Calamity Messenger

Chapter 422: Chapter 352: Slaying the Illusion

Ying Rushi heard a strange sound.

It was the sound of a tongue sliding over water, sticky and delicate. She immediately recognized it as Murong Hui sneaking a bite because Murong Hui had a long, nimble tongue, and she made a particularly... terrible sound when eating ice cream.

Murong Hui sneaking ice cream in the middle of the night was nothing unusual. Ying Rushi originally planned to ignore it, but the sound grew increasingly intriguing and seductive, like two pythons entwining each other, making one’s heart itch. And listening to it, it seemed to be coming from the window... Were the two of them sneaking ice cream at midnight?

Ying Rushi couldn’t resist her curiosity, sat up, and rubbed her eyes.

Then she witnessed a scene she would never forget.

[Yan Qing] was still sitting on the windowsill, and [Murong Hui] was indeed there, but they weren’t sneaking ice cream. Murong Hui was straddling Yan Qing’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, their lips tightly pressed together. Despite the insufficient lighting, Ying Rushi could clearly see their tongues entwining, mingling, and sucking, just by watching them, one could imagine how absorbed they were, as if savoring a sweet ice cream together.

When they parted, a crystalline thread formed between their lips, reflecting a fallen glow under the streetlight. Then Murong Hui bowed down and kissed bit by bit downwards, neck, collarbone, chest, abs, each kiss igniting a crisp sound, like a branding iron marking a slave’s skin.

Finally, at last—

Murong Hui buried her head down, her movements very slow, as if struggling, or savoring with care. She turned her body to glance at Ying Rushi, who was hiding in darkness, raising a hand to lift her hair to let Ying Rushi see everything clearly. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

As if immobilized since the beginning, Ying Rushi finally regained control of her body.

Hallucination.

What an absurd hallucination.

In extreme anger, Ying Rushi felt a peculiar sense of amusement. Previous hallucinations, whether good or bad, at least attempted to deceive her, making her unable to extricate herself, but how did this hallucination become so absurd and bizarre? Was the Divine Martial True Blood underestimating her?

Yet strangely, even after realizing it was a hallucination, Ying Rushi didn’t exit the dream. Clearly, last night, when she uncovered the reality, the hallucination world immediately shattered.

She watched Murong Hui bobbing like a pecking chick, making a sticky, delicate sound. However, no matter what she did, channel spiritual power, activate authority, self-harm, or even use the Red Dust Eye, she couldn’t shatter this absurd and enchanting hallucination.

Obviously, there’s only one way to shatter the illusion.

From the beginning, the obsession with the illusion aimed at leading her down this path.

Ying Rushi was aware of the deceit, but firstly, she found no other means to break the illusion, and secondly... her patience had reached its limit!

Ting!

The Heaven-Swaying Sword was unsheathed, swiftly cutting through chaos!

Ying Rushi deliberately closed her eyes, neither seeing nor hearing, and slashed horizontally with the sword, feeling a distinct ’slippery’ sensation of slicing into flesh.

Upon reopening her eyes, Ying Rushi found herself lying on the bed again. Turning her head, Murong Hui was sleeping beside her, prompting her to breathe a sigh of relief.

But just then, Murong Hui yawned, got up from the bed, and walked toward Yan Qing. It wasn’t until she stepped into the light that Ying Rushi realized she wore nothing, her caramel-colored skin glossed like sticky syrup, emanating an alluring glow. Yan Qing embraced Murong Hui like this, restarting their kisses, only more entwined and scandalous than before.

Ying Rushi’s body trembled slightly, not from hatred, but from anger.

"No."

"Defilement."

"The two most important people in my life!"

This time, Ying Rushi didn’t close her eyes because she wasn’t killing Yan Qing and Murong Hui, only dirty illusions mimicking their appearance! This wasn’t slaughter but purification, preserving the most cherished memories in her mind!

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on the bed, still holding the Heaven-Swaying Sword.

"Hmm?" Murong Hui uttered a confused nasal sound, first sitting up, looking at her bewilderedly, then getting up.

Ying Rushi’s gaze sharpened instantly, gripping the sword hilt tightly.

Yet Murong Hui walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and took out an ice cream, tearing open the package and eating heartily. Ying Rushi hesitated, then reluctantly resheathed the Heaven-Swaying Sword.

Could this not be a hallucination, but reality?

But just then, Murong Hui walked toward Yan Qing again. She watched Murong Hui bite off half the ice cream, then straddle Yan Qing’s waist, passing the ice cream to Yan Qing’s mouth.

Ting!

...

Ting!

...

Ting!

After slaying countless illusions, upon hearing the call, Ying Rushi instinctively clenched the Heaven-Swaying Sword, her eyes showing resolute murder intent.

"What happened?"

Yan Qing squatted by the bedside, gazing at her puzzledly, softly asking, "Did you have a nightmare? You’re all sweaty."

Ying Rushi instinctively wiped her forehead, indeed, there was a lot of sweat. She realized her heart was racing, breathing was rapid, her whole body was steaming. With a deep breath, she spoke softly, "Just dreamed of some... unpleasant things."

"Then continue sleeping, I can keep watch—"

"No, I don’t want to sleep." Ying Rushi quickly shook her head, "Good to clear my mind."

"Alright," Yan Qing said, "Don’t push yourself, you can rely on us."

Ying Rushi felt a slight sting in her nose, dared not speak much, just nodded firmly, "Mm!"

Walking to the windowsill to sit down, Ying Rushi felt a sense of relief. Though she didn’t know why such absurd hallucinations appeared, they wouldn’t stay long in the Demon Gathering Land; these two days, try to sleep less, just endure it, separate from them, and the hallucinations should—

Tsk.

Upon hearing the familiar, sticky, and delicate sound, Ying Rushi’s body stiffened instantly, her scalp tingling.

Don’t look.

Don’t turn your head.

Don’t!

But Ying Rushi couldn’t control herself. She seemed like a petrified statue, stiffly turning her head towards the hall. In the hall bed, Yan Qing and Murong Hui’s figures merged together, seemingly becoming one. Fingers, palms, tongues, chests, buttocks, the Third-Turn Messenger’s body seemed to transform into an instrument, playing a soul-stirring symphony amidst repression.

Unsure how long had passed, unsure how long she watched, unsure how long she endured.

Ying Rushi walked to the bed front, her outline dissolving in darkness, only the crimson eyes fixed on the entwined figures on the bed, raising the Heaven-Swaying Sword high.

Fall!