Chapter 102 Now I have seen the real King Yan

Lin Du threw away the net scarf. The wind from the fire became stronger. The loose hair on her forehead and back of her head was blown all over the place, making them a little curly. In the light of the fire, she became the messy yellow-haired kid again.

She smiled helplessly and stuffed two pills into her mouth, one to restore her soul and one to replenish her energy.

The night is still long, but dawn is not far away.

Lin Du raised his hand to open the door of life, pulled out the man who was already only breathing his last breath, and met his eyes.

She squatted down casually, "Who are you now?"

Tao Xian blinked his eyes. He didn't seem to have any injuries on his body, but the murderous aura in his body had already been surging. The disciple uniform he was wearing had long turned a dark ochre color, and his flesh felt like it was being pricked by sandpaper.

"Little...young Taoist priest..."

Lin Du took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Don't blame me. You can't control yourself. If you want to kill me, I can only kill you."

The cause and effect here does not count as wrongful killing.

Tao Xian smiled bitterly. He knew that although Lin Du loved to joke, most of the time, what he said was not a joke.

It was just like the way Lin Du interrogated Shao Fei, exactly the same as the way he interrogated him in Bai Ri Tangwu.

He is a mediocre person with pretty good spiritual roots. Although not as good as those extraordinary people in the Supreme Sect, he can still be a direct disciple in a large sect.

Many times, he always felt that he was just practicing in seclusion, but when he opened his eyes, he could feel something was wrong inside his body, as if... he had just walked out of the door and there were mud marks on the soles of his shoes from places he had not been to.

He thought he had some illness, such as wandering soul, or even amnesia. He had to fight for the allocation of resources from the Feixing Sect on his own. He didn't dare let anyone notice anything, so he was even more trembling in front of his master and worked even more diligently, for fear that he would be discovered one day.

But that mostly happened when he was in seclusion. He didn't expect that when he came here today, he would also suffer from such illness.

He tried his best to open his mouth, and a bit of fishy sweetness rolled out of his throat. He lay on the ground, tilted his head, and after a while, he spoke again, "Actually, I did have doubts about what the village woman said today."

"But I can't remember it, and I dare not think about it."

"How ridiculous is it that I would be involved with something like this, something so horrible..."

He had been an honest man all his life, and all he wanted was to live a better life within his means, find a partner, and live a peaceful life until the day he died.

He had never thought about ascension or great power.

He just wanted to live a good life, but why did it happen like this?

Lin Du lowered his eyes and looked at him, and said softly, "Your memory has been wiped, and the mark of distraction has been planted on you."

"It turns out that I'm not sick. Then I feel relieved..." He coughed lightly, without much effort. It was like a breath of anger rolling out, and then all his internal organs were shaken and hurt.

"It's not you." Lin Du lowered his eyes, "But the karma is on you."

Tao Xian's pupils slightly dilated, "Which turtle son of a bitch harmed me!"

He then thought about the person who cast such a curse on him, and he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the curse. He had been harboring evil all his life, but in the end he could not even kill the culprit himself. He breathed a sigh of relief again.

"I just want to save some money, find a Taoist partner, and live a good life. Little Taoist priest, how can I live a peaceful life... is it so difficult?"

Lin Du's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a long while, she said, "I'm sorry, I can't help... reminding you of the past."

Tao Xian's spirit had been damaged, and even if Yan Ye were here, there was no way to make him remember the past.

"You now have two choices. I will personally send you to the underworld."

Lin Du paused, "My master is a life-cultivator. I will eventually find your reincarnation and give you an opportunity."

"Second, wait until I kill the main soul. If the main soul is destroyed and there is nothing else to distract you, the soul mark will get out of control. You can slowly dissolve the soul after you have recovered your body."

Tao Xian no longer had any cautious and honest manner, and said what he wanted to say with a smile, "Now I finally see the real King Yan in action."

The meaning of what Lin Du said was very simple. It was up to him whether he lived or died, but she was going to kill him anyway.

Tao Xian suddenly understood something, "Little Taoist priest, please let me see the man behind me die with my own eyes. Then I will trouble you to send me off."

"The Feixing Sect probably won't support a useless person like me. Young Taoist priest, how many years have you been practicing Taoism? Before I met you, I thought I was a good candidate, but after meeting you, I realized how big the difference is between an ordinary talent and a genius."

Tao Xian finished a long speech with great effort, "When you communicate with the underworld, can you tell them to let me be born into a good family like you in my next life?"

"A good tire may not be a good tire," Lindu paused, "but there will definitely be one that is the same as mine."

Tao Xian's eyes flashed with hope, "What is it?"

"People whose spirits and souls are damaged will have congenital deficiencies." Lin Du said.

Tao Xian: ...He asked that question unnecessarily.

"Then you wait." Lin Du dug out a Yuan-Restoring Pill and kept Tao Xian alive for the time being. He pushed the man, who had long lost control of his body, against the door and used his spiritual power to cross his legs. He looked like a man who was injured and was meditating to regulate his breathing.

After Lin Du left, Tao Xian just stood at the door pretending to regulate his breathing, but in fact, only the elixir was forcing him to maintain his vitality.

A tall figure appeared in front of him, "Are you okay?"

Tao Xian replied subconsciously, "It's just a fatal wound..."

When a person is about to die, he has to pretend.

Mo Lin held the sword and looked down at him, "Fatal injury? Who did it?"

Tao Xian wondered who else it could be, but he said nothing.

He knew that Lin Du was not to blame for this, and one of them must die tonight.

Mo Lin heard the fighting at the entrance of the village and left with his sword and stick.

"Oh no, Taoist Mo Lin, aren't you unable to use spiritual power?"

Mo Lin didn't look back but walked steadily. Before Lin Du left, he left him a defensive formation to prevent him from coming out.

But there was no response from the sound transmission talisman that he had sent out, and the junior master uncle did not have much power to protect himself. Although Xia Tianwu's martial arts skills were powerful, they were not a killing move. What would he do if he encountered a special killer and was exhausted?

No one in the village dared to go out from beginning to end. They wanted to lock all the doors and windows for fear that they would be affected.

"No! Don't..."

Tao Xian couldn't hold it back, and turned around and cursed in his heart, what kind of gods are those people in the Supreme Sect.

A person who has been poisoned by a snake can still hold the sword and go to die without hesitation.

Xia Tianwu looked at the dozen or so white figures in front of him, his expression still cold and indifferent, only the firelight reflected in those always cold eyes, revealing a kind of desolate and fierceness.

Just before Lin Du left, he conveyed a message to her through his spiritual consciousness.

"The formation has been broken, and the white-robed man will definitely come. Second nephew, there is only one way to get through here. If you can defend it, defend it. If you can't defend it, take Mo Lin away."

Xia Tianwu didn't know what Lin Du was going to do. She couldn't break the formation, but if Junior Master asked her to guard the village, she could do it.

"You are the one who broke the formation of this village?"

Xia Tian ignored him and continued fighting.

A voice interrupted lazily, "Don't wrongly accuse the good people, we are just passers-by."

Xia Tian turned around as expected. Lin Du's green clothes turned dark in the firelight. His hair was disheveled on his face and there was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What formation did you say was broken? What kind of formation can there be in a village?"

Lin Du pretended to be stupid, but the man in white robe didn't believe him. "Stop talking nonsense. The formation has been broken. Everyone in the village must die today!"