Free Web NovelShocking! On the way home from work, a wage slave was viciously attacked on the head by a villain. Is this a distortion of human nature or a degradation of morality?
To be so ruthless right in front of the Night Watch's gate, is there any law left?
The world is so cold, violent, and gloomy, how can anyone dare to have a third child?
The moment the sharp pain spread from the top of his head, a jumble of chaotic thoughts flashed through Lu Yibei's mind.
Soon, as the headache intensified, Lu Yibei, who had fallen to the ground, noticed something strange.
He didn't seem to have been hit by someone...
The sharp pain initially felt like being struck on the head with a hard object, but as the pain gradually worsened, upon closer examination, he realized the pain wasn't from an external blow, but slowly rising from within.
It was as if something inside him was heavily pounding his head.
The dizziness grew stronger and stronger, the scene in his vision twisted, and ripples, like pebbles disturbing the water surface, swayed before his eyes.
The second before losing consciousness completely, Lu Yibei saw Hua Sang looking at him, her lazy eyes seemingly saying, "Something really happened," or perhaps, "Just as I thought, this child is seriously ill."
"???"
Confusion rose in Lu Yibei's heart. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to Hua Sang, but the scene before his eyes became increasingly blurry, finally plunging into darkness as if a light had been extinguished.
And so, in the dim, narrow alleyway in front of the Huacheng Folk Culture Research Administration gate, a man and a woman, one in a 'point' shape and the other in a 'large' shape, lay quietly on the ground.
The night was deep, and a sinister, eerie atmosphere filled the alley. All around was dead silence, save for the rustling sound of wind-blown fallen leaves and tiny scraps of paper scraping across the ground.
"Sigh, a good dog doesn't block the road. What's the meaning of lying in the middle of the road?"
After a long time, a weak sigh broke the dead silence.
Hua Sang slowly climbed up from the ground, walked over to Lu Yibei, tilted her head, and observed him for a moment. She recalled how her Senior Brothers who practiced Corpse Refinement Technique dragged corpses, and then, imitating them, she propped Lu Yibei up and dragged him towards the side of the road.
"Rustle, rustle... rustle, rustle..."
The faint, intermittent sound of a body rubbing against the ground continued.
Dragging Lu Yibei, Hua Sang would stop to rest for a moment after every half meter or so. It took her a full twenty minutes to cover the less than two meters from the center of the alley to the roadside.
"Thump!"
After throwing Lu Yibei, who was like a puddle of mud, to the side of the road, Hua Sang leaned against the wall of the Huacheng Folk Culture Research Administration and slowly sat down. She looked completely exhausted, her face pale, covered in sweat, and panting heavily.
She tilted her head back, staring blankly at the dense branches and leaves of the sycamore tree above. It took her a long time to catch her breath, and then she slowly exhaled a murky breath.
Dragging a corpse is really tiring work.
Hua Sang grumbled inwardly, then turned to look at Lu Yibei. She half-closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and silently circulated her Spiritual Energy. As a brilliant glow, like the morning glow, flashed through her eyes, a thin, ethereal layer of mist suddenly rose in her vision.
Clairvoyance, activated!
Maintaining this state, similar to viewing the moon in water or flowers in mist, after a few breaths, she saw a crimson phantom slowly emerge from behind Lu Yibei.
The phantom was a burly giant, wrapped in flames and thick smoke. Its scimitar-like horns seemed to be forged from lava. Its general form was identical to the Ifrit described in ancient texts.
However, unlike the descriptions, the Ifrit's mouth was black, its arms were also black, and its skin was covered in cracks, as if it had suffered severe burns that caused its tissues to carbonize.
Hua Sang observed Lu Yibei's Spirit Mark phantom through the Clairvoyance and slightly furrowed her brow.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the Ifrit's expression wasn't as ferocious and evil as described in the texts, but rather...
A little wronged?
As if it had been severely bullied.
"..."
Strange, I thought he fainted suddenly because his Spirit Mark mutated, leading to a certain degree of Spirit Mark loss of control.
But looking at this, his Spirit Mark seems very normal?
Then why did he... Forget it, it's none of my business. Hua Sang thought.
Just dragging Lu Yibei to the roadside and helping him check if his Spirit Mark was out of control had already exceeded her daily exercise limit. If she meddled any further, she was worried she would die from exhaustion.
The kind of exhaustion where she would really drop dead on the spot.
As Hua Sang thought, her peripheral vision involuntarily drifted towards her back. There, on her spine beneath her clothes, her Spirit Mark was drawn.
----
Half an hour later.
There were strange dreams, but no eerie illusions. After only a brief period of unconsciousness, Lu Yibei naturally woke up.
Opening his eyes and seeing the star-filled night sky, he was momentarily stunned. After confirming that he was still in the alley outside the Huacheng Folk Culture Research Administration, he slightly furrowed his brow.
This is strange!
According to the usual pattern, before waking up, he would either witness a horrific urban legend attack, or be lectured by the Ancestor, or hear the Chatterbox Girl start a long speech with "You're awake, you are now XXX."
Isn't this a little too uneventful this time? Lu Yibei thought. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many persecutions over the past six months. After fainting, waking up so calmly felt somewhat unfamiliar to him.
He wondered if he had inadvertently picked up some strange habit?
Rubbing his still faintly aching head, Lu Yibei sat up. Just as he composed himself, he heard intermittent panting beside him. Following the sound, his heart immediately tightened.
Holy crap! Miss, who are you?!
He saw a girl with torn clothes sitting against the wall less than half a meter away from him. Her messy long hair hung down, covering most of her face. On the small face visible through the gaps in her hair, there was some dust, making her look dirty, and her face was pale.
Her two delicate, small willow-leaf lips were slightly parted, and she was breathing heavily, making a series of 'coughing' sounds, similar to someone with a lung disease who is about to die.
"Cough... cough... cough..."
Staring at Hua Sang, for a moment, Lu Yibei even thought he had encountered a urban legend event like a female ghost seeking revenge. But then he reconsidered, this was Hua City territory, and no urban legend would be so audacious as to attack the Huacheng Monster King. He slightly breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately after, he collected himself and scrutinized the girl from head to toe. Only then, from the thin, white calf protruding from the torn pant leg, did he recognize that the girl before him was undoubtedly Hua Sang.
"..."
Wait, I was the one who suddenly fainted just now, right?
Why does she look like she's half-dead?
Lu Yibei thought, and without showing any change in expression, he used his ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Spiritual Sense to probe Hua Sang's state. His heart was slightly startled, and then he became even more confused.
Although this Miss looked like she was on her last legs, according to the results of his Spiritual Sense probe, her Spiritual Energy fluctuations were as vast as a river, and her vitality was as strong as a mature bull.
A Psychic like this, even if a knife were used to make a cut on her and two kilograms of blood were drained, she should still be able to bounce around lively.
"Miss, you..."
Hua Sang weakly raised a hand, blocking Lu Yibei's mouth, interrupting his speech, and then slightly turned her neck, giving him a look that said, "Don't talk, let me be quiet, understand?"
Lu Yibei gave Hua Sang an "OK" gesture and nodded.
Most of the time, he still had a tiny bit of gentlemanly demeanor.
He waited quietly for a moment.
Seeing that Hua Sang's breathing had gradually stabilized and her complexion had regained some color, Lu Yibei estimated that she had been "quiet" enough and asked again, "Miss, may I ask, before I fainted just now, I noticed the way you looked at me, as if you had already expected me to faint. Could you tell me why?"
He was quite concerned about why he had fainted without reason and about Hua Sang's strange look at him.
Hua Sang took a breath and reluctantly said, "Just a guess."
And I guessed wrong... Hua Sang added in her heart.
"A guess? How did you guess? Even if it's a guess, there should be some basis, right?" Lu Yibei pressed.
"Your Spirit Mark is not right."
Friendly reminder: The Website is about to be revised, which may cause loss of reading progress. Please save your "book shelf" and "reading record" in time (screenshot recommended). We apologize for any inconvenience caused!
"How is it not right?" Lu Yibei continued to press.
There's no reason!
Isn't my Spirit Mark always suppressed by the core bodies of the two great urban legend, like a useless little brother, shrinking in the corner and trembling?
How is this little brother suddenly not right now? What gave it the courage? Lu Yibei thought.
"It mutated, but it's harmless."
Hearing this, Lu Yibei's heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked, "Ah? What does it mean that it's mutated and yet harmless? Could it be mutating in a good direction? Will I become stronger because of it?"
"No."
"Then will it become weaker? Or will there be some strange symptoms? I won't die, will I?"
Regardless of revolution or not, the body is the capital, the top priority, and cannot be taken lightly.
Hua Sang opened her mouth, wanting to speak but hesitating, "..." Why couldn't this guy just be quiet for a little while? freēwēbηovel.c૦m
I already told you it's harmless, why are you still asking? Meeting you, I've really had eight lifetimes of bad luck. Tonight, I might just die of exhaustion here.
Lu Yibei frowned, half-swallowing her words, "..." Why did this Miss speak like she was squeezing toothpaste?
Why did she suddenly stop talking? Meeting you, my mental state is completely collapsing. Tonight, I might just die of anxiety here.
They stood in silence, confronting each other for a moment.
Following the principle of "helping someone to the end," Hua Sang suppressed the annoyance in her heart and looked at Lu Yibei with a resentful gaze, speaking unhurriedly, "It's like this. First, when I met you this morning, I accidentally noticed that your Spirit Mark had mutated. Feeling curious, I took a few more glances."
"Mm-hmm." Lu Yibei nodded, motioning for Hua Sang to continue.
"Secondly, just now, I saw you walking and suddenly fainting and falling to the ground. I suspected it was one of the common symptoms of mild Spirit Mark loss of control, causing erosion of the nervous system."
She was all too familiar with the symptoms of unstable, or even out of control, Spirit Marks.
"Combining the above two points, I speculated that your body might be in big trouble, so, so, so..."
"So what?" Lu Yibei eagerly pressed.
However, before Lu Yibei could get the answer she wanted, she saw Hua Sang's eyelids slowly droop, and she nodded sleepily a few times, then her body tilted, and with a "thump," she fell to the ground.
Previously, in order to complete the task assigned by the Sect Leader, Hua Sang had overused her Spiritual Energy, causing even her Spirit Mark, which had been stable for many years, to fluctuate slightly, putting a considerable burden on her body.
Now, she had eaten almost nothing all day, had an overloaded amount of exercise, and had used the Clairvoyance to observe Lu Yibei's Spirit Mark multiple times within a single day, which further exacerbated her already limited vitality.
Therefore, she really couldn't hold on any longer. Although she was far from dying suddenly, she really needed to rest.
Looking at Hua Sang's sudden disconnection, a string of question marks immediately appeared in Lu Yibei's mind.
"No, Miss, are you okay? Miss?"
If something is wrong, can you at least finish what you're saying before something happens?
This way of speaking, like a Doctor holding a diagnosis and saying to the patient, "From the test results, you are suspected of having advanced cancer, but..." and then there is no follow-up, are you really not afraid of being beaten?
Dimly, hearing Lu Yibei's call, Hua Sang struggled to lift her eyelids, then struggled to reach out her hand, her fingers trembling, and gently wrote a word on the ground.
That appearance was exactly like a character in a movie or TV series desperately trying to write down the killer's name before dying.
Lu Yibei tilted her head, deciphered Hua Sang's crooked handwriting, and frowned, "Hungry? Oh, right, she asked me to buy her something to eat earlier, but..."
But how many days must she have been hungry to suddenly faint halfway through speaking?
Doesn't that Li Xuan guy even care that his Junior Sister has no food?
Bah! Bad guy, not a human!
Lu Yibei thought indignantly, fumbled in her pocket for a while, took out half a pack of spicy strips, and asked Hua Sang, "Miss, how about you have some spicy strips first?"
Hearing this, Hua Sang struggled to lift her eyelids, and like she wasn't willing to die, she glared fiercely at Lu Yibei.
"Okay, you don't seem to like spicy strips very much." Lu Yibei shrugged, put a spicy strip in her mouth, got up, and walked towards the convenience store at the entrance of Peony Street.
----
The night grew darker.
After a moment of silence in the dim alley, footsteps were heard again.
Lu Yibei got jelly and yogurt, as well as some miscellaneous snacks, from the convenience store for free. She tore open the packaging, placed them in front of the unconscious Hua Sang's delicate nose, and then fanned them with her hand, wafting the scent into her nostrils.
However, Hua Sang was not Gu Qianqian, and the food temptation trick didn't work very well.
Seeing that Hua Sang hadn't woken up, Lu Yibei sighed silently, sat down beside her, ate her spicy strips, and fell into contemplation.
Spirit Mark mutation causing fainting? Is it because it was contaminated by the Black Sun Fire Seed?
If that's the case, it's going to be a big problem. What good things could come from the Eclipse Society?
If it really doesn't work, I'll find a way to get rid of the Ifrit Spirit Mark. Anyway, it's useless to have it, and keeping it might be a disaster.
Just as Lu Yibei was secretly calculating whether to harm the Ifrit Spirit Mark, a rustling sound interrupted her thoughts.
The unconscious Hua Sang woke up, sat up, silently picked up the food Lu Yibei had brought, and slowly ate it.
She held the jelly in her hands, chewing in small bites, looking like a chipmunk gnawing on a pine cone. Her messy long hair hung down, obscuring her face, but only her rosy little mouth was visible when she ate, her lips shaped like two willow leaves, quite beautiful.
However, how can there be someone in this world who chews and swallows jelly slowly? I've really seen something new today. Lu Yibei muttered to herself.
Perhaps it was influenced by Hua Sang's unhurried state, where she remained calm no matter how much pressure she was under.
Lu Yibei also seemed to enter a state of contemplation, just watching quietly, waiting for her to finish eating.
A long time passed.
After Hua Sang finished eating the easy-to-eat food Lu Yibei bought, such as jelly, yogurt, and marshmallows, she stopped eating.
After licking the last yogurt lid clean and neatly putting it in the garbage bag, she sat up cross-legged, recalled the words she hadn't finished earlier, and continued to explain to Lu Yibei.
"Earlier, I said that your sudden fainting seemed like a symptom of mild Spirit Mark loss of control, so I speculated that there was a problem with your Spirit Mark. Later, I carefully observed it again with the Clairvoyance and found that your Spirit Mark had no abnormalities except for some mutation. It seems I might have guessed wrong."
Spirit Mark mutation is not always a bad thing. Some Psychic can even advance to a higher level by virtue of Spirit Mark mutation.
After a pause, Hua Sang added, "However, you can't take it lightly. Spirit Mark loss of control is like cancer. It's difficult to diagnose in the early stages, but once it erupts, it's hard to cure. I suggest you find an opportunity to properly examine your Spirit Mark."
"In addition, even if the examination results are fine, if similar abnormal reactions still appear later, you can come to Da Chunyang Palace to find me at any time. I have a good relationship with the Sect Leader Old man and can ask him for a small favor. He is excellent at treating and detecting Spirit Mark loss of control."
Hua Sang was a little lazy, but she was usually very willing to help others, as long as helping didn't require too much effort from her.
After listening to Hua Sang, Lu Yibei's doubts were finally resolved, but her mood became heavy instead.
Although the Spirit Mark had been suppressed by the cores of the two urban legend entities for a long time and the probability of it losing control was not high, what if it became psychologically distorted and gradually "abnormal" because it had been suppressed for too long?
To be on the safe side, she had to be prepared.
Anyway, to get the last piece of Lingtai Pure Karma, I will have to go to Da Chunyang Palace sooner or later. Now it's just one more side quest.
However, the last piece cannot be forcefully taken, and whether the Spirit Mark is out of control has not yet been determined. Neither of these matters can be rushed, and they both involve Da Chunyang Palace. How exactly to proceed, I'm afraid it's better to ask the Ancestor first.
Thinking of this, Lu Yibei stood up, cupped her hands towards Hua Sang, and said, "Then thank you, Miss. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."
"Mm-hmm, bye." Hua Sang nodded.
Lu Yibei cupped her hands towards her again, turned around, got on her beloved small motorcycle, and accelerated towards the outside of the alley.
Watching Lu Yibei's back as she rode away, Hua Sang quickly fell into a state of self-isolation again, lying on the ground and starting to conserve her energy.
Damn it, I've said more words today than I usually do in a month. I'm so tired.
However, when you take from others, you are beholden to them. It's okay to be a little tired!
At most, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow? No, I'll just rest until next weekend. Hua Sang thought.
