Chapter 90
Chapter 90
Meng Yuan could vaguely see through her fingers that he was wearing a white undergarment, and only then did she feel relieved. Lowering her hand, she thought for a moment that perhaps Shang Mang had no idea what the actual wedding process should be like. Thinking this, her expression relaxed considerably.
Unexpectedly, the next second, her lips were firmly sealed with a kiss. Her head tilted back, but Shang Mang pressed it down with his hand. She couldn't go in, and she couldn't back out. Her hands pressed against Shang Mang's chest, and Shang Mang mumbled, "What are you celebrating?"
His eyes held a genuine smile: "I know everything I'm supposed to know."
Meng Yuan couldn't accept it and barely managed to push him away, but Shang Mang's entire weight pressed down on her, forcing him to kneel on the bed. Meng Yuan tore a small hole in his undergarment. She collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, "Wait, wait, wait, is this the time to do this?"
Shang Mang rubbed her hair: "Isn't this how it's supposed to be on our wedding night?"
Meng Yuan's mind raced, and she said, "We have different customs for marriage in our area."
Upon hearing this, Shang Mang immediately stopped moving: "What are your rules over there?"
Seeing that he believed her, Meng Yuan quickly replied, "Yes!"
"Our custom is that a man cannot touch his wife for three years before marriage, in order to test his sincerity."
In her haste, Meng Yuan blurted out, "Besides, you've never said you like me, so how can you do these intimate things with me?" These words burned within her for a long time. When she finally uttered them, her lips went numb, and she slowly shrank back into the corner from beneath him.
She felt like slapping herself to death for what she had just said; those were words she should never have uttered, even if it meant death.
Shang Mang remained in his position, straightening his upper body, and got off the bed. Meng Yuan thought he had truly given up, but then she saw his shoulders start to tremble.
Enraged, Meng Yuan jumped to her feet with a loud thud, then collapsed back to her knees in pain. Her mouth still taunted, "Damn it, what are you laughing at?"
Shang Mang turned around and pressed his lips together: "I'm willing."
Bang!
The stick whistled through the air and struck Zhou Xiuqi on the back. Zhou Xiuqi gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Ling Daozi's face darkened: "You're happy to do this, granting their wish. What about the world? What about the reputation of us Daoists!"
"Has everything I've taught you over the years been eaten by dogs?!"
Zhou Xiuqi relented, "I know what I'm doing." Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, but Ling Daozi showed no concern and struck him down with the stick again. Zhou Xiuqi fell forward, sprawling on the ground.
He took deep breaths to relieve the pain.
Ling Daozi scolded, "How dare you talk back!"
“Zhou Xiuqi, from the day you entered my Qingyou Temple, I warned you what the phrase ‘being unable to control one’s own destiny’ means. What are you doing now? What are you doing right now!”
Ling Daozi slammed his stick down, furious and anxious, and collapsed weakly into a chair.
"What a sin, what a sin! Meng Yuan's blood has attracted ghosts since she was a child. I've been on guard against it all, because I was afraid that her blood would be used by ghosts. And you, you've personally delivered her into the mouth of a ghost fetus. And you still dare to stop me, to obstruct me."
“He won’t.” Zhou Xiuqi stood up, trembling all over. “He won’t.”
Seeing that he remained stubborn and wouldn't let go, Ling Daozi became suspicious: "What are you and he plotting?"
Zhou Xiuqi looked at Ling Daozi: "Master, you once told me that only by standing high can one see the lights of thousands of homes, but we are not standing high enough."
“Someone stands higher than us. We kill a thousand ghosts, and he produces ten thousand.”
"For Lin'an to be peaceful, someone needs to pay the price."
Ling Daozi realized something was wrong and stood up from his chair: "What exactly are you doing?"
Boom—
Suddenly, thunder rumbled outside. Ling Daozi looked out and saw a dark figure standing in the flash of white light. The door was rattling in the wind, and the half-closed door was pushed open by the person.
The man spoke in a hoarse voice: "Shang Mang, where is he?"
Ling Daozi blocked Zhou Xiuqi's path: "Who are you?" He warily put his hands behind his back and made a spell.
The shadowy figure repeated, "Shang Mang, where is he?" He was expressionless, as if he were merely a puppet completing a task.
Ling Daozi said, "We don't know where he is."
Boom
Boom
Two thunderous cries, gurgling, gurgling.
Zhou Xiuqi stared wide-eyed at the severed head that had rolled before him, while Ling Daozi's eyes remained wary. Blood spurted out, instantly turning Zhou Xiuqi into a blood-soaked figure.
The cold blade pressed against his forehead.
"Where is Shang Mang?" He looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any light.
Zhou Xiuqi forced a smile and slowly raised his head: "Go to the underworld to find him. He will be waiting for you there."
*Pfft*
Xiao Zheyu stood behind the man, expressionless. After stabbing the jade sword into his heart, the man looked down at the jade sword that had pierced him and sneered, "I'm already in the underworld."
He raised his sword, ready to strike, but Zhou Xiuqi quickly rolled over on the ground, moved to the side, and stood up by supporting himself on a pillar.
Xiao Zheyu drew her jade sword, and as she dodged, the man's sword grazed her other half, slicing off a small section of her sleeve. Xiao Zheyu didn't seem to care, and simply turned aside, asking, "Who are you?"
The man still didn't answer, and asked coldly, "Where is Shang Mang?"
Zhou Xiuqi and Xiao Zheyu exchanged a glance, then stopped talking to him and attacked him head-on.
The room was filled with things scattered about, and bloodstains stained the red silk.
Cong Rong hesitated for a moment before the door, raising her hand. If they were inside, she couldn't hesitate; His Highness needed her. She pushed open the door. Inside, one was standing and the other sitting, completely unaware of what was happening outside, showing no sign of tension.
Meng Yuan, still dressed in her wedding attire, peeked out from under the bed: "Cong Rong? What happened? Why is your face so pale?" She asked several questions in a row, but Cong Rong could only answer one: "A madman came to the main hall and killed Ling Daozi. He is now fighting to the death with the princess and Zhou Daoren."
“That madman came for you.” Cong Rong stared straight at Shang Mang.
Shang Mang has many enemies, but I never thought of who it might be.
Meng Yuan's face turned pale, and she only asked, "You're saying my master is dead?"
Cong Rong should have been more subtle, but the situation didn't allow it, so she nodded. Meng Yuan suddenly felt a splitting headache; the countdown to completing the mission had reached its final day, and in the original story, Ling Daozi was also killed by Shang Mang on this final day. Although this time Shang Mang didn't kill her directly, she still died because of him.
Meng Yuan quickly climbed out of bed: "I want to go take a look."
Shang Mang frowned deeply.
Meng Yuan looked at him: "Did you arrange this?"
Shang Mang said, "Are you doubting me?"
Meng Yuan shook her head: "No." But her attitude turned cold. If Shang Mang wanted her to stay, so he forcibly rewrote the ending she had changed, what was she supposed to do?
Did Shang Mang not know that if the mission failed, she would die? Or was it that Shang Mang's initial statement about wanting to kill her was genuine, and that from the beginning, he was only seeking revenge, harboring resentment, and tormenting her by giving her another lifetime?
Meng Yuan was lost in thought again, and quickened her pace as she walked forward.
After the thunder, raindrops pattered on the tiles, soaking her bright red dress. Shang Mang squinted, touching the silver ring on his hand. Who dared to come out and cause trouble at this time?
Is he one of his people?
Zhou Xiuqi and Xiao Zheyu were struggling to defeat him, even though the two of them were fighting him alone. This man was ruthless and killed without regard for his own life. He had many wounds, but he continued to kill relentlessly, as if he felt no pain. He was not afraid of death at all; he was there to take their lives.
Zhou Xiuqi was still injured, and his movements aggravated his wounds, making his face even paler.
Xiao Zheyu looked at him: "You can't move anymore."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiuqi said, "I can't watch you get hurt."
The only thing he couldn't do was to avoid seeing her sad again.
Xiao Zheyu closed his eyes: "If you die this time, I'll go down and join you."
Zhou Xiuqi didn't speak, but silently thought, "Don't die. They've already died so many times. And now, after all this time, they're going to die again."
The thought suddenly made him resolute. He wiped his blood on the evil spirit, which glowed with a white light, shimmering brilliantly. Meng Yuan and the others arrived just then. The dazzling white light blinded Meng Yuan, but she was very familiar with this move. How could it be now? How could it be like this?
She wanted to stop everything, but she was just an ordinary transmigrator.
After the white light faded, three people were lying on the ground: Xiao Zheyu, Zhou Xiuqi, and a man.
Zhou Xiuqi was covered in blood, his face as pale as paper. Xiao Zheyu hugged him and leaned on his shoulder: "You're playing the hero again."
Do you really enjoy dying that much?
Xiao Zheyu clenched his fist. Zhou Xiuqi's eyes were weak, his breathing shallow, and he smiled: "You won't die with me."
Xiao Zheyu pinched the tip of his nose: "How do you know I won't? Once you're no longer breathing, I'll kill myself."
Zhou Xiuqi covered her hand with his: "Because, it's too silly."
“Ah Chai has always been a smart man.” He kept talking.
“Ah Chai, this time I’m not dying for the world, I’m dying for you.”
Xiao Zheyu suddenly rubbed his palm: "I have never resented you."
Two pieces of wood collide and make a sound, but that's all; only when they're put together do they become whole.
They were like two pieces of wood.
Zhou Xiuqi fell silent. Meng Yuan felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked at the person on the ground and lunged at him, shouting, "I'll kill you!"
She didn't know why she was angry—whether it was because of herself, because of Zhou Xiuqi, because of Ling Daozi, or because of her own powerlessness.
In short, she angrily punched him in the face again and again.
Shang Mang didn't pull her, he just watched quietly, but the man saw him out of the corner of his eye and suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"Shang Mang! Haha ...
Shang Mang paused upon hearing the voice, stepped forward, and helped the weak Meng Yuan to her feet. Meng Yuan glared at him and said, "He knows you."
Shang Mang saw her red eyes and said, "You don't believe me." This time he didn't doubt, but was certain that Meng Yuan had fallen into doubt and wouldn't listen to anyone.
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