Chapter 202: Growing Old Together
The voice gradually faded away, the fog dissipated, and Qin Qinsen returned to the house.
The room was still in chaos, with tables and chairs overturned, but the person lying on the ground had changed.
Shi Ning, whose expression was lively just moments ago, lay on the cold ground, the wound on her neck jarring. The strangest thing was that after the blood flowed out of the wound, it seemed to gather together as if on its own, flowing towards the dead tree leaning against the wall.
A man in a blue shirt had his back to Qin Qinsen, his hands resting on the tree trunk, and he kept muttering incoherent words like "right away", "almost", "wait for me". He suddenly turned around and looked at Shi Ning on the ground, his eyes, which were very similar to Teng Su's, were full of persistence.
"You..." Seeing this scene, Qin Qinsen couldn't help but take a step forward, but then he realized that he was in an illusion and no one could see him.
At this moment, the man pounced on Shi Ning on the ground like a madman, squeezing her wounds and accelerating the flow of blood as she stared at him in pain.
Shi Ning's lips moved slightly, as if she was calling out "Brother." But she was too weak. The massive loss of blood and the pain from her wounds had already made her feel worse than death, let alone speak.
It was not until the man knelt on one knee to make room that Qin Qinsen saw what the trees placed against the wall looked like.
Half of the trunk is burnt, but the other half of the crown is full of vitality and sprouting. This is obviously unreasonable.
With the arrival of a large amount of blood, the originally scorched tree trunk shed its black bark at a speed visible to the naked eye, and vitality seeped from the outside to the inside.
"Not enough, not enough..."
Shi Ning had already died, but the man who looked like Teng Su was still pressing on her wound, as if he wanted to squeeze out every last drop of her blood.
Walking up to the man, Qin Qinsen looked at his appearance.
It cannot be said that he is exactly the same as Teng Su, but except for the eyes, there is no similarity.
He is not Teng Su.
It doesn’t matter who Teng Su was in his previous life, he would definitely not be the villain in front of him who tried to drain his own sister’s blood.
It was because Teng Su's merits and virtues were overflowing with golden light, and he was protected by the way of heaven. If he had really done evil in his previous life, how could he be born into a wealthy and noble family?
Why did Ming hold on to Teng Su and insist that Teng Su was his lover?
Before Qin Qinsen could figure out what was going on, the picture distorted and Qin Qinsen was caught in the vortex of changing scenes, unable to maintain his balance.
When he finally got up from the ground, the tree had turned into the shape of Shi Ming, protecting the man and standing opposite him.
"...What bullshit ethics? What does it have to do with you that Ah Su and I are truly in love?"
A "Pah" sound came from behind Qin Qinsen, and a rough voice shouted, "I don't care whether you like me or not, just tell me, did you kill my Erya?"
"Yes! And my husband, right? You guys!"
"You're so heartless! I'm afraid the village chief's grandson isn't you... He's only a month old!"
The man protected by Shi Ming was a head taller than him. His face was pale, his pupils were trembling, his vision was unfocused, and he kept muttering, "You are all bad people, don't try to break us up... Don't hurt Shi Ming, come to me if you want to do anything... Don't break us up, I love him..."
The man who looked neat and tidy on the outside was hiding behind Shi Ming like a madman. The most eye-catching thing was his hand that was grabbing Shi Ming's clothes - it was covered in blood.
Qin Qinsen walked to a convenient observation position, his eyes moving between the two confronting parties.
Since you can't exit or join this kind of illusion anyway, you might as well watch it carefully.
The villagers gathered together, many holding farm tools that served as weapons. Some women had red eyes and tears on their cheeks. The woman standing in the front held a three or four-year-old child in her arms, the bloody wound on her neck horrifying.
The woman didn't care about the blood on the child, her face filled with anger and grief, "...You watched Hu Zi grow up, how could you have the heart to kill him!"
"If his father hadn't come back temporarily, would you have killed me too? He is your nephew!"
Shi Ming paused noticeably. The man behind him seemed to notice his movement. His eyes fixed on the woman who was speaking, and he spoke slowly.
"...Sister... No, no, Shi Ming will die without blood. Please be kind and give me some blood, give me more blood!"
As he spoke, he rushed out from behind Shi Ming, stretching out his hands to snatch the child's body.
"roll!"
The hoe hit the attacker's head hard, knocking him to the ground. At the same time, a branch of a tree sprang out from the ground, pierced the attacker's chest, and quickly brought him back to his side.
"Dad!" The woman hugged the father and son and burst into tears.
Shi Ming also hugged the man and kept calling out, but the wound caused by the angry hoe was big and deep, and blood kept gushing out.
As Shi Ming shook, the blood climbed up his hands, continued up along his arms, and finally gathered at his heart, forming a clumping mass that sank into Shi Ming's heart in front of everyone's horrified gaze.
"Monster, he's a monster!"
Seeing their fellow villagers being killed, the villagers shouted "monster" and rushed over with hoes, sickles and other tools raised in their hands.
Qin Qinsen was shocked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
I thought to myself that the people here are tough and their first reaction when they saw the tree monster that was different from ordinary people was not to run away, but to attack it in groups. It was a scene of unity and sadness.
Even the weakest monster will become much stronger than an ordinary person after sucking human blood.
Blood and essence are both great tonics for monsters. Shi Ming had just sucked the man's blood into his body. He was full of energy at the moment, so how could an ordinary person suppress it?
Sure enough, the villagers flocked to the bottom among the branches and green leaves.
For a moment, blood was everywhere. Shi Ming blamed all the villagers for his lover's serious injury and collapse, and kept directing the branches to suck blood from people's bodies.
Qin Qinsen had been frowning since entering the illusion, biting his lower lip. He felt the pain of watching innocent people die tragically. He formed seals and cast spells to help, but the illusion seemed to restrict him. He could only watch, unable to use any magic.
The culprit, however, held the man in his arms and tried to heal his wounds with magic.
But the man had lost too much blood, and returning to Shi Ming's arms would only accelerate the loss of blood from the point where the two were in contact.
"No, don't cry... In the next life... let's be together... grow old together... "
They dared to talk about love surrounded by the corpses of innocent victims. Qin Qinsen angrily picked up a big rock and threw it at the two of them.
thump--
"Wake up, wake up!"
"Are you okay?"
"Master Qin, how are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"
Qin Qinsen rubbed his head and sat up, his anger still lingering in his heart, and he couldn't help but stare at the person who came.
Teng An, who was helping him stand up, shrank his neck, a little confused, "What, what happened..."
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