Chapter 1488 Blood Feud!
"Hey, it hasn't sunk to the bottom yet! Can you afford to delay the Dragon King's enjoyment?!"
The boatman grinned maliciously, grabbed a bamboo pole from the boat, and used the sharp iron ferrule at the end of the pole to stab her hands as she paddled.
The woman quickly dove down; she grew up by the water and was a fairly good swimmer.
But the boatman didn't give up. He leaned out and used a bamboo pole to forcefully poke at the spot where she was floating in the water, again and again.
Sharp iron hoops dug into her shoulders, back, and thighs...
In the icy river, clusters of dark red gradually spread out.
She was like a wounded little animal trapped in the water, cruelly toyed with and tortured. Every time she tried to surface, she was met with even more vicious stabbings.
"Help...help me..."
A faint cry for help echoed across the river.
My grandfather once said that the stronger a person's will to live, the deeper their obsession and resentment will be after death.
Because they are attached to the human world and do not want to go to the underworld.
As if feeling it myself, the air in my lungs slowly ran out, and the pain of suffocation swept through my entire body.
Her body slowly sank, and the water plants at the bottom of the river, like countless ghostly hands that had been waiting for a long time, wrapped around her and dragged her into the depths of the silt.
Even more terrifying, in the last moment before her consciousness completely faded, she felt something gnawing at her.
......
The image disappeared, and I regained consciousness. My chest still felt tight, as if I was lacking oxygen.
I looked around and saw that Li Huai's face was deathly pale and his body was still trembling.
Luo Tianhe's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling, and he slammed his fist hard on the stone next to him.
Even the Daoist Zhang Qingxiao was rarely angered; the veins on his hand gripping the Thunderstrike Sword bulged, and his knuckles turned white from clenching his fist.
My stomach churned violently, as if I had swallowed countless silts, and my throat tightened.
At this moment, the wound on his back seemed numb in the face of this extremely cruel scene.
After the wet female ghost affected us and made us witness that scene, her figure fluctuated violently and almost collapsed.
However, that resentment and hatred had reached its peak.
The temperature in the yin area suddenly dropped, as if entering a cold storage.
She stared intently at us, her scarlet eyes seeming to be questioning us.
Then, with difficulty, she raised her swollen and festering hand, this time pointing not in a certain direction, but straight at her heart, and pulled it outwards with a violent tearing and digging motion.
Then she pointed at us, her finger passing over each of us in turn, and finally pointing to the sky.
For some reason, I understood her meaning from her actions!
Her heart was ripped out, a betrayal by her closest relatives. She wanted revenge, to make all those involved pay the price, and to make this cruel world pay the price.
But those who harmed her have probably long since turned to dust or even been reincarnated.
Her revenge is impossible to achieve, and her resentment can never be resolved!
As for taking revenge on Heaven and Earth, that's utter nonsense. Heaven is ruthless and treats all things as mere straw dogs.
"How can we help you?" Luo Tianhe asked hoarsely, his voice choked with barely suppressed anger, his blood boiling. "Those bastards, your father, that Master Wang, and the boatman, they should all go to the eighteenth level of hell and be tortured a hundred times a day!"
Upon hearing this, the black water surrounding the female ghost surged even more violently, dripping onto the ground and making a bubbling sound, as if it were boiling.
And then she did something that shocked us again!
She raised her pale, decaying hands and pushed her wet, long hair, which was plastered to her face, to the sides completely!
That's when we could finally see her face clearly!
Pale and swollen, with blurred features, covered with traces of water damage and tiny wounds from what appeared to be bitten.
Then she used her sharp fingers to slowly and forcefully carve several marks on her cheek—no, it should be said that she carved several words.
The handwriting was crooked and illegible, with the skin torn and bleeding, not to mention the countless old wounds mixed in. It took me a long time to figure out what it said.
Four characters: father, king, boat, water.
Every word is steeped in deep-seated hatred and blood feud.
Clearly, this is her obsession, and it has been extended to every single enemy!
Her father, Master Wang, the boatman, and even the merciless river that swallowed her—it was almost an unsolvable knot!
Daoist Zhang Qingxiao took a deep breath, forcibly calming his mind, and said in a deep voice:
“Young lady, we are aware of your injustice. But though the world is vast, cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable! Those who harmed you committed evil deeds in their lives, and their souls will surely be severely punished in the underworld after death, possibly never to be reincarnated!”
If you are willing to let go of your obsession and go to the underworld, you will be able to witness their fate firsthand. I can arrange to guide you so that you can see your enemies being punished right now!
This seems to be the only possible way to resolve her obsession: not by helping her take revenge, but by guiding her to see the punishment her enemies have already received.
The female ghost stopped moving, her scarlet eyes fixed on the Taoist priest, her resentment churning within her.
She was weighing her options, struggling with the question: could witnessing her enemy being tortured satisfy her thirst for revenge?
After a long while, she slowly shook her head.
The resentment and hatred did not dissipate; instead, it became even more solidified.
Not enough! Seeing it with your own eyes isn't enough!
She's determined to take revenge herself!
Moreover, she wanted an answer, a why!
Why was she sold? Why was fate so unfair to her?
However, the underworld cannot provide this answer, nor can we.
Her figure began to drift backward, merging into the gray-white mist at the edge of the Yin Realm, leaving only a puddle of putrid sewage on the ground.
We couldn't help but smile wryly, but there was nothing we could do.
We couldn't dispel her obsession, so we could only accept the outcome.
But suddenly a wisp of pure yet chilling yin energy drifted out from the mist and landed in the Taoist priest's hand.
I couldn't help but widen my eyes. This thing also appeared when that old man was converted!
Master Zhang Qingxiao's face showed a thoughtful expression, and then he patted that wisp of yin energy on my back.
Suddenly, I felt an itchy sensation on my back, as if granulation tissue was growing there.
The previously thin soul became solid at this moment.
Although she did not accept the Taoist priest's suggestion at all, she still gave him her own gift.
If it weren't for her tragic fate, she might have been a very good person.
We got what we wanted, but the pressure in our hearts didn't lessen; instead, it became even heavier.
Just as we were still feeling unsettled and preparing to catch our breath and think about how to deal with the last one,
The vengeful spirit of the child in the red bib, who had been squatting on the ground playing with his back to us, suddenly stopped shrugging his shoulders.
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