Heiraten - Kapitel 117
His hands never stopped, handling them as gently and affectionately as if they were the finest silk.
"I know you like Shen Yuntan." The hand combing her hair stopped, and he gently pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look at him. "I'll skin him alive, make a straw doll, and put it by your bedside so he can keep you company every day, okay?" He seemed oblivious to Nineteen's fear, or perhaps he was speaking to himself. "No, I'll use wax to make a wax figure. They say wax figures made from living people are incredibly lifelike. It's a pity... a pity I didn't know that sooner, otherwise, Wei Qi could have kept me company like that too."
As if he had enjoyed her fear enough, Tianxiu let go of her hand and continued to comb her hair, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Comb through to the end..."
"Two combs of white hair, level with eyebrows..."
He suddenly threw down the comb and walked out without looking back.
Chapter Seventy-Five: The End (Part Four)
The wind stirred by the fluttering red robe caused the red candles to flicker. The dimly lit room was so dark that one couldn't see the face of the person in the red robe reflected in the mirror. Only laughter echoed, like a persistent nightmare, tightly binding her.
Tianxiu always loves to laugh; he always has a smile on his face, no matter when.
Nineteen had never heard him laugh like that before; it sounded a bit like a night owl but not quite... She thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was like.
At that time, she had no time to think about anything else; she was only thinking about Nian Yuntan, her master, and her father.
The matchmaker and maidservants spent ages fussing over her, but she couldn't move or speak, being dressed up like a puppet. The person in the mirror had beautiful features, but didn't quite resemble her.
Zi Nu brought in some snacks, her smiling face still showing traces of tears. Nineteen raised her eyelids slightly, not intending to pay attention to her, nor was she capable of doing so.
Zi Nu put down her tea and snacks, smiled slightly at Nineteen in the reflection of the mirror, then froze, exclaiming involuntarily, "How...how could he have made you look like this..."
Her eyes were elongated by the sculpting, making her already round and large eyes appear much more slender and alluring. Her naturally thick eyebrows were shaved into willow-leaf shapes, and especially when slightly furrowed, they distinctly resembled… that person…
Nineteen couldn't speak, but judging from Zi Nu's expression, she understood a bit.
Tianxiu transformed her into Tang Weiqi.
The weather was not good; it was gray and gloomy. No lights were on in the main hall, making the "double happiness" characters barely visible. Nineteen was carried out by several maids and dragged to Tianxiu's side like a puppet. Under the bright red veil, she couldn't see anything, but she could smell a strong stench of blood.
Nineteen was covered in sweat. Someone had died here. Who was it? Master? Father? Or... Yun Tan?!
Before she could think, she heard several screams beside her, and her body suddenly went limp, falling into a cold embrace. Tianxiu's voice was warm and gentle: "Wife, it's better if I help you up myself."
Even though she couldn't see anything, she clearly understood that the matchmakers and maids had been murdered. What about Zi Nu? Was she dead too?
Tianxiu half-supported, half-carried her, as if holding a rare treasure, and carefully lifted her veil. Suddenly, everything became bright before her eyes. Shijiu looked up abruptly and saw Tang Qingliu and Ge Yang sitting in the high hall.
Tang Qingliu was the first to cry out, "Bastard! Let go of my daughter!"
Xie Dongsheng said, "Pah, shameless! They haven't even acknowledged you yet!"
Tang Qingliu glared at him: "Shameless, occupying it for nineteen or eighteen years!"
The two continued arguing, but their limbs remained completely still, and it was unclear what method Tianxiu had used to subdue them. Nineteen felt a chill run down her spine as she recalled Tianxiu's words about severing her limbs.
The hall was empty, with only four people present. The bodies of the two maids at his feet were barely cold, but their skin had already decomposed beyond recognition. After a few hissing sounds, they were completely rotten, leaving not even bones. The large hall was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, but there was no joy in it, only a sense of desolation.
Tianxiu's embrace was as cold as ice, as if his bones were also cold. He gently held Shijiu in his arms, staring blankly at the beautifully dressed woman: "So...so beautiful." He suddenly felt like a helpless young boy, as nervous as if he were embracing his lover for the first time.
"You look so beautiful today. I never, never imagined I could look like this..."
Nineteen stared at him coldly, trying her best to mouth three words.
"Tang Nineteen".
The passion in her eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by sorrow, helplessness, resentment, and a touch of pity. Tianxiu suddenly smiled and gently brushed a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear.
"Nineteen, you are cruel."
"Because you are too cruel, I have to be even more ruthless than you so that..." so that you won't hurt me.
He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he embraced Nineteen, slowly turned around, and looked at Yun Tan approaching from afar with a teasing smile.
Outside, everything was shrouded in a gray haze, a blanket of dust covering everything. He arrived through the wind and mist, dressed in white, untouched by the dust. Nineteen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly relaxed, and somehow, she even had the leisure to notice...
Actually, both Yun Tan and Tian Xiu are quite vain.
One loves wearing flashy, colorful clothes, while the other loves wearing spotless white clothes; both of them actually love to look pretty.
"Stop making a scene, give me back my wife." He said calmly and steadily, without showing any anger or joy.
"It is said that the Tuanfu Heart Sutra requires two people to practice. Have you and she already learned it?" Tianxiu suddenly asked. "Should I kill her in front of you? Or kill you in front of her?"
"If you have that ability." Before he finished speaking, he had already darted out, his white robes flashing like lightning. He was fast, but Tianxiu was even faster, suddenly retreating with Shijiu in his arms, his left hand raised high, his ten fingers as black as ink.
Zi Nu had secretly told her that day that Tian Xiu's ten fingers contained a deadly poison that could kill if inhaled.
Yun Tan, does he know about this?
Tang Shijiu looked up in alarm and clearly saw a confident smile on Tianxiu's lips.
He seemed to see black particles in the air forming a swift, gigantic beast, its jaws wide open, pouncing on Yun Tan and swallowing him whole. Tang Shijiu felt a chill run down his spine; his blood seemed to freeze and flow backward, then roared and boiled, threatening to burst through his skin.
Tianxiu's upturned lips suddenly split open, dripping blood, as if a blood-soaked basin was about to devour her.
She absolutely could not, she absolutely could not watch Yun Tan die before her eyes. Not just Yun Tan, but no one! No one!
Tang Shijiu coughed violently, the scene before his eyes changing unpredictably, becoming indistinct yet strangely clear.
It felt like I'd seen this kind of battlefield, this kind of bloodshed, somewhere before.
She seemed to have regained her strength and reached out to chop down hard at the giant beast that was lunging at her.