Chapter 48 I will cherish you.
"But, isn't my sister a sacrificial offering?"
When the last syllable of the child's voice fell, everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the world.
Even the sound of the wind stopped.
At that moment, she could clearly feel countless eyes on her!
Whether it was the people who had been walking casually beside her, the people behind her, or even the people who had been walking in front of her, they all turned their gazes to her.
That child's voice was like a spark that ignites a candle in the darkness.
In an instant, she lowered her head, trying to ignore all the gazes, and stiffly asked, "What offering?"
The child looked up.
His eye sockets were completely black.
She struggled to pull the hem of her clothes out and run forward, but she couldn't budge it!
The child lowered his head and giggled, but the more he laughed, the older he seemed to become, and his hands, which had once belonged to a child, became wrinkled and grimy.
His voice sounded almost manic: "Hahahaha, as long as... as long as I can eat you... I can..."
Without a second thought, Meng Chiwan tore her clothes the instant he opened his gaping maw, and then ran forward!
The wind stung her face! But she dared not slow her pace for a moment!
However, she couldn't outrun anyone.
Because her enemies are far more than just the child behind her.
Rather, it was everyone whose eyes were on her.
Those sinister gazes now became the embodiment of malice, and the greed in each gaze was almost overflowing.
Their eyes turned bloodshot.
They coveted her, so they moved closer and closer to her.
In the end, an impenetrable encirclement was formed! In the darkness of night, the scarlet eyes became evidence of malice.
Surrounded in the middle, Meng Chiwan was anxious when, for some reason, the life-saving lamp in her chest lit up again, making her even more conspicuous in the night!
Meng Chiwan tried countless times to summon Jinglan, but the spiritual power within her body remained unresponsive, like throwing a pebble into a vast ocean—it had no effect whatsoever.
Those people's gazes seemed to want to devour her completely.
She stood helplessly in the encirclement.
Realizing she couldn't escape, the men slowed down, approaching step by step, like slowly tightening a noose around their prey.
Meng Chiwan stood there, watching the crowd surge toward her, her left hand unconsciously resting on her right wrist, slowly turning the Buddhist prayer beads.
How can we hear the Sanskrit chants here again?
She slowly shook her head and released her wrist again.
Rather than waiting to die, it's better to take a gamble.
The life-saving lamp shone even brighter.
She exhaled softly, then squinted slightly.
The child said to her, "Why don't you let people finish speaking?"
Meng Chiwan squinted at him and frowned.
He continued, "As long as I eat you, I can get out of here... Your life for my freedom... It's a very good deal."
“Spirits, where does freedom come from…” Meng Chiwan chuckled softly and said slowly.
"Whether you are free or not is not up to you to decide," the child's aged voice rang out again.
Meng Chiwan used all her strength to release her last bit of spiritual energy.
It did not cause any harm to the crowd.
Someone in the crowd chuckled, followed by a string of sarcastic remarks.
Everyone was laughing at her overestimating her abilities.
Although a cornered beast will fight back, in their eyes, this beast is far too weak and poses almost no threat.
Spiritual energy exhausted.
Meng Chiwan smiled slowly.
The few breaths of spiritual energy that Yun Xianqing transferred to her finally dissipated into the air.
"The only difference between me and you is that I am a physical being, while you are spirits. But what if I also became a spirit?"
Meng Chiwan's voice rang out.
The rustling laughter subsided.
The child clearly saw that Meng Chiwan was holding a short sword.
The short sword was held horizontally against her neck. Meng Chiwan's eyes were cold and sharp, and although she clearly held the sword to her own neck, there was no sign of defeat on her delicate face.
If one day she were truly at the mercy of others, she would rather die than be at their mercy.
Besides, this is just a delaying tactic.
The next instant, the human wall was smashed apart, and someone shouted: "The city lord has arrived!"
Almost instantly, everyone knelt down, leaving Meng Chiwan standing alone, her face cold and aloof, as if she had weathered a storm.
No one knew that the knife across her neck was too dull to cut through her flesh.
Because the blade wasn't even sharpened.
She had bought it and kept it at home, but forgot to sharpen it when she took it away.
Fortunately, she spotted a magnificent sedan chair approaching from afar, and the whole procession was quite impressive.
Her original plan was to take a gamble and intercept the sedan chair.
Since everyone wants to eat her, let's find a powerful person to eat her. We can delay things a little longer, right? What if she gets incredibly lucky and runs away?
At the cry of "The City Lord has arrived," the entire audience knelt down.
Only one person pushed through the crowd and ran away in a flash.
Then someone caught up with her, grabbed her wrist, and ran with her.
Meng Chiwan stared blankly at the person beside her who was leading her away.
"Dude, who are you?" Meng Chiwan couldn't help but ask.
That's too fast.
The wind stings my face a little.
The man who had carried her away tilted his head, grinned, and looked honest and simple, yet surprisingly handsome: "The one who saved you."
"Was that your shout just now? The sedan chair hasn't even arrived here yet." Whether it was considered carefree or not, Meng Chiwan inexplicably started chatting with him.
After realizing they had been tricked, the group of people kneeling behind them chased after the two relentlessly.
But the boy beside her, for some reason, ran so fast it was as if he were about to take off, and carrying her along, she didn't find it too strenuous.
"Do you really want to be eaten?" the boy asked her.
Because they were talking while running, and the wind was particularly strong, the two of them were practically shouting to communicate.
Meng Chiwan also shouted, "No! But where are you taking me?"
The boy carried her for an unknown amount of time until Meng Chiwan finally stumbled and fell to the ground, completely exhausted.
"Where are you taking me?" Meng Chiwan asked, her arms and knees aching from the fall, especially her knees which were bleeding. She didn't have time to treat her wounds.
"I'll take you into the city. Didn't you want to go into the city?" the boy said matter-of-factly.
"Did I say I wanted to go into the city?" Meng Chiwan gave him a resentful look and said, "Also, who exactly are you, and why are you helping me?"
"I'm helping you, don't worry about it. Helping those in need has always been my motto," the boy said impatiently. "If you don't go into the city, you'll be devoured soon. At that time, it might be ten people eating your left arm and ten eating your right arm."
Finally, he leaned close to her ear and said in a sinister tone, "You didn't want this to happen, did you? Physical form?"
"Why can everyone tell that I am a physical being?" Meng Chiwan looked up in confusion.
"You've always been shining, don't you know that?" the boy asked, puzzled.
"Light?" Meng Chiwan pointed to her chest. "You mean, the light here?"
“The Life-Saving Lamp. Everyone in this city knows it. How could someone who possesses the Life-Saving Lamp be a spirit?” The boy’s voice turned cold.
"Why did they say that if I eat this, I can leave here?" Meng Chiwan suddenly remembered what the child had said.
“Because… a spirit can become a physical entity after consuming a physical one. Get out of here…” the boy began, his voice inexplicably turning sinister.
Meng Chiwan: "So, you brought me here so you could eat all by yourself?"
Meng Chiwan raised the sword to her neck again.
"Even if I die... even if I become a spirit, I won't let you people have an easy time." Meng Chiwan was very stubborn.
The boy scoffed, "Why would I want to eat you?"
Meng Chiwan asked, "Don't you want to leave here?"
"I am also a physical entity," the boy said coldly.
Meng Chiwan was taken aback.
So, there are other entities here?
"Do you also have a life-saving lamp on you? Otherwise, how can I tell if what you're saying is true?"
"I'll take you somewhere, and then you'll know what I really am," the boy said slowly.
Meng Chiwan squatted on the ground, the short sword still in her hand near her neck: "I'm not going. Who knows if you're going to sell me out?"
The young man chuckled and then pulled a transparent bottle from his sleeve.
There are a few drops of liquid in the bottle.
It looks like blood.
wrong.
Meng Chiwan was certain in an instant: it must be blood.
But at that moment, she clearly saw that person drink the blood.
She stared intently at the bottle, without saying a word.
The next moment, the boy chuckled softly and said slowly, "I was just kidding. I didn't drink it at all. What you saw was... an illusion."
The boy's voice softened. Every word he uttered was exactly the same as the voice he had heard in the water mirror.
Meng Chiwan calmly looked up, her voice laced with a chilling undertone: "What are you going to do? Use my blood."
The boy laughed even harder; her appearance seemed to please him.
He said, “Come with me. I’ll take you somewhere.”
Meng Chiwan remained motionless.
The boy laughed again, this time with a particularly malicious sarcasm: "What, still thinking about Yun Xianqing?"
Meng Chiwan remained silent. Yet, the image of Yun Xianqing solemnly telling her, word by word, that he would bring her back flashed through her mind.
The next moment, the boy's voice shattered all her illusions like a thunderbolt: "Why are you still thinking about him? He's the one who brought you in here."
Meng Chiwan listened in silence.
The boy continued, his voice gentle and soft, even warm, but what was more obvious was the murderous cruelty in his tone.
Why do you believe him? He clearly knows it's just a smokescreen, but he doesn't want to tell you. And he's the one who personally brought you here.
Meng Chiwan simply listened.
But the next moment, he said, "Trust me. As long as you're willing to let me out, I will cherish you. I will fulfill... my responsibilities as a father."
Author's Note: The young man completely rewrote his father's work, hahaha! [droopy-eared rabbit head]
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