55 Born in a different bed
"Ghost music begins, funeral rites are sung, and paper money dyed with mud covers the vermilion corridors."
"Blood-stained silk, broken door lintel, funeral before even reaching old age!"
The bright phantom tail disappeared in an instant, and countless puppets with familiar faces surrounded it. They had smiles on their faces, and it seemed that their mouths were about to be stretched to the roots.
The lyrics still echoed with the cold wind:
"A red veil, a white tablet, and after worshipping in the hall, one must be named."
Hua Lang couldn't bear to listen any longer. Her whole body went cold as she stared intently at the gradually spreading crimson. The two characters "Cangluan" on the sword were finally soaked in blood...
She seemed to have been misled all along...
If the first and second illusions were meant to lure her into the third illusion, then is it possible that 001, who "saved" her in the first illusion, was also born from an illusion?
[Host, what are you thinking about? Haha ...]
"Hand in hand, sleeping in the coffin, sharing the same bed in life and the same blood in death!"
Two sounds overlapped, as if something had finally snapped together.
She never really broke free from the illusion!
Strands of dark blood dripped down the sword, disappearing into the ground with an inaudible "tick-tick" sound.
Every word of the lyrics was like a heavy hammer, and Hua Lang's thoughts became extremely confused. She wanted to draw back the sword, but Xie Hanjing stretched out his hand, and the hot blood and his icy fingertips covered her at the same time.
Hua Lang opened his mouth to explain, but Xie Hanjing spoke first, his voice soft and urgent. He was swaying like a wet paper lantern that could be blown apart by the wind at any moment.
"...Master, are you still angry with your disciple?"
Xie Hanjing used his five fingers to grab hold of Hua Lang's hand as he tried to pull it away, and directly pulled out most of the sword!
Hua Lang's pupils suddenly shrank, and scarlet blood instantly dripped into lines, winding down along the two people's clasped hands, forming a large pool of blood on the ground.
"No, you can't pull the sword out!"
But he still did not stop. A stream of spiritual energy came out from his palm and quickly passed over the back of Hua Lang's hand. Then the sword body hummed, and the remaining sword body was completely broken into Xie Hanjing's body.
"Ahem... no time."
Hua Lang clearly saw a trace of blood oozing from his lips, but Xie Hanjing just paused slightly.
The puppet had already pounced over. He held Hua Lang's hand and slid it down along Hua Lang's forearm, using Hua Lang's wrist strength to swing a sword.
After nine years of trials and tribulations, he has been able to gain a firm foothold and his strength is far superior to before.
Even though the sword was not strong enough, the puppet was still broken like a thin thread where the sword energy reached it, and the surface shattered like a thin scroll of paper.
Hua Lang supported Xie Hanjing and turned to look. These dolls did not contain nightmare monsters as in the previous illusion, but were the disciples of Cangluan and Yunfu who had fallen into the illusion with Hua Lang!
Behind these disciples, there was a dark blue, wriggling thing that looked like tentacles. Their faces were pale and they all stared at Hua Lang with their eyes wide open. But if you looked closely, you could see that their pupils had already dilated!
Hua Lang wanted to take a closer look, but the puppet had already repaired the damage on its own. After staggering to its feet, it pounced towards them again.
Hua Lang's fingertips holding the sword paused slightly. If he didn't go out, Xie Hanjing would definitely die here, but these dolls all contained living people.
Moreover, if I kill these disciples, can I really get out...
[Host, kill them, they have already been controlled! ]
“Ka-ka-ka…”
【! 】
As Xie Hanjing passed the spiritual energy out, Hua Lang turned the sword and pointed it at the empty sky.
The sword energy did not miss the target, but seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, creating layers of ripples, and even the transparent air was rippling like water waves!
“Crack, crack, crack!”
A strange sound suddenly exploded, and at the same time, ripples rose and fell like the tide, and finally shattered as if they could not hold on any longer, revealing the outline of a broken, huge doll.
The old woman's body seemed to be stretched to the extreme, and the wounds were as dense as if the folds of skin had been broken open. In the largest wound, located in the chest cavity, an insect head covered with flesh rings was twisting wildly, and its smelly mouthparts were opening and closing rapidly. The tips of the swinging tentacles were like eyeballs, and when they collided with each other, a crisp sound that made one's teeth ache!
Hua Lang never dreamed that the one monitoring him would be such a monster without even a human form!
What was even more terrifying was that the ground began to shake slightly. Hua Lang looked at the puppets around him that had stopped attacking, and finally understood a terrible fact - the place where they were standing now was part of the body of this giant insect, and the tentacles that controlled the puppets were also part of this insect!
Sure enough, the ground began to wriggle, and the sand and illusions faded away, revealing a black-green and swollen insect body covered with tiny scales!
The overwhelming tentacles suddenly waved, wrapping around the insect head for protection in an instant, and the remaining tentacles and the puppet rushed towards Hua Lang and Xie Hanjing.
Hua Lang understood instantly that as long as the insect head was not broken, the puppet could be repaired infinitely, and then everyone would be buried here!
But now, Xie Hanjing and I, combined, might not be able to defeat this strange insect. It was strange, a monster without a humanoid form, so why would it set up this triple illusion specifically targeting her? The other disciples who fell into the illusion were controlled by these tentacles, while Xie Hanjing and I were like two black ants in a porcelain bowl, with the real person behind the scenes gradually adding water to the bowl, toying with us.
Could this person know her and Xie Hanjing?
Illusion... Nightmare...
She knew who it was!
Hua Lang's mind instantly became clear. She deliberately turned her gaze back to the place where the subtle "click..." sound was coming from, and lightly tapped the sword with her fingertips.
The puppet was within reach. She located the insect's head and just as she raised her hand, Xie Hanjing suddenly fell towards her!
His chin hit Hua Lang's shoulder, and Hua Lang's bones were hurt. Although Xie Hanjing's face was pressed against her neck, Hua Lang could not feel even a breath!
This realization was too terrifying. Hua Lang instantly lost interest in the fight. She turned sideways in panic, trying to support the sliding Xie Hanjing, but she couldn't hold him up at all. She had never thought a person could be so heavy, so heavy that she couldn't hold the sliding body and could only fall to the ground with him.
"Xie Hanjing? Wake up!" She reached out and pressed on his chest, and her palm touched something hot and wet.
The plan in her mind instantly vanished. She panicked and felt Xie Hanjing's pulse, and wanted to cover the wound that was still bleeding. The half-broken sword on the wound cut her palm, but the pain became dull at this moment.
The hero can't die...
But she had no spiritual energy, so no matter what she did, it was all in vain.
Xie Hanjing was still lying quietly on her lap, without a trace of pain on his face. Their wedding gowns were entangled, and it was impossible to tell the difference between red and blood. If he hadn't stopped breathing, he would have looked like he was asleep.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but the waving tentacles finally arrived in front of him. They sucked Hua Lang mercilessly, and he felt as if all his strength was drained away. Hua Lang's fingers loosened powerlessly, and the broken sword that was propped up on the ground fell to the ground with a clang.
Everything is settled.
The black figure finally revealed itself slowly, stepping on its tentacles and feet.
Now that everyone was controlled by the Qianyuan Gu, she boldly walked over to Hua Lang. She first glanced at Xie Hanjing, who was lying on Hua Lang's knees, then sighed and said, "If you had followed me back then, I would never have been as cruel as this woman and killed you. It's such a shame to lose your face."
Hua Lang's expression changed slightly, "The illusion here is indeed created by you!"
The enchantress clasped her hands together and said with a sweet smile, "How can you blame me? You came to me on your own initiative. I saw him standing indifferently outside the illusion, so I kindly helped you to bring him in so that you can avenge your betrayal. If you can't bear to let him go, wait until the Qianyuan Gu has drained your spiritual veins, then you can go to the Forgotten River to accompany him~"
As the most important spiritual veins for cultivators were drained, Hua Lang's voice grew weaker. "...What about those disciples...? What did you do to them?"
Mei Yao leaned in to listen to Hua Lang's last words. After hearing the content clearly, she curled her lips in boredom, "Of course, just like you, you became the nourishment of my precious Gu worm. If it weren't for them, Qianyuan Gu probably wouldn't have grown so big~"
At this point, the charm demon held up her chin and muttered to herself, "You two have good looks. Let Qianyuan Gu use your faces to deceive more stupid people—"
Before she could finish her words, the broken sword had already pierced her chest firmly.
The demon looked at Xie Hanjing in disbelief, "Impossible... You're clearly dead... I know, you're not... uh!"
Xie Hanjing didn't hesitate at all. He turned the sword and completely severed the lifeblood of the demon. After doing all this, he fell backwards.
Hua Lang changed his weak expression, immediately stood up and grabbed him.
"Xie Hanjing, Xie Hanjing..."
She called his name in fear until Xie Hanjing responded to her gently. Only then did Hua Lang feel slightly relieved and she looked at Mei Yao again.
"Impossible, you, why?" Mei Yao's mouth was covered with blood and her voice became unclear, but Hua Lang knew what she wanted to ask.
A trace of water appeared around her body, and the tentacle was attached to the virtual image of the sand city.
"Even before you showed up, I guessed that you were the owner of this insect beast. You wanted to see me kill Xie Hanjing with my own hands, but you didn't dare to show up. It must be that you haven't broken through to the Heavenly Stage yet, and your strength is no match for the two of us."
The demon's chest rose and fell as if she was struggling, and her voice became lower. "...You actually deceived me..."
Turning his gaze away from the gradually disoriented demon, Hua Lang said softly, "I'm just setting a trap with my own body. You underestimated the enemy."
That being said, Hua Lang hadn't had any hope of winning at the beginning. Trapped in a fantasy world, she could only hint to Xie Hanjing the fingering pattern of the flute music she had played during the initiation trial, when she faced the demon.
But she had no idea whether Xie Hanjing would understand. When Xie Hanjing fell, she just felt that she would probably be buried here with him.
The puppets and tentacles peeled off like bamboo shoots, and the young faces that had once been young fell limply to the ground.
"Ahem, Master... let's go!"
The demon demon died, and the Qianyuan Gu lost its master and began to riot. A dark forest appeared in the distance, and as the illusion faded, the dark forest rushed towards the two of them.
It’s Guiyuan. As long as Xie Hanjing returns to Guiyuan and finds the immortal cultivator, he will be saved!
Hua Lang no longer hesitated. Staying here to collect the corpses would only lead to more trouble.
Having tasted the bitter fruit of being lenient towards her enemies, she should have adapted to the rules of the world of immortal cultivation long ago. Now that she has lit her soul lamp, as an immortal cultivator, what does it matter if her corpse is treated with disrespect?
【Author’s words】
[Red Heart][Red Heart] is back
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