Chapter 99 Harvest Time (3)
"Can the Chuxia tree move?"
This was something that had not happened in hundreds of years. Even though Dong Xian cared about the rioting villagers, he couldn't help but be distracted by Luo Xuanyi at this moment.
"I thought you knew." This was a lie, but Luo Xuanyi's next words were the truth. "These books are all tree ghosts. They cultivate by absorbing the vitality of living people and will also eat their souls. Too many people have died in the village in the past few days, and the vitality of the living has been greatly reduced. In order to absorb more vitality, they will tighten their encirclement. If the number of people really decreases to a certain level, perhaps they will simply kill everyone in the village and relocate elsewhere."
The two factions, who had stopped fighting at some point, surrounded Luo Xuanyi and Dong Xian, creating a terrifying dead silence and a completely opposite atmosphere of madness.
Dong Xian finally understood what despair was at this moment.
The situation was out of control. He was ruthlessly abandoned, and the crowd impatiently pushed him away from Luo Xuanyi, looking up at that compassionate face like believers praying for salvation.
“Save us!”
"Take us away!"
"I don't want to die!"
Luo Xuanyi felt extremely embarrassed and cast her gaze towards Dong Xian who was standing in a daze in the crowd.
What happened? Why did things turn out this way? When did it all go wrong?
"...We don't want you to control our fate!"
He wanted to be the center of attention, to be seen, to protect the villagers, to say to the village chief who had said, "Only you," "You chose the right person." What had gone wrong in his thinking?
"...Ignoring us? You bastard!"
The old village chief who recognized him was dead, and so was his sister. He wanted to protect everyone, so he had to suppress his emotions. But he could do nothing, accomplish nothing. He felt empty and powerless. From what source did this pain well up?
"...Since he wants to stay, why not throw him into the Chuxia tree! Let him taste the pain of being devoured by evil spirits!"
The crowd, driven by evil thoughts, pushed Dongxian to the edge of the village as if they were driving a sacrifice.
Dong Xian saw those angry and out-of-control faces. Those familiar faces flashed in his eyes and passed by quickly until he caught sight of the pale face behind the crowd.
Among all the people, the girl who showed a proper look of surprise.
"! I know, it's——"
He wanted to shout loudly and point his finger at the culprit of all this, but it was too late.
The villagers had already lifted him up and thrown him into the Chuxia bushes that had spread out before them without anyone noticing.
The branches, like solidified blood, twisted in surprising ways, entangling him layer by layer. His vision, his face, his body were completely pierced by the branches.
The tree ghosts, eager to enjoy the living soul, began to cheer, piercing him into a ball and rolling him towards the center of the bush.
Naturally, no one could hear his wailing.
The villagers, completely dominated by evil thoughts, paid no attention to the faint, chilling noises and gathered around Luo Xuanyi again. This time, the savior finally said, "I will take you out."
Before I could cheer, the Savior continued to smile.
"However, the formation can only be used once a day to send one person away."
This is something I have said before.
"With every missing person, Chu Xiashu will become more and more restless."
This is something that has not been said before.
"The Chuxia tree will start catching food and storing it. Just like what you just saw."
"The more people who stay behind, the more danger they'll be in. So, it's up to you to decide the order in which you leave."
The innocent and compassionate savior announced the rules of the game.
In the dimly lit room, Dong Qi had completely lost track of time. How long had it been? He lay dejectedly on the ground, the intense weakness brought on by hunger giving him a clue. It must have been more than three days.
For a while, the village was bustling with activity, but gradually, the noise died down. Did they all leave? Dong Xian had finally been convinced. This was the first time Dong Qi had seen his brother so motivated to do something. He had always thought Dong Xian didn't care about the villagers.
And his sister, his sister Dong Zhu.
The tears have dried up, but Dong Qi can still smell the scent emanating from his body at all times, that rich and sweet smell.
He was a useless person, unable to do anything. Therefore, as long as everyone left, he would be fine. He would just let himself go and just die quietly.
"You are here."
The door was pushed open. Who was still here? Dong Qi opened his eyes and saw Luo Xuanyi leaning against the door, unable to make out her expression.
"You're the only one left. Come out."
"Have they all left?" Dong Qi breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile. "Thank you for waiting for me, but I want to stay in the village and accompany my sister."
"Have you forgotten Dong Xian? He's waiting for you too. At least, you should say a word to him. He's right outside."
After all, they would be separated for a long time. He used this reason to convince himself and slowly got up from the ground, his feet swaying unsteadily from side to side. He followed Luo Xuanyi out of the room step by step, wondering what Dong Xian would say to him, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
The space was too cramped, with only a small patch of sky barely allowing for air to flow. The scarlet trees pressing in around the house looked familiar, and even more familiar were the objects hanging from their branches, twisting and swaying in the darkness—the faces he had known since childhood.
"They're all dead, but you can only see some of their bodies."
Luo Xuanyi seemed to be speaking with a look of regret, something he couldn't understand. "Only a small number of people can become will-o'-the-wisp. It depends on one's talent. Having too few ingredients is not a good thing. My master said the best formula is one that can be mass-produced."
Dong Qi wanted to vomit, but he couldn't. Perhaps this was an illusion, all an illusion. Just like the death of his friends, just like the death of his sister.
I'm a piece of shit, I can't do anything.
"Still, it's quite valuable. So what can you give me?"
Luo Xuanyi patted his shoulder and said, "I killed all of them, okay?"
"But the only ones who did it themselves were your companions, the old village chief, and your sister. The others were instigated by me and began to unleash their malice. In the end, the malice completely stretched the wounds and became uncontrollable, leading to them slaughtering each other to death."
"The murderer is standing right in front of you."
The enemy is right in front of me.
Dong Qi raised his head and clenched his fists as if awakened. He thought of the blood and murderous intent rushed into his mind.
"Why are you doing this?" Dong Qi squeezed out the words almost through his teeth, but he didn't need an answer. He rushed towards Luo Xuanyi like a wounded and mad beast. His powerful strength, the responsibility he had been expected to bear over the years, right now, right now! He was useful, he was -
He is nothing.
Dong Qi didn't even get a chance to touch Luo Xuanyi's hair before she swept him away. His back slammed heavily onto the ground, his spine wailing in a way that made his teeth ache. But Dong Qi didn't care. He simply rolled over and got up from the ground, rushing towards Luo Xuanyi again.
The enemy is right in front of me. If I kill her, I can get revenge!
At some point, the rain began to fall. Dong Qi, oblivious, continued charging in the direction he knew he was going, finally striking that disgusting face with his fist. Luo Xuanyi seemed surprised, but the splattering blood made Dong Qi tremble with pleasure. He knocked Luo Xuanyi down, and with each blow, along with the rain, flesh and blood bloomed on the girl's body.
Luo Xuanyi controlled her body to perform the Yin-Yang Rain Technique. The illusion of rain made Dong Qi pound the ground continuously while laughing crazily.
Kill her! Kill her! With my bare hands!
Blue flames ignited from his invisible dantian, then coursed through his veins, devouring everything in its path. Flesh, bone, skin, and even his facial features began to melt, becoming the outer flames of the flames. Unaware, Dong Qi continued to pound the hard ground with his fists, only a thin layer of skin remaining.
Then, with a "pop" sound, it shattered. The last bit of Dong Qi's consciousness that was drawn back into the flames strengthened the will-o'-the-wisp fire. The pure killing intent gave the will-o'-the-wisp a faint and beautiful texture of glass, which Luo Xuanyi captured in her palm.
There is no one left in Guning Village.
My favorite three brothers and sisters of the Dong family are all offline~ The trial version of the evil ghost tactics is completed, and the big map is ready to be officially opened. The righteous people have been waiting for a long time hh
Something happened tonight, I'll make up for it tomorrow~
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