The two people who were thrown back into the town, Ning Bai and Xia Qian, became the focus of everyone's attention for a while.
The townspeople gathered around them, whispering and talking.
Soon, the town's manager made a decision to make the two men start doing some dirty work for the town to repay them for the trouble they caused.
Ning Bai's condition was particularly bad. His leg was broken in a previous accident and he had never received proper treatment.
It was midsummer, and the hot weather caused his wounds to rot, emitting a foul odor.
Starting from the calves, the decay gradually spread to the thighs at an increasingly rapid rate, which was shocking.
"Ning Bai, you need to get your leg treated quickly." A kind-hearted townsman reminded him, but most people just watched coldly.
At the same time, Xia Qian's experience was even more tragic.
As a woman, she was not so lucky and was sent directly to a brothel.
In the eyes of the townspeople, the things damaged and the people killed by them always need to be compensated.
When Xia Qian first arrived at the brothel, she tried to resist, but all she faced was a beating.
Those men shrewdly chose to hit her in places that would not leave obvious scars, and at the same time starved her for three or four days.
The double torture of hunger and pain made Xia Qian gradually succumb.
"Xia Qian, just give in. This brothel is not a bad place." The madam persuaded, with a threatening tone in her voice.
Xia Qian leaned weakly against the corner, a hint of despair flashing in her eyes.
She knew she had no way out and could only obey.
As time went by, Ning Bai's injuries became more and more serious, and the rot had spread to the base of his thighs.
His face was pale and he could only rely on painkillers to get through the day.
The medicine was found by Fan Lin, and he could only relax a little occasionally.
When there was no medicine, he could only endure it.
He still persisted, believing that the ancient god would give him another chance.
Xia Qian's life in the brothel became increasingly difficult. She had to learn to please the customers in order to get a meal.
But even so, she didn't want to go hungry.
Two years later, on a cold winter day, Ning Bai lay quietly in a simple wooden house. His life was like a flickering candle that could go out at any time.
The rotting of the wound had spread to his waist, and the daily pain and torture made him look emaciated.
That night, the wind was cold and the starry sky was shining with faint lights, as if mourning his departure.
In endless pain, Ning Bai finally chose to free himself.
He used up his last bit of strength, tightly grasped the dagger that had been prepared long ago, and stabbed it deeply into his heart.
All the pain finally came to an end at this moment.
The news soon spread to the brothel, and Xia Qian felt heartbroken when she heard that Ning Bai had passed away.
Her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul.
With trembling hands, she tightly grasped the rope on the roof beam, wanting to follow Ning Bai.
"Xia Qian! What are you doing?!" The madam's scream broke the tranquility of the brothel.
Xia Qian did not respond, but just stared at the rope silently, her eyes full of determination.
However, the madam was not a pushover. She quickly led her men forward and snatched the rope from Xia Qian's hand.
"You want to die? That's not easy!" The madam's eyes widened, staring at Xia Qian viciously. "I paid for you, so you have to make money for me! You want to die? No way!"
Xia Qian collapsed on the ground helplessly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She knew that she could no longer follow Ning Bai.
From that day on, the madam stepped up her supervision of Xia Qian and sent people to watch her 24 hours a day, fearing that she would do something stupid again.
However, Xia Qian's heart was already dead, and she spent long days and nights in the brothel like a walking corpse.
Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would always think of Ning Bai and the time they had spent together.
Those memories were like a knife cutting into her heart.
She still hasn't figured out why it turned out like this. It clearly shouldn't be like this.
They are the most noble people in the fairy world, why did they become like this?
Song Jiao did not stop. She followed the clues that were as complicated as vines and finally found the nest of the void larvae in the depths of the demon world.
It was a huge cave hidden in the dark mountain, and the entrance was filled with a disgusting stench.
She stared at the densely packed, wriggling void larvae in the cave, and couldn't help but let out a click of her tongue, a trace of disgust flashing across her face.
Without much hesitation, Song Jiao quickly launched fire magic.
Blazing flames instantly erupted from her palms and rushed into the cave like a giant dragon.
A raging fire raged in the cave, accompanied by crackling sounds, and those creepy void larvae turned to ashes in the sea of fire.
At this moment, the ancient god's voice rang in Song Jiao's ears: "Thank you, Tasker! This major hidden danger has finally been resolved."
Song Jiao raised her head and gazed towards the ethereal sky, a thoughtful look on her face. "Did you and the Heavenly Dao work together to control these Void Larvae?"
She asked, already having a guess in her mind.
In the previous confrontation, she clearly felt the Ancient God's weakness, which seemed to be closely related to certain actions he had taken.
Tian Daozhen never showed up from beginning to end, he must have been injured.
The Ancient God sighed softly and explained, "Yes, on the day of the Void invasion, Heaven and I did our best to freeze these abominable creatures. However, they still have the possibility of hatching. It's as if they chose their host from the beginning, and as long as the host has the potential to turn evil, they will parasitize it."
When Song Jiao heard this, her eyes narrowed slightly.
She originally thought that the possession of the void larva was a random choice, but she didn't expect that there was such a deep calculation in it.
This gave her a new perspective on this seemingly simple battle.
"The void larvae here have been dealt with and they shouldn't invade again in the short term." Song Jiao said. To be on the safe side, she left a coordinate mark in this world.
This way, if any accidents happen in the future, she can rush to the scene quickly.
After finishing the conversation with the ancient god, Song Jiao quickly returned to the fairyland.
Only after confirming that the fairyland was not invaded by the void larvae did she breathe a sigh of relief and leave this world peacefully.
Yan Xue opened her eyes again and found herself living in a mansion that belonged exclusively to the Emperor. She checked her cultivation level and found that she had already reached the level of a god.
It's incredible!
She knew that Xia Qian was not dead yet, so she deliberately went to the mortal world.
A day in heaven is like a year on earth. Fifteen days have passed since the last time. Xia Qian is now hanging on with only one breath. She sees Yan Xue standing in front of her, stretches out her hand, and weakly shouts, "Save me..."
Yan Xue just smiled faintly, "Save you? Dream on! This is what you deserve."
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