Chapter 69 Corpse Village and Glass Flower House (Part 4) Leaving the Village at the Second Watch...
Will I love her forever?
Shi Xianxue said with a sense of loss, "Once you recover your cultivation and regain all your memories, you won't treat me like this anymore. You will definitely hate me and never want to see me again."
Wu Xiutang also knew that she had lost many memories, and hearing her say this, he knew that there must have been many unpleasant things between the two of them.
But once he sobers up, will he really hate her and never want to see her again?
Wu Xiutang didn't know, he only knew that when he woke up and saw her for the first time, he felt genuinely happy, warm and joyful.
He wanted to kiss her, hold her, possess her, and make her his own regardless of her wishes.
He didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like if the two of them really parted ways after he regained his memories.
“If that day ever comes, I’ll just kill you,” the boy replied resolutely.
He dislikes compromise and wishing everyone well; he wants to destroy all those who oppose him or do not comply with his wishes.
This was his most genuine first thought.
Shi Xianxue was startled and pulled away from his embrace.
She frowned and stared at him, seeing the murderous look in his eyes as if he wanted to devour her alive.
For a moment, she almost thought that Wu Xiutang had regained his memories.
She licked her lips anxiously.
Perhaps Wu Xiutang's docility these past two days was like a frog being slowly boiled in water for her; the sudden change left her unable to accept it for a while, and even somewhat flustered.
So he took a step back to create some distance between himself and Wu Xiutang, wanting to get a clearer look at Wu Xiutang's expression.
"What did you say?"
The fragrance in his arms was fleeting, and the step back allowed him to see the guilty conscience and nervousness that flashed across Shi Xianxue's face.
This successfully enraged him.
This made him wonder if the bad things she said were a lie, if she was toying with his feelings, or if she had betrayed him.
Wu Xiutang was handsome, with high eyebrows and deep-set eyes. Under the cover of night, the negative emotions welling up from the depths of his heart made his downfall even more aggressive.
"Didn't you hear me, sister?" He approached, his eyes predatory and erosive. "I don't want to hate you, sister, and I don't want to be separated from you. But if you do something to wrong me, it's fine if things continue like this. But if one day I'm unlucky enough to remember you, given my personality, I will never let go. The only way to appease me is to kill you and end it all."
Shi Xianxue's lips were chapped from the cold wind, and she felt a tightness in her chest, making it hard to breathe. "Are you threatening me?"
She had completely forgotten that it was precisely this extreme, dark, and reckless nature of Wu Xiutang that made him so.
Wu Xiutang frankly admitted, "I love my sister and want to be with her forever. If I do anything to betray her or something she can't accept, then by the same token, she can kill me, and I will never resist."
A heavy weight was fastened around her waist, and the boy's strong body, radiating heat, plunged straight into her territory.
"Let your sister do as she pleases."
The tone of his words didn't suggest he was giving her free rein; it was clear he intended to deal with her quietly.
"Okay." Shi Xianxue teased him by touching his face, then withdrew her hand and bit her lip in a wronged manner.
"Even if you say that, I still feel so scared and sad, I'm about to cry."
As she spoke, her eyes began to redden. The tear ducts that had been blocked in the afternoon were now like a dam bursting open. Her round eyes quickly became misty, and the crystal tears fell like dense raindrops, unable to bear the weight.
Wu Xiutang didn't expect Shi Xianxue to start acting out so suddenly. When he saw her tears, Wu Xiutang felt his scalp tingle and was about to loosen his grip on her as if he were frightened. But how could Shi Xianxue let him have his way? She stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his strong shoulders to prevent him from avoiding her.
"Are you going to kill me? I knew it. You always repay kindness with enmity. I went to so much trouble to save you, and you still want to kill me."
“I didn’t… I only want you…” Wu Xiutang’s body tensed up, and he subconsciously denied it.
"As long as I do anything, does your affection for me come with conditions?" Shi Xianxue released him heartbrokenly. "Then just kill me now, you'll remember sooner or later anyway."
The pattering tears were like a gentle drizzle falling on Wu Xiutang's heart, causing his chest to tremble and begin to swell uncomfortably. Seeing that her crying was becoming more and more heartbreaking and urgent, Wu Xiutang loosened his clenched jaw, and his sharp brows began to show helplessness.
I misspoke.
He changed his words in defeat, and the pride unique to young people made him look away with some embarrassment.
“I won’t kill you, even though you betrayed me…” the boy ground his back teeth, “I will forgive you.”
Shi Xianxue cried more and more sadly, as if she wanted to make up for all the sadness of the afternoon, and her tears gradually became uncontrollable.
Wu Xiutang had no idea that his words could hurt Shi Xianxue so much. He couldn't care less about his pride or embarrassment.
"Sister, don't cry."
He pleaded with her, in a humble tone, "If you don't like what I'm saying, I'll never say it again."
Seeing Shi Xianxue's eyes redden and her face wet with tears, looking pitiful, Wu Xiutang felt like killing himself.
He frantically wiped away her tears, but no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't stop. Shi Xianxue cried until she was completely silent, as if she would faint at any moment.
His body stiffened with tension, and his naturally cold voice held a soft, pleading tone: "Sister, please, don't cry."
Shi Xianxue couldn't hear him, so she let go of him and started crying while covering her face.
Like a fledgling bird that can't find its way home.
Wu Xiutang wanted to hug her, but she whimpered and dodged away. Just when he was completely at a loss, a few fragmented memories suddenly flashed through his mind.
It was fleeting, so fast that he couldn't grasp it.
So Wu Xiutang hesitantly opened the Wuliang cloth bag, picked out a small fox made of mutton fat jade, and handed it over.
"Sister, look."
Shi Xianxue took a moment to glance at it while she was weeping bitterly.
The crying suddenly stopped.
The little fox was pure white, its eyes blurred with tears, but when the tears fell, Shi Xianxue realized that the little fox was actually carved from jade.
The fur and eyes are incredibly lifelike, and the expression is full of lively spirit. A small red hat is worn between the two white fox ears.
Shi Xianxue felt something was amiss, but just as she was about to say something, she suddenly remembered the mechanical beasts in the basement of the city lord's mansion.
She was also wearing a red hat that looked out of place, like a nurse's cap.
Compared to the mechanical beasts in the city lord's mansion, this little fox is clearly made with more care and is more visually appealing.
Seeing that her attention was indeed drawn to it, Wu Xiutang breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious, and tapped the little fox's hat with his bony knuckles.
Shi Xianxue was astonished to see that the little fox's ears folded inwards, its eyelashes trembled, its entire body began to shake, and the white jade fragments turned into fluorescent light in the air. The little fox had actually come back to life.
The lifeless white jade transformed in the blink of an eye into a vivid little spirit beast. Its fur was soft and fluffy, as white as the clouds in the sky, and its tail turned into white spiritual mist when it took flight.
The little fox nuzzled Shi Xianxue's chin with its round head, making soft, whimpering noises.
“This should be something I made a long time ago, and it’s always been kept in my Wuliang bag. I think it’s meant for you, sister.” His calloused fingers wiped away the tears still clinging to her face, his voice filled with a smile and certainty.
"Because my sister is just as cute as it."
Shi Xianxue's girlish heart melted; she hugged the sweet and soft little fox and immediately stopped crying.
Seeing her joyful expression, Wu Xiutang felt a ticklish, itchy feeling in his heart, as if scratched by a cat. But soon, he sensed something was amiss, so he narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a meaningful gaze.
Shi Xianxue hugged the little white fox tightly, "Why are you looking at me like that? A gift given away is like water spilled; once it's given to me, it's mine."
“Since I gave it to you, I naturally won’t take it back. I was just thinking—” Wu Xiutang paused, his brow twitching slightly.
"Did you use this trick to control me before, making me unable to resist you and helpless?"
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Shi Xianxue was in a bad mood, which caused the atmosphere in the entire courtyard to become gloomy as well.
The flamingo loves to eat apples. It had hidden a bag of apples in Shi Xianxue's sleeve, but ever since the divination diagram was torn up, its apples have been picked up and eaten by the withered ghosts who couldn't eat human flesh and had to settle for second best.
I managed to snatch back a few, but Xiaomei stole and ate quite a few of them.
The flamingo has become depressed.
It went to the Glass Flower House to find Shi Xianxue, and saw her planting flowers and plants with great enthusiasm, so it used its beak to pick up a shovel and went over to help.
Wu Xiutang was busy somewhere, so the fire ibis became quite unrestrained and started talking to Shi Xianxue in a very unruly manner.
"Snow, when are we going to get out? There's nothing here, not even apples, just some sour wild berries that taste awful."
Shi Xianxue used a small shovel to straighten the flowers that the withered ghosts had trampled and replanted them. Hearing the fire ibis's complaints, she didn't even look up and replied, "I think it's delicious. It's sweet and sour and very appetizing. If you don't like those, Wu Xiutang has plum sugar, which is made with dried plums and perilla. It's just as sweet."
The flamingo's eyes were wide open, dripping with tears.
"That's hilarious! I wouldn't dare steal food from the withered ghost, so why would I dare ask my master for food?" It nuzzled Shi Xianxue's back with its bird body. "Please, my master is alright now. What's the point of us staying here? Let's go out quickly. Xiaomei wants to go out and see the world too."
Shi Xianxue jabbed the small shovel into the soil, plopped down on it, and pressed her tongue against her cheek, looking somewhat displeased.
Taking advantage of Wu Xiutang's absence, the flamingo began to stab.
"Am I wrong? What are you so obsessed with? Don't you want your master to regain his cultivation and memories?" The fire ibis saw right through her. "But even if we leave the Corpse Village, your master might not recover. What are you so afraid of?"
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Shi Xianxue patted the dirt off her hands and stood up, her expression somber. "I will get out of here. Give me some more time."
She just didn't expect this day to come so soon.
Wu Xiutang suddenly started sleeping more. He spent seven or eight hours a day sleeping. At first, Shi Xianxue thought he was recovering from a serious illness and had lost his vitality. However, as the days went by, this condition became more and more serious.
Wu Xiutang said he wanted to build himself a swing and left early in the morning, but Shi Xianxue waited for him to return for a long time.
Finally, led by Xiaomei, they found him asleep, leaning against a tree in the deep forest.
A withered ghost had been following him. Seeing that Wu Xiutang had been asleep for a long time and showed no signs of waking up, it dared to approach. Just as it raised its arm to take a bite of its dinner, it was kicked away by Shi Xianxue who had arrived.
She first checked him for any external injuries, then checked his breathing to make sure he was asleep before she finally felt relieved.
Wu Ying also fell into a deep sleep.
She carried Wu Xiutang back, only to be splashed with cold water by the fire ibis.
"Quickly bring up the master's coffin. Who is such a good person who is so sleepy? I'm afraid it won't be long before the master dies."
Shi Xianxue silently wiped his face.
The fire ibis came over to check on Wu Xiutang's condition. After looking at him for a few moments, it couldn't help but sigh and say, "Without a soul, Master is as good as without cultivation. His spiritual meridians can't circulate, and you've replaced his blood. The cold poison can't be suppressed. Even if you infuse Master with spiritual power, it's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."
"Perhaps, before long, the master will die peacefully in his sleep."
Looking at the pale face of the boy in her arms, Shi Xianxue made a decision without further hesitation.
"Let's go, we'll leave the village first thing tomorrow morning."
She wanted to take Wu Xiutang to the Qingyun Sect and the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion, where there were so many powerful beings with cultivation levels above the Integration Stage. They would surely have a way to save Wu Xiutang.
Even if they were powerless, Shi Xianxue still had one last resort.
But what no one expected was...
Just as they were about to leave the forest, a dark purple-black demonic cloud gathered from the southwest. The cloud was accompanied by black lightning, just like the one Song Qingshu had seen in her illusion. It arrogantly and recklessly released beams of light that struck all parts of the continent, and then began to absorb energy, growing stronger layer by layer.
The boy beside her was drowsy and not fully awake.
Shi Xianxue touched her face, thinking she was seeing things.
The ancient demon race was sealed away, and the demons outside are no match for the sects that have produced many outstanding talents. So for many years, they have been hiding and passively taking hits. But now, they are parading around on such a large scale, which means that they are no longer afraid of the strength of those sect cultivators.
This also precisely illustrates—
Something went wrong with the seal.
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