Free Web NovelChapter 1527: Chapter 175: No Return
Chen Country, Wu Hui Valley.
Shrouded in mist all year round, day and night like this... rumors of haunting events never cease.
The interior of the valley is quiet and peaceful, especially this night with bright stars and a sparse moon. A wooden cabin stands before a clear stream, a sense of tranquility quietly flowing.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The Old Yellow Dog suddenly started barking.
This burst of barks disturbed the night, causing ripples in the clear stream, moonlight shattering on the water’s surface.
The valley awoke.
A small stool was placed in front of the wooden cabin, where a dozing white-haired elder sat.
"What’s all the noise?" he grumbled discontentedly without opening his eyes.
"Boss, it’s me."
A young man with long hair and blood-red eyes broke through the gentle night, quickly walking up to the elder.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The Old Yellow Dog, lying in the corner of the cabin, barked at him a few more times, looking quite ferocious.
Unfortunately, its weary old bones really had no intimidation power.
It only bullied this "newcomer" who dared not confront it.
The elder on the stool opened his eyes and looked: "Oh, Little Snake."
Fang Helling was already accustomed to this.
He calmly said, "It’s Little Crane."
"Little Crane..." The elder stood up, leaned towards him, and said mysteriously, "There’s a woman in my room, do you know who she is? Lying on my bed, making it impossible for me to sleep!"
"It’s Lord Uncovering the Face," Fang Helling replied.
"Oh..." The elder pondered for a moment: "Who?"
Fang Helling thought for a moment, then covered his face with his left hand: "It’s Lord Yanzi."
"Yan...zi." The elder murmured: "Yan... It’s Yan Chunhui... Yan Chunhui is me!"
"Jiang Mengxiong!"
He suddenly twisted his body around, gazing eastward. The murkiness in his old eyes suddenly cleared, like a clear stream washing the Bright Moon, a layer of pure light surged up, extremely sharp!
The clear stream in front of the wooden cabin seemed to have frozen.
The Old Yellow Dog immediately tucked its tail.
No wind, seemingly no stars or moon either.
Fang Helling stood there with downcast eyes, motionless.
"How did it go this time?" The elder’s tone had completely changed, although still old, there was now a detached flavor as if overlooking all beings.
"Everything you instructed has been accomplished," Fang Helling said.
The elder took out a yellowed ancient book from his bosom, handed it to him and said, "This is the Sword Manual you wanted, a vicious sword that has been banished from the world since the Flying Sword Era..."
Fang Helling accepted it silently.
He didn’t thank him, because there was no need to.
With the Chief of the Human Demons, giving and receiving are always equal.
And this was something he deserved.
"You can still think it over now," the elder said. freēwēbnovel.com
"This is my choice," Fang Helling said.
"Rest early." He bowed to the elder and turned to walk outside.
Walking with much certainty.
This is an era full of geniuses.
He couldn’t walk fast, so he could only walk like this.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Perhaps after a period of calm, the Old Yellow Dog felt capable again, barking fiercely at Fang Helling’s departing figure, mighty and majestic.
The elder glanced at it.
It immediately shut up and wagged its tail flatteringly.
"Stupid dog, can’t even squeeze a soft persimmon," the elder shook his head and stepped into the wooden cabin.
The Old Yellow Dog wagged its tail, sending him off through the door, very dutifully.
Once he had entered the wooden cabin.
The Old Yellow Dog tilted its head slightly and spat: "Ptooey!"
It unexpectedly spoke human language: "Is there a good person in this lousy valley? Where’s the soft persimmon for me to squeeze?"
It cursed angrily a couple of times, then lay back down and squinted its eyes.
The structure of the wooden cabin is extremely simple.
Only a kitchen, a main room, and a bedroom.
Upon entering is the main room, the kitchen is on the left, and the bedroom is on the right.
A Ba Xian table is positioned against the wall in the main room, surrounded by three long benches.
On the table are a few dishes, covered with a woven bamboo cover to guard against insect disturbance.
Looking up, a black wooden shrine hangs on the wall.
The shrine contains an incense burner with burning incense, even half-filled with incense ash... but no deity statue.
Nor is there a painting of any deity.
It’s unknown what is being worshiped there.
Aside from that, the main room is empty.
Yan Chunhui turned right at once, entering the bedroom.
This bedroom still maintains the simple overall style.
The bed is a simple and narrow single bamboo bed, just lonely against the wall without a curtain, much less any other decorations.
What contrasts with the style of the entire house is—
At the window-side of the bedroom, sits an extremely exquisite zither.
From the carvings to the luster of the strings... it all speaks of "precious" two words.
Only with ultimate care and craftsmanship could such a treasure be crafted.
And it sits quietly there, waiting for a pair of hands to caress it.
The wooden window is closed, it should have been closed for a long time.
So this zither should also have been lonely for a long time... even though it gleams like new.
Yan Chunhui’s gaze fell on the bamboo bed.
At this moment, lying on the bed was a "person"...
If one could still be called a person.
She had a human "shape," a human head, facial features... but not entirely human limbs.
The position of the left hand seemed to be a claw.
The position of the right hand resembled an elephant leg.
The torso seemed to be a patchwork of different animals, some with fur, some with spikes, not only uneven but also mismatched in color...
At what should be the position of the legs, however, there was some consistency, they were two colorful snake tails.
And the "person" lying there had tightly closed eyes.
A face covered in blood.
Yan Chunhui walked forward, examined closely, the old wrinkled eyelids lifted slightly.
Then a sword hum rang.
The "person" on the bed, immediately opened her eyes.
She looked at the white-haired Yan Chunhui, with a momentary confusion.
But that sudden confusion quickly shattered.
The most handsome man in Chen Country back then, now nothing but a forgetful old fool.
And she...
Her eyes dared not move, but once she gradually cleared up, an extremely terrified expression appeared.
"I died. And then you... revived me?" she asked with a trembling voice.
Yan Chunhui nodded.
A horrifying assumption was confirmed. Tears suddenly flowed, she nearly lost control.
She shouted, "Yan, Yan Chunhui! Why did you save me! Why did you save me? You bastard! You damned... damned! Who allowed you to use those filthy methods to save me!"
Yan Chunhui quietly watched her, not saying a word.
She cursed on the bamboo bed for a while, eventually losing strength and sobbing: "I should have died long ago, I should have died three hundred years ago! Why do you... how dare you!"
"Don’t cry," Yan Chunhui said.
His comfort was weak and murky. Like trying hard to wring a cloth, squeezing out two drops of dirty water. The squeezing seemed like completing something, but where it fell dirtied the place again.
Yanzi could only move her eyes, but the shadows she captured confirmed her assumption, knowing what kind of ghastly state she was in.
"Ah... ah... boo hoo..."
She cried terribly.
