Chapter 49
Chapter Summary: [Only after he had walked quite a distance did A-Qing dare to move slightly.]
She lost her balance and rolled onto the ground, wriggling for a while before managing to twist...
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Only after he had walked quite a distance did A-Qing dare to move slightly.
She lost her balance and rolled to the ground. After wriggling around for a while, she finally got up, took a couple of difficult steps, and once she felt more comfortable, she walked faster and faster until she was running.
After running for a long time, leaving Yicheng far behind, she finally dared to let out the sobs she had been holding back: "Daoist Master! Daoist Master! Waaah, Daoist Master!..."
The view suddenly shifted to another location.
By this time, A-Qing should have been on the run for some time. She walked through an unfamiliar town, carrying a bamboo cane and pretending to be blind, asking everyone she met, "Excuse me, are there any immortal sects or aristocratic families around here?" "Excuse me, are there any powerful masters around here? Masters of immortal cultivation?"
Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "She's looking for someone who can help Xiao Xingchen avenge himself."
Unfortunately, no one took her inquiries seriously, often offering only a few perfunctory words before leaving. Undeterred, A-Qing persisted, asking again and again, only to be waved away repeatedly. Seeing that she couldn't get anything out of them, she left and walked down a side path.
She walked and asked around all day, exhausted. Dragging her heavy steps, she reached a stream, scooped up some water and drank a few mouthfuls to moisten her parched throat. Looking into the water, she saw a wooden hairpin in her hair and reached out to take it off.
The wooden hairpin was originally quite rough, like a bumpy chopstick. Xiao Xingchen helped her smooth and slender the hairpin, and even carved a small fox at the end. The little fox had a pointed face and big, smiling eyes. When A-Qing received the hairpin, she touched it and said happily, "Wow! It looks just like me!"
Looking at the hairpin, A-Qing pouted, feeling like crying again. Her stomach rumbled, and she pulled out a small white purse from her bosom—the one she had stolen from Xiao Xingchen. She took out a small candy from the purse, carefully licked it, tasted the sweetness, and then put the candy back in.
This was the last piece of candy Xiao Xingchen left for her.
Xiao Xingchen raised his hand and patted A-Qing's little head: "A-Qing, you've worked hard."
A-Qing pouted and shook her head, then flashed a big smile and said coquettishly, "Daoist Master~ I want some candy~"
Xiao Xingchen smiled and took out a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and held it to A-Qing's lips. The little girl happily ate the candy.
Ah-Qing lowered her head to put away her money pouch, and with a casual glance, she suddenly noticed that there was another person's reflection in the water.
Xue Yang was smiling as he looked at her in the reflection.
Ah-Qing screamed in fright and scrambled away.
Xue Yang had somehow appeared behind her. Holding Shuanghua in his hand, he said happily, "Aqing, why are you running? We haven't seen each other in so long, don't you miss me?"
Ah Qing screamed, "Help!"
However, this was a remote mountain path, and no one would come to rescue her.
Xue Yang raised an eyebrow and said, "I just came back from a business trip to Liyang, and it just so happens that I ran into you asking all sorts of questions in the city. What an unstoppable fate! Speaking of which, you're really good at pretending. I've been fooled by you for so long. Amazing."
Aqing knew she couldn't escape and was doomed. After her initial panic subsided, she started spitting again. Since she was going to die anyway, she might as well curse them to her heart's content before she died. She jumped up and spat, "You beast! You ingrate! You worthless slut, worse than a pig or a dog! Your parents must have consummated their marriage in a pigsty to give birth to such a dog! You rotten wretched thing!"
She used to hang out in the streets and heard countless insults, so she started spewing out all sorts of vulgarities. Xue Yang listened with a smile and asked, "Anything else?"
Aqing cursed, "That's the Taoist priest's sword! You're not worthy to hold it! You've defiled his things!"
Xue Yang raised the Frost Flower in his left hand and said, "Now, it's mine. Do you think your Daoist priest is clean now? He'll be mine in the future..."
Aqing said, "You bullshit! Dream on! You dare to talk about whether the Taoist priest is clean or not? You're just a mouthful of phlegm. The Taoist priest must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to be tainted by you. The only dirty one is you! You're the disgusting phlegm!"
Xue Yang's face finally darkened.
A-Qing, who had just eaten a piece of candy, turned pale upon seeing this scene, and her fingers nervously gripped Xiao Xingchen's sleeve.
Xiao Xingchen let A-Qing bury her face in his arm, took a deep breath, and looked into the unknown future.
Xue Yang lay back down. He had agreed so quickly just now, and now he was hoping this period would pass quickly.
Ah Qing's heart suddenly felt lighter. She had been running around in fear for so long, and finally this moment had arrived.
Xue Yang said in a sinister tone, "Since you like pretending to be blind so much, then you might as well be a real blind man."
He waved his hand and scattered some powder, which flew towards A-Qing's face and entered her eyes, turning her vision blood red before plunging her into darkness.
A burning pain filled her eyes, but A-Qing endured it without crying out. Xue Yang's voice came again: "You talk too much, you don't need to keep your tongue."
A cold, sharp object pierced A-Qing's mouth. Wei Wuxian had just felt the stinging pain from the back of his tongue when he was suddenly pulled out!
ah--
"Damn—this Xue Yang is ruthless!"
The crowd clutched their jaws with one hand and their eyes with the other, cursing Xue Yang incessantly. But the culprit himself was now in pain too.
"Hiss—ha!"
Lan Jingyi was in so much pain that his face was contorted, and he almost cried and drooled uncontrollably.
"Si, Sizhui, I feel like I won't be able to hold on until the end, sob sob sob."
Lan Sizhui was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he could only wave one hand and ignore Lan Jingyi's cries.
The clear, tinkling sound of silver bells, "ding-ding," was right beside him. Wei Wuxian was still immersed in A-Qing's emotions, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, and the world was spinning before his eyes. Lan Jingyi waved his hand in front of him and said, "No reaction? Have you gone mad?!"
Jin Ling said, "I told you, empathy is very dangerous!"
Lan Jingyi said, "It's not that you were thinking about something just now, but you didn't ring the bell in time!"
Jin Ling's face stiffened, and he said, "I..."
At this moment, Wei Wuxian stood up, supporting himself on the coffin.
A-Qing had already emerged from his body and was clinging to the edge of the coffin. The teenagers chattered excitedly, "She's awake! She's awake!" "Great, she's not stupid." "Wasn't she already stupid?" "Don't talk nonsense."
Wei Wuxian said, "Don't make noise, I feel really dizzy."
They immediately fell silent. Wei Wuxian lowered his head, reached into the coffin, and gently parted the neat collar of Xiao Xingchen's robe. Sure enough, at the fatal spot, he saw a thin wound.
Wei Wuxian sighed inwardly and said to A-Qing, "Thank you for your hard work."
Over the years, whether alive or dead, they have always been hiding, appearing and disappearing mysteriously in the city of Yi, which is shrouded in demonic fog, to oppose Xue Yang, frighten away the living people entering the city, guide them out of the city, and warn them.
The reason Ah Qing's ghost is blind, yet moves unlike the slow and cautious movements of a typical blind person, is because she only became truly blind in the moments before her death. Before that, she was always such a nimble, lively, and agile little girl.
Everyone: ...
How come with these kids around, even a tragedy can turn into a comedy?
A-Qing knelt beside the coffin, clasped her hands together, and bowed repeatedly to Wei Wuxian. Then, using a bamboo pole as a sword, she mimicked the "kill, kill, kill" gesture she used to make during their playful fights. Wei Wuxian said, "Don't worry."
He said to the young men from prominent families, “You stay here. The walking corpses in the city won’t come to this mortuary. I’ll be right back.”
Lan Jingyi couldn't help but ask, "What exactly did you see when you were empathizing?"
Wei Wuxian said, "It's too long, so let's leave it at that for now. Just know one thing: Xue Yang must die."
In the blinding, demonic fog, A-Qing's bamboo pole clattered as she led the way. The two, one human and one ghost, moved swiftly and quickly found the place where the fierce battle was taking place.
Lan Wangji and Xue Yang had already fought outside, their swords locked in a fierce battle between Bichen and Jiangzai. Bichen remained calm and composed, holding the upper hand, while Jiangzai, like a mad dog, was barely holding on. Adding to the tension, the terrifying white mist obscured Lan Wangji's vision, while Xue Yang, having lived in Yicheng for many years, like A-Qing, knew the roads perfectly even with his eyes closed, resulting in a stalemate. Occasionally, the angry sound of a zither would repel the approaching horde of walking corpses.
A black figure silently crept up to within inches of Wei Wuxian's back. He glanced back and saw Wen Ning standing quietly behind him, dragging Song Lan along.
Wei Wuxian turned around and said, "Get it done."
Wen Ning lifted Song Lan up with both hands, allowing him to stand with difficulty. Wei Wuxian reached into Song Lan's hair and carefully felt for the ends of the two skull-piercing nails. He pinched the tips and slowly pulled them out.
Wei Wuxian put down his hand that had just been rubbing Lan Wangji's sore spot, flicked Bichen with his finger, and flattered him, saying:
"Tsk, my Lan Zhan is really amazing. He can even beat up a hooligan in the white mist."
Xue Yang rolled his eyes: The praise machine is online again.
The moment Xiao Xingchen saw the skull-piercing nail, he unconsciously looked at Song Lan.
Song Lan shook her head reassuringly; the pain of that moment was no longer a big deal.
These two nails are much thinner than those driven into Wen Ning's head, so Song Lan's recovery time should be faster than Wen Ning's.
At that moment, the sound of something being sliced by a sword came from the arena.
Xue Yang roared furiously, "Give it back to me!"
When Xue Yang was slashed by Lan Wangji's sword, not only was a wound cut into his chest, but the spirit-locking pouch he had hidden in his bosom was also picked off by the tip of Bichen's sword.
Wei Wuxian said, "Xue Yang! What do you want him to give back to you? Shuanghua? Shuanghua isn't your sword, so why do you say 'give it back to you'? Have you no shame?"
Xue Yang burst into laughter. Wei Wuxian said, "Laugh all you want. You'll laugh yourself to death and still not be able to piece together Xiao Xingchen's remnant soul. He disgusts you to death, and you still insist on dragging him back to play games together."
Xue Yang suddenly burst into laughter, then suddenly yelled, "Who wants to play games with him?!"
Wei Wuxian then asked, "So what do you want me to do by repairing his soul?"
Xue Yang, being so intelligent, should have known that Wei Wuxian was deliberately trying to distract him, make him speak, and allow Lan Wangji to pinpoint his location and attack. Yet, he couldn't help but continue, one sentence after another. He said menacingly, "Hmph! What? You think I don't know? I'm going to turn him into a fierce corpse, a malevolent spirit, at my command! He wants to be a noble person? I'll make him kill endlessly, never having a day of peace!"
Wei Wuxian said, "Huh? You hate him that much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"
Xue Yang sneered, "Why did I kill Chang Ping? Is that even a question? Didn't I tell you? I said I would wipe out the Chang family, and I wouldn't leave a single dog behind!"
Every time he spoke, it was as if he were announcing his location, and the sound of swords piercing through his body rang out repeatedly. But Xue Yang's ability to endure injury and pain was extraordinary, as Wei Wuxian had already witnessed in his empathy; even when he was pierced through the abdomen by a sword, he could still talk and laugh. Wei Wuxian said, "Then why did you postpone killing Chang Ping for several years? You know in your heart why you wanted to kill Chang Ping."
Xue Yang chuckled and said, "Then tell me, what do I know? What do I know?!"
He roared at the last sentence. Wei Wuxian said, "If you're going to kill him, then kill him. Why did you have to use the punishment of slow slicing? Why did you have to use the Frostflower Sword instead of your Calamity-Slaying Sword? Why did you have to gouge out Chang Ping's eyes?"
Xue Yang roared hoarsely, "Nonsense! All nonsense! Do you think I should let him die a comfortable death for revenge?!"
Wei Wuxian said, "You are indeed seeking revenge. But for whom are you seeking revenge? How laughable! If you truly want revenge, the one who should be torn to pieces is yourself!"
During this question-and-answer session, everyone witnessed a thrilling and intense fight, but it seems everyone forgot that Xiao Niangui hadn't resolved Xue Yang's empathy.
With each cut Lan Wangji made, everyone felt as if they had been slashed somewhere on their body, which was not much different from being slowly sliced to death.
Therefore, everyone in the space was caught in such a contradiction: they wanted Lan Wangji to quickly execute Xue Yang by slow slicing, but they also wanted Lan Wangji to stop or give them a quick death.
It's truly a bittersweet experience.
Xue Yang silently covered his eyes again.
This isn't over yet! You can't watch this!
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