Chapter 97 Chapter 97 I Love You
The person Sang Ling felt most sorry for was Gou Qiu. In order to prevent her fans from discovering the truth, she left the rest of the things to Gou Qiu. Those music scores and songs almost forced Gou Qiu to remember her, leaving her alone in this sadness.
Sang Ling's guilt showed through her eyes. Gou Qiu almost immediately guessed her thoughts and she finally smiled.
"Even if it weren't so, who could forget you?"
Even without Sang Ling's request, she was destined to be unable to forget Sang Ling in the days to come. How could she forget him? She didn't want to forget him either.
Time goes by very quickly. Even if we want it to go slower, so slow that tomorrow doesn't even come, the seven-day period has finally arrived.
Fu Yan was indeed powerful. After a night, the monks from the Demon Realm seemed to have completely defined the news of Sang Ling's death yesterday as a rumor and immediately threw it out of their minds.
The entire Demon Realm and the entire Nest City were extremely peaceful, as if it was the most ordinary day. The weather was neither hot nor cold, the wind was not strong and there was no rain. It was a very ordinary day in many years. Shops were open as usual, Sang Ling's songs were still playing on the streets, and fans were still gathering to talk about how good Sang Ling was. The gang from the Hall of Evil went outside the Demon Palace again to ask the Demon Lord to punish her. Her name was still in the second place on the wish list, and it was still Fu Nian's face.
Such an ordinary day.
Sang Ling was thinking that it would be nice to die on such an ordinary day, to go away peacefully without having to think about anything.
Last night Shengsheng insisted on sleeping with Sang Ling. Sang Ling hadn't slept for a long time since she came to the world of immortal cultivation. After a good night's sleep, it seemed as if all her negative emotions disappeared and she felt refreshed. She hugged Shengsheng, but still felt reluctant to leave the world of immortal cultivation.
She had not been in the world of immortal cultivation for long, but there were many people she was reluctant to leave, so it was very painful for her to leave.
I don’t know whether she will return to her original world after her death. In fact, she also misses her fans in the modern world. It would be good if she could go back, but the probability is probably low.
Sang Ling's fingertips moved, and she looked down. Shengsheng had woken up and was nestling in her arms, looking up at her, not wanting to miss a single glance.
Sang Ling couldn't help but smile, touched her face and said, "Shengsheng, I'm a little hungry, but I don't want to get out of bed. Can you help me get some snacks?"
Shengsheng jumped up, got out of bed and ran out in a hurry.
"Sister, wait for me, I'll be back soon!"
She ran out with her short legs, very fast, for fear that Sang Ling would be hungry.
After Sheng Sheng got off the bed, Sang Ling took her hands out of the quilt. She tried to move her fingertips, but there was no tremor. She began to stiffen, probably because the death countdown of Fu Nian's Ten Directions Curse had expired.
She looked up at Shengsheng who had just run out the door, smiled, sat up, and waved her other hand, which was not yet stiff, and the door closed in an instant.
Sheng Sheng's eyes widened when he ran out the door. Gou Qiu and Ao Ze were standing outside the door, neither saying a word nor moving forward. They just stood there.
She immediately realized something was wrong and wanted to run back, but then she heard the door open.
The door was closed.
Shengsheng immediately leaned against the door, trying hard to hold back her tears, "Sister, sister, Shengsheng is here to get the food, let Shengsheng in."
The door didn't open. She knocked on it desperately, but it was tightly closed.
Gou Qiu couldn't bear it and called her, "Shengsheng, come here."
Shengsheng turned around, her face full of tears. She couldn't even speak clearly at this moment, "Sister... Sister..."
Even Shengsheng has guessed what is happening inside the sect.
Gou Qiu called her again, and Sheng Sheng threw herself into Gou Qiu's arms, crying and unable to say anything.
Ao Ze looked at the closed door, then shifted his gaze to Sheng Sheng. He slowly raised his hand and took something from the tip of Sheng Sheng's hair, an ice-blue scale.
His heart-protecting scales.
Sheng Sheng was also watching, and she didn't even know when Sang Ling put the heart-protecting scale on her and brought it out.
Ao Ze held the heart-protecting scale in his hand. In the end, Sang Ling still refused to take his heart-protecting scale.
He hated his own powerlessness, and also hated the fact that at this moment he realized that he really and completely admired Sang Ling.
There was no sound inside the closed door, but Gou Qiu still covered Sheng Sheng's eyes.
Sang Ling didn't want them to see her death. This was her last wish.
Time passed quietly, and Sang Ling's entire arm had become completely stiff.
It was the feeling of death approaching, and it was quite uncomfortable. There was indeed a revolving door before death. She even recalled things that happened a long, long time ago.
She stood up, her stiff arms hanging at her sides, and sat down at the table. She poured herself a cup of tea. The cup was shaking when it came to her lips, and she took a sip with some effort.
Fu Yan's Ten Directions Curse was truly sinister, making her slowly feel the taste of death, and even the pain of death was doubled.
It was very painful, a pain that Sang Ling had never felt before.
She wanted to scream, but she knew Shengsheng and the others were outside the door, so she had to hold it in.
A cup of tea did not relieve the pain, but at least she drank a cup of tea before she died.
After drinking the tea, Sang Ling sat back on the bed. After all, it would not be very elegant to lie directly on the ground when he died. Lying on the bed would look more peaceful and calm. It would not be so uncomfortable for Gou Qiu and the others to see him.
Sang Ling was glad that there was no one in the room. She was in so much pain at the moment that she couldn't even speak complete sentences. It was good that there was no one in the room.
But Sang Ling's relief was broken the next second. The next second, a person suddenly appeared in front of the table in the room.
It is Fu Yan.
He sat down at the table, made himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly, using the same teacup that Sang Ling had used just now.
Sang Ling glanced at him and ignored him. She guessed that Fu Wei would come over. How could a hunter of dying prey not come to see it?
Sang Ling closed her eyes, not really wanting to see Fu Yan.
Fu Yan finally finished a cup of tea slowly. He stood up and looked down at Sang Ling who had her eyes closed.
"how?"
Sang Ling still knew Fu Yan a little bit, and realized that he was asking what his Ten Directions Mantra felt like. What kind of taste did he have? Apart from pain and death, he could not feel anything, so she was unable to give Fu Yan an evaluation.
Just like her eyes were closed, her mouth was also tightly closed.
When the eyes cannot see, the ears become very sensitive. Sang Ling clearly heard Fu Wei's laughter, and then an irresistible force opened her vision, and the light shone over her, and she inevitably saw Fu Wei.
He would never let her go until his death.
Sang Ling felt that everything was boring, and even had no emotions when looking at Fu Yan. It was clear that the person in front of her was the culprit of her death.
She replied calmly, satisfying Fu Yan's wish:
"It hurts, it's not very comfortable."
It is talking about the feeling of the Ten Directions Mantra.
Now that she had spoken, Sang Ling also wanted to ask Fu Yan, so she asked:
"How long will it take before I die?"
It is painful to slowly wait for death to come, just like when her original body died alone in the Ghost Abyss, but before she died, there was a Fu Niang in front of her, which made the countdown to death even more painful. It is better for this pain to end sooner.
She originally thought that Fu Yan would have only two reactions: one was to tell her the answer and then watch her spend the last moments in agony; the other was not to tell her the answer and watch her fall into a state of bewildered waiting. Unexpectedly, Fu Yan's reactions were neither of the above two.
His reaction was a little strange and he repeated the same words to her.
"I'll give you two choices."
Not sure if it was death that had come, but Sang Ling saw some phantoms in front of her eyes. She couldn't see Fu Yan's expression clearly at the moment, but she felt that his whole body exuded contradictions.
She didn't even want to pay attention to him.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yan didn't seem to care about her reaction and continued to talk:
"The first option is to fake your death and survive. Your fans will think your death has something to do with them."
"The second option is still death."
Sang Ling finally looked her in the face. She didn't understand why he asked her to choose the same option a second time. Did he think that she would be so scared that she would change her mind when death was approaching?
Her hands were completely stiff and unable to move. The stiffness spread to her chest, and she didn't know if she would die immediately when it reached her heart.
Sang Ling answered Fu Wei's boring questions with silence.
She didn't say anything, she had already told him her answer.
She thought Fu Yan would know the answer to her silence, but unexpectedly, Fu Yan, who was watching her embarrassed appearance calmly, suddenly lowered his brows, pinched her cheeks with his bony hands, and spoke in an aggressive and urgent tone.
"answer!"
His suddenness even made Sang Ling forget that she was going to die. She frowned and answered him in a very unfriendly tone: "Didn't I tell you that I choose the second option?"
Afraid that he didn't understand, she said it again, "I choose to die. Do you understand?"
Sang Ling felt the hands on her cheeks tremble twice, and the strength gradually slowed down, but they refused to move away.
She looked down at Fu Yan's hand in confusion, and suddenly found that her vision was becoming increasingly blurry. It seemed that the Ten Directions Mantra brought not only stiffness, but also blindness.
She couldn't see, so she could only hear sounds. Fu Yan's breathing was infinitely amplified beside her ears, rapid and intermittent.
"It's really stupid."
Sang Ling twitched her lips. She didn't care about anything at the moment of death. This level of insults couldn't arouse any emotion in her. Even if she was blind, she couldn't see Fu Yan's expression, which was good.
Although she lost her vision, her sense of touch became more sensitive. The cold hand on her jaw slowly stroked it, and then gradually climbed up to her eyes to trace them. Fu Yan must have known that she could not see.
She wanted to shake off Fu Yan's hand, but he held her firmly. Since she was going to die anyway, Sang Ling struggled a few times and then gave up.
Then she heard Fu Yan's evaluation of her.
"Stupid."
Sang Ling continued to remain silent. Anyway, he had cursed enough and would stop.
Fu Yan continued:
"After you die, I will tell you the truth about your fans."
Sang Ling brushed Fu Yan's hand away and finally responded.
"How dare you!"
Fu Wei laughed, a playful laugh that Sang Ling was familiar with.
"Why don't I dare?"
Sang Ling's chest rose and fell violently, and there was a buzzing in her ears. She didn't know whether it was because of impending death or because she was too emotional. She slowed down and said:
"Master Demon, you promised me."
She wanted to hold back her tears, but she couldn't and they fell.
She couldn't help thinking about her fans' reactions after her death. She felt death so clearly coming. It cost her a lot, but in the end she didn't even have a chance to choose.
She was about to die, but Fu Wei still wouldn't let her go. He wouldn't let her die peacefully even in death. Sang Ling thought, maybe Fu Wei really hated her. What kind of hatred did he have?
In the darkness, a pair of hands colder than her tears wiped away her tears. When touched, Sang Ling trembled uncontrollably with anger, hatred and fear.
Driven by all her emotions, she grabbed Fu Yan's hand and held it tightly, her hands shaking violently.
"Fu Yan, swear you won't!"
Fu Ying held her hand back. In her panic, Sang Ling actually felt a sense of cherishment. All her perceptions were focused on Fu Ying. She heard Fu Ying say:
"Say you're wrong."
Sang Ling almost didn't think about it and immediately said, "I was wrong. I was really wrong."
She didn't know what she did wrong, maybe existence was a mistake.
The only answer she got was silence. Fu Yan fell into a long silence. Only the pair of hands clasping Sang Ling could make her feel Fu Yan's presence.
After a long silence, Sang Ling heard Fu Wei's chuckle and his words,
"How can you know your mistake?"
Sang Ling panicked and wanted to explain.
Her explanation was interrupted by Fu Yan's action. He clasped her hand, and the next second, something was put on her wrist.
The blood symbol above her chest suddenly became red hot and melted at a speed that could be felt. Her stiff hands were able to move, and then her eyes. The light came back. The moment she opened her eyes, Sang Ling saw Fu Yan looking down at her.
Looking at her with an extremely serious yet inexplicably gentle gaze, Sang Ling was unable to investigate his abnormality. Her eyes fell on the wrist that was held by Fu Wei.
On her wrist she wore an object that she was very familiar with—the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet.
Sang Ling immediately became anxious, broke free from Fu Yan's hand, and tried to pull off the Taichu Life and Death Bracelet.
She still remembered the two choices Fu Yan gave her.
"I don't want to fake my death."
She doesn't want to choose one.
Fu Yingfu grabbed her hand and pressed it down to make her calm down.
"You have no choice, your only choice is to live."
Sang Ling's eyes turned red with anger. She glared at Fu Wei, "I don't have any choice in front of you, but I can at least choose my own death."
Yes, at least death was something she could choose.
Fu Yan sighed, as if a little helpless, "You don't have to choose, you can live forever, or you can always be your idol in the demon world."
Sang Ling was silent, "What do you mean?"
Fu Yan lowered his head and looked at her, still holding her hand, "That's a good idea, Sang Ling, the game is over."
Sang Ling looked at him and once again understood Fu Yan's meaning.
Fu Ying was telling her that the game of hunter and prey was over and she could live, live freely and happily.
Sang Ling was a little dazed. The feeling of the blood talisman melting continued to come to her, so quickly, as if she was really running free.
But her first reaction was still disbelief.
"Why?"
Why did Fu Ying change his mind when she was about to die? Why was the ending so unexpected, unreal and unbelievable?
Everything is just a sentence from Fu Wei, and there is no credible reason for this sentence.
While she was lost in thought, Fu Ying had already pulled down her collar without any hesitation, revealing the blood talisman that was about to melt away. So many things had happened that Sang Ling didn't even know how to react at this moment. She just watched the blood talisman on her body melt away in silence with Fu Ying.
The blood talisman was divided into eight branches, which melted at an extremely fast speed. After a while, only the last one was left. The last one inexplicably looked like a sharp sword. It melted the tip of the sword, the body of the sword, and even to the hilt, and then stopped moving.
The human will she had obtained now was still not enough to completely dissolve all the blood talismans.
Sang Ling pulled up her clothes and her confused emotions calmed down. She asked Fu Yan again.
"Why?"
This is a strange development why.
Why did the hunter end the game on his own initiative? Was it to start a new game, or was it because he really lost interest in the game, or was it because he felt mercy and let the prey go?
Sang Ling believed that the most likely result would be Fu Yun's remaining compassion.
She was eager to know the answer and put everything to rest, so she asked Fu Yan directly.
"Do you pity me?"
Fu Wei raised his eyebrows, looked down at her, and his eyes never left her for a moment.
"Pity you?"
Sang Ling nodded. This was the most likely answer and the one that made her feel most at ease. So without waiting for Fu Wei to give a positive answer, she made her decision first.
"Yes, you pity me."
What responded to her was a faint laugh and a pair of gloomy brows.
"No, I am pleased with you."
He spoke discontinuously, saying it once and repeating it again.
"I am pleased with you."
This sentence is very fluent, complete, and extremely affirmative.
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