Chapter 57 057 Build an Ice Coffin as Soon as Possible
Wu Heng guessed correctly, Zhuang Rong'er had indeed lost all five senses.
She did not have the ability to defeat Li Ruohui, and it was even more impossible for her to easily kill Li Ruohui who had turned into incorruptible bones.
Li Ruohui's death was caused by multiple factors.
First, he was already seriously injured and eager to die. Second, Ah Huai broke out in a devastating self-protection after suffering a fatal injury. Third, it was Zhuang Rong'er's finishing blow.
The power coming from Ah Huai was so strong and so shocking that for a second she barely woke up from her hatred and paranoia.
But she soon realized that she had lost her five senses.
Her vision was completely obscured by the thick and endless white. At first, the incessant buzzing in her ears overwhelmed everything, but after a moment, it turned into deathly silence.
The smell of decay in the cave, the frosty cold air unique to the snow, and the fishy smell of the mixed blood of several people also completely disappeared.
If it weren't for the fact that the insects and snakes in the bamboo tube that resonated with her blood still maintained a faint sense of touch, she might have suspected that she was dead.
In just a moment, I became a ghost floating in the mortal world, losing all connection with all other material things in the world.
The only thing the ghost can do is to grasp the obsession that prevents her from passing away - she can accurately find Ah Huai's hand and hold it tightly, and it seems that this is enough.
It took longer than expected to escape from the rubble, but even her perception of time became weaker.
Fear and confusion were meaningless emotions, and she had no time to indulge in them. She only knew that she had to return to Cuihuan Valley immediately... taking Ah Huai, who had been severely injured by her, and Li Ruohui's spine with her.
The use of puppetry is conditional and must never be performed on a corpse that has rotted to the point of revealing the bones.
She had been trapped in the frozen layer of ice and snow for so long that Ah Huai's vitality might have been rapidly fading.
No matter how many unexpected events happened, she still did not change her idea of turning people into puppets. Even though she herself was blind and thought that using magic would not be a simple matter, she would not consider other options.
Probably from the moment they escaped, the insects and snakes in the bamboo tube began to become very restless. Zhuang Rong'er could feel a strong sense of oppression coming from all directions, as if something bad was about to happen.
She had more or less guessed the current situation. After all, the sacred mountains of Wanjian Mountain collapsed in the avalanche, and Li Ruohui also died completely. It was impossible not to attract attention.
But now she has lost her perception of the outside world, and is destined to be at a disadvantage in any debate or confrontation.
It seemed that she was unaware of anything and left there in a numb manner, following the guidance of her blood. In fact, she had made plans for the worst from the first second she got out of the snow.
The insects and snakes held their breath with her, waiting for the crisis to come, but fortunately, it never came.
There was almost a moment during the process when she felt something appear beside her, only a foot away from her, like a stranger, yet not a stranger.
Her heart inexplicably tightened, and her attention drifted away briefly for half a second, but she quickly looked away because she didn't notice any aggression.
But a persistent question arises in my mind:
What is that?
——This was Zhuang Ronger’s final impression of everything she encountered in Wanjian Mountain.
Then, he stepped on empty air and fell into the snow with the person on him.
At that time, we didn't know how far we were to the Chuihuan Valley.
…
A chaotic battle broke out at the foot of Wanjian Mountain.
When someone noticed that the Saint was missing, they no longer had any clues to trace or follow.
Where did the saint go?
——Where the snow met the land, the silk ribbon covering the man’s eyes fluttered in the wind, and cracks appeared on the side of his cheek again, fleeting, just like the confusion that suddenly arose in his heart, it disappeared without being captured.
There was a faint rumbling sound in the sky, and it seemed that something was passing through the clouds.
"Jing Huai" took half a step back, without looking up, but still looking at the two figures lying in the snow not far away.
Zhuang Rong'er and the strange man she carried out of the snow-capped mountains.
His brows furrowed.
At the last second before something in the sky was about to rush down, "Jinghuai" left.
As he walked, he could shrink the distance to an inch. Almost in an instant, he arrived under a giant tree and stopped.
"Why are you following me?"
He asked Xiang Xukong in a calm tone.
After a few breaths of silence, a short man suddenly jumped down from the tree. He half-crouched on the ground and responded in a low voice: "I am concerned about the people of Hanzhou. Now, now the corpse poison is rampant, and everyone is suffering..."
Yu Huanye didn't actually look flustered, but because of his speech problem, he would stutter from time to time and his sentences would sound long.
"Jing Huai" lowered his eyes and turned around before he could finish.
Perhaps the stone statue does not have a heart, but in his "heart", he clearly knows the intention of this person. He really wants to get the incorruptible bones in Zhuang Rong'er's hands, but wants to use his hands to accomplish everything.
He would handle everything, isolate Hanzhou from the outside world, chant the mantra of rebirth for the deceased people, and look for new bone-insoluble medicine to detoxify, but these steps did not include taking away Zhuang Ronger's things.
“…”
Yu Huanye raised his head, stared at the back, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
Defective products will be recycled.
But what went wrong?
Could it be that the people from Tianque Sect did something?
When the stone statue first awakened in Feiyuan Pavilion, it did not show so much "personal" will.
But now, although he still looked a bit dull like a dead creature, he had lost his original appearance and seemed unable to be manipulated at will.
Who would have thought that a body made of the mud from the abyss could actually imitate some of the spirit and charm of Jing Huai himself?
Yu Huanye frowned and stared at Jing Huai's back until he completely disappeared. Then he raised his head and looked at the object rapidly descending in the sky not far away. He spat with a cold face, "Trouble."
…
The rumbling sound got closer and closer, and then gradually drifted away.
There was no trace of the two people in the snow.
Zhuang Rong'er and A Huai were both swept away by the huge object that rushed down from the sky and then rushed towards the southwest.
The giant's true body was hidden in the clouds, and from the occasional shadow it showed, it looked like a mighty and brave white dragon.
But if you look closely, you will find that its body and head are bald. It turns out to be a giant python flying through the clouds.
This is a baby snake that has just finished molting.
In other words, it is now a snake.
When it was unconscious in the pool of blood, it was awakened by the pain it shared with Zhuang Rong'er.
This time the molting period seemed to be over, and its strength increased greatly, but there was no time to celebrate. The strange feeling of obstruction in the blood resonance was unprecedented. Zhuang Ronger was definitely in big trouble!
It couldn't help but want to ask for help. Why did its master be in danger when it was not around?
That Ah Huai must be unreliable!
And what was Shuijue doing? Didn't he know that it's important to lend a hand in times of crisis?
The little snake did not dare to delay. It cursed others to ease its worries about Zhuang Rong'er, and kept flying in the direction that was guiding it.
It suspected that it had flown to the end of the world, and finally took away the unconscious Zhuang Rong'er and the useless A Huai in this snowy land.
After rushing all the way, it took several days for him to return to Cuihuan Valley without feeling tired.
The two people who were wrapped by its tail showed no signs of waking up, but the little snake did not have the energy to take care of them. It knew that at least Zhuang Rong'er would be fine after returning home. Its heart was at peace, but its consciousness was about to become drowsy again.
Its rescue action was actually completely awakened by the danger. When the sense of crisis was slightly relieved, the whole snake relaxed and became completely limp and turned back into a small snake that was not even as thick as a wrist.
It struggled to take a last look at the two people lying less than a few meters away from the valley entrance, and vaguely remembered that there were only a few servants left in the valley. It was not sure whether the remaining old, weak and sick people could find their way here. Those people never went to the outskirts of Cuihuan Valley for fear of encountering poisonous insects.
What if no one comes to carry Zhuang Rong'er and A Huai into the room?
The little snake was very worried and was thinking, but it could not resist its instinct after all. Two seconds later, it still staggered towards the blood pool deep in the valley and disappeared into it.
…
How did Zhuang Rong'er finally return to the room?
She herself doesn't know and doesn't think about it carefully.
The good news was that the moment she woke up, although she still couldn't see, she began to hear some subtle sounds and smell some light smells.
Including the sense of touch. She was now lying on the bed, and her exposed skin could feel the softness of the brocade. When she clenched her hands, she could feel the lines in her palms.
The connection with the blood pool was so close that she knew clearly that she had returned to Cuihuan Valley, and the closure of her five senses except vision had loosened.
So, how many days have passed?
What about Ah Huai? How many days has he been dead?
A sudden thought made her heart sink.
But she was sure that her expression had not changed at all, and even the hand that stretched out to her side was extremely steady.
As she wished, she touched another person's arm, and the temperature she could feel with her fingertips was warm, but considering that her senses had not yet fully recovered, it was probably actually cold.
She still couldn't feel a pulse.
It must be because my senses are still too dull.
Zhuang Rong'er stood still, without blinking, staring blankly ahead, not knowing what she was thinking.
Apart from her heavier breathing, she seemed no different from when she was unconscious before.
After a long time, she slowly moved.
At first, his arms were getting closer and closer, then he turned sideways, and his whole body moved closer to the arm she was holding, until they were tightly hugged.
She raised her hand towards his cheek, tracing his facial features with her fingers, and the image in her mind gradually took shape.
The finger seemed to linger under his nose for a few seconds, but just as he had imagined, there was no breath.
This time, Zhuang Rong'er did not interrupt. She moved closer and buried her head in his chest. The whole process was silent.
Perhaps her consciousness had almost recovered, so she could feel some warm tears soaking the long gown in front of her.
She could finally smell the blood so close to her, and the wound was caused by her herself.
……very nice.
She has no right to regret.
She would not let Jing Huai down, nor would she lose anything again.
She could already make this hug last forever.
There were tears in her dull eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.
Perhaps she was drawing a kind of unusual happiness from a special kind of settling of dust.
Zhuang Rong'er raised her head and left a kiss on Ah Huai's chin.
“…”
The eyelashes of the person under him actually trembled slightly.
However, this slight movement is difficult to detect.
Zhuang Rong'er did not stop and stood up to prepare the elixir needed for puppetry, and also to build an ice coffin as soon as possible.
The puppet worms in the bamboo tube were ejected and attached to small paper figures the size of a palm. They were assigned to different tasks. Some were responsible for harvesting another batch of puppet worms for medicinal purposes, some were responsible for collecting and grinding herbs, some were responsible for making ice coffins, and some went to the blood pool to check on the little snake.
The little paper figures dispersed, and Zhuang Rong'er also left the room, perhaps going to the attic or somewhere else.
Blindness seemed to have little effect on her, and she could avoid all obstacles around her without even groping.
——Ah Huai, who was left alone in bed, watched the man leave quietly, his eyes looking back at the ceiling.
Although it was a bit of a dampener for Zhuang Rong'er, unfortunately he was still alive.
If... this state can be called being alive.
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