Chapter 29 Nightmare
The night is as dark as ink, spreading thickly between heaven and earth. Everything is silent, and only the occasional chirping of insects adds a bit of vitality to this silent night.
Yang Mian lay quietly on the bed, his breathing gradually became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep.
In that dreamlike chaos, her past life was like an ancient scroll that had been sealed for a long time, slowly unfolding before her eyes, and every detail was as clear as if it happened yesterday.
In her previous life, she had lost her mystery and fierceness. She was just a woman with dreams in her heart, who married an ordinary but warm man.
There are no magnificent legends in the days after marriage, but only the trivialities of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the warmth of mutual support.
They greet the new day together in the morning light and snuggle up to each other in the twilight. Their days are plain as water, yet filled with sweetness and warmth.
However, the trajectory of fate suddenly changed, revealing its ferocious fangs.
It was a gloomy day, and the sky seemed to be covered by a huge lead plate, making it so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.
Under the pressure of the crowd, the man retreated step by step to the edge of the cliff, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.
In the end, his body fell straight into the bottomless cliff like a kite with a broken string, and his life was like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant in the gale.
The news of the man's death was like a bolt from the blue, causing a storm in Yang Mian's heart.
At that moment, her world seemed to be completely crushed by an invisible hand, and her rationality collapsed like bubbles.
The hatred in her heart was like a surging tide that instantly drowned her, and every cell in her body was filled with anger and pain. "You forced him to death. You all deserve to die!"
Her roar echoed through the valley, her voice filled with endless sorrow, it was a cry from the depths of her soul.
In an instant, the aura around her changed drastically. Her originally gentle and pleasant temperament disappeared, replaced by a terrifying demonic nature.
Her black hair, as if stained with blood, instantly turned a glaring red, and her black eyes were also dyed red by hatred, as if burning with a raging fire of revenge, wanting to burn everything in this world to ashes.
At this moment, a man dressed in Xuanmen clothing stood out, his brows knitted tightly into the shape of a "川" character, his eyes full of disbelief and anger: "Yang Mian, you are a member of the Xuanmen, and you are also my fiancée. That man is just an ordinary man, how can he be worthy of you?"
Hearing this, Yang Mian's eyes became even more furious. She glared and shouted angrily, "Whether you are worthy or not is up to me! As for you, I have never admitted that you are my fiancé. Everything is just your wishful thinking. If you hadn't forced him, he wouldn't have jumped off the cliff to commit suicide. It's you, you are the culprit who killed him, I will kill you today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mian waved his hands quickly, drawing a huge circle in the air.
As she moved, ripples appeared in the air, as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake.
A dazzling light burst out from her hand, so bright that people could not open their eyes.
In a flash, a sharp sword appeared out of thin air, and the sword body was flashing with a cold light, as if telling of the impending killing.
Yang Mian grasped the hilt of the sword without hesitation, her slender fingers trembling slightly with anger. She slashed hard at the man who claimed to be her fiancé and roared, "Kill!" This roar seemed like a judgment from hell, filled with endless murderous intent, which made people shudder.
The man was unable to dodge and was hit by the powerful sword. He immediately vomited blood. The bright red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth and spread on his dark clothes like a blooming red plum.
He staggered back a few steps, covering his wound with both hands, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "Yang Mian, for a man, you want to go against the entire Xuanmen? Our marriage was decided by the entire Xuanmen. By treating me like this today, you are declaring war on Xuanmen!"
Yang Mian sneered, and that laugh was full of ridicule and determination: "When you killed him, you should have thought about bearing my wrath. Don't forget, when Xuanmen and Xiuxian Sect were besieged by the Demon Cult, it was me, Yang Mian, who tried my best to turn the tide and saved Xuanmen and Xiuxian Sect. But now, you have repaid kindness with enmity and killed the person I love the most. You are unforgivable! Today, I will avenge him!"
After saying that, Yang Mian raised the sword in his hand again, and the demonic energy on his body became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.
"Yang Mian, why is there evil spirit on you?" someone shouted in horror.
Yang Mian looked at the black mist surging on his body and felt a little surprised.
Is she going to become a demon? Just when she was about to be completely devoured by the evil, an old Taoist with a white beard descended from the sky, emitting a peaceful aura that was completely out of tune with the atmosphere full of hostility.
"Yang Mian, don't let yourself become a devil." The old Taoist's voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the air.
"Ancestor, the Ancestor is here." Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Master, why are you here?" Yang Mian's red eyes slowly turned back to black, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by endless pain and confusion.
“Yang Mian, don’t fall into the evil path.” The ancestor advised again.
Yang Mian was in great pain, her voice filled with tears: "They forced me to do this. They killed Huo Yanshen. I want them all to be buried with Huo Yanshen."
At this time, Junior Brother Mo Xingchen pointed at their Senior Brother Huo Yanbin and said, "Senior Sister, this is none of our business. It was Senior Brother who said that your husband cheated on you, so we told him your true identity to let him know how big the gap between you is. Don't bother you anymore."
Fang Lian also hurriedly explained: "Big Sister, it was really Big Brother who asked us to cause trouble for your husband. We were all deceived by Big Brother." If they knew that Big Sister would almost become a demon for her husband, they would never listen to Big Brother and force him to death.
Yang Mian said angrily: "How old are you? Don't you know right from wrong? You just listen to whatever Huo Yanbin says? Ah..."
"Senior Sister, we are sorry. We know we were wrong. Please forgive us." Everyone knelt down and begged for mercy.
Yang Mian sneered: "Forgive you? Ha! If I forgive you, can Huo Yanshen survive? You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die." Yang Mian's eyes were red. She had lost her lover, and her heart was already broken and heartbroken.
The demonic energy around Yang Mian surged wildly, and wherever it went, Xuanmen disciples fell down one after another. Their miserable screams echoed in this once solemn Xuanmen holy land.
The blood flowed and gathered into a river, dyeing the ground red. The bloody smell filled the air, making people sick.
The Grand Master was extremely anxious, but he was helpless and could only watch Yang Mian fall into the abyss of evil step by step.
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