Free Web NovelTaking the battle saber, Xie Erlang’s hands trembled slightly as he looked at the gleaming blade.
Although he had gained the ability to be resurrected from the dead under the guidance of that miraculous power, when it came to facing death directly, he still felt a trace of fear originating from biological instinct.
Being able to be resurrected from the dead does not mean one does not have to endure the pain of death...
But what exactly is the pain of death like?
I heard that when a person dies, everyone they have seen in their life will appear before them, bidding them farewell, quietly watching them leave. Is this true?
Xie Erlang was not afraid of death, but he was very afraid of seeing those people again.
Those he had killed with his own hands.
Or is it an unbearable sharp pain in the wound, feeling blood draining from the body, the entire world gradually turning dark and cold, as if an invisible force is choking the organs, making breathing more and more difficult?
Or is it some other unknown situation?
He doesn't know!
After all, he had never died.
“Brother, what are you still waiting for?” Seeing Xie Erlang’s hesitation, Shen Baiwei, while secretly sighing in relief, urged with a dark expression, “Could it be that you’re scared? If you’re truly scared, apologize obediently now, and this Holy Child, being magnanimous, might not be unwilling to let you off!”
Although she was very worried that the young man in front of her, after using the saber, would truly be resurrected from the dead under the influence of the Shaman King’s power, or that some other unexpected situation would occur, at this point, she could only bite the bullet and continue to act aggressively.
According to what Disaster told her before leaving, once those who were eroded by the Shaman King appeared and began to confront her, she ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) had to be unyielding to the end.
At this time, any gentleness or concession could be seen by others as a sign of guilt, after all, “the real thing” is never afraid of being compared with “the fake thing,” not only will it not be afraid, but when “the fake thing” jumps out and rides on its face, it will show due anger.
In short, every part of the body can be soft, but the mouth must be tough!
Perhaps Shen Baiwei’s actions of claiming to be “Miracle Saint Fang Ji” hindered the Shaman King’s power from eroding the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, or perhaps Xie Erlang’s hesitation caused the “miracle” to be displeased. Silently, wisps of deep red, imperceptible to the naked eye, surged into the hall of Daimu Courtyard.
Like a quietly spreading, faintly glowing thick fog, it slowly seeped into the hall of Daimu Courtyard from the open doors, half-closed windows, and tiny cracks in the roof, gradually gathering and becoming denser.
They lingered in every corner of Daimu Courtyard, like evil spirits preparing to hunt, quietly waiting.
This was a special sacrifice, and also a fierce struggle.
If, in the end, Xie Erlang could not be resurrected from the dead, the Shaman King’s progress in eroding the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate would be greatly delayed.
But if Xie Erlang succeeded, then the people gathered in Daimu Courtyard at this moment, and even most of the people within the Divine Kingdom Jade Gate, would instantly be affected by the Shaman King’s power, and imperceptibly become followers of the “miracle”...
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Shen Baiwei was not like Lu Yibei, who had those special eyes. It wasn't until the vast hall was completely enveloped in deep red that she became slightly aware.
Through Spiritual Energy detection, she found that the entire hall seemed to have become abnormal.
A hazy, distorted sense of oppression made her inexplicably uneasy.
This reminded her of when The Serpent of the Years was gradually approaching; the feeling was similar, but not entirely the same.
Something bad is about to happen... As this thought flashed through Shen Baiwei’s mind, the urging voices of the onlookers gathered in the hall pierced her ears.
“Hurry up! If you’re going to die, die quickly, don’t waste time!”
“Damn it, didn’t you say you could be resurrected from the dead? Hurry up and do it?! Do you want me to help you?”
“Hurry up, who exactly is the Miracle Saint among you? I want to see the result now!”
“...”
The urging voices rose and fell, filled with dagger-like hostility.
If words could kill directly, those people would have probably already cut Xie Erlang into a thousand pieces.
Surrounded by “ear-piercing” clamor, Xie Erlang felt as if he had returned to a market filled with slaughter and chaos. In a flash, he actually saw the one-eyed big man standing among the crowd, his face covered in blood, grinning sinisterly at him.
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I clearly killed him, cut him down, completely killed him with one slice after another!
No, that’s his ghost, he’s turned into a ghost and still won’t let me go!
Disordered thoughts constantly flashed through Xie Erlang’s mind, gradually filling his eyes.
Someone was laughing in his ears, someone was shouting, mixed with the voice of the one-eyed big man.
“Xie Erlang... Xie Erlang...”
“Xie Lao Er, you useless thing, you’re only fit to be trampled under my feet like a dog, Lived your life!”
“Xie Lao Er, humans can’t kill ghosts...”
His increasingly taut nerves made him unconsciously grip the battle saber he held in both hands.
One hand gripped the leather of the hilt, making a “creaking” sound, while the other gripped the blade, dripping with blood.
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Among the crowd.
From the moment that Miss who claimed to be the Miracle Saint appeared, Xia Lianqing had been secretly observing the unfolding situation.
In fact, she had intended to reveal herself and blast that Miss out of the Daimu Courtyard gate as soon as she started spreading her deceptive words.
She was, after all, the mistress of Daimu Courtyard, and during such a special period, how could she tolerate someone causing trouble on her territory?
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However, the sudden appearance of Soldier Chen Long, a Longxiang Army Armored Soldier, made her choose to temporarily endure and observe the changes.
She always trusted the Long Xiang Army, feeling that Soldier Chen Long and Fang Ji might have a mission.
But she never expected that her patience would lead to a big problem.
First, Soldier Chen Long and Fang Ji cooperated, using slight means to display the so-called miracle. Then, a young man, who appeared from nowhere, seemed to walk into a trap, being forced step by step to the point of slitting his own throat with a saber.
And now, for some reason, the young man was twitching all over, holding the blade as if self-harming, his hands covered in blood, his bloodshot eyes with pupils shrunk to tiny dots, shaking violently and erratically. From his pale, cracked lips, indistinct, incomprehensible words occasionally burst out.
“Fake... real... all must die... no, only if I die is enough...”
Even a fool could tell there was something wrong with that appearance.
But for some reason, the increasingly numerous people gathered in the hall seemed to be possessed, even worse than fools, completely unaware of the abnormality.
Upstairs and downstairs, laughter filled every corner of Daimu Courtyard, yet it conveyed no sense of joy.
Everyone seemed to be immersed in heightened, abnormal emotions, anticipating the scene of the young man’s blood flowing freely; even children were clapping and cheering.
This cannot continue! Xia Lianqing thought, biting her silver teeth lightly, then suddenly stood up and quickly walked towards the young man surrounded by the crowd.
Lives were about to be lost; how could she continue to watch idly?
“Stop, it’s over! Did you hear me? I said it’s o—”
Xia Lianqing shouted loudly, but before she could finish, the scene before her made her freeze in place with her mouth open, as if she had been choked by something.
Her words came to an abrupt halt.
She saw the young man suddenly grin, shout loudly, “Haha, I understand! Only if I kill myself, can I completely kill him!”
After speaking, he raised the sharp battle saber, placed it on his neck, and fiercely slit it.
However, the intense pain and the sudden weakness from massive blood loss did not make him stop his actions.
As the tip of the saber sliced across his throat, his trembling hands forcefully stabbed, and then followed through with a downward slash...
“Puff—!”
Accompanied by a muffled sound, crimson, viscous blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.
The battle saber carried by the Longxiang Army Armored Soldier, although not yet a Spiritual Energy item, was crafted with exquisite materials, capable of cutting through iron like mud.
With Xie Erlang’s slash and cut, the blade met no resistance, leaving a huge, hideous, T-shaped wound. Then, the flesh quietly separated, exposing internal organs and bones.
Seeing this, Xia Lianqing froze in place, her eyes wide, her lips slightly pale, her stomach churning.
Before this, although she had heard of certain strange people exhibiting self-harming behavior, she had never imagined that a person could be so cruel to themselves.
“Thud—!”
It wasn't until Xie Erlang’s body fell into a pool of blood with a heavy sound that Xia Lianqing recovered from her horror.
Looking around, she saw that, apart from the grim-faced “Fang Ji” and Soldier Chen Long, almost everyone watching this bloody and terrifying scene showed no fear; instead, expressions of eager interest appeared on their faces.
“Hoh, that was quite a vicious blow!”
“Haha, this kid actually slit his own throat? Interesting, interesting!”
“The betting is open, the betting is open! Let’s bet whether this kid can come back to life!”
“Quick, go get a basin to collect some; I heard human blood can cure illnesses!”
“...”
Amidst the noisy clamor, Xia Lianqing saw that in the pool of blood, the young man, whose body was already stiff and no longer human-shaped, suddenly twitched.
Immediately after, she saw him raise his hand and slowly cover his throat, which was still gushing blood.
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It moved? No, how could it really be Lived?
Seeing Xie Erlang’s corpse suddenly move, half-sitting up and covering his neck, his head, suspended by skin and flesh, turned sideways, and his bloodshot, rolled-back eyes cast a gaze in her direction, Shen Baiwei’s eyelids twitched violently, and a wave of panic swept through her heart.
Could it be that Disaster hasn't settled things yet? What should I do?
Is he really going to be resurrected from the dead?
If he really comes back to life, won’t it be my turn to slit my throat? Shen Baiwei thought anxiously.
She suddenly realized that she might have been thoroughly tricked by Disaster...
