Chapter 70
Chapter Seventy
My throat was itchy, and it hurt to swallow. I got up from the ground and looked at the person at the highest point: "Where will you be tomorrow?"
Shang Mang ignored her and turned his back. I knew he wouldn't talk to me; he probably thought I was crazy. Falling down from that height, I felt like my whole body was falling apart. My throat hurt too. There was no need to risk my life against him; my life was more important.
I left you with the words, "I'll come see you again tomorrow," and slowly turned and left.
Shang Mang watched my departing figure, then touched his chest. His chest felt empty, yet there was a strange, numb, and chaotic feeling inside.
I limped away, wanting to turn back and see if he was reluctant to leave me, but I left without hesitation. After all, what if he realized my true intentions later? Suddenly, I thought of snapping my own neck, and with that thought, I walked a little faster.
I went outside and touched my neck; it was burning hot.
She felt like her neck was about to break. She coughed a few times, but felt no other discomfort, so she started to return the way she came.
I want to test his awakening, using the villain as an example. If the villain can awaken, then others certainly can too. If they can, then other ways to get out of here aren't out of the question.
Although the idea was a bit naive, it was the only good solution I could think of. Ever since I met that woman, I felt my spirits were deteriorating day by day.
I need to do something to make myself less prone to breaking down, try all the impossibilities first, and then...
I reckon they'll really go crazy by then.
Arriving in a strange world, she persevered for seventeen years with only the belief that she wanted to go home. It turns out she wasn't alone; there were many others who had been abducted to this world.
Back at my lodgings, Xiao Zheyu was gone, and judging from Zhou Xiuqi's expression, it didn't seem like a cheerful conversation. I was also quite tired and didn't want to talk much.
Hearing the noise, Zhou Xiuqi opened his eyes and immediately saw the marks on my neck: "Did you go out and get into a fight?" His interrogative tone was like that of a serious older brother, which made me feel a little guilty.
Even if you're in the wrong, you have to be strong-willed.
“Now that you’re lying here, someone has to go out and clear away those living corpses on the road.”
Zhou Xiuqi lowered his eyes: "I will be fine tomorrow, you don't need to go out anymore."
I thought to myself, even if you get better, I still have to go out and finish my own things, but I said, "Okay."
I propped my head up and looked at Zhou Xiuqi: "What do you think is the difference between me and those people?" I tried to get some information out of Zhou Xiuqi, hoping that my words would elicit some information from him.
Zhou Xiuqi leaned against a pillar: "With whom?"
Even though I didn't succeed in getting him to agree, I wasn't discouraged. I felt that even if I told him I was from another world, he wouldn't react much. He would probably just say that I was sick and that I should get treatment.
Such words.
I smiled and told him, "Actually, I'm from another world. I came here with a mission, and I have been since I was a child."
Zhou Xiuqi stared at me strangely, but I didn't care. I was just saying it to make myself feel better, otherwise I would have been really bottling it up.
Zhou Xiuqi lowered his eyes: "Your brain isn't fully healed."
As expected, I didn't argue. I took out a foxtail grass I had picked from outside, put it in my mouth, and swung it around.
People only believe what they see with their own eyes, which further strengthened my resolve to awaken the demon fetus to its own consciousness.
That night, I had a rare dream about my grandmother. I don't know why, but I couldn't see her face clearly. I could only watch her getting further and further away from me. I reached out to grab her, but my foot stepped on the edge of a cliff, and I fell forward. The feeling of falling made me tremble.
I opened my eyes; it was already daylight outside. I turned my head, and Zhou Xiuqi was gone. He actually got up so early to catch ghosts; he really had a sense of responsibility.
I rubbed my eyes, stared blankly outside for a while, then remembered what I needed to do today. I got ready and set off immediately. He might not be waiting for me in the same place; I might have to search for him all over Lin'an today.
But as expected, I saw him again, at the same mountain of corpses as yesterday. Standing at the foot of the mountain, he stepped on a human skull, ground it down, and then kicked it with all his might.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was kicked to my feet. I looked at the hollow bone on the ground, with bits of meat still stuck to it, gnawed by maggots.
I feel a little nauseous.
I looked up, and Shang Mang stood there looking at me: "You still dare to come."
I gave a standard smile: "Didn't I say yesterday that I was coming to see you?"
He couldn't find a rebuttal, so he just snorted and turned away. Why does he like to kill people in white? Doesn't he think his clothes get dirty?
To awaken someone's consciousness, I can only think of something for now: talking to him about his memories. I must remind him that I was the one who saved him.
First, save my life.
I shouted, "I really did save your life. That day the mansion was on fire, and I rushed in and brought you out."
His back remained unresponsive.
It's no use, he has no memory of it at all. Why is that? Was the scene where I saved him not in the original book? Are scenes not in the original book deleted?
Is this a system rule?
I'm still thinking about the problem.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and sand got into my eyes. I raised my hand to rub my eyes.
With my eyes closed, the wind stopped.
I opened my eyes, and Shang Mang's magnified face appeared before me. His lips were blood-red, his face was deathly pale, and he suddenly pressed his face against mine. I could only look at him from bottom to top.
His eyes are so long.
Shang Mang curled his lips into a smile: "You saved me?"
"Do you know that saying this hurts me more than killing me?"
I took a deep breath; he smelled so strongly of blood, it was awful.
I fearlessly picked up on his words: "So what if I saved you?"
Shang Mang raised his hand, traced a line across my face, and finally across my neck, making a horizontal cut: "With so many people in the world, do you Taoists remember every single one of them?" He didn't answer my question directly, and I didn't say anything more.
She tilted her chin up in response and looked into his eyes.
Stare into his eyes.
Shang Mang's eyes were blood red. Looking at them for a long time would make you feel cold, and hatred, regret, and pain would rise in his eyes.
When you want to understand someone, look closely into their eyes. People who can disguise themselves have very dead eyes, like a calm lake. If you throw a pebble in, there will be ripples, but they will disappear quickly.
His emotions were indistinct and complex, reflected in his eyes.
Shang Mang was annoyed. He raised his hand and pushed my face to the side. I turned my face to the side and said coldly, "Leave here."
Why is her gaze always so direct, as if she wants to pierce him?
I touched my face where he had slapped me, and surprisingly, I felt a strange sense of pity. Perhaps it was because, given his usual behavior, this seemed too lenient.
They thought they were going to twist her skull off, but it turned out they just gave it a light push.
I retorted, "I'm not leaving. Whatever you do today, I'll do too."
Shang Mang looked down at him and said, "I'm going to kill someone today. Do you want to come with me?"
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