Chapter 65 I was wrong
"It's so itchy, so itchy! No, take them away! Take them away! Ahhhhh——" Mother Liu fell to the ground and wailed, her heart completely broken.
"Please, please let me go! I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Mother Liu broke down and burst into tears. The sound of thousands of babies crying kept lingering and circling in her ears.
What was clinging to Liu's mother wasn't just a common facial sore, but the condensed resentment of the souls of countless infants who had died prematurely. The Happy Funeral Demon must have spent countless hours collecting this resentment.
The Happy Funeral Demon said, "If I let you go, who will let me go?!" She pulled open her collar, but saw a long cut on her chest that slid down from her heart, and she didn't know how deep it was.
"Do you remember this scar?" The Happy Funeral Demon grabbed Liu's mother's hair and forced her to look at him. "Since your daughter is here, why not let this innocent and kind girl hear what her proud mother has done?"
"Tell me, if this kind-hearted woman knew about your deeds, would she dislike you? Would she hate you?"
"don't want……"
She ignored Liu's mother's resistance and stated:
"Since I was born, because of that man-faced sore, you declared me to be premature and abandoned me in the servants' room. You ignored me and didn't even have a name."
"When I was eight years old, you tricked me out of the house and never came back to see me."
"When I was sixteen, for Liu Wanxiu, you suppressed your disgust and dealt with me, pretending to be a loving mother and daughter, and teamed up with Tan Lang to deceive me. On the night of our wedding, Tan Lang cut my wrist and bled, leaving me to fend for myself." She held up her wrist blankly, looking at the empty wrist bone.
"Then you took me away when I was half breath old. You started from here, cutting my skin with a knife, peeling off my skin, and taking out my heart." She pointed to her chest.
"Where did you take my heart to? Let me think." Her eyes were red and filled with a sick smile, but her words were creepy. "I remember now. You made soup out of my heart and gave it to her to drink."
She was referring to Liu Wanxiu.
Mother Liu shook her head. "No, don't say anymore. I deserve to die. Don't say anymore... I beg you, don't say anymore." She lay on the ground in a mess, clutching the hem of Xisangyao's skirt tightly.
"I'm going to say it!"
"You even made a pillow out of my skin, letting Liu Wanxiu sleep on it every day for ten years." She smiled and rubbed the top of Liu Wanxiu's head. "My poor sister, I'm afraid she hasn't changed her pillow yet."
Every time she spoke, the fear in Liu's mother's eyes grew more intense.
"All of this is due to Liu Wanxiu's congenital deficiency. You believed the words of a demonic Taoist priest, believing that only by making a pillow out of my skin and boiling my heart into medicine for Liu Wanxiu to drink would her deficiency be cured. So you ordered people to bleed me, peel off my skin, and remove my heart!"
"Even after I died, you never let me go. Fearing I would turn into a ghost and seek revenge, you summoned a demonic spirit to nail my body full of soul-suppressing nails, suppressing my soul within. You then placed my corpse in a cold, bitter place, forcing my soul to endure the pain of scorching fire and skinning every day!"
"Yes or no!"
Mother Liu shrank her neck and said, "I don't know. I didn't mean to do it. I did it all for Wanwan. My Wanwan is only five years old. She can't die. I have no other choice. I can only do this to save my Wanwan..." Her words were incoherent and her eyes were no longer clear.
He is actually crazy.
Hearing what Xisangyao said, Chen Qing's ears pricked up quietly. She could sense something was wrong and frowned secretly. She had no interest in the grievances between Liu's mother and Xisangyao. What she cared about was how Liu's mother treated Xisangyao's corpse.
If one wants to prevent a person from turning into a ghost after death, one should invite monks to chant sutras to liberate the deceased's soul and dispel the resentment, instead of suppressing the soul in the body with soul-suppressing nails as the funeral demon said, and also place the body in a cold and bitter place where resentment is easily gathered.
The Soul-Soothing Nail and the land of cold, bitter water—these two things shouldn't be in the same place, unless this person is deliberately harboring resentment and raising corpses. She quietly pulled Li Daoxuan aside, her eyes signaling to him that something was amiss.
Li Daoxuan's aura was low and murderous intent was boiling at this moment. Suddenly, he was grabbed by a small hand. His eyelashes trembled and he rolled his eyes to stare at her intently.
Chen Qing knew that his fellow disciple was seriously injured, and she felt very uncomfortable, but this matter was of no small importance. She shook her palm slightly, signaling him to listen carefully.
Li Daoxuan lowered his eyes to look at the hand holding his wrist and elbow, then his gaze slowly turned to the Happy Funeral Demon.
Chen Qing originally intended to get some useful information from her, but Xisangyao suddenly stopped talking after saying this.
Then she slowly leaned over and put Liu Wanxiu down. She turned Liu Wanxiu's cheek and forced her to look at Liu's mother, who was screaming on the ground and covered with tumors.
"Look, this is your mother, the mother who loves you the most. Go hug her, go hug your mother."
Liu's mother curled up in pain, covering her face, which was no longer in human form, with her sleeves.
Liu Wanxiu was so scared that she burst into tears.
Seeing that her daughter was afraid of her, Liu's mother also started crying.
The Happy Funeral Demon was completely impatient and said in a deep voice, "Are you still unwilling to wake up? Or are you just content to live in your own world and afraid to face this reality?"
Not long after he finished speaking, the little ball on the ground suddenly stopped crying.
The happy funeral demon smiled as he wished.
Spots of white light appeared around Liu Wanxiu. Those bright rings gathered around her, quickly enveloping her translucent soul. The little figure within the ring gradually grew, from five to fifteen years old. The white light disappeared, and the fifteen-year-old Liu Wanxiu raised her head and called out with trembling lips, "Sister..."
The Happy Funeral Demon said, "No, I'm not your elder sister. My name is Shi Ranran."
A tear fell from the corner of Liu Wanxiu's eye, and confusion and pain flashed in her eyes. She heard the whole conversation between the two. Perhaps the five-year-old girl was confused and didn't understand anything, but the fifteen-year-old Liu Wanxiu understood everything. She also knew what her beloved mother had done for her.
Just as Xisangyao said, she had always been kind and simple raised by her mother Liu, but now her conscience was condemned and tortured.
Liu Wanxiu couldn't help but wonder: How could this happen? What had happened? Why would her mother do this? And what did her father know? Was he also complicit in this inhumane act?
Liu Wanxiu only felt that a certain belief in her heart was gradually collapsing.
She fell to the ground and looked back at Liu's mother with confusion in her eyes: "Mother, why do you do this?"
When Liu's mother saw Liu Wanxiu, she vaguely thought that her daughter was well. She quickly got up and moved closer to Liu Wanxiu, saying incoherently, "Wanwan is well, Wanwan is finally well."
Liu Wanxiu pushed her mother away, tears in her eyes. She looked at her mother helplessly, then at her sister who should have been there, and suddenly she knelt on the ground with her head in her hands, crying loudly with her mouth open, but no sound came out.
The air around her seemed to be still, only Liu Wanxiu's silent crying on the ground was like a silent puppet show.
A moment later, countless white rays of light began to dissipate from her hands and back. Amidst the dazzling light, Liu Wanxiu, clutching her head and wailing, instantly transformed into countless dusty lights and vanished into the air.
Soul-scarred.
Liu Wanxiu couldn't bear the price of the truth and voluntarily dispersed her soul and died.
In the guest house next door, the person lying on the couch spat out the last mouthful of blood and then died.
The housekeeper who had watched her grow up stopped wiping the blood and reached out to feel her breath. After confirming that Liu Wanxiu had died, she knelt beside the couch and sobbed for a long time.
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As if she hadn't expected Liu Wanxiu's death to be so tragic, she was willing to let her soul dissipate. The smile on the corners of the Happy Funeral Demon's lips gradually froze, and then she blinked.
"Dead?" the young man said uncertainly. He quickly added, "Dead is better."
Baishuisha stretched out a hand and hugged Xisangyao, "Ranran, congratulations, you have avenged half of your revenge." Only half of it was avenged because Liu Siyuan and an old enemy of Yuanchunlou were missed.
"Now, let's go find the rest of the group." He hugged the silent Happy Funeral Demon. "That's not your sister. She's just an indirect murderer," Bai Shuisha whispered in her ear.
Chen Qing saw that the two demons were about to leave, and he began to get impatient.
Bai Shuisha cast a deep glance at Li Daoxuan and Shen Qing, as if to etch their images into his mind for revenge. He pulled the Happy Funeral Demon back a few steps, and his disciple stumbled back with him as well.
Shen Qing met his gaze, clenched her fists, and felt unwilling.
After a long standoff, Bai Shuisha smiled faintly at Chen Qing and said, "Don't worry, I will come to settle the score with you." After he finished speaking, he seemed to be still afraid of Li Daoxuan. He immediately dropped the person in his hand and rushed into the sky holding the Happy Funeral Demon.
Li Daoxuan quickly stepped forward to take over the unconscious disciple and put two fingers under his nose.
Still holding on to his last breath.
Li Daoxuan's slightly trembling fingers finally stabilized.
Gu Yun rushed into Yuanchun Tower in a panic, "Ah Man! This is terrible! Madam Liu has suddenly passed away! How could this happen—"
The words got stuck in my throat.
From a distance, the lobby of Yuanchun Tower looked bleak.
Liu Jiuyue threw down his Mo Dao, bent down and picked up the little person on the ground. He checked Gu Rangchen's breath and saw that he was still breathing. He exhaled with a half-choked breath.
The disciples who were rescued by Zhang Qingcheng had red eyes and crawled to his side on their knees. They were all in a panic, transferring their internal energy to him while pushing one person to find a doctor.
Zhang Qingcheng raised his head and widened his eyes, moving his lips to speak, but his internal organs were broken and he spat out blood as soon as he opened his mouth, and he couldn't stop it.
His companion hurriedly pressed down on his wound, and shouted with red eyes: "Stop talking! Do you know you are still injured? Wait until you are healed before you say anything!"
A tear slid down from the corner of Zhang Qingcheng's eye, and he wrote on the floor with his bloody fingertips.
One of his companions wanted to deceive himself and hold down his hand, but was stopped by another person, "Let him write." Because they all knew that if they didn't write, they would have no chance.
Zhang Qingcheng wrote a word with his fingertips shaking.
“Ah—”
He wanted to write another word, but suddenly he lost his strength, and his fingertips rubbed against the ground due to inertia, leaving a long trail of blood. In the end, he was unable to finish writing what he wanted to write.
But everyone knew what he wanted to write, which was "Aniang".
Zhang Qingcheng lost his father at a young age and depended on his mother Zhang for everything. He entered Dongshan Temple to practice Buddhism at the age of eight, and it has been nine years so far. If there is one person he can't let go of the most, it is his blind mother who is looking forward to his return home every day.
Li Daoxuan stared at Zhang Qingcheng's corpse, and he felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow. The cold wind bit through his flesh and bones, making him feel cold all over. It was as if he was back to the day when his mother was crying with blood in her eyes and hugged him.
The overwhelming hatred was surging in his heart, his pupils were turning red bit by bit, and Qiu Ren felt the fierce murderous aura, which made a low humming sound in his hands.
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