Chapter 61 What she really wants to do is to...
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The autumn wind was bleak, and the sound of it blowing through the canyon was like the crying of ghosts.
A strange man, whose back looked like a hunchbacked old man but also resembled a young boy, jumped down from the tree and glanced from afar at the pool of blood that lay between the outer and inner areas of the Chuihuan Valley.
The white python was no longer there, as the beast had long since gone with its master. The man and the snake should now be in the Great Freedom Hall.
As I was still thinking about this, a look of interest and a little regret appeared on my face.
The Mahāyāna Hall was likely to be a once-in-a-lifetime event, but it was a pity that he could not be there in person.
In life, we must seize opportunities and make choices.
Rather than watching the drama that was about to unfold in the Great Freedom Hall, he would rather take this opportunity to do something big in the Cuihuan Valley.
As a dangerous place known for its poisons, it is certainly not easy to enter.
If there is no one to guide him, he would be bleeding from the mouth and nose after walking a few steps, and he would not know when he was poisoned.
But I am also a sorcerer.
He grinned, pulled out a short and thick bamboo tube from his sleeve, tilted his head back and poured a red poisonous insect into his throat bit by bit as naturally as drinking water. It would protect him in his body.
The natural barrier of Cuihuan Valley was of no use to him. Now, Zhuang Rong'er, the valley master, had already left. It was estimated that he would be dragged onto the stage soon and would be unable to escape. It was impossible for the ordinary servants and disciples in Cuihuan Valley to stop him.
In the past, he had to worry about whether Demon Lord Shui Jue would suddenly come to visit. After all, he always regarded Cuihuan Valley as an extra-territory of the Demon Realm. But now he himself is too busy to take care of this.
Let me ask you, is there a better time than now to explore Cuihuan Valley?
Yu Huanye wiped the corner of his lips and stepped in calmly.
He was small in stature, and when he stepped on the dead leaves, it made almost no sound, and nothing would be disturbed by him.
“……!”
The sudden pain in his neck made him stop. Just then, several broken branches of trees came flying in front of him and "whooshed" into the ground, like roadblocks rising from the ground.
Yu Huanye's heart skipped a beat, and he had no time to worry about his bleeding throat. He held his breath and did not move. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the person who suddenly appeared beside him.
……Why?
The thing that scratched his neck was just a petal, and the obstacle in front of him was just a few branches.
But Yu Haoye clearly sensed the danger. He was unaware of the other party's arrival, but his movement was clearly perceived.
It had to be him, why was it him?
This is impossible!
Fifty percent of the reason he came this time was for the person in front of him, the person who had truly been resurrected from the ancient battlefield of Soul Ruins.
It was not a stone statue made of the abyssal mud summoned by evil magic, but the real Jing Huai!
But this was definitely not the way he had imagined the meeting would go.
They had fought in Liusha City before, and it was at that moment that he realized that it was definitely Jing Huai who had returned.
There couldn't possibly be another person in the world who looked exactly like him and could completely replicate the sword moves with just one look.
That time, he lost a human skin in exchange for flesh and blood at his hands, which was a heavy loss.
But in the final analysis, even if he is Jing Huai, a rare genius, a child of destiny with outstanding talent, he no longer has spiritual veins and should not have such terrifying strength!
...Why, on what basis? He's still so high and mighty?!
Wait, spiritual veins… No, he's clearly not a mortal anymore! What's going on?!
Yu Huanye's heart was filled with intense excitement, but he didn't show it on his face. He took a deep breath, turned around carefully, and was about to speak when a sword was placed across his shoulder again.
"Purpose?"
He was questioned briefly and concisely.
"..." Yu Huanye opened his mouth, then suddenly smiled and stammered, "I... I have something important to tell you."
Ah Huai stared at him unmoved.
From the moment Yu Huanye approached the Cuihuan Valley, he became aware of his existence.
As long as he wanted, his spiritual consciousness seemed to be able to expand infinitely, covering the surrounding land.
He was impressed by the odd-looking little man.
After several rounds of confrontation, he determined that this person was an enemy.
But he has a secret.
The complex medicinal fragrance and the strange coldness that he had smelled many times were all on this person.
what does that mean?
Ah Huai looked at Yu Huanye and suddenly found that his facial features were actually very familiar.
Even though that face was covered with a false sense of flattery and was slightly distorted by the sweat, some subtle details still looked like another person.
The face clearly appeared in his mind - Yu Huansheng.
Their names...are very similar.
Moreover, Yu Huanye had attacked Yu Huansheng in Zhaixing Town, as if he had a tremendous hatred for him, so the two must have some connection.
Later, the Tianque Sect seemed to have been chasing this person, but he seemed to have disappeared from the world, and now he appeared in the Cuihuan Valley.
Ah Huai couldn't help but frown. He exerted a little more force on his sword, and the thin blade immediately pierced Yu Huanye's skin.
"What is your relationship with Yu Huansheng?" he asked.
"..." Yu Huanye's expression was obviously stunned. After two seconds of silence, he whispered, "Nothing more than, there is, some hatred."
The pain in his neck intensified, and blood began to flow down. It was obvious that the other party was not satisfied with his answer. Yu Haoye had no choice but to look at Ah Huai. There was a mixture of uneasiness and gloom between his brows. The more anxious he was, the more speechless he became.
He was certain that the person in front of him was Jing Huai. He might be the only person in the world who was sure of this because he knew the key that no one else knew.
And since Ah Huai is Jing Huai... then he should be the one who knows the most about the hatred between him and Yu Huansheng.
After all... they grew up together.
Among his fellow disciples, he and Jing Huai were the only ones who spent the most time together.
The reason he has become this half-human, half-ghost appearance is all caused by Yu Huansheng!
Yu Huanye's breathing became heavier for a moment, but he still maintained a strange silence. His uncooperative posture naturally intensified the sword's attack.
"...Wait a minute! Aren't you curious about what I have to say?" Yu Huanye shuddered, then snapped back to his senses. He raised his voice and brought the conversation back to the topic, even speaking much more clearly. He bet that Ah Huai was more curious about Zhuang Rong'er's affairs than Yu Huansheng's. "You can only hear these things from me. With Zhuang Rong'er around, she won't allow anyone else to tell you these things... Do you know who Jing Huai is?!"
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Yu Huanye saw that Ah Huai's sword did not go any deeper, and he took a breath barely perceptible. He met the frosty gaze, thinking that this topic was of interest to him after all, so that was good.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn't want to die here.
This was the only shell left of the evil art of flesh-and-blood substitution, and he couldn't put himself in a desperate situation.
"Jing Huai was Zhuang Rong'er's lover a hundred years ago." Yu Huanye forced a smile and said, "You and him look exactly alike. There are rumors that Jing Huai has been resurrected, but that so-called resurrected person is actually just a stone statue cast from the mud of the Abyss—a fake!"
Ah Huai glanced at him with his eyes lowered. Yu Huanye's heart trembled, but he remained calm on the outside and guessed, "You should already know all this."
He cleared his throat and continued, "But do you know that Zhuang Rong'er didn't keep you by her side just to ease her longing for you... What she really wants to do is to revive Jing Huai through you!"
He said the last four words very quickly because he felt the overwhelming murderous aura spreading out. Yu Huanye fell backwards in fear, but the sword was faster than him. When he fell to the ground in a panic and turned his face away, the tip of the sword was stuck in the ground, right next to his head and neck. He would have died in a split second.
The sword-bearer stood still, looking down at him as if he were staring at an ant.
"...What good would it do you to kill me?" Yu Huanye lay on the ground, breathing heavily, but a strange look flashed in his eyes. "Can't you sense how complex and changeable Zhuang Rong'er's attitude towards you is? On the one hand, she is attracted to your appearance, which is similar to Jing Huai's, and on the other hand, she is always planning to use your body to resurrect Jing Huai. In her pavilion, there may be a trace of Jing Huai's soul..."
He had said this, but Ah Huai's emotions seemed to remain unchanged.
Yu Huanye became increasingly frightened as he watched. He could only shout even louder, "There's an evil resurrection spell in the Cuihuan Valley. Zhuang Rong'er has been busy collecting rare treasures for these years. You're the last ingredient she's collected! In the end, she'll definitely kill you with her own hands..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Yu Huanye's expression was frozen in wide-eyed disbelief. The tip of the sword that had pierced his heart was pulled out neatly. His body quickly shriveled up, and flesh and blood drained out of the holes, turning into human skin again.
All the flesh and blood substitutes have been used up.
The next time, his death will be a real death, a death from which there is no escape.
Ah Huai put the sword behind him expressionlessly. It was as clean as before, without a trace of blood.
His hand clasped the hilt of the sword so tightly that his knuckles turned slightly white.
He didn't like to hear, nor did he want to hear, every word this person said.
It doesn’t matter what Zhuang Rong’er wants to do.
Don't allow others to interfere.
But the miasma in the forest still made it difficult for him to breathe. He cleaned Yu Huanye's skin, but the fingers hanging by his side suddenly moved.
Ah Huai raised his palm in front of him and clearly felt a faint burning sensation on his ring finger.
——Zhuang Ronger is in danger.
His face darkened slightly, and after hesitating for only a second, he decided to leave the Cuihuan Valley and go find her.
If his appearance and abnormality would cause her trouble... then use some disguise.
But before leaving, he needed to take something from Zhuang Rong'er's attic with him.
He suspected that Yu Huanye also came for that kind of thing.
Although Zhuang Rong'er asked him to wait for him in the valley, he could not remain indifferent when witnessing her danger, and he would never be able to do so.
What's more, he also wanted to know what the so-called "resurrection fake made of the abyss mud" was...what exactly was it?
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It's late at night.
The group holding the book arrived at the edge of the Great Freedom Hall and felt exhausted.
Along the way, the closer we get to the sect, the more trouble we encounter.
In addition to corpse poison, there are also demon disturbances, but they are all small demons that are not worthy of being on the stage and can only threaten mortals.
They saved two villages along the way, so luckily they didn't delay their journey too much.
Chishu was staring blankly at the bright moon overhead when he heard his senior brother frown and say, "The monsters are even more agitated than when we set out. I think it's related to the snake demon..."
"Brother," Chishu interrupted, turning around in a daze, "Could it be that Master Zhuang didn't come at all? What if she just sent us away...what should we do?"
"...No." Although the senior brother shook his head, he looked hesitant and seemed unsure.
As they were talking, they had already walked down the long steps.
The Great Freedom Hall practices asceticism. No matter how many tricks the monks have, they are only allowed to rely on their feet to climb the mountain.
Worried about the snake demon and worried about Zhuang Rong'er breaking her promise, they walked to the square. The smell of blood gradually became stronger, and the first thing they saw was a disciple lying on the ground.
"What happened?!"
They rushed over in panic and saw that fellow was bleeding from his nose and mouth, with a pool of blood beneath him. Around his neck was a half-broken green silk ribbon. He fixed his eyes on it, and suddenly, with a start, he said excitedly, "That's Master Zhuang's clothing!"
In recent days, he has been recalling the scene of being rescued by a silk ribbon in his mind every day, and sketching the figure of the woman who is unique in heaven and earth in his mind countless times. He recognized at a glance that it was Zhuang Ronger's thing!
The master of Cuihuan Valley, Zhuang, had already arrived at the Great Freedom Hall before them!
Could it be that she was the one who was so cruel to the disciples in the temple?!
"Could it be possible, could it be possible that she killed my disciple?" someone asked in a trembling voice.
"...This is the Great Freedom Hall! Why, why isn't anyone else here?"
"The abbot should have noticed our return, but no one came to greet us!"
The group looked at each other, fear and confusion showing on their pale faces.
"What on earth happened? Where did everyone go?!"
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