Volume 4: Beginning of Spring Chapter 80 Trust
There seemed to be tiny, transparent snowflakes floating in the air.
Huang Juan seemed to see a translucent face, Song Lin's face, slowly covering Zhuang Zekun's face...
ten years.
The name, the face, the identity, all were fake.
Even the process of getting acquainted was deliberately designed.
She and her brother foolishly regarded him as a trustworthy elder and even thanked him...
Ten years.
Zhuang Zekun saw a tear roll down Huang Juan's lower eyelashes and fall onto the table.
The vertical lines between the eyebrows are very deep.
Dark circles under the eyes.
He remembered the first time he met her ten years ago. She sat there, very quiet, looking at him with curiosity...
She is dying.
He suddenly realized this clearly.
"Stop, Xiaojuan," he said, "It's meaningless for you to do this. You and your brother are both victims. Do you understand? You were forced to be a goddess, and your brother was forced to commit murder. If I die, Hu Yuefeng will continue to be at large, and there will be more children like you and Huang Hu who will be used and held hostage by him..."
Snowflakes fell on the handcuffs, and with a hissing sound, white smoke came out of the handcuffs.
Then, the handcuffs turned into powder and fell to the ground.
Zhuang Zekun immediately grabbed her hand.
Cold.
thin.
Then, a force burst out from Huang Juan's body.
He saw the look in her eyes, determined, the same as her brother's.
Zhuang Zekun did not let go.
A layer of frost slowly formed on the table.
“Xiaojuan, there is no sacrifice here. Even if you sacrifice yourself to summon him, he can only stay for a moment,” Zhuang Zekun’s voice became louder. “Hu Yuefeng sent you here to let you sacrifice and squeeze out the last bit of your usefulness…”
The tabletop slowly collapsed.
Turned into powder.
Under the impact of the energy, it flew in all directions and hit the wall. A layer of light blue light appeared on the wall. The powder suddenly lost its momentum and fell to the ground.
The table is gone.
Zhuang Zekun and Huang Juan sat face to face, and he held her hand tightly without letting go.
"Then what should I do?" Huang Juan asked.
"Tell me what you know."
"Which ones?"
"He needs blood offerings..."
Before Zhuang Zekun could finish his words, he felt a cold force penetrate into his body from his hand that was holding Huang Juan, and he subconsciously let go of his hand.
——He is the same as me.
Huang Juan stood up and said, "You are the same."
——Bring them here.
The hair rope broke, and the hair fluttered in the energy, turning white little by little.
A snowflake fell down her cheek.
"Xiaojuan, stop!"
Zhuang Zekun shouted loudly.
Countless snowflakes flew around with Huang Juan as the center, and the light blue color on the wall just lit up and then went out.
…
The small building shook a little.
The sound of explosions continued.
…
"You hold her," Jiang You said to Tang Butian, then he glanced at Guan Nuo, "Follow the section chief, we'll go out first."
Tang Butian reached out and grabbed Shu Xing.
They walked out.
…
"The goddess is taking action!" After saying that, Hong Kang rushed towards the back mountain.
This time, Sun Xiu did not stop him.
The sky got a little brighter.
The people who were originally ambushing near the small wooden bridge followed Hong Kang and moved towards the small building.
Sun Xiu watched them turn into black dots and merge into the woods at the back of the mountain. He took a few steps forward.
The wind blew, the leaves swayed, and the raindrops on the leaves fell off.
…
Sun Yu rushed out holding Zhao Cai in one hand and Jiang Mo in the other. He stopped only after running more than 20 or 30 meters.
He panted and looked at the ground outside the small building.
Jiang Mo stared at the small building.
A little red flickered deep in the pupil.
…
Zhuang Zekun quickly made several hand seals, temporarily blocking the energy that was constantly rushing outward.
Huang Juan's hair has turned completely white.
"It's no use, Xiaojuan."
The eyelashes, which had also turned white, trembled.
"I felt the same existence as Him," Huang Juan said.
"What?"
…
Shu Xing's body suddenly softened, and a solid black mass rushed out of her body and rushed into the room where Zhuang Zekun and Huang Juan were.
Zhuang Zekun reached out to grab it, but he was shocked to find that he caught nothing.
The black air rushed into Huang Juan's body.
…
The fire in Lingguan Temple was finally extinguished.
The statue of Lingguan, which had been burned beyond recognition, lay on the ground. Half a meter away from the statue, lay a corpse that had been burnt so black that it was unrecognizable.
"Host, there seems to be some movement in the small building in the back mountain."
Taoist Qingyang raised his head and glanced at the square-faced Taoist who was speaking. He said, "It's good that the fire is out."
…
After Tang Butian felt Shu Xing's breath and pulse, she said, "She's dead."
"What's going on?" Guan Nuo asked.
"Shall we go in and take a look?" Jiang You suggested.
Tang Bu Tian nodded slightly, she walked to the door, and after verifying, she opened the door.
The black air twisted like earthworms on Huang Juan's face and body.
Guan Nuo heard her say, "Stop pretending, Zhuang Zekun. You are not doing this for justice, nor for revenge for Sang Xu. Everything you do is for yourself."
"Xiaojuan, if you don't stop, I will..."
"Everyone in the inner courtyard has seeds planted in their bodies. He can use these seeds to extract the power we have cultivated and our lives. We are all His sacrifices."
Hong Kang rushed to the back mountain, and suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Then he fell down.
The people who followed him also fell down.
Groups of black air rushed towards the small building.
Flowing into Huang Juan's body.
Guan Nuo felt a heavy pressure coming from above his head. It seemed that something invisible was about to come in.
The snow is still falling.
Rain water also mixed in.
White mist was rising all around. Guan Nuo saw some small houses and some trees in the mist...
"This is a fragmented world..." Zhuang Zekun determined the situation and asked, "What do you want to do? We will be dragged into it!"
"I am a goddess. My ability is not just to let Him come here. I can also be a bridge, a passage, connecting the two worlds together." Huang Juan's fingers slowly turned into powder.
——Bring them here.
——On our territory.
——Myojin will take care of them.
"Uncle Song, welcome to the place where I grew up... "
Before she could finish her words, Jiang You waved a white postcard at her.
There is a picture of a small house on it, in which lives a little girl and her brother.
She drew it.
The energy around has become extremely unstable.
Zhuang Zekun saw a shadow rising under Guan Nuo's feet, he rushed over, and then both he and Guan Nuo were pushed into the white mist by an invisible force.
"I told you, next time I come, I will take you away." Jiang You grabbed Tang Butian 's left wrist and pulled her to Huang Juan's side.
"It's you, not Uncle Song?" Huang Juan realized that she had made a wrong judgment.
“It’s time to hit the road.”
