Chapter 122 Killing Tai Sui (10) Unleashing Beastly Nature
A few specks of dark red splattered on the boy's pale face.
Blood beads slid down his jawline, making a "drip" sound, and mixed into the sticky pool of blood at his feet.
After a moment, those cold, expressionless eyes slowly lowered.
Then suddenly, action was taken.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed a living creature that was still twitching at his feet.
The chicken's wings flapped weakly, making a faint "clucking" sound, and blood bubbles gushed from the huge wound in its throat.
The blunt edge of the dagger was no longer able to cut, so he used the rolled-up metal edge to smash, again and again, the last bit of flesh remaining where the chicken's neck and torso connected.
Pfft, pfft...
The dull thuds, accompanied by the faint cracking of bones, were exceptionally clear in the deathly silent courtyard. Sticky blood and bits of flesh splattered onto his face, but he didn't even blink, his eyes fixed intently on the flesh being completely pulverized and separated.
The chicken head finally rolled to the ground and mingled with the other remains.
He released his grip, tossing down the headless chicken carcass. His gaze slowly moved, sweeping over the "results" scattered on the ground. He raised his hand to rub his cheek, trying to wipe away the slight itch, but only managed to spread the semi-congealed blood, leaving a glaring red mark on his excessively pale skin.
Buzz...
A faint noise, like the fluttering of a mosquito's wings, entered his ear.
"Good heavens, who gave him the knife? How did he kill again?"
"Stay away from him!"
Then, more voices came in.
"He was born to kill his own mother, and with such a strange personality, he truly is a jinx..."
"Who will go forward and bring him out?"
"I...I dare not. Last time he bit off half of my brother's ear. He eats human flesh...Go ahead and go!"
...
Sighs, gasps, and indistinct syllables intertwined and piled up, like the gradually rising tide in the distance, dull and persistently pounding against the edge of consciousness.
Gu Lianzhou kept his head down, staring intently at his blood-soaked hands.
The voice gradually faded, turning into more indistinct curses and fearful whispers, like an invisible barrier that completely shut him out.
Song Qiling gasped for breath at the sight before her, her stomach involuntarily clenching.
As the sun set and dusk settled, the light in the courtyard quickly dimmed, and the child remained seated amidst the heavy blood and wreckage, his outline gradually blurring in the twilight.
Two words suddenly flashed through my mind—
A demon god.
A ruthless and inhumane demon, devoid of any compassion for living beings, a monster that knows only slaughter...
In the midst of this deathly silence, steady footsteps suddenly rang out, approaching Gu Lianzhou, who lay in the center of the pool of blood, unhurriedly.
"So you are the young master of the Gu family?"
The man's deep voice was different from those who feared and disliked him; it was as if he were exchanging pleasantries with an old friend. He spoke to himself, "It's getting dark. Aren't you hungry?"
Before he could finish speaking, the hem of his plain-colored robe brushed carelessly across the pool of sticky blood, instantly becoming soaked in dark red and leaving a shocking stain.
He seemed oblivious, continuing to walk forward as if strolling leisurely.
Gu Lianzhou looked up, his clear black and white eyes expressionless, staring straight ahead, sending chills down one's spine. The man, oblivious, stepped aside the nearby skeletons and squatted down in front of him, his gaze level with Gu Lianzhou's.
He raised his hand and reached towards Gu Lianzhou's face.
"Huo—"
A flash of light, and the chipped dagger was covered in fresh blood.
The man continued his actions, raising his hand to gently touch Gu Lianzhou's forehead, and said in a gentle voice, "I heard you just recovered from your high fever. Why aren't you staying in your room? What are you doing out here bothering these animals?"
A gruesome gash was slashed across the back of his hand. Although the dagger was dulled, Gu Lianzhou had used all his strength to forcefully pierce Nie Fengxi's skin and flesh.
Warm blood gushed out instantly, meandering down his knuckles.
"Boy, I only have this one hand left, and now you've ruined it." Nie Fengxi clicked his tongue lightly, his tone revealing neither genuine anger nor feigned sigh. He withdrew his hand with a hint of regret, gently placing it on his knee, showing no sign of intending to bandage it.
His gaze returned to Gu Lianzhou's face, from those emotionless eyes to his jaw stained with bits of flesh and blood. He stared intently for a long time before suddenly sighing.
"Never mind."
As soon as he finished speaking, his fingertips quickly came together, and with a slight turn of his wrist, a faint blue light flowed around his fingertips.
Learning from past mistakes, he moved even faster. Almost as soon as he finished chanting the incantation, his cool fingertips precisely touched the acupoint between Gu Lianzhou's eyebrows.
Gu Lianzhou trembled violently.
The murder weapon, which he had been holding tightly, finally gave way and fell into the pool of blood with a thud, splattering a few dark droplets of blood.
Her small, thin body seemed to have all its support suddenly removed, and she slumped forward.
Nie Fengxi seemed to have anticipated this. He reached out and caught the falling child steadily, then pulled Gu Lianzhou onto his shoulder, letting him rest on his arm.
The boy leaned weakly on his shoulder, his eyelashes drooping, his face as white as a sheet of paper, and only shallow breaths coming from his nose. All the ferocity he had shown when he swung the knife was gone.
Looking down at the bloodstains on the neck of the person in his arms, Nie Fengxi didn't say anything. He simply lifted him up with one hand and carried him steadily on his shoulder.
He then stood up and walked steadily out, stepping over the corpses and sticky bloodstains scattered on the ground.
The hem of his plain robe was already soaked with blood, leaving a trail of blood that gradually faded behind him with each step.
The scene abruptly ends here.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, all the images are instantly pulled away, forcibly expelling the person from the illusion.
Song Qiling took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in her heart, but felt dizzy and the strong smell of blood still lingered in her nose.
A red velvet gambling table suddenly appeared before our eyes.
Old Zhuang's gaze fell heavily on Gu Lianzhou, his expression complex.
But the other person remained upright, his face hidden in the dim light, and he remained silent.
After a long silence, Elder Zhuang broke it first: "That's not right."
Gu Lianzhou looked up and asked, "What?"
For the first time, Zhuang Lao's tone showed a hint of wavering.
This was the first time in his life that he had doubts about his proud ability to "observe cause and effect." "I couldn't figure out this memory; it was like a thick fog blocking my way."
He paused, then sighed, "This gamble isn't worth it."
He could clearly sense that it wasn't that he lacked ability, but rather that there was an invisible force with extremely strong repulsive power deliberately blocking his perception from that memory, preventing him from prying into it, not even allowing a sliver of a gap to appear.
"Now that the betting is over, Elder Zhuang, shouldn't you let us go back?" Song Qiling frowned slightly, her patience exhausted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Zhuang's gaze finally slowly shifted away from Gu Lianzhou.
"Going back... of course you can go back."
He paused for a moment, then abruptly changed the subject, "However, my eyes have seen some things I shouldn't have today. I will remember this debt for now."
What debt?
Song Qiling's lips twitched slightly.
I've never seen anyone act so innocent after getting a good deal...
Before he could speak, he suddenly saw the large hand wearing a jade thumb ring casually wave.
In an instant, the world spun around.
I felt as if the surrounding scenery was being distorted and blurred as an ink painting thrown into water.
The red velvet gambling table, the dim yellow lights, and the unfathomable smile of the old man Zhuang—everything was stretched and torn apart in an instant, merging into a chaotic darkness.
The wind grew louder and louder, until finally, the only thing that clearly entered my ears was Zhuangzi's two words, which faded into the distance but remained crystal clear: "Farewell."
A gentle breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and earth, abruptly pulled Song Qiling out of her dazed state.
She narrowed her eyes.
After a moment of adjustment, she opened her eyes wide in astonishment.
What came into view was no longer the eerie and dark gambling den, but the bright afternoon sun, the lush green grass, and her junior brother who was just a window away...
The surroundings were the familiar courtyard scene, as if what I had just seen was nothing more than a brief and bizarre dream.
I'm back.
Song Qiling lowered her gaze to the dice in her junior brother's hand. Without thinking, she reached out and snatched the evil object, throwing it with all her might into the distance until it completely disappeared from sight.
"Pah! What a rotten thing!" She spat angrily, her chest heaving as if she had accumulated a lot of resentment with nowhere to vent it. "What kind of cause and effect is this? You're clearly a thief who steals other people's memories!"
Gu Lianzhou cupped his empty palms and let them hang at his sides, then chuckled and said, "Senior brother, there's no need to stand up for me. I was also curious about what happened back then, so I let him do as he pleased. In a way, I got to see the truth of what happened back then through his eyes."
Seeing the suspicion on her face, Gu Lianzhou's smile deepened. "As my senior brother knows, if I don't want to, I can cheat, and he won't be able to forcibly pry into my past."
Song Qiling understood.
She had previously witnessed her junior brother's cheating skills at the gambling table; he could indeed do it silently and with astonishing speed.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but marvel at the dodder's abilities.
Not to mention its ability to penetrate everywhere... just flipping the dice in a short instant without making a sound requires a high level of tactile sensitivity, visual acuity, and even explosive power.
After its transformation, the dodder seed indeed became even more powerful.
“By the way, junior brother,” she asked, following her thought, “how did your dodder know the dice roll? Did you touch it or see it?”
Gu Lianzhou replied truthfully, "Both."
He paused slightly, the smile on his face gradually fading, his voice softening, tinged with a hint of probing: "Senior brother, you just saw me as a child... weren't you afraid of my behavior?"
The air suddenly became still.
Song Qiling slowly pursed her lips, and the image of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in her mind surged up again.
Why.
Ultimately, we can't escape this problem...
"It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid." She lowered her eyelashes, thought for a moment, and then looked up at her junior brother. "For a moment, I was indeed frightened, but the young master of the Gu family I just saw was completely different from the junior brother I knew."
"That child who killed chickens like chopping vegetables has clearly lost his consciousness, his eyes are lifeless, like a puppet, so... I'm more inclined to believe that it was my junior brother who lost his own consciousness, rather than the original you."
At this point, she slowly calmed herself down, "So I'm not afraid of you, and I won't distance myself from you because of it."
Song Qiling suddenly raised an eyebrow and curled her lips into a smile: "You don't actually think... that I would be afraid of you when I see you lose your humanity and unleash your beastly nature, do you?"
Gu Lianzhou paused for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "That's not what I meant..."
"That's settled then." Song Qiling waved his hand, decisively dismissing the matter. "If it wasn't what you truly wanted to do, then it wasn't you. Don't dwell on the illusions of the past, Junior Brother. We must look forward."
As she spoke, she reached out the window and gently patted her junior brother's shoulder, her tone becoming lighter, "By the way, I haven't thanked you yet for helping me get past Elder Zhuang. Tonight I'll be the host, and I'll treat you to a good meal at Zuixianlou, how about it?"
Gu Lianzhou glanced at the hand on his shoulder, a hint of ambiguity flashing in his eyes. "Alright, I'll do whatever you say, Senior Brother."
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