Chapter 137 Heavenly Thunder Burns the Body
In his first life, his kneecaps were broken on the grasslands; in his second life, his finger bones were crushed in the Central Plains; in his third life, his sternum was shattered by wolf fangs in the desert…
The pain of nine lifetimes of shattered bones has accumulated over a thousand years.
It's unbelievable that the grassland girl who once rode her horse and shattered the clouds has been transformed into this state.
Her body was confined to a wheelchair, pale and fragile like a glass doll, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
A thousand years of time condensed into a mist in Lu Yao's eyes.
A choked feeling of unspoken apologies lingered in his throat.
Gulinazel was such a proud and unruly person. If she knew the tragedy that was about to happen, would she regret her choice?
She owes them so much.
Through nine lifetimes of reincarnation, she lay in slumber beneath the mountain, while they truly endured nine lifetimes of suffering.
She did not appear until her tenth incarnation, a thousand years later.
"What gives you the right to object?!"
Wang Xiao's scream tore through the stagnant air, "What business is it of yours if my son gets married?"
Lu Yao slowly raised her eyes, and the thousand-year-old mist in her eyes instantly froze into ice.
"With the sword in my hand!"
With a clear shout, the peach wood sword was drawn from its sheath, drawing a silver arc in mid-air.
A chilling sword aura poured forth.
boom!
The crystal chandelier shattered into a shower of stars, the groom's wedding photo was precisely split in two, and the meticulously decorated hall was instantly turned into a mess.
In the chaos, the guests rushed toward the exit like a frightened herd of beasts.
The door slammed shut, crushing any hope of escape.
A ghostly howl suddenly rang out, and a bluish-gray ghostly figure rose from the ground.
As the ghostly aura surged, the air seemed to freeze into ice, and the white mist exhaled condensed into tiny ice crystals in mid-air.
It is the ghost of the groom, Qu Sheng.
"Sheng'er!"
The groom's mother, Wang Xiao, screamed, and a few strands of her carefully styled hair fell out of her bun.
She staggered forward, but passed right through her son's illusory body.
Qu Sheng hovered in the air, his face filled with sorrow, and twisted white bones were revealed beneath his tattered burial shroud.
"Mom, why are you still so stubbornly clinging to your delusions even now?"
"Mom is doing this all for your own good!" Wang Xiao cried hysterically.
Qu Sheng forced an ugly smile: "No, you're just trying to satisfy your own obsession."
When Qu Sheng was three years old, Wang Xiao's marriage fell apart.
From then on, she poured all her heart and soul into the child who looked just like her ex-husband.
In the summer when Qu Sheng turned sixteen, on a humid afternoon, he suddenly found himself unconsciously following the figure of the basketball captain.
The boy leaping to shoot on the court, the sweat dripping from his hair reflecting rainbows in the sunlight, made his heart skip a beat.
He began to hide this secret in his diary.
It wasn't until Wang Xiao was tidying up the room that she pried open the locked diary.
The youthful thoughts and confessions between the pages made Wang Xiao's pupils suddenly contract.
Something colder than the downpour froze in her eyes.
Wang Xiao sent Qu Sheng to a correctional institution called Zhengde Academy.
On the rusty iron gate, the eight large characters "Reshape Personality, Correct Abnormalities" gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
There, Qu Sheng experienced a living hell.
On the cold electric shock chair, the current scorched his temples time and time again, and the instructor's harsh insults mixed with the smell of burning flesh were etched into his bones.
He once pried open a window and escaped in the middle of the night.
The security guard's iron bar slammed into his right leg, the sound of bones breaking was exceptionally crisp.
Later, another child ran out and called the police, and the entire school was raided, which allowed Qu Sheng to be sent home.
After being rescued, the days back home were more agonizing than he had imagined.
The television at home broadcasts obscene images day and night.
Wang Xiao pressed his head down as if possessed: "Do you see clearly now? This is what normal looks like!"
On that final rainy night, when Wang Xiao opened those disgusting videos again, Qu Sheng suddenly walked calmly to the balcony.
He lives on the sixth floor.
During his last three days in the ICU, his consciousness fluctuated between lucidity and confusion.
The curve on the electrocardiogram monitor became flatter and flatter, while Wang Xiao chattered on by the hospital bed about planning his normal life.
Now, he lies in a cold grave, while his mother is still preparing for this absurd wedding.
"Mom," Qu Sheng's voice was resentful, "are you trying to force me to die again?"
Blood and tears streamed from his eyes, and Wang Xiao staggered and fell.
"No, don't kill Mommy, Mommy did all this so you could live a normal life..."
"Normal? Breaking someone's leg with an iron rod is normal? Getting electrocuted to the point of incontinence is normal?"
His bloody tears slid down his pale cheeks, dripping onto Wang Xiao's carefully maintained hands, making a hissing, corrosive sound.
Wang Xiao let out a terrified cry of pain.
Lu Yao's cold gaze swept across the hall like a blade, landing on Wen Lei's parents, Wen Dahai and Jian Yin, who were trembling behind a pillar.
"So, who dares to approve of this marriage?"
"First question: Wen Lei is only sixteen years old and still immature. What right does she have to get married?"
"Second question: If you are morally blackmailed by your parents in the name of repaying a debt of gratitude, and you don't even have the strength to refuse, is that considered voluntary?"
"The third question is for you to ask this aggrieved party if he/she would be willing to be manipulated by his/her own mother again?"
Qu Sheng's ghost hissed, "I refuse!"
As a final question, Lu Yao trampled the "double happiness" character at her feet.
"Fourth question: a living person marrying a ghost? Wang Xiao, Wen Dahai, Jian Yin, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a thunderclap exploded overhead.
Immediately, a bolt of purple lightning cleaved the dome, as if in the wrath of the heavens, illuminating the entire auditorium in a ghastly white light.
The bride, groom, and their parents, whose names were called, looked ashen-faced.
In the blinding flash of lightning, the ugly behavior of the three instigators was laid bare.
"We...we were wrong, Leilei, we won't get married! Mom doesn't want the house anymore, let's go home..."
Jian Yin was terrified that the lightning would strike her head at any moment. Tears streamed down her face as she rushed over to grab Wen Lei's hand.
However, a barrier unfolded in front of Wen Lei, repelling both Jian Yin and Wen Dahai.
Wen Lei paid no attention to the chaos before her, but looked up at the interwoven lightning on the dome, her amber eyes gleaming.
She murmured softly, "So... this is the way of nature."
These well-dressed murderers are nothing more than a bunch of terrified ants in the face of true power.
The lightning finally struck.
Each bolt of lightning seemed to have eyes, striking Wang Xiao, Wen Dahai, and the others with pinpoint accuracy, while leaving the innocent unharmed.
The entire auditorium trembled violently amidst the lightning, yet miraculously it did not collapse.
Amidst the chaos of thunder's lingering power and the cacophony of Devil May Cry, Lu Yao's sleeves fluttered as she gracefully landed in front of Wen Lei's wheelchair.
"Hurry up."
Lu Yao whispered, her arms passing under Wen Lei's knees with a force softer than a feather.
They swept past the chaotic wedding banquet scene, where Wang Xiao was still tearing at her hair in her post-lightning frenzy.
As Lu Yao passed by Qu Sheng's ghost, a talisman flew out from her sleeve and landed firmly on his forehead.
"Go, justice will prevail on the road to the underworld."
Wen Lei stirred in his arms, her slender fingers gripping Lu Yao's clothes.
The girl looked up at the light filtering through the hole in the dome, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, but a long-lost, defiant smile played on her lips.
Lu Yao hugged her tightly as they broke through the broken window of the auditorium and flew into the distance.
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