Chapter 150 Chapter 150 "Then why didn't they come...
"Then why didn't they come? Don't they know that the person died here? They must not know that you killed him? Why does it seem like there is no movement? Are you lying to me?" Li Qinglian's face turned pale with fright when he heard Li Hanshuang's words. He suddenly became alert, looked around, and asked nervously like a machine gun.
"They didn't come. Maybe they find the news unbelievable and are in a trance. This also needs time to confirm." Li Hanshuang wiped the sword in his hand clean.
He sheathed his sword, stood up, and said with a sigh, "It will come in a while. But you don't have to worry too much, because a large number of demons died on the Demon Island before, and there are not many left. Those demons are related to Li Baili."
"You mean that the monsters that grew later would not know about Li Baili's death because of their close connection, and could only wait for notification?" Li Qinglian asked hurriedly as if he had suddenly caught a ray of light in the darkness.
"Yes." Li Hanshuang nodded.
"But this is actually of no use." Li Qinglian thought about it and became discouraged again. With a dejected look on his face, he sat aside and said.
Li Hanshuang walked towards Li Baihe's body: "You can also contact Penglai. The people in Penglai will cooperate with you."
"What if they don't cooperate?" Li Qinglian didn't have much hope for this and looked up at Li Hanshuang and asked.
Li Hanshuang picked up Li Baili's body and said expressionlessly, "Then you'll have to pray for the best."
Li Qinglian lowered her head and covered her face, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
Li Hanshuang passed by him holding Li Baili's body, and said calmly, "You must be joking. They will cooperate with you. If they don't want to, just say it was my order."
"Where are you going?" Li Qinglian suddenly reacted, stood up, looked at his back, and asked in panic.
"Find a place to dispose of Li Baili's body." Li Hanshuang walked away without looking back. Only the voice of reply came faintly from the darkness.
Li Qinglian shuddered, feeling like a scholar who encountered a ghost in the middle of the night, but there was nothing he could do. He frowned and wanted to say something, but he could no longer see Li Hanshuang.
He could only sigh and sit down beside him.
After a while, Changsheng, who was in a panic, ran over from a distance.
His face was red, as if he had been running for a while, and his eyes were red with tears, as if he had cried halfway, but didn't want to waste time crying, so he wiped his tears and continued running.
He saw Li Qinglian sitting here alone, not knowing what had happened. He suddenly panicked and rushed over, grabbed Li Qinglian and asked, "Why are you here alone?"
As he was talking, Changsheng smelled the blood around him. He looked down and saw the blood all over the ground. He was shocked and almost jumped up. He couldn't help but hold Li Qinglian tightly and asked again: "What on earth is going on?"
Li Qinglian was held by Changsheng's hand, and felt that Changsheng's hand was cold and stiff, unable to move freely, just like a corpse that had just come back to life. He frowned and replied, "Li Hanshuang killed Li Baili, Li Baili is dead."
He summed up the whole thing with great precision and succinctness.
This caused the impact of this sentence to be extremely strong for Changsheng, as if he was suddenly hit by a burning asteroid. Changsheng let go of his hand and staggered back.
He almost fell to the ground. Li Qinglian came to her senses and supported him. He had no strength left and could not stand up, so he slowly slid down, knelt on the ground, and pulled Li Qinglian.
Li Qinglian tried to pick him up, but Changsheng was as slippery as a water snake and could not be lifted up at all. Li Qinglian could only frown and say, "The ground is dirty, get up quickly! If you can't help, sit next to me!"
Changsheng looked up at Li Qinglian, tears rolling out of his eyes and falling down. His expression was already very painful, but his eyes were blank, even with a hint of secret expectation, as if he didn't feel at all that the tears were sliding down his face.
Li Qinglian looked at Changsheng like this and was silent for a moment, unable to say anything.
Changsheng was holding Li Qinglian tightly, and the strength in his hands was unexpectedly great, like two pliers just picked up from the snow. He grabbed Li Qinglian and asked in a trembling and choking voice: "Are you kidding? Were you kidding just now?"
He almost burst into tears, but tried hard to hold it back, his voice becoming even more unclear: "Li Baili is not dead, right?"
Li Qinglian shook her head slowly, not wanting to see the expression on his face, nor to hit him again. However, she knew very well that if she didn't make him face the truth now, he might do something unpredictable. After a long silence, she slowly opened her mouth and said in an unquestionable and decisive tone: "It's true, I'm not kidding, he's dead."
Changsheng immediately shook his hand off, went crazy, and climbed up from the ground using all four limbs. His face was as pale as an ice sculpture, and he gnashed his teeth and shouted, "Impossible! He is much stronger than me! Even if he died of old age, it was still early! How could he die suddenly? He was standing with Li Hanshuang during the day! Li Hanshuang had such a good relationship with him! How could he kill him? What evidence do you have?"
Li Qinglian sighed and said, "Isn't this blood enough as evidence? Can you tell who this belongs to?"
Changsheng laughed: "It's just a little blood. Maybe they got hurt accidentally during the sparring! Maybe they accidentally spilled their drinks! I don't believe it!"
His voice suddenly choked again: "I don't believe it, Li Baili is dead!"
Li Qinglian shook his head: "I saw Li Baili's body with my own eyes, and Li Hanshuang admitted that he killed Li Baili. How could this be false?"
Changsheng frowned tightly, his face turned red and white, like a rag doll rolled in the mud, looking extremely embarrassed, and couldn't help shouting: "Why did he do this?"
Before he finished speaking, tears welled up on Changsheng's face again.
Li Qinglian was silent for a long time before she said, "I don't know either."
He sneered, breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling, his voice a little hoarse: "That's fake! If he's alive, you have to see him in person. If he's dead, you have to see his body. If there's no body, then he's alive!"
Li Qinglian was shocked when she smelled the blood, and was shocked again when she saw Li Baili's body.
After suffering a triple shock when hearing Li Hanshuang admit in person that he killed Li Baili, and now suffering from Changsheng's emotional shock, Li Qinglian has become very calm.
He looked at Changsheng, as if trying to find out something from his face, and asked in confusion: "Come to think of it, I still don't know how you suddenly appeared here? I remember you fell asleep before."
When Changsheng heard him mention this, a miserable and sad smile appeared on his face. He took two steps back, like a ghost driven back by the sun. His voice was calm but trembling a little: "I was originally asleep, but I had a nightmare and woke up."
"What dream?" Li Qinglian asked.
Changsheng took a deep breath and managed to maintain a calm voice: "I dreamed that Li Baili died, right in front of me. I didn't know who killed her, but the sword was in my hand. I was terrified."
"So you woke up and wanted to find Li Baili?" Li Qinglian asked.
"Yes." Changsheng admitted calmly, "I came here to look for Li Baili, but unfortunately I didn't find him."
"My condolences." Li Qinglian looked at him and could only say.
Changsheng shook his head: "If you haven't seen the body, then he is not dead. Don't say such things in front of me."
"Okay," Li Qinglian sighed, knowing that he would not be willing to accept the fact for a while, and not wanting to argue with him, she said, "But you can't stop others. If you want to rest, you can go back to your room."
"I really need to rest," Changsheng muttered to himself, "Maybe when I wake up, I will find that this is just a dream, because Li Baili is still alive."
He smiled very sweetly. Li Qinglian felt creepy and wanted to persuade him not to be too obsessed with a dead person, but then she thought, she had already said what she needed to say, and there was nothing she could do if he didn't believe it.
What's more, he may not necessarily not believe it, but just don't want to believe it. If that's the case, why should we forcibly pull him out of the dream and tell him that what is in front of him is reality?
That's just too cruel.
Li Qinglian sighed.
Changsheng seemed to be attracted by the sigh, like a bee attracted by flowers. He looked up at Li Qinglian and said to him gently, "If Li Hanshuang comes back, remember to tell me. I have something to talk to him about."
Li Qinglian nodded, goose bumps all over her body, and calmed down and replied, "I will."
Changsheng smiled at him and said politely: "Thank you!"
Li Qinglian waved her hand: "You're welcome."
It was at this time that Li Qinglian discovered that there were red marks on her hands from being pinched by Changsheng. It was conceivable how much strength Changsheng had used when he was so excited.
Li Qinglian sighed.
Changsheng has left quietly like a ghost.
When Li Qinglian came to his senses, the entire pavilion was already surrounded by demons. They stood outside with expressionless faces, surrounding the place as if they were surrounding an enemy.
Li Qinglian was shocked when she saw them.
Changsheng could be pinched into red when he was excited. If all the demons came up and pinched him, he would probably be turned into minced meat paste. He quickly said, "Don't get too excited!"
The demons looked at him.
A demon's voice came from the demons. The surroundings were pitch black. All the demons stared at Li Qinglian, as if they had said that sentence together. They were surprisingly calm and composed: "Please tell us what happened."
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