The monk picked up Xue Huan and walked quickly towards a big tree, obviously wanting to take the opportunity to do something bad to her. Xue Huan closed her eyes tightly, as if she had no resistance and could only let him do it.
At this moment, the monk's body suddenly stiffened.
Xue Huan's hand passed through his chest, and she took out a still hot and beating heart.
The monk looked down in disbelief and collapsed with a thud. Xue Huan, whom he was holding, also fell to the ground.
For cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage, the death of the body is not the end of life, but the soul is.
The moment the body fell, the monk's soul separated from the body and was about to flee far away.
Xue Huan crushed the heart in her hand, and without bothering to wipe the blood off her face, she shot a cluster of fire at his soul with an expressionless face.
The flame was white and looked very weak, but once it landed on the monk's soul, it was like charcoal falling into a pile of snow, quickly melting it.
The monk's soul let out a heart-piercing scream and begged Xue Huan for mercy.
Xue Huan remained indifferent and watched with extreme apathy until the cultivator's soul completely dissolved. She could no longer hold on and fell down, turning back into her original form.
In her current state, if she maintains her human form, the consequences will be unimaginable. Of course, dragon form is not much better. Although she can avoid being insulted, if someone happens to pass by and finds her, she will probably have to reincarnate again.
She didn't seem to be afraid of death, but it was a pity that she couldn't avenge Aunt Lin, and she herself was consumed by desire. It was such a miserable way to die.
If she didn't even have the strength to commit suicide now, she really didn't want to experience this kind of death.
While she was drowsy, she felt someone walking towards her.
Who is coming this time?
"How pitiful." She heard the man say.
Pei Ji? No, although the voice was similar, the man's tone of voice was completely different from Pei Ji's. Although he spoke pitifully, his tone was cold and indifferent, as if a spectator was sighing at a tragic scene on the stage.
With a feeling of being aloof and superior.
Xue Huan felt a surge of anger in her heart. "Pity you, damn it! I don't need your pity! Get out of here right now! Get as far away as you can!"
However, the man did not leave, and he chuckled. Then she felt her body lighten, and she was actually picked up by him.
Xue Huan wanted to knock him away with one punch, but in fact she didn't have any strength at all.
Where did he want to take her? What would he do with her?
Wait, she suddenly realized something. She was in her original form now, right? He could actually pick her up?
A finger pressed against her head, and a cool feeling passed from the finger to her brain. She felt her drowsy thoughts suddenly became clear, and the impulse in her body disappeared!
Is this person...helping her?
"Remember my name, Yuan Xi."
When Xue Huan woke up, she found herself lying on the grass beside a lake. There was a barrier around her to protect her.
It was already dark, the starry sky was shining, the lake was shimmering, and a group of fireflies were living among the water plants by the lake.
Everything seems dreamy and charming.
Xue Huan was stunned for a moment, remembering what happened during the day. She turned into a human form and looked at her wrist. The pink jade bracelet was gone.
Was it the man named Yuan Xi who helped her remove it?
Who is he and why is he helping her?
She tried to enter the space, and this time it worked again.
Then why couldn't she enter before? The space was bound to her soul, so as long as her soul was immortal, she could enter at any time.
Xue Huan racked her brains but couldn't figure it out, so she simply put the problem aside for the time being. She walked out of the barrier, returned to the place where Aunt Lin had blown herself up, and buried her broken body.
Aunt Lin is a Ganoderma spirit, and she returned to her original form after death. I wonder if these broken roots can grow back if I plant them.
Whether there is hope or not, she will try.
Xue Huan brought the broken remains of Ganoderma lucidum into the space and planted the roots.
When she came out, she suddenly remembered the man she had killed. She was completely exhausted after killing him and had no time to remove his mask to see his true face.
Fortunately, his body was still there.
Xue Huan walked over and took off his mask. The moment she saw his face, her mind was stunned. Isn't this——
Who was it? A name popped into my head, but I just couldn't remember it.
Some fragments of memories flashed through his mind, including talking with this man, eating at the same table with him... The man in his memory was definitely not a monk, but just an ordinary person who liked to do business!
Xue Huan closed her eyes and stood there for a long time, so long that her clothes were a little wet in the night fog.
At a certain moment, her eyelashes trembled violently, and it was obvious that she was very uneasy.
So that's it! This tribulation, this dragon clan, it's all fake!
When she opened her eyes again, all the doubt and confusion in them had faded away. She looked up at the night sky, and suddenly a chilling smile appeared on her face.
In mid-air, the tentacle monster felt that her smile seemed to be directed at him. Could it be that she saw through him?
Xue Huan stepped on the clouds and disappeared into the night.
When he reappeared, he was already above the imperial capital.
She wandered around as if aimlessly, but her eyes scanned the shops and passers-by accurately, not missing anyone's appearance and not letting go of any details.
After sweeping one street, she moved on to the next, as if she wanted to memorize the entire imperial capital.
While she was doing this, the tentacle monster felt deep pressure. Since it wanted to collect Xue Huan's negative emotions, the illusion naturally revolved around her. She was the center of this world, and those characters, scenes, and events all existed because of her.
Everything it did was designed to bring out her negative emotions.
However, it takes a lot of energy to weave a complete, detailed and realistic illusion, so it took a lazy approach and only constructed the scenes around her, so that what she saw, heard and experienced would be enough to confuse her and make her believe that this was a real world.
As for the parts she couldn't see, he just muddled them up. Characters and scenes were copied and pasted directly. The expressions didn't need to be vivid, and the details didn't need to be realistic, since she couldn't see them anyway.
When she did not doubt the reality of this world, she naturally would not pay special attention to the passers-by who passed by her.
But now, she had doubts. She walked through each place and wrote down the faces of those people one by one.
The tentacle monster can only keep replacing those fake background tool people and input a large amount of spiritual power to make the illusion more realistic.
After going around like this, it was exhausted.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
