Chapter 262: Alive?
As he took the war kn*fe, looking at the bright blade, Xie Erlang’s hands trembled slightly, unable to control themselves.
Although he had gained the ability to come back to life under the guidance of that miraculous power, when faced with d*ath at that moment, he still felt a trace of fear arising from biological instinct.
Being able to come back to life does not mean one does not need to endure the pain of dying…
But what exactly does the pain of d*ath feel like?
I’ve heard that when a person dies, everyone they have ever known will appear before them to bid farewell, quietly watching them leave. Is that true?
Xie Erlang did not fear d*ath, but he was very afraid of seeing those people again.
Those he had killed with his own hands.
Would it be a searing pain, feeling bl**d loss from the body, as the whole world gradually turns gray and cold, as if an invisible force was choking his organs, making it harder to breathe?
Or would it be some other unknown condition?
He did not know!
After all, he had never died.
“Brother, what are you waiting for?” Seeing Xie Erlang’s hesitation, Shen Baiwei let out a sigh of relief while urging him with a stern face, “It wouldn’t be that you’re scared, right? If you’re really scared, just apologize nicely; this saint is magnanimous and might let you go!”
Although she worried about the young man before her, who really came back to life under the influence of the Shaman Queen’s power, or if something unexpected would happen, she could only force herself to continue acting aggressively at this moment.
According to what Calamity had told her before leaving, once the people corrupted by the Shaman Queen appeared and began to confront her, she must stand firm to the end.
At such a time, any tenderness or retreat could be seen by others as a sign of weakness, after all, “real goods” are never afraid to compare with “fake goods,” not only do they not fear it, but when “fake goods” jump out to ride on their face, they will also show the appropriate anger.
In short, everything could be soft, but the mouth must be hard!
Perhaps it was Shen Baiwei claiming to be the “Miracle Saint Fang Ji,” obstructing the Shaman Queen’s power and tainting the God Realm Yumen, or perhaps it was Xie Erlang’s hesitation that provoked the dissatisfaction of “miracle,” silently causing deep red currents invisible to the n*ked eye to surge into the hall of Dai Mu Institute.
Like a silently spreading mist, faintly glowing, it seeped into the hall of Dai Mu Institute through the open door, half-closed windows, and tiny gaps in the roof, gradually gathering and becoming thick.
They lurked in every corner of Dai Mu Institute, quietly waiting like evil spirits preparing to hunt.
This was a special ritual, and also a brutal contest.
In the end, if Xie Erlang cannot come back to life, the Shaman Queen’s progress in tainting the God Realm Yumen would be greatly delayed.
But if Xie Erlang succeeded, then the crowd gathered in the Dai Mu Institute, even the vast majority of people inside the God Realm Yumen, would suddenly be influenced by the Shaman Queen’s power, becoming followers of “miracle” in the invisible.
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Unlike Luxianbei, who had special eyes, Shen Baiwei only began to notice something was wrong when the entire large hall became completely shrouded in deep red.
Through her spiritual perception, she discovered that the entire hall seemed to be changing in an abnormal way.
A hazy, distorted sense of oppression made people feel inexplicably uneasy.
This reminded her of the time when the Snake of Time was gradually approaching, feeling similar, yet not exactly the same.
Something bad was about to happen… Just as this thought flashed through Shen Baiwei’s mind, the urging voices of the crowd gathered in the hall drilled into her ears.
“Quick! If you’re going to d*e, just d*e quickly and don’t waste time!”
“d*mn it, didn’t you say you can come back to life? Hurry up and make a move?! Do you want me to help you?”
“Hurry up, who of you is the Miracle Saint? I want to see results now!”
“…”
The urging voices rose and fell, filled with a cutting hostility.
If words could k*ll directly, these people would have already carved Xie Erlang into pieces.
Surrounded by that “piercing” noise, Xie Erlang seemed to return to a market filled with slaughter and chaos. In a glance, he saw that one-eyed man standing among the crowd, covered in bl**d, grinning malevolently at him.
How could this happen?!
I clearly killed him, cut him up completely!
No, that was his ghost; he turned into a ghost and wouldn’t let me go!
Confused thoughts flashed through Xie Erlang’s mind, his eyes gradually filled with insanity.
There were voices laughing around him, people shouting, mixed with that one-eyed man’s voice.
“Xie Erlang… Xie Erlang…”
“Xie Er’ao, you useless thing, you’ll forever only deserve to be stepped on by me, living like a dog!”
“Xie Er’ao, you can’t k*ll a ghost…”
His nerves gradually tightened, causing him to unconsciously grip tightly the war kn*fe in his hands.
One hand gripped the leather hilt, making a creaking sound, while the other hand clutched the blade, bl**d pouring out.
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In the crowd.
Since the appearance of the girl who claimed to be the Miracle Saint, Fang Girl, Xia Lianqing had been secretly observing the unfolding events.
In fact, she wanted to show herself when that Fang Girl was deceiving the public, to kick her out of the Dai Mu Institute.
After all, she was also considered a member of Dai Mu Institute. In such a special time, how could she tolerate someone causing trouble in her territory?
What kind of Miracle Saint is this? It’s not like the Hong Bian Monk personally came; she’s Xia Lianqing and would never acknowledge that.
However, the sudden appearance of Chen Long from the Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers made her choose to temporarily endure and observe the changes.
She always trusted the Longxiang Army, believing that Chen Long and Fang Ji might have a mission.
But unexpectedly, this endurance led to big problems.
First, Chen Long and Fang Ji sang in harmony, exhibiting the so-called miracle, and then a young lad unexpectedly jumped into the fray, forced step by step to the point of self-harm with the kn*fe.
And now that lad, for some unknown reason, was twitching all over, gripping the blade in a self-destructive manner, his hands covered in bl**d, with eyes filled with bloodshot madness, and pale cracked lips mumbling incomprehensible words.
“Fake… real… all must d*e… no, as long as I d*e, it’s fine…”
That look, even a fool could see there was a problem.
But for some reason, the crowd gathered in the hall became more and more like they were bewitched, worse than fools, completely oblivious to the abnormality.
Upstairs and downstairs, laughter filled every corner of Dai Mu Institute but did not bring an ounce of joy.
It seemed everyone was immersed in a heightened, abnormal emotion, eagerly anticipating the sight of that lad bleeding out, even the children were clapping and cheering.
This can’t go on! Xia Lianqing thought, biting her silver teeth, suddenly standing up and quickly walking toward the boy surrounded by the crowd.
Someone could d*e! How could she just sit and watch?
“Stop it, it should end now! Do you hear me? I said it should end…”
Xia Lianqing shouted loudly, but before she finished her words, the scene before her made her feel as if she had been choked, leaving her frozen in place.
Her words suddenly ceased.
She saw that lad suddenly grinning, shouting, “Haha, I understand now! Only by killing myself can I completely k*ll him!”
Saying this, he raised the sharp war kn*fe, placing it against his neck, and fiercely slashed.
The intense pain and sudden sense of weakness from bl**d loss did not stop him from continuing his actions.
As the tip of the kn*fe scraped across his throat, with trembling hands, he forcefully stabbed, then smoothly drew downward…
“Thud—!”
Accompanied by a dull sound, the thick, crimson bl**d gushed out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.
The war knives worn by the Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers, although not yet spirit energy items, were made of quality materials, able to slice through iron like mud.
As Xie Erlang drew and cut, the blade moved freely, leaving behind a huge, ghastly, T-shaped wound, exposing internal organs and bones.
Seeing this, Xia Lianqing stood frozen in place, her eyes wide, her lips pale, her stomach roiling.
Before this, she had heard of some strange people exhibiting self-harm actions, but she had never imagined someone could be so cruel to themselves.
“Thud—!”
It was not until Xie Erlang’s corpse fell into the pool of bl**d, making a heavy sound, that Xia Lianqing came back to her senses from the shock.
Looking around, aside from the pale-faced “Fang Ji” and Chen Long, almost everyone else was watching this bloody, terrifying scene without showing fear, instead, smiles of eager interest appeared on their faces.
“Wow, that’s a hard strike!”
“Haha, this kid really slashed his throat? Interesting, interesting!”
“Bets are open! Let’s gamble on whether this kid can survive!”
“Quick, get a basin to collect some; I’ve heard human bl**d can cure diseases!”
“…”
Amidst the clamor, Xia Lianqing saw that in the pool of bl**d, the boy’s form had already lost its shape; the corpse was stiff and unmoving, but suddenly, his body twitched.
Then, she saw him raise his hand, slowly covering his still-bleeding throat.
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Moved? No, how could he really be alive?
Seeing Xie Erlang’s corpse suddenly move, half-sitting up covering his neck, and his bl**d-soaked head tilting, with bloodshot eyes casting a glance this way, Shen Baiwei’s eyelids jolted, her heart racing.
Could it be that Calamity over there hasn’t been dealt with yet? What should I do?
He wouldn’t really come back to life, would he?
If he really comes back to life, wouldn’t it be my turn to slit my throat? Shen Baiwei thought anxiously.
She suddenly realized she may have been set up by Calamity in a big way…
