Chapter 86 086 Matricide
Chapter 86
"Why must we kill them all?" Ying Ji strode towards the exorcists. "Did the Nightmare Demon send you here?"
The leading exorcist retracted his soul whip, seemingly oblivious to Yingji's words and without a response, turned and left. The other exorcists also turned stiffly and followed him.
Yingji followed these exorcists, questioning them over and over again. Exorcists' mission was to drive the dead to the Soul-Destroying Well. They roamed the nine realms and twelve kingdoms, searching for wandering souls with their bone whistles, then used their soul whips to guide them to the well.
Except in ghost markets, most exorcists work alone, rarely in groups. Their simultaneous presence here today was clearly quite unusual.
The thought that someone had instructed them to come here echoed over and over again in Yingji's mind.
Watching the backs of these exorcists gradually disappearing into the distance, Yingji felt a little lost in following them. She stopped chasing them and stared at these dark figures with her eyes wide open.
Hatred burned in her heart.
At this moment, she desperately wanted these puppets to be the last ones thrown into the Soul-Destroying Well, and then smash the unreasonable Soul-Destroying Well to pieces!
She stood motionless in the cool breeze, from day to moonlight.
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When Kong Fan opened his eyes from his practice and saw the letter from Ying Ji, Ying Ji had already arrived in Duxue Country.
In the letter she left to Kong Fan, Ying Ji only said one simple sentence: I'm going back to Duxue Country.
Kong Fan frowned immediately.
He knew very well that Yingji hated Duxue Country, a place she was extremely reluctant to set foot in.
Kong Fan immediately sent a message to Ying Ji, asking her why she was going to the Snow Country.
Yingji stood outside the palace of Duxue Country, gazing at the majestic palace before her. She stroked her hair and replied to Kongfan:
"I've always wanted to know about Jianfeng. Let's go back and take a look."
Kong Fan breathed a sigh of relief and then asked, "Is Jian Feng with you?"
Yingji took a deep breath, inhaling the elegant breeze that enveloped her. The breeze enveloped her, ruffling her long black hair and the ribbon holding her hair together. Occasionally, the small silver bell on the ribbon chimed softly.
This is the hairband Jianfeng gave her.
Jianfeng's soul completely dissipated between heaven and earth, so every wisp of wind between the mountains, rivers and streams was him.
Yingji smiled slightly and said "hmm" softly, her tone as light as the wind: "He and I are together, and we will always be together."
Looking at the open palace gate, Yingji put away the smile on her face and stepped into the palace.
When they met a team of carriages, Yingji originally ignored them without even looking at them, but someone in the carriage called out to her in an uncertain tone.
"Aying?"
The familiar and distant voice made Yingji pause. She frowned, then turned her head and met the eyes of the person in Che Luan.
The person in the car is Princess Ling Wei.
"It's really you..." Princess Ling Wei sighed, with a bit of disbelief.
Yingji looked at her quietly.
Ling Wei's eyes instantly turned red, and her voice became choked: "Have you been okay these years? Probably not... " She lowered her voice, filled with heartache and self-blame.
She forced a smile and took the initiative to explain: "My husband came to Duxue Country for something, so I came back to take a look."
Yingji still didn't speak.
"Why don't you talk to your sister?" Ling Wei asked anxiously. She felt guilty, but she opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
The person who was caught having an affair with Xue Zhongyu was Ling Wei, but she was about to get married at that time, and Xue Zhongyu could not expose her, so he framed Ying Ji.
Yingji's suffering reached its peak from that moment on. She became infamous and never had a peaceful day again.
"I can only stay for a few days this time. It's great to see you. When you have time, can you come to my place and talk to me?" Ling Wei's eyes were red and she spoke in a cautious tone.
Yingji still didn't speak.
Ling Wei didn't know what to say. She had always felt guilty towards Ying Ji, and she used the excuse that she hadn't framed Ying Ji and that she had simply remained silent when Xue Zhongyu mentioned Ying Ji's name to soothe her conscience.
Yingji finally spoke. She asked, "Are you done?"
The tears that had been brewing in Ling Wei's eyes suddenly rolled down, and she cried, "I know you blame me, I was..."
Yingji didn't even listen to her finish her words and turned and left.
Ling Wei watched Ying Ji's figure gradually disappear into the distance. She held her face with her hands and cried uncontrollably.
Her acquiescence hurt Yingji forever, and even Xue Zhongyu became a stranger to her after that. She felt so sad about marrying into a foreign country...
Ling Wei cried harder and harder, crying for others and even more for herself.
However, her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness had nothing to do with Yingji. Yingji went directly to Jianxi Palace.
In front of Jianxi Palace, the two guards held their swords horizontally, blocking her way.
Ying Ji ignored him and turned her wrist. Two invisible transparent talismans floated to the two men's eyebrows, and they immediately stood still as solid as a rock.
Yingji entered the Jianxi Palace and strode forward until she reached the innermost main hall, where the Jianxi Stone was placed. The pale blue Jianxi Stone hung quietly on a lacquered wooden frame, scattering a faint orchid-like light throughout the palace.
Yingji walked forward, took out her scimitar, and quickly slashed with it, using her blood as ink to write Jianfeng's name on the Jianxi Stone, stroke by stroke.
A stream in the snow.
And so, she seemed to walk into that ball of faint blue light, and also into Jianfeng's past. Time stood still in the real world outside, but she was immersed in Jianfeng's life, his short life.
Seeing the blue light of Xishi gradually fade away, Yingji withdrew from Jianfeng's past. She slowly opened her eyes and tears rolled down her eyes.
She had also wondered why Jianfeng died and guessed it was an accident.
He has been hiding and floating alone for three hundred years. He is so attached to this world and he longs to live.
It turned out to be suicide.
He desperately wanted to live, so he had to be desperate to choose suicide.
Jian Feng's refreshing voice and chic laughter are still ringing in my ears. Even if he is a lonely soul, his smile will always be bright.
In the end, he still didn't even hear Yingji call him "brother". With such a father and mother, and so-called brothers and sisters, Jianfeng must also be eager to have a family, right?
He didn't even have time to say a word to this world he loved so much...
Yingji slowly covered her face with her hands, letting her tears soak through her fingers.
When there was movement outside the hall, Yingji let go of her hands.
She turned her back to the door, listened to the approaching footsteps, and carefully wiped the tears from her face bit by bit.
"You dare to come back! You're really courting death!" Xuan Ji chased in angrily, "You've ruined my eldest brother's reputation, killed Xue Zhonghong, and even killed Venerable Di Fu! Don't even think about doing this!"
Yingji wiped the tears from her face, turned around and walked out with an expressionless face.
"I tell you—ah—"
A black claw stretched out from the void in front of Yingji, directly into Xuanji's chest, and pierced her heart.
"How dare you..." Xuan Ji asked in disbelief while quickly regulating her breathing to resist.
Black Claw searched deeper and quickly found Xuan Ji's life pill, crushing it without hesitation.
The heart of a mortal is the life pill of a cultivator. If the life pill is broken, the life will be broken.
Xuan Ji opened her eyes wide in horror. She forgot to even react and only had time to see what killed her.
She fell backwards and finally saw the black claw retract into Yingji's sleeve. There was a flash of light, and before she could see clearly, her soul had left her body.
Yingji suddenly raised her hand and swung the whip, swinging it towards Xuanji's soul that had left her body.
This is the soul whip she snatched from the exorcist.
The soul whip rises and the soul flies away.
Yingji glanced at him coldly. She had always adhered to the principle of eradicating the root of the problem. Time and again, she let go of those who wanted to harm her, not because she was soft-hearted, but because she lacked the ability.
Now, she has the ability.
As the poison fruit returned to its place, her connection with the demon spirits grew stronger. The little demons she had previously refined suddenly became stronger and more obedient to her.
The palace guards rushed in from outside and were stunned when they saw this scene.
"Don't try to run away!" The leader of the guards warned him, but he subconsciously stepped back cautiously.
"I don't want to escape." Yingji put on a charming smile, but the situation made her smile look very strange.
As she walked out, the black mist emanating from her wide, bright red sleeves grew thicker and thicker. The palace guards could vaguely see bright eyes among the shadows. Pair after pair, it was impossible to tell what kind of creatures they were.
As Yingji walked out, the palace guards, weapons in hand, watched her retreat. At this moment, in the eyes of these guards, Yingji seemed like a witch.
Outside Jianxi Palace, more and more royal guards arrived.
Yingji ignored it and continued walking forward.
Finally, a guard asked, "Where is the Thirteenth Princess going? We'll go and inform her!"
Yingji said in a sad tone: "Go home and see my good mother."
The guards looked at each other.
The direction Yingji was heading towards was indeed the residence of Concubine An.
The palace maid reported this to Concubine An, who simply frowned and remained seated at the head of the flower hall. She didn't even ask the exorcists to leave. She felt no need to hide this from Yingji; after all, she had never looked down upon her daughter.
Yingji stepped into the flower hall and saw the people driving away the dead. She closed her eyes and opened them again, saying in her heart: As expected.
Yingji had long suspected someone was behind this, as so many exorcists had appeared simultaneously to disperse Jianfeng's spirit. The possibility of it being a Nightmare Demon was slim, and there wasn't enough time.
At that time, she had not yet borrowed the stone to visit Jianfeng's past, but Yingji guessed that it was probably Anfei. After all, from the previous confrontation, she clearly saw that Jianfeng and Anfei had a grudge against each other.
And from Jianfeng's past, she has firmly believed that it was Concubine Wan who did it. Seeing Jianfeng return to Duxue Country, His Majesty treated him very well. This cruel woman who loves her son is going to plan to clear the obstacles for her good son.
Wan Fei looked at her somewhat unfamiliar daughter and felt something strange in her heart. She couldn't quite place the emotion, but she pushed it away and asked condescendingly, "Have you thought it through? Do you want to use your heart to help your brother cultivate? After all, your brother gave up his cultivation for you."
Thinking of Xue Zhongyu's abandonment of his cultivation, Concubine Wan's heart bled. Looking at her daughter, she felt only resentment. If only she hadn't given birth to her.
"What are you dreaming about?" Yingji sneered.
Concubine An raised her eyebrows: "Then why did you come back?"
Just then a cool breeze blew, ruffling Yingji's hairband, causing the little silver bell to tinkle lightly.
Yingji looked at her biological mother in front of her and spoke clearly: "Matricide."
For the stream breeze, and more for myself.
Concubine An was stunned, then laughed contemptuously: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yingji didn't explain. She smiled slightly, her soft lips moving as she hummed a gentle yet strange ballad.
The black fog was confusing, and one monster after another emerged from the black fog and rushed towards the concubine An who was sitting at the top.
Yingji watched coldly, admiring the expression on the woman's face with interest.
She finally had the ability to kill the woman.
Of course, there is also every person who drives away the dead in Jinchao Palace.
When Xue Zhongyu hurried over, he saw that his mother's gorgeous robe had been torn into pieces, along with pieces of minced flesh.
"You...Aying, what did you do?" Xue Zhongyu couldn't believe it.
Ying Ji stared at Xue Zhongyu and said coldly, "I told you before, I don't want you to die too easily. It's quite amusing to see you trapped in pain. Maybe one day I'll get bored and kill you."
"That day has arrived."
The black fog surged towards Xue Zhongyu silently.
Yingji slowly opened her arms to breathe in the fragrance of blood.
Not hateful enough or bad enough?
She was hateful enough, and to stain it with blood made her bad enough.
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