There is hatred for the beautiful woman, the past is silent, the suspicious tomb stands in the morning sun
The night was deep, yet not quiet! Like an undercurrent surging beneath the abyss, waiting to devour at any moment! The wind carried the barking of dogs, one after another, fierce and terrifying. They were hounds. Then, a flash of fire rose from the horizon, moving swiftly, forming a fiery dragon, roaring wantonly in the darkness.
"Catch her, catch her..." The shouts of a group of men, along with their sturdy figures, gradually became distinguishable from the noise and darkness. At this moment, it was visible that a person was running ahead of the group of men.
Dressed in white, with a graceful figure, she galloped with the swiftness of a duck and the ethereal grace of a spirit. Even her occasional stumble along the way was a sight of such charm that it made one sigh in regret. This person was undoubtedly a woman. As she ran, she glanced back at the group of people not far behind her.
The distance between them kept shrinking, as if time was waiting for cause and effect. It was only a matter of time before the woman was caught up. Finally, at a mass grave, as she stumbled once more, she was surrounded. She lay sprawled on the ground, seemingly exhausted and unable to stand. She could only laboriously prop up her upper body with her hands, then slowly raised her head.
A stunning beauty, the moment she looked up, like sunlight piercing through layers of dark clouds, bursting forth with the most dazzling brilliance, dimming the surrounding torches. A flawless face, one cannot help but gaze, yet dare not look any longer. Her wide-open almond-shaped eyes, brimming with tears, expressed a thousand worries and sorrows in the interplay of tears and firelight.
But the men and dogs around did not seem to be obsessed with these kinds of affairs. The men were still shouting and the dogs were still barking.
"You beast, where are you going today? Today, we'll make you pay with blood!" A seemingly refined old man roared, drowning out the clamor. Then, the cry of "Blood debt paid with blood" echoed across the wilderness, rising in waves. It seemed to indicate that this group of people shared a common hatred, and it seemed as if they were using this resonant tragic feeling to mask the depths of their hearts.
"I... what blood debt do I owe... what blood debt do I owe?" The woman's voice was soft, clearly lacking in strength. Amidst the clamor, it seemed so subtle and melodious. It was like gently shaking a bell amidst the beating of drums, followed by a crisp sound. Then the drums abruptly stopped, leaving only the crackling of the torches.
It seemed like a natural thing, but when it was suddenly asked, people couldn't help but be stunned.
"You, you vixen, you killed my son! Today is the day you die, why don't you reveal your true form!" It was the same old man who scolded the woman angrily with the pain of losing his son.
The people around him also seemed to come to their senses.
"You killed my brother!"
"You killed my brother!"
"You killed..."
Another noise followed.
"Uncle Wu, no, I should have called you Dad..." The ringtone rang again. "Wu Liren accidentally drank the poisoned wine that was meant for me and died. Does that count as murder?!"
The woman spoke these words to the elegant old man in one breath. Then a fit of coughing set her delicate body trembling. A trace of blood flowed sadly from the corner of her mouth, dripping to the ground.
Faced with the questioning, the old man lowered his head silently, and it was unknown whether it was because of his inner shame or he was preparing a set of high-sounding words to comfort himself.
"No matter what, my brother is your husband! The husband is the leader of the wife, and my brother is your heaven. You must obey whatever he does! What's more, you are a vixen. How could my brother marry a different species as his first wife?" A boy next to the old man, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, wore a square scarf on his head, a green robe, and had a childish face. He timidly but hurriedly said a few words.
After hearing the boy's words, the woman's gaze shifted from the old man's face. But then, as if her eyes were stung by the distorted expression on the handsome face, the woman lowered her head, smiled bitterly, and sighed deeply, "Xiaoyu, you've grown up and become stronger."
"You, you vixen, stop pretending to be nice to me!" The boy said this quickly with a red face.
"Hypocritical?" The woman seemed irritated, raising her head and widening her eyes. "Could it be that the alpine snow lotus and thousand-year-old ginseng I gave you to nourish your body were all hypocritical? If I hadn't risked my life to collect herbs for you, you wouldn't be alive today, standing here accusing me!"
After being scolded, the boy seemed to be ashamed and scared, and hurriedly hid half of his body behind the old man.
Seeing this, the woman's eyes softened again and she said to herself, "You are still young, still a child."
"What the hell are you talking about?" A fat man who looked like a butler shouted, standing behind several men who looked like servants holding hunting forks. "If you go against my young lady, you will die!"
The woman turned her head and glared at him. "A dog bites Lu Dongbin! Not only did I save your young lady's reputation, I also cured her fatal disease! Otherwise, you, the dog, would have changed masters by now."
"You, you,..." The fat man was so angry that his face turned red and he couldn't say a word.
"My brother's head and body were separated. He died a tragic death. Are you going to deny it?" A burly middle-aged man in a dark suit spoke in a voice as loud as thunder.
"Still pretending to be a good person! Do you think that the shameful things you two brothers did in the middle of the night are unknown to heaven and earth? I killed your brother to enforce justice! If it weren't for that greedy Taoist priest, I would have killed you too!" The woman looked at the middle-aged man with hatred in her eyes!
Then she looked around, "And you, you keep talking about revenge, and blood debt must be repaid with blood, but what about the debts you owe?"
Everyone was stunned by the glance. The burly middle-aged man was the first to react and shouted at everyone, "Don't listen to this beast's nonsense. Kill her while she's still sick! Everyone, attack her together!"
The middle-aged man, holding a gleaming broadsword and a hunting dog, charged forward, the others following closely behind, weapons in hand. Only the old man, holding the boy, remained standing, letting the crowd pass by.
The circle surrounding the woman shrank rapidly, like water filling a gap, undeterred by this slight obstruction. The woman sighed and struggled to her feet.
She faced the leading hounds and struck them several times. Her movements were light and graceful, like dancing, but with a few muffled groans, several hounds fell to the ground one after another, their teeth bared, their eyes bulging, and they died.
Just then, the middle-aged man struck her head with a powerful blow. The blow was powerful, catching the woman from behind while she was still recovering from the blow after killing the hound. Seeing that the woman couldn't avoid this fatal blow, the middle-aged man almost smiled. But then the woman suddenly disappeared! When he saw her again, she was already in his arms, having just made a light stroke with his hand.
The middle-aged man didn't close his eyes, his gaze revealing a final moment of astonishment and a lust for life. He couldn't believe he was dead. But he was indeed dead, his body torn apart just like his brother's! Blood gushed from his neck, splashing all over the woman, like a plum blossom splashed on the snow, vibrant yet icy and bone-chilling.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, then involuntarily retreated slowly. The woman stood in the middle, looking at them coldly. Suddenly, she coughed again, and blood gushed out of her mouth. It turned out that she had used up the little strength she had accumulated while speaking earlier.
Seeing this, the fat man who looked like a housekeeper hid behind the servant and kicked him in the buttocks while shouting, "Go on, go on, kill this beast for me! The lady said she would reward him with a huge amount of money."
Several servants, tempted by the huge bounty, gripped their hunting forks tightly in their hands and slowly surrounded the enemy.
At the same time, in the distance, a figure was running towards them, stumbling every few steps. As he ran, he shouted, "Let my wife go, she is not a vixen, let my wife go..." However, because they were so far away, no one could hear his voice even though he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
The woman seemed to hear the calls from afar. She looked in that direction blankly with obsessed eyes, then suddenly gritted her teeth. Then, a series of afterimages rushed into the crowd.
Faced with this sudden change, everyone was in chaos, and some people shouted loudly: "Don't let that beast get away!"
Soon, a woman's cough finally dispelled everyone's doubts. The woman was still standing there, her face even paler, and blood was already flowing down the corner of her mouth like a spring. But she was holding a knife to Xiaoyu's neck.
"Beast, beast, what are you doing? Let go! Let Xiaoyu go!" The elegant old man shouted angrily upon seeing this.
"Uncle Wu, don't worry. If you agree to one condition, not only will I not touch Xiaoyu, but I will also commit suicide in front of you!"
"What are the conditions? Tell me!" The elegant old man hurried to the front of the crowd and stopped them. "Stop it!"
"Actually, the condition is very simple. Build a grave for me here. I believe that with so many of you, you can complete it in a short time. But Uncle Wu, I want you to bury me with your own hands, and don't tell anyone where to bury me!" The woman said such a long speech in one breath, and finally she coughed again, and blood spurted out.
The elegant old man still hesitated with his head down. The people around him were in an uproar, "Why should we trust you?" "This must be another trick of that beast, we must not be fooled..."
"Uncle Wu, I believe you're a man of integrity. Let's put it this way. You guys dig the pit as I tell you, and I'll let Xiaoyu go! And I'll definitely kill myself right in front of you! If you don't agree, not only will Xiaoyu die, but I'll also fight to the death before I die. You better discuss who'll be the unlucky one to die first. You, you, you, and you..." The woman said, staring at the leaders one by one. Whoever met her gaze shuddered and took a step or two back.
"Okay, I promise you!" The elegant old man turned around and said to everyone, "Everyone, trust me, Wu Jingcheng, this time. I will bear all the consequences!"
When everyone heard the old man speak, they fell silent, and some of the words they had to say had to be swallowed back into their stomachs...
A slanting ray of dawn sunlight finally pierced the blood-stained sky and illuminated the woman. She lay in the mud, already as white and transparent as the light. Hearing the shrill cries from afar, "Let me in, let me in...", the woman forced a smile at the elegant old man standing beside her with her last breath. A strong wind blew away countless tiny seeds, scattering them across the land like a thick fog...
"Are you awake? Or is this still the same dream?" A gentle voice rang beside Xue Jiuyue's ears, like a comb combing through the myriad threads of her dream...
"Yes, it's still that dream!" Xue Jiuyue answered in a low voice, as if she had traveled a long way and was very tired.
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