's eyes were filled with tears, as if they were about to break. She coughed a few more times, as if she wanted to cough up all the internal organs in her body, otherwise she would not give up.
My forehead felt hot, and the center of my forehead felt like it was being laser-carved, almost burning. Shi Wenzhe slowly groped around, trying to find something, but he found nothing.
"Ming Shu?" Yun Jin's voice drifted over again.
Shi Wenzhe raised her eyelids to look at Ming Shu. Ming Shu looked around warily, but did not relax because of Yun Jin's words. She touched Qin Wenxue's silver bell. The Wusheng in her hand was cool and soft, like flowing water. She couldn't help but rub it a little more, and a force pulled her hand in the opposite direction.
Shi Wenzhe looked up and saw Qin Wenxue giving him a soft smile. There was still blood on the corner of her mouth and her eyes were so red that she looked particularly pitiful. Qin Wenxue's heartache was straightforward and obvious. Shi Wenzhe leaned closer and smiled again, trying to please her.
The moment when ten thousand swords were unleashed was playing out in an endless cycle. Living beings wailed and cried, dying and coming back to life, coming back to life and dying again. The little deer touched its chest in a daze, tears welling up in its eyes and accumulating in its neck. It looked at its intact body in disbelief, and the fact that it was still alive made its body tremble uncontrollably.
He couldn't help but share this joy with those around him, but when he turned around, all his kind were like numb and stiff puppets, lifeless. When the longsword pierced them, they let out a wail as if programmed, and then came back to life to wait for death, dry and lifeless, without any movement. He stared blankly at all his kind, a deep sorrow and helplessness rising in his heart.
Shi Wenzhe's eyes glowed, and she shook Qin Wenxue's arm excitedly, saying, "Qin Wenxue, that little deer seems different from the others. Is he still alive? He's real, not an illusion."
Ming Shu frowned and carefully examined the creature. The deer demon was indeed not as rigid as the one in the illusion, but it could also be Linglong in disguise. However... he turned to look at Qin Wenxue, who did not give any instructions.
But Shi Wenzhe couldn't wait any longer. She saw the deer demon being pierced by the longsword once again, the blood beneath him already forming puddles. Apart from the splattering sound of the longsword piercing his chest, Peach Blossom Valley was deathly silent. The deer demon was so weak that he was unable to stand up, lying on the ground staring blankly at the sky.
The ashes falling from the sky were like a silent snowfall, but unfortunately, sins and love and hate could not be buried by this snowfall.
He missed the Peach Blossom Valley of the past, where his loved ones were still there, the grass and trees were lush, and butterflies and dragonflies fluttered about. The river was called the River of Wishes for Life, the origin of all things in Peach Blossom Valley, and the place where all living beings in the valley prayed for blessings. Every newborn little demon would receive blessings from the Mother River in that river.
Unfortunately, everything was destroyed after the great war. He wanted to live, but living was so difficult. Now, the people in Peach Blossom Valley were gone, and even the scenery had turned to ashes.
"It's so dark." He murmured blankly, two hot tears sliding down his cheeks.
The celestial beings, as they are said to be, are not saviors who save the world from suffering, but rather cruel executioners.
He missed his father and mother, missed the wind, snow, rain, and the eternal spring.
It's not snowing, but it's so cold.
Lu Ming's soul gradually sank, as if he were about to fall into the deepest hell and never wake up again. Brother Liu Mian was no longer there. It was because of protecting him that he was still as useless as when he was a child. He had promised to live well, but those cultivators were really powerful. He was just a little deer in the chaos of the world, only wanting to cherish every blade of grass and every tree in Peach Blossom Valley. But war and disaster destroyed everything he depended on for survival.
"Heaven above, will the gods hear my prayers? I really... cough cough, I really, really want to... live..."
The longsword pierced down from the sky, and its reflection in his eyes was reduced to a tiny dot, but that dot grew larger and brighter. The sword light was brilliant, and its sword energy was invincible. It was clearly such a radiant existence... Unfortunately, it was there to take his life.
In the desolate land where life was tragically lost and ashes were scattered, in the biting wind, Shi Wenzhe heard that prayer.
Like the deafening roar of war drums, her hair was stung by the wind, but her heart became clear and tranquil.
Shi Wenzhe shed a tear, clutching her heart and repeatedly asking herself, "What should I do? What should I do? I want to save him, I really want to save him. He's just a little deer, he hasn't done anything heinous or destructive, does he have to die?"
Shouldn't Heaven bless devout and kind-hearted beings?
Shi Wenzhe murmured to himself, "I really want to save him..."
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