The rough porcelain surface cast a shadow of dim candlelight, as well as Zhu Yuanqing's frosty face, which finally stopped at the bandit leader's terrified face.
"Wait...!" He obviously didn't expect this beauty to be so strong-willed, nor did he expect that he still had the strength to commit suicide. His pupils with two black beads embedded in them almost popped out.
But he didn't say anything extra.
Bright red blood spurted out, covering his eyes with warmth, and the porcelain piece in his hand was taken away neither lightly nor heavily. Zhu Yuanqing was shocked by the blood-stained sight and heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
The sound was heavy and muffled, and it seemed to roll on the ground.
Zhu Yuanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, perhaps because he was frightened by the sudden accident. Even when the skin around the wound on the palm of his hand was touched carefully, he did not react.
Jing Yuan became even more worried upon seeing this. He was even more afraid to use more strength in his hands while holding the person. He wished he could sew up the beheaded guy on the ground and chop him up again!
He lost consciousness after being hit by the evil spirit, and appeared here when he opened his eyes. Not only was his spiritual energy unable to be used, but there was also an extra memory without any root in his mind.
I remember that I came from a small village at the foot of a mountain with simple folk customs. I was a hunter who got lost after going up the mountain to hunt and was about to be bitten to death by a wild beast.
The formation set up by the Divine Transformation cultivator himself is definitely not something that can be broken in a short time. Jing Yuan was worried that the cultivator was still watching outside. In order to avoid any unusual situations, he acted according to his memory while exploring the environment he was in. He found that this was a combination of a refining formation and an illusion formation, and it also added a means of restraining spirits.
Judging from its sophistication, this formation must have taken quite a long time to prepare.
Nian Yi was lured away, and the formation happened to be set up on the road they had to pass. Jing Yuan realized almost instantly that this was a trap set for his master.
Not only that, I'm afraid there are evil cultivators inside the sect who are helping me.
Jing Yuan suppressed his worries and recalled the strange condition of his body before entering the formation. Only then did he realize that he could actually absorb demonic energy.
At the same time, his body can even convert demonic energy into spiritual energy. Although the efficiency is much lower than directly using demonic energy for cultivation, it will not affect his path as a spiritual practitioner at all.
If he continued to cultivate at the speed required to convert spiritual energy, Jing Yuan was confident that he would be able to break through the formation within a year and leave with his master safely.
But the problem is, this formation was set up for the master, and Jing Yuan has not forgotten the living aura he felt.
The inner uneasiness and worries reminded him again and again, and finally, Jing Yuan decided to take a risk - he could not tolerate any accident happening to his master.
The evil energy surrounding him originally rushed towards Zhu Yuanqing with its fangs and claws, but now it was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. It was held in Jing Yuan's palm and slowly seeped into his flesh.
It was very obvious that there was a lot more demonic energy in his body.
With this level of demonic energy, an ordinary Jindan cultivator would not be able to withstand it for even a stick of incense if he is unable to use spiritual energy. One can imagine how much effort the mastermind behind the scenes has put in.
Jing Yuan thought a lot, but in fact it was just a matter of a moment. When he came to his senses, Zhu Yuanqing was still leaning in his arms, without even changing his movements.
Guessing that his master had no memory and might have been frightened, Jing Yuan's eyes darkened. He waited until the dirt in the room disappeared under the corrosion of the demonic energy before speaking carefully: "Master, it's okay. That person is dead. You are safe now."
As he spoke, one of his hands was gently stroking Zhu Yuanqing's back, exactly the same as Zhu Yuanqing had done to him before.
But at that time, Jing Yuan was still a little boy whose hair had not even grown out yet, while Zhu Yuanqing is now an adult who has been practicing for who knows how long.
Although his eyes were blocked, the smell of blood in the room was not so easy to dissipate. Zhu Yuanqing smelled the sticky smell of blood, felt the tenseness of the hand behind him, and the voice of the person who tried to slow down but still could not hide his anger and fear. His first reaction was to find it a little funny.
Doesn't this person think he's been frightened silly?
Zhu Yuanqing's eyelashes moved, and his heart was surprisingly calm.
No, he was just stunned out of surprise. He was surprised that he was scared just a second ago, but when he heard the sound of objects falling to the ground and flesh being cut, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear.
He could even imagine how the bandit's eyes were glaring, and how his dry hair was outlining patches of blood, but... he really had no fear at all.
This is so strange, Zhu Yuanqing thought.
The moment before, he was so desperate that he was shaking and could barely hold the porcelain pieces. But then he felt nothing about the massacre around him. As for the executioner behind him... He was lying in his arms, with those hands, which might be stained with blood, covering his eyes, but he felt at ease?
This is really unreasonable.
Logically, he should be screaming and shouting "Murder!", but Zhu Yuanqing's rationality was asking him: Are you that kind of person? Would you be scared by something like this?
Speaking of which, why did he feel desperate because of the betrayal of his neighbor Aunt Wang?
They have no relationship and don't usually contact each other. Isn't it normal for someone to do something like this under the coercion and inducement of others? Why should I be sad?
Also, what does the village chief, whom everyone calls their father, look like?
The more Zhu Yuanqing thought about it, the more things he had noticed but inexplicably ignored flashed through his mind one by one, and the feeling of incompatibility and disconnection became more and more obvious.
The red mole between the eyebrows glowed faintly, even to the point of being burning.
The evil energy around had been almost dealt with by Jing Yuan, but now it was madly sweeping in as if stimulated, gathering into a vortex and rushing into the house.
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