Chapter 78 Come on up, I'll carry you.
"Who said I came here on my own? Someone captured me and brought me here to claim a reward, I heard it's a demon core."
Xu Zangyu reached out his hand, "Since I'm already here, I'll pay."
“I’ve been catching some reckless fools lately,” Chu Shu said, taking out a demon core and holding it in his hand. He suddenly laughed, “Are you asking the people who captured you for a reward?”
He put away his gilded fan and tapped Xu Cangyu on the head, saying, "Your brain is seriously damaged."
The demon core was thrown into Xu Cangyu's arms. Xu Cangyu turned around and found that the cat was no longer there.
This kitten is so timid, wasn't it said that we would take him to find the ferryman?
"Once you've paid the money to save your life, it's your life now."
With the gilded fan tucked between his waist and his back, Chu Shu left, and everyone around him automatically made way for him.
"Sigh, no matter how you look at it, my life can't be worth more than a single demon core."
"No matter how many demon cores you want, they'll all end up being buried with you."
Xu Zangyu couldn't figure it out. Could it be that Chu Shu had gone mad and even lost her mind, or was it due to the influence of the blood pact?
He caught up with Chu Shu. "I came to find you because of the blood pact."
Chu Shu slowed her pace by half a beat.
"I didn't place the blood pact, but I'm here to break it. This thing is of no benefit to either of us, so it's better for both of us to resolve it sooner rather than later."
"How can you prove that you didn't place the blood pact?" Chu Shu suddenly stopped and took out something that Xu Zangyu was extremely familiar with from his chest.
"You wrote those scrawled characters on it, did someone force you? There's a contract array on the marriage certificate, and you still dare to deny it."
The blood-stained handprint was very conspicuous. Xu Cangyu hadn't expected that the fingerprints he had made were so deep, soaking through the paper. The two fingerprints, which were separated by a line, were unexpectedly pressed together tightly.
The gilded fan's cool handle pressed against the back of Xu Cangyu's neck, drawing him closer. "Or is it that every word you wrote was forced upon you by me, that you had no choice but to speak against your will?"
“It was indeed me who wrote it,” Xu Zangyu said, suppressing his racing heart. “The blood pact wasn’t… so I’ve come to correct this error. This marriage certificate is hereby made—”
"What? I hate being deceived more than anything in my life, and I hate those who are glib and flattering. If anyone deceives me, I will personally rip out their heart."
"Chu Shu, do you want to stay crazy like this forever?"
Chu Shu said coldly, "The blood pact, how do you intend to break it? Kill me, or kill yourself?"
A group of demons and monsters, carrying long swords, saw Chu Shu approaching and grabbed the several half-dead people on the ground, asking, "Master, these people are a waste to die. Can you give them to us?"
Chu Shu didn't care much. "Do whatever you want, just don't offend my eyes."
Those creatures dragged the seriously injured people away with laughter, and when their gaze fell on Xu Cangyu beside Chu Shu, they exclaimed in surprise, "Why is there another cultivator here? Should we take him...?"
Chu Shu gave him a warning look: "I'll handle him myself."
The monsters here were utterly ferocious, their wildness and malevolence no different from wild beasts. The one who had just spoken had a piece of meat stuck between its teeth, and its breath emitted a stench that went straight to the top of the head. Even though Xu Zangyu was far away, he had to cover his nose from the stench.
It's hard to imagine how Chu Shu, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, could tolerate it.
The gilded fan blew away the stench that lingered at the tip of her nose. Chu Shu frowned in disgust, her face paling slightly. "Stay away from me."
The stench of fermenting, rotten flesh was nauseating. Animals are different from humans; even if they can be reborn with a human body, their animalistic nature remains unchanged, and they cannot give up the habit of eating people.
The merits of cultivators are different from those of ordinary people. Although a physical body is comparable to a spiritual medicine, it is not something that these beasts can eat.
The pervasive odor was unbearable for Chu Shu, so much so that the fragrant breeze wafting past her side was particularly noticeable, and she wished she could inhale all of it.
A sachet dangled in front of him, its faint fragrance captivating him.
"Keep it with you, it'll make you feel better."
The gilded fan obscured his face, even smoothing out the sharpness around his eyes.
"Those monsters dragging people down there, could it be..." Xu Cangyu walked a few steps over, craned his neck to look at the dark alleyway crowded with several monsters, and vomited.
Those cultivators weren't completely dead yet; their limbs were twitching, and their wide eyes stared in horror as several wild beasts devoured their bodies.
The cultivator's originally powerful body became the source of a long and agonizing torture.
Demons and monsters cannot tolerate anything in this world; this is where their true nature lies.
The lines between good and evil are becoming increasingly blurred, and the forms of ghosts and monsters are becoming increasingly barbaric. Xu Zangyu wanted to laugh at the thought that he could only hide here.
Perhaps, in the eyes of Heaven, he is no different from these things.
A hand covered his nose, the palm filled with the scent of the sachet, and the cool fragrance filled his lungs with his breath, gradually suppressing his nausea.
"If you're going to throw up, don't throw up next to me."
The disdain in his words was quite obvious.
Only then did he realize that Chu Shu had leaned most of her body against him, and he quickly pulled away, his left hand gripping Chu Shu's waist.
"Why did you suddenly walk so fast?" he mumbled, his lips touching Chu Shu's palm with each word, and Chu Shu didn't push him away.
"I don't want to throw up anymore, really."
The hand had just let go when Xu Cangyu saw him wiping the wound again and again with a handkerchief, practically making his disgust obvious.
"I told you to shut up, so stop talking so much."
After wiping her hands, Chu Shu didn't throw the handkerchief away, but stuffed it into her bosom. Xu Cangyu felt that it looked very familiar, especially when she saw the green bamboo embroidery on one corner of the handkerchief.
Isn't this Xiao Mingxin's handkerchief?
It seems that Chu Shu had been messing with him with her fingers before, and in his panic, he had just tossed them over to Chu Shu to wipe her hands.
What are you looking at?
Xu Cangyu stared at Chu Shu's chest for a long time before noticing Chu Shu's darkening expression. "You...why don't you want to use the Dust-Covering Technique?"
Chu Shu completely ignored him, her steps unwavering, eager to cross the blood-stained and filthy street immediately. Seeing that the footsteps behind her hadn't followed, she slightly turned her head:
"You'd better catch up quickly."
"Why?"
Chu Shu didn't answer him, but instead opened an umbrella. Xu Cangyu looked up and saw that it was already dawn, but there was no rain at all.
However, at that moment, there was a loud bang, not from lightning and thunder, but from something exploding.
A violent impact swept in, filling the air with a mist of blood in the dim light, accompanied by fine, foul-smelling bits of flesh.
He finally understood why Chu Shu was holding an umbrella.
Chu Shu smiled as she looked at him, as if everything was going according to plan. Until Xu Zangyu buried his face in his chest, the smell of blood filling his entire body.
The smile on his face froze and shattered in an instant. He turned his head and gagged, stiffening his body as he moved far away from Xu Cangyu.
"Get out, get out of here."
Xu Zangyu was also disgusted and broke out in a cold sweat. He had smelled the blood of demons before, but he had never smelled the blood of demons so disgusting.
Besides the fishy smell, there was also a putrid stench that went straight to the top of your head. It smelled like a creature raised in the sewers, and the rotten smell lingered for a long time.
But Chu Shu's sharp gaze pierced through him, and he had no choice but to reluctantly stick his foot out.
"Boom!"
Explosions rang out one after another, the blood mist grew thicker, and a piece of intestine fell from the air to Xu Zangyu's feet. He jolted and pulled his foot back.
Chu Shu's gaze almost killed him.
"I won't touch you, let me hide."
Xu Zangyu lived a rough life, and when he sweated, he would just wipe it with his sleeve, so he searched his body for a long time but couldn't find a handkerchief.
His body was covered in blood and foam, with nowhere to wipe it off.
So he simply took off his outer clothes, and the smell of blood on his body faded a bit.
Just as he reached out his sleeve to wipe his face, a handkerchief was handed to him. It wasn't Xiao Mingxin's; it looked like the handkerchief Chu Shu usually used, and it smelled the same as his.
Despite her best efforts to restrain herself, Chu Shu's face was still drained of color, and her fingers trembled slightly, as if she had lost control.
Chu Shu has severe mysophobia, so this environment must be extremely agonizing for her.
Xu Cangyu tried her best not to touch his fingers as she wiped the blood off her face; the handkerchief was filthy.
He was thinking about whether to wash it before returning it to Chu Shu, but Chu Shu was about to vomit.
"Throw it away."
The smell of blood on the handkerchief was really unpleasant, so after he threw it away, Chu Shu also threw away the blood-soaked umbrella.
By then it was already daylight, and the stench of blood was clearly visible throughout the street; even breathing carried a fishy smell.
Chu Shu's face turned even paler; apart from the clean patch of ground beneath her feet, there was nowhere to put her feet.
Xu Cangyu, who had been rolling in the mud since childhood, was much calmer. He even laughed and exclaimed, "Oh, they've all exploded into blood foam. It seems those cultivators are really nourishing. Those little demons' bellies are bursting."
"If I were to explode one day, would I end up like that?"
Xu Zangyu touched his dantian and was warned in a harsh voice by the person next to him: "Don't say such disgusting things."
"Those little demons are your subordinates, aren't they? Why didn't you warn them?"
Chu Shu scoffed: "The stronger the desire to kill, the more evil will arise. If one cannot control their greed, they will eventually be trapped by their own actions."
"They work for me for money, not for loyalty, so why should I remind them?"
Xu Zangyu breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought Chu Shu had gone mad too, but it seemed she hadn't lost her mind yet.
"Then let's hurry up and go."
Xu Zangyu was the first to step out of the circular safety circle formed by the umbrella, but after waiting for a long time, Chu Shu still didn't come out.
I suppose you haven't gotten over that hurdle in your heart yet.
"Actually, it's not that dirty. This stuff is mostly stuck to the soles of the shoes. You can wash them with water when you get back, or just throw them away."
Chu Shu forced himself to believe Xu Zangyu's words and walked out. The slippery feeling of meat scraps under his feet almost made him faint on the spot, his body stiff as a dead tree.
Suddenly, he was patted twice on the shoulder. Xu Cangyu grinned and said, "When you take that step, it's not actually that hard, right?"
"Take your hand away." His voice was weak, his stomach felt like it was being stabbed, and he forced himself to walk forward. Suddenly, a cold drop fell on his forehead.
It smelled just as fishy and foul as anything on the ground.
Chu Shu suddenly gagged, tears welling up in his eyes. He wiped away the foul-smelling blood with his sleeve and patted the back of his hand.
"What you just dripped on your head was just water."
Xu Zangyu tucked his dirty sleeve behind his back, which Chu Shu didn't see. But naturally, he didn't believe Xu Zangyu's nonsense. He was born with a keen sense of smell and wouldn't be so stupid as to not be able to distinguish between blood and water.
Chu Shu took out the sachet and held it under his nose, finally calming down, only to see Xu Cangyu suddenly squat down in front of him.
"Come on, I'll carry you."
Chu Shu has a serious case of spoiled rich kid syndrome. If he were in the Tianyi Sect, someone would probably have already laid out a red carpet for him. Right now, all Xu Cangyu can do is turn his back on him.
He couldn't possibly indulge Chu Shu like those servile people.
After a long silence behind him, Xu Cangyu turned around and saw Chu Shu's distrustful expression. He patted his chest.
"I'm a sword cultivator, after all. How could I not be able to carry you? Besides, I'm only at the Nascent Soul stage. If I could carry someone and then fall over, that would be the most ridiculous thing in the world."
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