Chapter 42 I'm Not Crazy Those iron hands, unmoving, had already lifted up...
Instead of being angry, Bai Yu laughed. Just as he was about to speak, those fair hands suddenly tightened their grip, and her scarlet eyes flashed slightly. In an instant, she crushed the clone into pieces.
The thick, black fog lingered in the air, leaving only a single, jet-black feather that spun slowly to the ground.
Just then, a hoarse, mournful cry pierced the sky, and a dark cloud suddenly loomed overhead, its wings taut, and pairs of dark pupils as eerie as ghosts.
The flock of crows descended like a dark cloud, swirling and turning like a vortex, before transforming into a tall, elegant, and refined man in a black robe.
He tapped his folding fan against his sleeve, bowed politely, and said, "I, Han Ya, apologize to Madam Xue and hope that she will forgive me."
He was so elegant and refined, just like a true gentleman.
In reality, he was nothing more than a beast in human skin.
Iron Hand and Tequila were the only two people who were still sober at the scene.
But there was nothing they could do. Now they couldn't even speak, as if their words were sealed. They could only desperately fight against the damp and sinister demonic power with their inner strength in order to break free from their shackles.
Fortunately, the crow didn't take the two of them seriously at all.
He just smiled and explained gently, "I only said a few ambiguous words, and their evil desires became so intense. They knew that there was a Miss He who was seriously ill and about to die, but they still only wanted to put the Madam to death. I feel sorry for the Madam, so naturally I will not let these human sacrifices go."
"Besides, Han Ya has already promised to treat you properly, so this mortal's prescription is naturally useless. I've often heard that resentment, death energy, and even evil thoughts are the best for nourishing the soul. What do you think of my three-pronged approach, Madam?"
As Han Ya spoke, he sighed with regret, his gaze lingering on her brows and eyes, and said with pity, "Madam Xue is so beautiful, yet her soul is so weak. I must take good care of her."
He leaned forward, his long, cold hand slowly sliding across Xue Xin's cheek, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey within arm's reach.
"The mortals in this courtyard can all be used as medicinal ingredients. Although the organs of these mortals do not taste good, their resentment and death aura before they die are extremely nourishing. The crows will comfort you with their resentment, madam, may I..."
Xue Xin shifted slightly, pondering his words, "The taste wasn't good... yet Young Master Han Ya went to the trouble of digging it out and eating it all?"
The crow lowered its head, its moist breath brushing against her earlobe. "Madam, you may not know this, but crows and sparrows love to eat carrion, and the life force of the living is the best way to improve one's cultivation. Therefore, I only eat the lungs and entrails of the dying. The life force mixed with the smell of decay is truly delicious."
His mouth unconsciously produced saliva, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, making a soft gurgling sound, and his lips and teeth gleamed with a sharp, silvery light.
He squinted his eyes and said slowly, as if enjoying the moment, "Anyway, they're all going to die. I'll see them off, and they'll give me a meal. Isn't that what mortals often call 'returning a favor'?"
"On the one hand, they think mortals are just human sacrifices, and on the other hand, they try their best to imitate the humble and polite manners of mortals. Sure enough, a beast is still a beast." Xue Xin turned his head and said quietly.
The crow finally stopped smiling; its face resembled a thick shard of porcelain, its edges sharp and menacing.
"I told you long ago, how can demons and ghosts associate with human beings? No problem, after I've absorbed all the life force here, I'll take my wife home and slowly cure this illness."
His unfathomable black pupils shifted, and the blade within them was now aimed at Iron Hand and Tequila.
Let's start with these two most detestable rats.
Black mist condensed into a thin sword behind him, but before the blade could be drawn, a white ribbon flew faster to his side of the neck, revealing a sudden killing intent!
"You dare."
The crow narrowed its eyes, shrank its body and swayed its waist, quickly retreating three steps while brushing against the white silk.
He stopped, breathing coldly, his fingers lightly touching the bloodstain on his neck, from which a sticky drop of dark blue demonic blood seeped out.
"Okay." He seemed both intrigued and genuinely enraged.
His hands, with their distinct knuckles, grew long, jet-black nails. He channeled his demonic power, raising dozens of thin swords into the air and slashing straight towards Xue Xin.
With a twirl of Xue Xin's white silk, the dozens of thin swords were caught in the whirlpool.
The dark, inky demonic power clashed with the crimson ghostly energy. Before long, a tearing sound was heard, the white silk ripped open, and several twisted, thin swords clattered to the ground, leaving only a few sword energies shooting out in all directions.
The desolate, withered leaves scattered on the ground were ravaged by the sword energy and flew around. A leaf blocked his view for a moment, and Xue Xin stepped on one foot and bent his body backward.
A cold sword aura grazed her neck, and a few strands of black hair drifted down with the withered leaves.
The raven glanced at the blood scab on her neck, pinpointing its exact location, before revealing a satisfied smile, saying with amusement, "This living person's life force... Madam should eat more. Your wounds haven't healed yet, why are you wielding swords and spears?"
As he spoke, he lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with fervent light, and said sincerely, "We all have a hundred years of cultivation, why make things unpleasant? If we kill all these human sacrifices, we can all advance in rank. There will be no more famous immortal cultivation families or demon-hunting clans here. From now on, we can fly freely in the sky and leap freely in the sea. Why is Madam still clinging to those two hypocritical mortals?"
Xue Xin's crimson eyes darkened, and upon hearing this, she scoffed lightly: "I just can't stand the stench of your body. I've seen plenty of hypocritical people, but this is the first time I've seen a hypocritical demon."
After saying this, the white silk ribbon flew away, wrapping around him in mid-air.
The crow twisted its body, blocking with its arm, while its other hand gripped the white silk tightly, a hissing sound of corrosion ringing out.
He smiled coldly without changing his expression, and suddenly pulled Xue Xin backward with force. Xue Xin was pulled away by this force, and her toes touched the ground, leaving a long scratch.
The crow conjured a thin sword in its right hand and thrust it straight at the enemy with deadly force.
Xue Xin fell backward and kicked the sword with his left foot.
Before the kick could land properly, the crow had already flung him away with all its might.
Xue Xin crashed heavily to the ground, some dark red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
The white silk ribbon fell at the feet of the crow, the tightly clenched end already soaked with dark blue demon blood.
Han Ya stared at his left hand, which was almost half corroded, his face ashen. His gaze toward Xue Xin finally turned into a crazed killing intent. "Bitch."
Xue Xin chuckled softly, his voice hoarse as he said, "Useless."
The crow curled its lips into a cold smile, raised its palm, and unleashed a torrent of dark, chilling demonic power, which lunged at Xue Xin like a mad snake.
The crimson ghostly energy met it head-on, but after only two rounds, it was exhausted and completely devoured.
Xue Xin's chest was suddenly pierced by a powerful demonic force, his soul and body shattered, and ghostly energy spilled out along with the cracks.
Her originally pale face had completely lost its color. She lay on the ground, struggling to get up, but could only barely lift her head.
The crow looked down at her from afar, its eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and disdain, and said with pity, "If you don't beg me for pity now, our peerless beauty, Madam Xue, will be utterly destroyed."
It's unclear what he said, but Xuexin seemed to suddenly realize something and chuckled softly. Thick, foul blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth, but her furrowed brows relaxed.
She closed her eyes tightly.
It's been over a hundred years; I've lived long enough.
There's really nothing in this world worth clinging to.
I've resented and hated for so long, I'm so tired...
Seeing that she wouldn't budge no matter what he said, Han Ya said no more, his eerie black eyes looking at her indifferently.
A heavy sword, as black as ink, gradually materialized in the air, imbued with demonic power. The sword moved with the force of thunder, its chill penetrating deep into the lungs.
Xue Xin's clothes and hair were scattered by the force, and in the blink of an eye, the sword was already in front of him.
However, this heavy sword, carrying the imposing weight of ten thousand mountains, was firmly grasped in mid-air by a pair of large hands that were both strong and gentle.
The sharp sword aura suddenly dissipated, and strands of hair slowly drifted down to her cheeks. Xue Xin opened her eyes with difficulty.
Under the blood moon, that strong and heroic figure once again stood in front of her, his iron hands holding up the heavens and the earth without moving an inch.
"Tie...Youxia...Are you crazy...?"
Run!
“I’m not crazy,” he said in a trembling voice.
Not only was he not insane, but he had never been so clear-headed or so grateful in his life for the excellent internal energy he had cultivated, which allowed him to break through the shackles of evil and to grasp the heavy sword as heavy as Mount Tai at the critical moment.
He dared not think too deeply, because once he did, his hands would no longer be able to hold anything.
But the most precious things in the world are behind him, and he must protect them with his iron hands.
He gripped the heavy sword tighter and tighter, his surging anger erupting, his inner strength surging forth like a torrent.
Iron Hand's pupils trembled violently, and his gaze toward Cold Crow was now filled with hatred—a hatred that wanted to tear him apart.
For the first time in his life, he had the idea of using vigilante justice to make Xue Xin pay back a thousandfold for the pain she had suffered.
Those once gentle eyes were now completely bloodshot, and bitter, painful tears welled up.
He hated the crows, but he hated his own incompetence even more.
Guilt and pain grew wildly like vines, binding his heart tightly until there was nowhere to escape and nowhere for him to breathe.
Iron Hand could only open his mouth and gasp for breath.
His large hands were torn and bleeding under the corrosive influence of demonic energy, and bright red blood dripped from between his fingers onto the ground, but he was completely unaware.
No external injury can compare to the excruciating pain I feel right now.
Through the hazy mist, Xue Xin saw the pool of blood winding and gathering, and her clear, bright red eyes were instantly stained with thick ink.
Her delicate fingertips pierced the ground, and resentment welled up from her heart, enveloping her like a bottomless pit.
The crow had already swooped in, gripping the heavy sword with both hands, its demonic energy transforming into sword energy that surged forth.
Xue Xin propped himself up, about to get up, when a purple longsword plunged into Han Ya's heart.
This was swift and fast; dark blue blood dripped down the tip of the sword in a stream.
Lightning flashed across the purple sword, and its clanging sound lingered incessantly.
The crow stiffly lowered its head, and before it could figure out who this third person was or where he came from, it collapsed heavily.
His eyes were wide open, his face filled with resentment and bitterness.
The slender body transformed into a dull-colored raven and fell to the ground. The stiff body remained motionless, except for that eerie eyeball that suddenly darted around.
A pale face was reflected in those dark pupils.
Even in illness, Xi Shi's beauty surpasses it by three points.
Xuexin suddenly collapsed as if all her strength had been drained.
She looked at the longsword flashing with purple lightning, and murmured as she lay on the ground, "It's you."
-----------------------
Author's Note: I've made it onto the 20,000-word list, so I can write three chapters a day this week! And I've learned how to add paragraph comments! It's already enabled~ I've only set it to require readers to bookmark the article; those who want to try it can give it a go!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
