Chapter 43 She is my wife, but he always indulges her...
The crow is dead, its demonic power dissipates, and the barrier collapses.
The withered leaves and soft mud beneath their feet transformed into a familiar bluestone path, and the surrounding courtyards were now lit up. The captivated crowd fell to the ground one after another.
Tequila has finally broken free of her constraints; tonight's events are more bizarre and unbelievable than anything she has ever experienced in her life.
She wouldn't believe it even if someone told her until she was hoarse, unless she saw it with her own eyes.
But she witnessed it with her own eyes.
Her mind was in turmoil, and she could only try her best to control herself from thinking about the things standing in front of her. She stammered, "Miss He? These people..."
"He will wake up tomorrow." He Jiuling glanced coldly at the agave, and in her terrified gaze, he transformed into a man with fluttering robes and a cold, imposing aura.
Xuexin looked at that cold and rigid face, her heart calm and undisturbed.
Perhaps it truly is fate; one can escape the first day of the month, but not the fifteenth.
Iron Hand had no time to consider the sudden turn of events. His steps were unsteady, and he stumbled over, his trembling hand landing on her shoulder. "Ah Xue, are you alright... ah..."
His eyes were red-rimmed, and he could only feel his lips opening and closing.
The next moment, his forehead leaned weakly against her cold cheek, and hot tears fell onto her collarbone, instantly filling a pool of pain.
"what to do……"
Iron Hand held her tightly, the blood from his palm soaking her clothes, seemingly trying to penetrate her skin and seep deeper into her body.
Xuexin was held tightly in his arms, silent, her soul wandering as she counted the fear and pain rising in his heart.
It was surprisingly strong, even stronger than all the bitter medicine she had drunk in her lifetime combined.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Iron Hand turned to the side and pleaded, "I beg you, save her..."
He panicked and lost all composure and rationality, his eyes fixed on the four cracks on her body, fearing that she would turn into black mist and disappear completely in the next moment, like the clone of a crow.
He searched high and low, but he could never find her again.
The words "I beg you" should have been incredibly heavy, but he said them without the slightest reluctance.
On the contrary, I felt it was too light.
So light as to be incapable of shaking anyone.
To the person before him, it was as light as a feather; his eyes remained completely unmoved.
The man stood still, and one drop, two drops, the dark blue demon blood finally dripped out, and the smooth sword blade gleamed in the night.
However, the man did not withdraw his sword. He moved swiftly, his sword flashed, and his long sword drew a long arc in the air, thrusting straight at Xue Xin's throat.
Just as he was about to thrust the sword forward, the tip of the sword was already blocked in front of him by Iron Hand.
The man's face was as cold as ice, and he simply said, "She is a ghost."
Iron Hand clenched his fists, trying his best to suppress the raging emotions in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice, "She...is my wife."
Xuexin lowered her eyes and trembled twice, her bloodstained hands curling into her sleeves.
It felt like something was scalding my heart. The moment the flames licked at me, the stubborn moss growing deep inside my heart curled up and retreated.
She suddenly couldn't lift her head anymore, and all that remained in the world was this hoarse promise.
She knew this was Tie Youxia's promise.
The man's face remained expressionless, and he said coldly, "Humans and ghosts are different. Ghosts are born of resentment and are bound to do evil. You are a constable, so I don't need to say more."
The swordsman saw that he was clear-headed and intelligent, and judging from his appearance, he was an upright, honest, and discerning person.
I thought that after hearing this, the person would finally realize the truth.
Unexpectedly, Tie Shou simply gripped the tip of his sword, shook his head, and said firmly, "Nothing in this world can be judged by a single word. Even if Xue Xin is a ghost, he would never do evil."
These words came from the heart, without any selfish motives. That's why he could speak with such firmness and conviction.
He loved Ah Xue, not just because he coveted her beauty, but because day after day he pitied her sorrowful longing and turmoil when she frowned, and cherished the poignant sorrow in her tearful eyes.
I love her beautiful face, like a lotus flower in the rain, but what I find even harder to understand is the timid and sensitive part of her.
Iron Hand looked at her with his heart, not with his eyes.
He was meticulous in handling cases and never let anyone go unpunished. Even though he was as strong as iron and possessed profound inner strength, he was by no means an empty-headed person.
From the very first encounter, how could Tie Shou be completely unaware of Xue Xin's thoughts, tests, and deliberate attempts to make things difficult?
However, he was always willing to indulge her.
He never thought of becoming one of the Four Great Constables in front of Xue Xin.
He only wanted to be Tie Youxia, who would always stand by her side.
Although he hadn't truly considered the possibility of demons or ghosts, he knew that Xue Xin must have suffered countless grievances and endured untold hardships.
How could a girl who has been pampered and spoiled since childhood have such heart-wrenching sorrow and such unsettled thoughts?
He never thought she was pretentious; he only felt that they met too late and that he owed her many years of his life.
Tie Youxia already knew her true nature.
Therefore, "whether human or ghost, Xuexin is just Xuexin."
The man said indifferently, "Those self-righteous mortals rarely come to a good end."
"It's not that you're arrogant, but that you haven't understood her." Iron Hand channeled his inner strength and forcefully moved the bloodthirsty longsword away.
"Do you really think that a ghost has never committed evil? Do you know that a ghost's body is formed from boundless resentment and hatred?" The man sneered, looking at Iron Hand as if he were looking at a stubborn and unrepentant person.
Upon hearing this, Tie Shou felt not hesitation or fear, but a heart-wrenching pain as if swarms of rats and ants were gnawing at his heart.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Not bad."
"Not bad." A clear and melodious voice rang out.
Iron Hand turned around in a daze and saw that dashing and charming figure.
Tequila looked at him from afar and smiled knowingly, just as she had when faced with every difficult case before.
She understands Tie Shou, and now she understands Xue Xin as well.
She believed in Tie Shou, and naturally she was also willing to believe in Xue Xin.
She took the bow from her back, and with five arrows in one crossbow, aimed it at the man's sword.
Xuexin fell to the cold ground, looking at the backs of the two people, one tall and burly, the other thin and frail.
As I looked at it, my eyes became clouded as if I were seeing something incomprehensible.
However, it was just a chance encounter.
She asked herself honestly if her relationship with Iron Hand was just a fling, and her relationship with Tequila was merely a casual acquaintance.
No matter how carefully you analyze it, you can't find a single reason why they are willing to protect her like this.
The swordsman slightly raised his eyelids, "Stubborn to the end."
He naturally wanted to kill the female ghost who had escaped from the talisman array on the spot, but these two ordinary people with mortal bodies were obstructing him in every way, so he couldn't really hurt them.
His narrow phoenix eyes glanced at Xue Xin, catching glimpses of yang energy emanating from her, and he already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.
Ordinary people, troubled by love and self-righteous, often indulge in beautiful fantasies, unaware that the human body is the only thing that demons and ghosts can see.
He looked at the clear-eyed young man and slowly said, "You believe she has never harmed anyone. What guarantees you can vouch for her?"
"And on what grounds did you convict her? As a constable, I act as a chivalrous person, preferring to let the guilty go free rather than kill the innocent. Even if you are a demon hunter, you absolutely cannot do the opposite." Iron Hand retorted without backing down.
The man stared at him for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "Fine, if you want me to let her go, then dare you walk through her cycle of reincarnation?"
Seeing Tie Shou lost in thought, he calmly explained, "The path of reincarnation reveals the unresolved issues and resentments of the deceased throughout their life, which are the origins of their ghostly resentment. However, this formation is designed for ghosts and monsters, hence the Soul-Burning Fire burning along the way. If one has not committed any evil deeds in life or death, then this fire can only scorch the soul without harming the life. Conversely, this fire will burn the soul to ashes."
He narrowed his eyes. “Her soul is now damaged and she can no longer endure this soul-burning pain. If you truly believe in her, why not carry her across the road, suffer this soul-burning pain for her, and also see if she is truly as you wish, and has never done evil.”
His voice was icy, trying to make Iron Hand back down, "Of course, if she has done evil, then you can only accompany her and be burned to ashes by the Soul-Burning Fire."
These words were fraught with danger; a single misstep could cost you your life.
Human nature always has two sides, good and evil; where there is white, there is black, not to mention the gray area in between.
How can one use their life as collateral for human morality?
Moreover, since no one can escape this soul-burning torture anyway, why should we go through this for no reason?
But unfortunately, this person was Tie Youxia.
He didn't think too much about it; all the evil deeds and resentment vanished like the wind from his ears.
He simply said, "I'm willing."
Every word was powerful and resonant.
Upon hearing those three words, Xue Xin hurriedly raised her head, tears streaming down her lips, "Tie Youxia, you've gone mad."
"I don't need you. Get out, get as far away as possible."
“I don’t need your pity at all. He’s right. You’re too arrogant.”
She continued with sharp words, one after another, and as if still feeling uncomfortable, she said, "All along, I've only been using you, that's why I've been so sweet and flattering to you."
"How could you be so stupid? I was just playing along."
Iron Hand listened, his eyes still so peaceful, seemingly capable of encompassing all things.
He only responded without speaking, as if using all his gentleness to carefully wrap a thorn.
He did not think Xue Xinhe deserved such speculation and embarrassment, or even torture to prove himself in order to escape the danger to his life.
Fortunately, he could take the pain for her.
Even worse, he wanted to see it, to let him see it.
Let him see her sorrow and understand why she is sad and why she has faded.
He wanted to carefully retrieve her from the depths of the past and cherish her dearly. But first, he had to find that deserted, closed ferry crossing.
Originally, he should have been nowhere to be found.
He knew that Xuexin would not allow anyone to break in again, and even if he cut open his heart and held it there, it would be no use.
But it was precisely because he understood this that he felt willing, genuinely willing.
Xue Xin's chest heaved heavily for a long time before she finally calmed down, exhausted. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Tie Youxia, I will never love you."
Iron Hand's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his gaze helplessly, his throat feeling as if something was stuck in it, causing a dry, painful sensation.
He moved his lips and murmured, "It's alright. Ah Xue, it's enough that I love you."
Xuexin closed her eyes, unable to bear it any longer, her eyes filled with hot tears that had nowhere to flow, just like the snow on the whole mountain melting in spring.
The swordsman's eyes remained calm and undisturbed as he raised his sword and formed a hand seal.
In an instant, a road engulfed in black flames snaked past in front of them.
He said indifferently, enunciating each word clearly, "Please."
Seeing the birthplace of resentment and evil can cloud people's judgment and lead them astray, but the fire that burns the soul will not.
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Author's Note: Love is always a feeling of indebtedness, sob sob.
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