Chapter 126 Night Candle Rules 4: Hatred.
In the realm of ghosts, the sky is indistinguishable between day and night. After nightfall, it seems as if all light sources have been swallowed up, and not even light is reflected. Yet, when this fire burns, it seems to burn half the sky red.
The massive energy wave sent people flying, and Nanmen Jue was also knocked to the ground, but she quickly got up and picked up the fire/arrow/tube that had fallen to the side.
"Stunned" is an understatement to describe the expressions on everyone's faces.
Seeing that Nanmen Jue was about to fire a second shot, Mo Gui rushed forward in a fit of rage and grabbed Nanmen Jue's arm.
"What are you doing? Didn't you want to save them? Why do you have to do this? It was the same in the last world, and it's the same in this world. If you want to save them, why are you killing them? If you want to kill them, why are you saving them? Why, why, why?!"
The boy's screams were heart-wrenching, his round almond-shaped eyes red and glistening with clear tears in the firelight.
His voice mingled with the buzzing in her ears after the explosion, making it difficult for Nanmen Jue to hear clearly, but she roughly understood what he meant.
"Get out of the way." She had no time to explain, nor did she intend to. She shook off Mo Gui and was about to fire the next shot.
She chose the method that would kill people the fastest, but with only one shot, there might still be someone who survives by sheer luck—
Just then, it seemed as if something alive was moving in the burning ruins.
Nanmen Jue's heart skipped a beat, and the creature slowly crawled outwards.
All the reincarnators who witnessed this scene held their breath, and even Zhang Jin's expression vanished.
It was a person, her whole body burning, part of her body already carbonized, but she was moving her arms, desperately trying to move herself outward, out of the flames, towards that possible glimmer of hope.
Nanmen Jue recognized her; her finger was already on the launch button, but it began to tremble.
Beneath the charred skin, a pair of blood-red eyes were revealed. Just hours before, those eyes had been smiling at Nanmen Jue, happily saying that they were all going to be saved.
Tang Shi stopped; she had also seen Nanmen Jue.
She stared at Nanmen Jue in disbelief, at the weapon in her hand, and at her pale face, which was painted blood red by the flames.
“No,” she said.
Her voice couldn't reach this side, but the bodies of the reincarnators had been enhanced, and that silent and hoarse accusation was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes.
"Why?" she asked.
"You beast!" she roared.
Mo Gui, who had just gotten up again, trembled as he released Nanmen Jue's arm and backed away step by step.
Nanmen Jue was closest to her, and Mo Gui also stood very close in order to catch her. He not only saw her, but he also heard her.
At this distance, he believed that Nanmen Jue could hear him too, so he looked at Nanmen Jue's back with trembling eyes, unable to tell whether his eyes contained despair or hope.
Will Jue Ge save her? Will she wake up? He still feels like it's all a nightmare, and this scene is like something tearing open the sky of his world, pouring down all the things that cause him pain, making it hard for him to breathe.
He suddenly felt that the figure in front of him was so clear, yet incredibly far away.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Nanmen Jue fired his second shot.
When the second shot arrived, another, larger and more intense flame ignited, and a more violent energy wave spread out. This time, everyone was experienced and quickly retreated.
Nanmen Jue didn't move. She stood firmly in front of the shockwave, watching the explosion engulf those unwilling and hateful eyes.
She knew Mo Gui hadn't moved either, but he was standing behind her, and she had shielded him from most of the impact, so he only fell, and some of the skin on his face was burned by the high temperature.
Nanmen Jue's face was also injured, but she had a huge amount of health now, so this injury was nothing.
She turned around and silently looked at the others. Anyone who accidentally made eye contact with her quickly looked away. Only Zhang Jin stared straight at her, scrutinizing her with his eyes.
Nanmen Jue was too lazy to pay him any attention.
She did want to kill Zhang Jin, but if the two faced off now, she estimated that she had virtually no chance of winning, so she didn't intend to waste her efforts; she still needed to grow stronger.
She glanced at the others and walked up to Mo Gui, who was closest to her.
Mo Gui was still staring blankly at the fire, seemingly completely unaware that Nanmen Jue was standing right in front of him.
“A gift,” she said.
Before Mo Gui could react, a candle was shoved into his hand.
Mo Gui lowered his head, his pupils trembling, not even knowing what had happened.
The gift item is called "Your Fine Next Second Mine," and its function is rather useless. It can turn things that are not items into items and give them to the reincarnator.
Non-item items are easy to steal, but items are bound to the reincarnator, making them difficult to steal unless the reincarnator consents.
Because its function is rather useless, its side effects are also negligible. It's just that most people rarely buy this kind of item, and only rich players like Nanmen Jue who sweep up whatever they see would inexplicably hoard a bunch of them.
Upon witnessing this scene, some people didn't understand, while others saw it clearly.
"A candle! Why was he given to him alone?"
"Shh, didn't you hear him say that he knew Boss Nanmen back in the last world?"
"Did they use some kind of prop?"
Do you know what that prop is used for?
While the group was whispering among themselves, Zhang Jin suddenly burst out laughing. He crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Nanmen Jue, are you trying to prevent me from taking his things?"
Upon hearing this, those who were unaware of the situation suddenly understood.
If Nanmen Jue simply takes out the candle and places it on the ground, who would dare to snatch it from Zhang Jin? While this doesn't guarantee that Zhang Jin won't try to snatch it, it at least increases the difficulty and makes him more wary.
Many eyes were fixed on the candle in Mo Gui's hand, filled with burning envy and jealousy.
Candles are the very foundation of survival in this world; who wouldn't want one?
But indeed, no one dared to rob it.
Nanmen Jue still ignored Zhang Jin, as if this living person was nothing but air. She walked to the next person and, amidst their stunned gaze, said, "A gift."
This tool is great in every way, except that you have to chant a spell to use it, like you're making a contract.
The other person stood there, looking even more dazed than Mo Gui. Nanmen Jue simply shoved a candle into his hand and then walked toward the next person.
In this way, Nanmen Jue distributed almost all the candles he received, and everyone except Zhang Jin got a share.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, the first person she assigned a task to was Mo Gui, and the last person was Wei Chongru. Unlike the stunned looks of the others, Wei Chongru looked at her with a very complicated expression.
"Brother Nanmen." He took the candle and called out softly.
Nanmen Jue didn't even glance at him, as if he were no different from a roadside stone. Wei Chongru's expression towards her became even more complicated.
After distributing the candles, Nanmen Jue turned and left without saying a word.
"Brother Jue!" Mo Gui's hoarse voice rang out from behind him again.
Nanmen Jue closed her eyes briefly, inwardly cursing the stupid boy. The more familiar he seemed with her, the more people would criticize him. Didn't he understand that?
But she understood that Mo Gui wasn't ignorant; he simply didn't care about anything.
This seemingly cheerful young man only cares about the people he cares about.
Nanmen Jue gritted his teeth and didn't respond. He strode away and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Once out of sight of others, Nanmen Jue could no longer suppress her trembling. With an average physical fitness level of just over 90, her legs became weaker and weaker as she walked, forcing her to stop and lean against the wall.
She lowered her head, took a few breaths, and slowly sat down against the wall.
The crow landed on her curled-up knees, at a height where it could meet her gaze, but Nanmen Jue didn't look at it.
The crow lowered its head and nuzzled her hand, which was resting on her knee, with its head.
"I thought I was mentally prepared," Nanmen Jue suddenly said. Even when her head was cracked open, she had never uttered such a weak voice.
“I understand,” the crow said softly.
Nanmen Jue chuckled, his tone self-deprecating, "Saying and doing are indeed two completely different things."
“You did a good job,” said the crow. “Tang Shi was an accident. The others didn’t suffer any pain. With a bang, they all passed away in their sleep, and when they woke up, they were in a safe world.”
"Her eyes were so bright, I've never seen such bright eyes before, eyes burning with resentment." Nanmen Jue felt a little cold. She took out a candle, lit it, and the faint light illuminated her pale face, her lips devoid of color.
The only color on her face at that moment was from the burns she had just suffered.
"She was so happy that night, thinking she was about to be saved."
“She was indeed saved,” said the crow.
"She must be in a lot of pain."
"She won't blame you when she finds out the truth."
Nanmen Jue closed her eyes. Long before she first used this ability, the crow had warned her, "You will be hated. Not everyone can bear hatred."
She thought she was ready, but just one look from him affected her.
Knowing what she would do after entering this world, she didn't want to laugh, nor could she. She couldn't establish an emotional connection with any of the natives. She tried her best to protect herself, but if human emotions were controllable, they wouldn't be emotions.
"This path isn't for you, give it up," the crow said softly. "You're too soft-hearted. Things like this will happen a lot more often in the future."
Nanmen Jue closed his eyes and pointed to his head. "Zhang Zhike is still watching. I promised her I would end all of this."
Zhang Zhi was a very well-behaved girl. When she realized that her presence would make Nanmen Jue uncomfortable, she deliberately fell into a deep sleep. She would only appear if Nanmen Jue encountered danger or actively woke her up.
The crow said, "You only promised her that one world, and you've already done that."
“How could there only be one world?” Nanmen Jue opened his eyes. “Enough of this nonsense. We’ve already come this far, what difference does it make whether I give up or not? I’m not afraid of death, but I don’t want to die yet. Xiao Nuo, I have to live.”
In a world where four top talents gather, who would believe there wasn't any behind-the-scenes manipulation?
As for the remaining, most mysterious golden-named figure, who is also the president of the Crimson Church…
Nanmen Jue gave a light snort. She quickly composed herself and didn't waste any props on healing the wounds on her face. She bent her knees, exerted her core strength, and stood up directly. Holding the candle, she walked step by step into the darkness.
She had a lot to do before she could destroy the anchor point.
For example, before going to sleep, she also received something: a map showing the distribution of other shelters drawn by Tang Shi, centered on the anchor point of this eerie realm.
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