Chapter 28: The Story of the Evil Town, Sister Lotus
Ershan Village is a remote mountain village nestled in winding mountains. The original inhabitants of the village sought refuge there during times of war, and from then on, they gathered together to form a small village.
Its location is too remote, and the soil is not good. People here have to go through a long mountain road and rugged stones to get down from the village. It could be a safe place during times of war, but now that we live in a peaceful era, even the nearest township government will not send anyone here. Such a place has become a desolate and smelly place that neither humans nor demons like.
Therefore, the people here are very poor and suffer greatly.
They could live, but that was all they could live. Men started working from birth, and women got married at ten. Then they kept giving birth to poor children, day after day, living like that.
Some people wanted to leave, desperately trying to escape the small village, but they were too poor. The children who grew up in the town had no knowledge or experience. The long mountain roads and heavy farm work had already bent their backs and stained their insides.
Until one day, a young man spent half his life leaving the small village, and he succeeded.
He went outside, and he saw the prosperity outside, and he saw his own insignificance. He saw a lot, and he did a lot.
This young man was very hardworking, but amidst the rumbling of carriages and horses in the city and the soft laughter of the rich, he changed his initial idea of just wanting to live a good life—he couldn't even see the so-called upper class, and his head could only be bowed, forever bowed.
At that moment, he realized how weak and how much pain he was in. He had exhausted all his strength to get here, but this was all he had ever gotten.
He carried the sighs of his parents' hopes, the loud, scornful laughter of his neighbors, and the indelible, foul smell of his hometown—he continued to be a handful of lowly mud here.
One day, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He thought bitterly, he must bring something back with him, something that could make his hometown better, something that would show everyone his value—
A woman.
A smart, beautiful, and even noble woman.
...
A biting wind blew by, and everyone in Lianzi Town lay prostrate in the mud. Their eyes were red, and they wanted to cry and struggle, but they couldn't make a sound. Everyone seemed to be bound by something mysterious, writhing on the ground like dirty dogs.
On the high platform, a girl in a red dress sat casually, swinging her legs gently and humming an unknown tune from time to time.
Qingyu's singing is really bad. In Qishan, she sang to soothe children, but the demon dolls would be frightened to tears by her off-key singing.
The girl lowered her eyes to look at the hundreds of people lying prone below the platform, and asked in a soft tone, "Was it nice?"
"Waaaaah—" "Waaaah—" "Mmmmmm—"
In an instant, more than a dozen people looked up, their eyes wide open and snot running down their noses as they frantically nodded at Qingyu. The whole scene looked both tragic and bizarre.
Qingyu seemed amused, and tilted her head, "That's true, what good things have you seen?"
"Or rather," the girl leaned forward, her hands resting on the stage, looking at them with an innocent gaze that held a hidden calm and a murderous intent.
"Anything that comes from abroad is good, right?"
A cold wind blew by, and the house, which was lit by countless candles, was empty. Everyone was struggling huddled in the open space around the platform, looking up at the girl on the platform.
Qingyu sat casually on the high platform, her crimson dress fluttering in the wind. She gently raised her hand, and strangely, countless silver threads appeared in her hand—connecting to the necks, waists, and even legs of several people below the platform.
As the girl spoke softly, countless people below struggled and cried out. Their sweat and tears, and even their uncontrollable saliva, flowed rapidly down their faces, flowing and flowing until they seeped into this barren land.
Qingyu sighed softly, "You guys are too noisy."
After saying that, the girl looked at her slender, fair fingers, then her eyes curved into a smile, and she gently bent one finger as if playing a game—almost instantly, dozens of people had their heads severed, and blood gushed out, spraying into the hearts of everyone present in the silent night.
One finger, one-fifth.
Bright red blood flowed out, and countless people in the mud were terrified and cried out, losing control of their bladders. Some knelt down and kowtowed, some crawled backward in fear, and some tried their best to shout out. They wanted to beg for mercy, they were struggling, and they wanted to use all their strength to break free from their restraints.
Just like the women they abducted.
As it grew later, their struggles grew louder. Qingyu frowned slightly, "It's still too noisy."
Almost simultaneously, Wen Chuan and his group arrived. The young men's robes fluttered in the wind, and they couldn't help but stop, then stared in disbelief—
On the high platform, Qingyu gently bent another finger—
"puff--"
Blood spurted out again, and this time, the entire town fell silent. Even those who were crying and begging for mercy were silenced and trembling wildly.
Also, one-fifth.
Unbeknownst to them, the air was filled with a nauseating, sticky smell of blood, sweat, and mud, making them want to vomit but afraid to move.
Zhang Xuan swallowed hard. He looked at Qing Yu, who held the lives of several people in her hands on the high platform, with a strange expression. She sat there lightly, smiling at them.
Zhang Xuan's intuition as a swordsman told him that Qingyu was in great danger at this moment. He unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, but Lin Fanxiang gently reached out and stopped him.
Lin Fanxiang looked at Qingyu on the high platform. The girl in white remained expressionless, but only she knew that at this moment, amidst the bloodstains, a deep, silent surge of passion within her blood, contrary to the medical ethics, was stirring within her.
The group watched, each lost in their own thoughts, but their faces remained calm.
Qingyu on the high platform seemed oblivious. She moved her fingers, and silver threads danced in her hands. People below the platform quickly climbed up under the pull of the force, forming a clean path of human steps in a few seconds.
Qingyu smiled as she descended from the platform, step by step, her feet sinking into the mud.
Wen Chuan stood silently opposite her, his light eyes revealing a barely perceptible tenderness under the moonlight.
Almost the instant Qingyu appeared before them, the boy smiled gently, his tone natural and reassuring, "What do we need to do now?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Tianshu lowered his head slightly and led Zhang Xuan and Lin Fanxiang to step back a little. Lin Fanxiang also looked at the struggling Lianzi Town people on the ground with disgust.
Looking into Wen Chuan's eyes, Qing Yu stopped smiling. She didn't speak, but simply extended her hand.
Wen Chuan looked back at her; in the night breeze, the girl's eyes were utterly calm.
The boy grasped her hand in a single moment.
At this moment, the wind stirs the heart, and the flower petals drift on the waves.
Qingyu's silver threads danced lightly and rapidly in her hands, quickly wrapping around Wen Chuan's hands—at this moment, the lives of everyone in this town were in Wen Chuan's hands.
The girl withdrew her hand, turned to look at Qin Tianshu, and smiled as always, "Could you help me create an illusion?"
Qin Tianshu raised an eyebrow. "Sure, who will it be for, and what kind?"
Qingyu looked back at every speck of mud around the platform, then at the inexplicably constructed circular platform in the center of the village. The girl curled her lips into a deep smile, a flash of murderous intent crossing her eyes.
"Once you know what they have done, you will naturally know how to create this illusion."
After saying that, she turned around and glanced at Zhang Xuan and Lin Fanxiang behind Qin Tianshu, "You know where to conduct the interrogation, right?"
Zhang Xuan frowned in confusion, while Lin Fanxiang, standing beside him, looked at Qing Yu and said in a calm yet firm tone, "Of course."
She and Qingyu exchanged a glance, and in that moment, they rediscovered each other.
Qingyu nodded to her, then stepped to leave, her crimson skirt billowing. The girl spoke one last thing to Wen Chuan.
"I need to go somewhere. If I haven't returned by the time Brother Tianshu finishes his illusion, please send them on their way for me."
Wen Chuan nodded slightly, then asked, "Where to?"
Upon hearing this, Qingyu raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with a bright sadness.
"Where a friend lives now,"
The girl walked away slowly, her soft voice shattered in the air by the biting evening wind, tiny fragments striking everyone's heart.
"Lotus Shrine".
Wen Chuan kept watching her until Qing Yu left. The young man lowered his eyes to look at his palm. He first sighed softly, and then for a moment, he thought inappropriately, "So this is what holding hands for the first time can be like."
"Smack—"
The scholar opened his fan, and the usually smiling young man spoke in a rare cold tone, "Now, let me see how to create this illusion."
...
Lianzi Town Ancestral Hall.
The girl in red gently stepped over the threshold and walked forward step by step, looking at the lotus goddess with a kind and compassionate face.
The old lady who had fainted on the prayer mat earlier had disappeared without a trace; a draft passed through the hall, and the candlelight flickered.
With a flick of Qingyu's hand, the old woman tumbled out from under the shrine. She was timid and trembling, not daring to lift her head.
Suddenly, Qingyu felt a little tired. Her expression turned unusually cold, and with a slight movement of her fingers, the old woman with a full head of white hair immediately fainted.
The girl flicked her sleeve, and the ancestral hall door closed instantly. For a moment, the candlelight flickered, and inside the shrine, the lotus goddess, high above, looked down at her.
People want to worship their own hearts, but they mislead the gods.
The demon possessed Buddhist intentions but followed the wrong path.
Qingyu's eyes were calm. She gently raised her arm and sketched with one hand, and pink and white spiritual energy gradually drew out a huge lotus flower.
In the still of the night, the room was brightly lit. A huge lotus phantom appeared between Qingyu and the statue. The girl in red waited patiently, and chuckled, "Even seeing your own shadow, you're unwilling to show yourself?"
The doors and windows inside were tightly closed, yet a gust of wind suddenly arose.
A lotus shadow flickers in an instant—
A noble and compassionate female voice, like heavenly music, drifted on the wind throughout the room, echoing in Qingyu's heart.
"Why make things difficult for the Demon Lord? Lotus has already realized her mistake."
Qing Yuxin was stunned for a moment. The girl raised her eyes and looked directly into the eye of the statue.
"Since you call me Demon Lord, then I demand that you come out and tell me yourself what you have done wrong."
I need to know why the land in this town is so barren, containing the wronged souls and blood of countless women and infants.
I need to know why everyone in this town carries the scent of lotus seeds, and why the whole town is filled with your demonic aura.
I want to know what Lotus Sister, who is so kind-hearted in Qishan, did wrong to be confined to this small Buddhist shrine and punished for a lifetime.
The girl in red looked up; her bright face was now extremely cold, and her whole body exuded an irresistible pressure.
A huge flower shadow appeared behind her, making the lotus shadow appear small and faint for a moment.
Qingyu held back her tears, but finally her eyes reddened. The girl spoke slowly, her voice trembling and echoing.
"Sister Lotus, please come out and let me see you."
Didn't you say I was your favorite child?
I made sure everything was agreed upon before I left, so why didn't those little tigers protect you?
I haven't even become the Demon Lord of Qishan yet, how could you be trapped here?
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