Calamity Messenger

Chapter 391: Chapter 321: I Don’t Want to Die

Ying Rushi held Murong Hui in her arms, while Murong Hui kept spitting blood, her breathing resembling the sound of a broken bellow.

She wasn’t dead yet. Relying on the Qi Blood of a Third-Turn Messenger, a mere fatal wound wasn’t enough to claim her life. But if she were to face the rain of arrows from the Baibao Guards next, death would just be a matter of time.

Murong Hui adjusted her position, gently spat out a mouthful of blood, and rested on the incredibly soft and elastic body of Ying Rushi, like a little girl tired out from play who just wants to sleep, her face filled with peace and joy.

She was clearly a personality who feared pain, death, and trouble, yet when truly faced with the great terror between life and death, she was more at ease than most people, as if about to participate in an unknown game.

"What should we do next?" She asked, her eyes wide open, looking at Ying Rushi.

Ying Rushi couldn’t help but chuckle. Murong Hui was always like this, rushing in impulsively, unsure of what to do after her three initial strikes, and instead asking Ying Rushi for advice. Even though Murong Hui always claimed to be the elder sister, it was usually Ying Rushi who took care of her, guided her, and protected her.

This time would be no exception.

Ying Rushi placed the Heaven-Swaying Sword into her hand, gripping her hands tightly.

"Say with me," Ying Rushi said, "Activate Dominance."

"Activate Dominance," Murong Hui said.

Boom!

A shockwave erupted from Murong Hui, and Ying Rushi, who was right next to her, felt as if her heart had been struck by a Siege Hammer, sending her back several steps, though her arms still clutched Murong Hui, but as the price most of her body sank into the mire.

Murong Hui’s grievous wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, or perhaps stitching would be a more accurate description, as if a deity was reweaving her body, turning her once more into a beautiful woman with black skin!

Ying Rushi, on the other hand, suddenly became weak. Only she had received the world-benefiting gain from the Demon Gathering Land, and she hoped to be the only offering absorbed by Dominance.

This was the first time the Heaven-Swaying Sword activated Dominance. No matter how serious her injuries were before, Ying Rushi never used it, because activating Dominance would retract all the worldly gains, including the Qi Blood of many patients Ying Rushi had healed, which might deprive them of their lives.

Even if hiding in the Thief’s House or other Secret Realms could sever ties with the real world, Ying Rushi didn’t dare to bet. Her life was no more precious than anyone else’s. This was her righteousness, her principle for separating herself from Ying Le.

But Murong Hui was different.

Ying Rushi couldn’t explain exactly why she was different. Perhaps it was because she always laughed carefree and brought her to all sorts of places to have fun, living each day so interestingly and shining like a light. If it were for Murong Hui, Ying Rushi was willing to betray her own righteousness and principles, even if it meant bearing guilt—that said, preferably not.

"Hui," Ying Rushi said, "you’re my best sister."

She grabbed Murong Hui by the collar and threw her out of the mire with all her might!

Murong Hui, though slim and graceful, was heavily armored with Black Scale Armor and various protective gear, far heavier than Ying Rushi. But under Ying Rushi’s full strength, she successfully vaulted across the mire, the Heaven-Swaying Sword with its orange-red flames in her hand, light as a flying bird.

In exchange, the recoil forced Ying Rushi to sink completely into the mire, with no chance to escape.

She vaguely heard Murong Hui’s shouts, but Ying Rushi wasn’t overly concerned, just as she wouldn’t waste the opportunity Murong Hui fought for. Murong Hui wouldn’t waste the new life Ying Rushi bought with her own life.

It seemed Murong Hui came for nothing, but Ying Rushi’s mindset was entirely different than just moments before. Having seen Murong Hui one last time and entrusted her with the Heaven-Swaying Sword, Ying Rushi had no regrets.

The last black spear was rather puzzling, seeming to be directed at Murong Hui... It looks like this naive sister also had her own troubles in life.

But, these were not things she should worry about. The Qi Kingdom, the Ying Family, the Thief’s House, Ying Le, Murong Hui, Black Wolf, Red Snake, and Yellow Dog... she finally didn’t have to think about any of it, because she was about to die.

Finally able to be at peace.

Finally able to sleep.

Finally...

Sinking into the mire, Ying Rushi breathed rapidly, her heart pounding uncontrollably, her body trembling slightly, her throat emitting a faint choking sound. Fear, like a venomous snake, pierced through her heart and coursed through her blood vessels, spreading throughout her body.

I’m so scared.

Mother, I’m so afraid.

No matter how much Ying Rushi tried to persuade herself with righteousness, when faced with this moment, she still couldn’t overcome the fear in her heart.

Yes, she was indeed afraid of dying, which is why she never dared to resist Ying Le’s rule, always hiding and lingering on, refusing to end her life voluntarily until the very last moment.

Compared to Murong Hui, who could face death calmly, she was nothing but a coward.

She was merely pretending all along, pretending she wasn’t afraid of Ying Le, pretending she dared to die for righteousness... Perhaps she even cast an Illusion Skill on herself, one named Fearlessness, and then she genuinely became fearless.

Luckily, this Illusion Skill lasted to the very end.

Since no one can see, even if I appear terrified and cowardly, no one can blame me, right? Ying Rushi lifted her head, greedily breathing in the air of the mire, reaching out with all her strength, trying to grasp onto nonexistent hope.

I don’t want to die.

I don’t want to die!

"Help me!"

In the mire, where no one could hear, Ying Rushi cried out loudly for the first time.

Buzz!

A peculiar roar stirred the swamp as Ying Rushi’s raised right hand was tightly grasped and pulled out like a carrot!

In a flash, Ying Rushi recognized a familiar face, a face no one would ever forget. The bright eyes shaped like a phoenix, a smiling mouth with upturned corners, a high nose, and... a disguise of bandages ruining those features completely! freёwebnoѵel.com

"Hold on tight!"

Yan Qing pulled Ying Rushi into his arms and maneuvered the Blue Flame Dragon Motorcycle, spraying countless chunks of mud from the swamp! The Baibao Guards were just a dozen steps away from Yan Qing and Ying Rushi. Originally, they were advancing steadily, but with Yan Qing’s unexpected arrival on the Blue Flame Dragon Motorcycle, naturally, they couldn’t just watch them slip away. One after another, they decisively flew at them, stepping on their comrades’ backs!

"Block them!"

As Yan Qing pointed, the Ascension Dragon Attendant behind him suddenly dropped dead, surprisingly triggering the "Resurrection" mutation.

The ensuing battle was as follows:

Ascension Dragon Attendant + Resurrection → Soul Dragon Attendant + Revived Dragon Attendant + Primordial Ascension Dragon Attendant

The Revived Dragon Attendant was shattered, summoning a Soul Dragon Attendant.

The Primordial Ascension Dragon Attendant was shattered, summoning a Soul Dragon Attendant and a Revived Dragon Attendant.

The last Revived Dragon Attendant was shattered, summoning another Soul Dragon Attendant.

Finally, only four permanently existing Soul Dragon Attendants remained on the field, triggering three resurrection events, all Dragon Attendants’ attribute values skyrocketed by 600/600!

The Baibao Guards attacked for several rounds, but realizing they were having no effect on the Soul Dragon Attendants, they ignored them. However, the Soul Dragon Attendants’ attack power was substantial; with their interference, Yan Qing calmly drove the Blue Flame Dragon Motorcycle across the swamp. Whether the ’Wind Fury’ effect was related to the wind remained unknown, but surprisingly, they didn’t sink.

As Yan Qing was about to leave the swamp, hundreds of arrows finally rained down. He held Ying Rushi in his arms and shouted, "Murong Hui, come up and block the arrows!"

"Coming!"

Already waiting at the edge of the swamp for some time, Murong Hui immediately leaped over. Yan Qing shifted his seat for her to sit at the back; however, he was suddenly taken aback as Murong Hui stepped on the rear seat, pressing her bottom onto his neck, sitting directly on him!

Yan Qing shouted furiously, "Sit down, you naughty cat!"

"You just drive your bike properly; I’ve got my own rhythm!"

"If you get thrown off, don’t blame me!"

"My sense of balance is great, don’t make noise, I’m blocking the arrows!" Murong Hui moved around, her rear constantly rubbing against his neck. But she was indeed intercepting the rain of arrows with Lightning Flying Knives. As a wide-area group attack, the Lightning Flying Knives were extraordinarily effective against the rain of arrows. Yan Qing could only swallow his disappointment in silence.

The three of them sped away from the scene on the motorcycle, outrunning even the arrows.

Ying Rushi stared blankly at them, seemingly still in shock.

The Ascension Dragon Attendant, Blue Flame Dragon Motorcycle, and the suddenly appearing Yellow Dog... Murong Hui being in the Demon Gathering Land made sense, but why was Yellow Dog here too?

"Am I dreaming?" Ying Rushi murmured, "Is this another world of illusions?"

Smack!

Without hesitation, Yan Qing slapped her, leaving Ying Rushi dumbfounded. Under her astonished gaze, Yan Qing calmly asked, "Are you awake now?"

"White Fox, I’m very disappointed in you." He looked at the road ahead, turning into another street: "You clearly recognized me earlier but refused to reveal your identity. You had at least two opportunities to seek our help, and yet you ended up in this situation."

"I thought you were the most rational and outstanding teammate in the Thief’s House." He continued, "I thought we were already companions."

Yan Qing truly felt a bit heartbroken. After three missions, he believed their relationship was solid, yet Ying Rushi saw him once in Ping City and once outside Nocturnal Heaven (on a different account), both times revealing his identity with the Bingzi Pepper Forest, yet Ying Rushi kept silent and concealed everything.

If not for Ying Rushi bringing out the Heaven-Swaying Sword just now, he wouldn’t have recognized her.

Gosh, if you fought with Ying Le, would I not help? Just say the word, and I’d create ten alternate accounts to assist you!

Yan Qing silently fumed, feeling underestimated and distanced in their relationship. Sigh, the life and death camaraderie in Chang’an City turned out to be just his illusion.

Suddenly, Ying Rushi giggled softly and murmured a few words. Yan Qing widened his eyes—was that a smile while he was angry? He suddenly understood why the dean disliked cheeky grins. When you’re this serious and someone doesn’t care, anyone would be upset!

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"I said, I’m sorry." Ying Rushi wiped the mud and tears from her face and smiled, "This time, it was my fault."

"I’m tired; let me rest for a bit." She said weakly, hugging Yan Qing: "I’ll leave what’s next to you guys."

"Murong Hui, lead the way."

"When there’s work, it’s Murong Hui. When not, it’s a naughty cat, right?" Murong Hui said, puffing up angrily: "Turn left! Let’s find something to eat and drink first."

Ying Rushi leaned on Yan Qing’s shoulder, watching the fast-retreating street, whispering softly in her heart.

If this is an illusion world, it’s not too bad.