Chapter 2 Thunder
There was a condescending, morbid excitement on Shen Jiao's face.
Her eyes swept over Chen He, as if she was looking at an ant struggling to survive in the mud.
Then, her gaze fell on the mutilated body of Shen's father not far away.
Especially the hand that was stretched out powerlessly.
Chen Jiao raised the corners of her lips and revealed a cruel smile.
She lifted her foot.
She stepped gently onto the beautifully crafted embroidered shoe.
“Crack!”
The crisp sound of bones breaking was particularly harsh in the silent night.
It was my father's finger bones... crushed alive by her!
Chen He's pupils suddenly contracted!
"Chen! Jiao!"
She roared, but her voice was as unpleasant as a broken bellows.
Chen Jiao seemed not to hear it, and even crushed it with the tip of her shoe, making an even more teeth-grinding cracking sound.
She lowered her head and looked at Chen He with a smile.
"Sister, do you know..."
Her voice is as sweet as honey, but it hides a sharp edge that corrodes people's hearts like a deadly poison.
"The Mr. Yan whom you admire the most..."
Mr. Yan? This name suddenly stirred up a thousand waves in Shen He's heart.
"Dean Yan of Qingshan Academy, Yan Qingxiu..." Chen Jiao deliberately prolonged her tone, her eyes flashing with pride and cruelty. She savored the fleeting paleness on Chen He's face. "In his last moments... the name he repeatedly called out was your name."
"'exquisite'……"
"'exquisite'……"
She deliberately imitated the tone, and her words were filled with mockery and sarcasm.
"Look at that nickname of yours. He was the only one who called you that, and before he died, he called it out in such a horrible way! Tell me, was he humbly begging you for help, or was he secretly blaming you for dragging him into this abyss?"
“Puff—”
Chen He felt his chest churning, and a stream of warm blood suddenly rushed to his throat and spurted out uncontrollably.
Mr. Yan... This name swirled in her heart, hatred and pain intertwined into an impenetrable web, almost tearing her to pieces.
However, at the edge of despair, her gaze was as sharp as an eagle, penetrating through Chen Jiao's figure and firmly locked onto a masked man behind her.
A sword gleaming with cold light hung quietly at the man's waist, and on the scabbard, a familiar tassel swayed gently in the wind.
Light blue in color, embroidered with cirrus cloud patterns.
That is... the ornament worn by the inner disciples of Qingshan Academy!
Mr. Yan's academy...his people...were involved in the massacre?!
Why? !
Shen Jiao!
What is all this for?!
Chen He forced himself to take a deep breath, gathering the last bit of strength in his life. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes wide open, glaring at Chen Jiao in front of him.
"Why... the demise of the Shen family... is such a joy to you?! You are also... a member of the Shen family!"
After hearing this, Chen Jiao seemed to have heard the most ridiculous remarks in the world. The corners of her mouth curled up, and she covered her red lips with her slender hands, letting out a silver bell-like giggle, which was crisp and a bit chilling.
"Sister, even today, are you still ignorant?"
She laughed more and more happily, and her body seemed to sway gently with her laughter, like a branch of flowers swaying in the spring breeze, but with a biting chill hidden in it.
"Who said...I, Chen Jiao, am the daughter of your Shen family?"
Chen He's heart trembled suddenly, as if struck by a long-lost and absurd lightning. The doubts and speculations that had been buried by the years were instantly lit up, with dazzling clarity.
Yes!
That long-forgotten document...
In her father's study, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the copy that her father had hastily hidden...
"Look at this!" Chen Jiao suddenly threw a roll of yellowed paper towards Chen He. The blood-stained paper rolled several times in the air and lay quietly at Shen Jiao's feet.
The moonlight was as bright as water, shining on the two names outlined in cinnabar, appearing particularly dazzling and striking to the heart.
It turned out to be——
Single pearl!
And, the title of the current chief of the Imperial Observatory!
This is... an old, yellowed marriage certificate, which seems to carry unknown secrets.
"Your mother, Shan Zhuyu, had already been with..." Shen He's eyes were fixed on Shen Jiao's suddenly changed face. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart, with unspeakable pain.
"You are not my father's biological child at all!"
"Bastard!!!"
Chen He used up his last bit of strength to shout out these two words, and his vision went dark.
The smug smile on Chen Jiao's face froze instantly.
A trace of surprise first flashed across those beautiful almond-shaped eyes, and then was replaced by overwhelming resentment and madness!
"Kill her!" Chen Jiao said three words coldly.
Shen He shouted hoarsely, but his voice was as weak as a mosquito.
Unfortunately, no one would listen to her.
The man in black behind Chen Jiao was like a lifeless puppet, only obeying Chen Jiao's orders.
They approached step by step, and a cold murderous aura enveloped Shen He.
Shen He closed his eyes in despair.
Is it over...?
Just like that...with endless hatred...
She seemed to be able to feel that Chen Jiao's embroidered shoe, stained with her father's blood and broken bones, had been raised and pointed at her head.
At this moment——
Without any warning, the sky suddenly became as bright as day!
“BOOM——!!!!”
A deafening thunderclap seemed to tear the entire sky apart!
Deafening!
The lightning was not ordinary pale.
It turned out to be... a strange golden purple color!
Chop straight down!
The target was not someone else, but the Qinzi Jue that rolled not far from Shen Ce's hand.
“Crack!”
The Qinzi Jue shattered with a sound!
A dazzling flash of lightning exploded!
Chen He only felt a white blur in front of his eyes and could not see anything clearly.
But the strange thing was that in that extreme light, she seemed to see...
A magnificent palace.
A banquet with clinking glasses.
The one who is high above is...
It’s the Queen Mother!
Wearing a luxurious palace dress embroidered with golden phoenixes, she was looking at... "her" kindly!
The Queen Mother asked, "Ah He, I grant you one wish. What do you want?"
That is... the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet!
That was the day her fate changed!
In her previous life, it was here that she foolishly requested a marriage with Xiao Jingren...
Then, there is no return!
This illusion...
So true!
It was so real that she couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or awake, alive or dead!
The thunder has not yet dissipated.
The mass grave fell into a silence that was even more eerie than before.
The gnawing sounds stopped.
The sound of the wind died down.
Even the breathing sounds of Chen Jiao and the men in black seemed to have disappeared.
Then--
"Click...squeak..."
The teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other came from all directions!
Shen He suddenly opened his eyes!
The pupils suddenly shrank into needle points!
All I saw were those mutilated, cold bodies lying on the ground...
Whether it was the Shen family's guards or the nameless withered bones...
it turns out……
They all opened their eyes at the same time!
Empty eye sockets or cloudy eyeballs, lifeless.
But they were indeed opened!
Even more terrifying is——
All the corpses, regardless of their posture, were now in an extremely twisted and bizarre posture...
Slowly, they raised their remaining arms...
Pointing in the same direction—
southeast!
The direction of the palace!
The densely packed arms are like an invitation to hell!
This scene is enough to scare a living person crazy!
Chen Jiao and her men were already pale and trembling with fear!
“Ghost…Ghost!!!”
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