Chapter 63
Chapter Sixty-Four
Meng Yingying rubbed her temples to relieve her headache. What exactly happened in Xinghua Village more than a decade ago? The carved characters all over Shouquanli were chaotic, looking like scribbles on the walls if you didn't look closely, densely packed. Who would write these things for no reason, unless it was a curse, she thought.
Suddenly, Shouquanli turned around, his withered eyes looking in their direction. Meng Yingying missed the best time to hide while she was thinking. Shouquanli slowly said, "Little Taoist, you and she are the same kind of people."
she?
who is she?
Countless voices in her mind began to reshape and reassemble into a person; her brain, which was like paste, was slowly being molded into a human shape.
Shouquan didn't linger in her direction for long. After a moment, he turned his gaze back and fondly touched the densely packed words on the wall, touching them repeatedly, as if he could feel the warmth of the person who sculpted them.
Looking at his expression, Meng Yingying recalled what Shou Changyue had told her: these words were carved by Teng Yu'e.
Something is burning, slowly and steadily.
crackling sound—
Meng Yingying turned around and saw Shou Quanli trembling as he lifted the white sheet. Shou Changxing was pale, his body covered in bruises, his face deathly white. He was lifeless. His head drooped slightly, a strand of white hair peeking out from his temple and flowing past his ear. But Meng Yingying smiled, bent down, and picked up Shou Changxing. She slowly walked inside, her steps lower and lower, further and further away.
Shou Changyue saw Shou Changxing's face through the window, and her numb face began to tremble.
crackling sound—
A series of sounds pierced her mind. She opened her eyes, and a fiery red light shone on her face, a wave of scorching heat washing over her. Tears welled up in her eyes physiologically.
A sharp scream echoed through the village.
With a thud, a person knelt down in front of the village entrance, their knees scraping against the mud as they moved forward, their mouth agape in terror: "No...no...no..."
Meng Yingying lowered her head, blood flowing past her feet. She slowly made out the man's face—it was Shou Changyue. Shou Changyue gripped the ground, his lips trembling: "Brother, Father...no!! No!!" He tried to stand, his fingers digging into the ground, leaving bloody marks with every step. He plunged his hand into the fire. The fire greedily devoured his flesh, leaving him numb. Cold sweat streamed down his face, mingling with the salty liquid as it fell into the dry earth.
His hand was pulled out of the sea of fire. Tan Yuhua dragged him aside and smiled, "Benefactor, what are you doing?"
Shou Changyue, her eyes bloodshot, suddenly stood up and lunged at him: "It was you, it was you! You set this place on fire! You! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
He grabbed Tan Yuhua by the neck, twisting her neck into a deformed shape with his force, but he didn't care at all, a smile appearing in his eyes: "Isn't this what you wanted?"
“Xinghua Village is a paradise, but it has been blinded by greed and has been killing and abusing female Taoist priests who come here. The secret recipe that your father refused to tell you is actually the heart's blood of the female Taoist priests.”
“When everyone in the village saw you lying on the ground like an animal, do you know what they were saying?” Tan Yuhua slowly recounted, mimicking their contemptuous tone: “Lying on the ground like a dog.”
"Having done such a despicable thing, if I were him, I would have ended my own life with a knife."
"How disgusting, who left him here?"
Each word was like a needle piercing Shou Changyue's heart, causing his body to fester: "I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Tan Yuhua opened her arms and burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahaha—kill me, fine, I saved you, but you want to kill the one who saved you."
Shou Changyue's forehead veins bulged, his whole body trembled, and tears kept falling.
"elder brother."
Shou Changyue suddenly turned around.
Shou Changxing stood in front of the sea of fire and smiled at him: "Brother, come back quickly."
Shou Changyue let go of his hand and stumbled towards Shou Changxing, embracing him tightly. Feeling his presence, she burst into tears of joy, sobbing uncontrollably, "A-Xing, A-Xing?"
Shou Changxing smiled, his eyes crinkling, and said, "Brother, I believed you didn't cheat, so I went to find them. But they beat me to death."
Shou Changyue sobbed uncontrollably. He reached out and smoothed Shou Changxing's wrinkled cheeks. Shou Changxing's face was beginning to fester, covered in blisters. He gently touched it: "Ah Xing, does it hurt?"
Shou Changxing shook his head.
Shou Changyue smiled, turned around and knelt down on the ground, prostrating himself forward and devoutly praying: "Immortal in the Jar, please grant me your wish, exchange my spirit for mine."
Behind him, Tan Yuhua picked up a wooden fish and began to strike it. The raging fire suddenly stopped, and everything transformed into a new painting that appeared before her eyes.
Tan Yuhua slightly raised her chin and said, "All of this is something the world owes you."
“All of this is what the world owes me.” He suddenly looked directly at Meng Yingying, revealing a chilling bitter smile, his mouth agape to his ears: “How can the world enjoy happiness when others are unfortunate?”
"This is a sin, and it is inequality. Only I, Ji Cang, can give all people in the world equality."
Complex and thick Sanskrit characters, tinged with the earthy smell, emerged from the ground, along with countless black hands that reached out to grab her.
Meng Yingying summoned calamities to defend herself. Those hands, soaked in the resentful aura, would be transformed into something unimaginable if touched. Meng Yingying did her best to resist, wielding her sword while simultaneously casting talismans.
To kill her, you'd have to shred her soul; otherwise, she'd be resurrected in this world. She absolutely will not allow her soul to remain here.
She gritted her teeth and shouted at Tan Yuhua, "Is that all you've got? Come on! Kill me!"
Meng Yingying used all her strength to draw his attention, and Tan Yuhua sneered: "Overestimating yourself."
The deafening sound of the bell reverberated in her ears, shaking her very soul. Suddenly, she was pushed forward. Someone patted her back, and a voice rang out: "Senior Meng!"
Xiao Zheyu, holding a short sword, walked to her side and glanced at her: "Meng Yuan, live well."
Upon hearing these words, Meng Yingying's pupils contracted sharply. She tried to twist her body, but found herself frozen in place. In front of her, Zhou Xiuqi stood in the center, Xiao Zheyu stood beside him, and Kong Fusheng and Cong Rong stood together, the group shielding her behind them.
Kong Fusheng turned his head, gave a thumbs-up, and said, "Senior Meng! Remember, I'm the number one at Wushuang Temple!" His cheerful and hearty voice pierced her ears. Confused, she asked, "What are you all doing?"
"What are you doing?" she repeated helplessly. Meng Yingying hated people sacrificing themselves in front of her; she hated them doing this. Just like her mother, who had tolerated what that beast had done to her for her sake, she hated others sacrificing themselves for her.
She hates hiding things.
She hates other people's sacrifices.
So he has always been sacrificing himself.
Amidst the flickering firelight, Zhou Xiuqi turned to look at her: "Meng Yuan, forgive yourself this time. Leaving here is the best way."
"Just stop being lenient with us."
The wind and sand swirled, stinging her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.
The moment Zhou Xiuqi turned around, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
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