The matriarch couldn't hear her voice at all; her wrinkled face showed a look of bewilderment.
"You really have gotten old." Xie Ying pushed her hand away without hesitation, and with a swift stroke, chopped off the chicken's head, blood splattering on the ground.
The matriarch was momentarily dazed. She looked around, but there was no one there.
Xie Ying released his grip and said to the old woman, "I'm leaving. Anyway, you don't have many years left to live, so I'll let you go this time."
"Come back and apologize after you've passed away."
She got up.
The lonely figure left the ancestral hall. Later, she encountered an old Taoist priest who seemed to be able to see her.
Xie Ying waved her hand dismissively, the chains binding her clanking as she moved.
The Taoist priest deep in the mountains saw a wandering spirit. She was puzzled because her malevolent aura overwhelmed the yin energy, causing all the surrounding spirits to flee in fear. Even more strangely, she still had a wisp of yang energy clinging to her, proving that she was not dead.
When Xie Ying heard the old Taoist priest advising her to be reborn as soon as possible, she glanced at him indifferently and walked past him.
The old Taoist priest couldn't stop her. He could only watch helplessly as she left.
Xie Ying wandered aimlessly, feeling no discomfort whatsoever; she was naturally solitary.
Loneliness had become the norm for her. Only killing and taking the lives of those with ugly faces brought her pleasure.
Xie Ying went to the old woman's room again after wandering around. She tried drinking a cup of tea in the old woman's room, and this time the old woman seemed to finally break down and cried. Her old face looked very ugly from crying.
After that, she unknowingly went to the palace and always wandered around Hanzhang Palace. It seemed to be telling her that this was her final destination.
This time, she saw the imposter who had taken her body.
Xie Ying chuckled, but stared coldly at her. She hadn't expected that this imposter lying on the bed would make her feel like she was rising into the air, floating, as if a force was gently lifting her upwards.
Unlike the icy coldness of the previous energy, the power supporting her felt somewhat warm.
Until she heard the imposter say that he hoped she could have a peaceful passing.
Xie Ying squinted and scrutinized the imposter, the one she had been observing for a long time.
The imposter was genuinely praying that she could be reborn in a better realm. Otherwise, a force that wanted to take her away wouldn't have arisen.
Unfortunately, she didn't like being told what to do.
So she lay down on the bed and rejoined her original body, which then instinctively rejected her. Although it repelled her, she gained the other person's memories.
Xie Ying squinted and carefully considered her memories: "So we were the same kind after all."
Out of consideration for being of the same kind, Xie Ying returned the long spear she had taken to Hanzhang Palace. Then she left Hanzhang Palace without looking back.
After that, her soul was in a strange state. It seemed that Heaven wanted to take her away, but as long as she didn't want to leave, Heaven wouldn't force her to go. It seemed to respect her wishes.
Xie Ying did not want to entrust her future to an unknown force.
She wandered on and on, for an unknown amount of time, until she noticed the imposter had encountered a master. She watched from the sidelines for a long time. She realized that the imposter seemed to have been punished by heaven and then received its favor.
So the heavens returned her inner strength.
Xie Ying drifted along nonchalantly, watching the imposter get badly injured as if it were a grand show, and then the imposter, in his cleverness, took the person back to the State of Lu.
It was in the State of Lu that Xie Ying discovered the imposter's ill-fated relationship with another person.
However, that was none of her concern. She only cared whether the imposter could put on a good show for her.
The imposter turned the tables and executed the other person separately.
The other one, utterly powerless to retaliate, clicked her tongue and watched the imposter board the boat and return. She didn't follow. Perhaps it was because she had been drifting on the water for so long that she seemed tired.
I'm sleepy.
"How ridiculous. So even ghosts need to sleep." Xie Ying closed her eyes and didn't know how much time had passed.
When she woke up, she seemed to be lying in a warm embrace, and standing opposite her was the old Taoist priest she had seen before.
The Taoist priest in the deep mountains said, "Have you thought this through?"
He seemed to be talking to the person holding her.
The familiar voice rang out: "I've made up my mind."
"This is what I owe Xie Ying."
It turned out that the imposter was behind me. This imposter's conscience was truly consistent from beginning to end.
Xie Ying wanted to raise her hand to tell them, "No need, let me go. What do you care about me? Who are you to me?" But she found her hand as heavy as if it were weighed down with lead weights.
She looked up and saw a face exactly like hers, except for the eyes.
Soft eyes. Those eyes that seemed capable of overcoming strength with gentleness.
They were all lonely people.
Unlike her, who chose to endure, she chose to vent.
Xie Ying closed her eyes, recalling the reason she killed her father, Xie Zhengrong. It was because of her mother. Her mother was a princess of a small country, who, after being abducted by her father, was treated like a discarded dog, subjected to the abuse and humiliation of the Xie clan. On another occasion, her father, along with his brothers, even raped her mother in front of her.
After that day, she grew up.
When she was nineteen, taking advantage of the clan's dissatisfaction with her father, she seized his position. She dragged her father to the place where her mother had been humiliated and drowned him in a water vat.
At that time, her relatives who had accompanied her in the rebellion were filled with fear and panic when they saw her kill her father so casually.
But they didn't escape either. They all died alongside their father. Their heads were chopped off, their legs were chopped off, some were still crawling, still calling for help, but the outside was full of her men.
How could they possibly escape?
In the end, they all died. All those who had wronged the mother died. Their sons, their daughters, their filthy bloodline—not a single one remained, all vanished from the world.
I'm so happy. I haven't been this happy in a long time.
The thrill of revenge is so irresistible.
Xie Ying reminisced about the past like a revolving lantern.
The imposter's tone was filled with concern and anxiety: "Master, this is the last time I will appear in your dream, and it is also my last wish."
"Please help me."
The Taoist priest in the deep mountains said in a complicated tone, "Her sins are heinous; she murdered her father and relatives. The good deeds you did in the past have already been offset by her sins. If you take any more risks now... I'm afraid your lifespan will also be affected..."
“If I don’t help her, she will disappear. Whether she can be reincarnated will be a problem.”
"Master, in my world there's a concept called the Spatial Paradox. If I come to this world, people similar to me cannot appear at the same time. They must disappear from this world. Conversely, if I disappear from my own world, and that world lacks the place I left vacant, can she take my place?"
"Just as I survived in her place, she can also live on in my world in my place!"
"This is how I can repay her."
The Taoist priest in the deep mountains said, "Have you considered this? She went to your world and took your place, so you can never return to your original world."
She smiled and said, "She is me. It doesn't matter who goes."
As the Taoist priest let out a sigh, Xie Ying closed her eyes completely and fell into a deep sleep.
A doctor and nurse making their rounds in a ward exclaimed in surprise, followed by chaos.
"She's awake! Miss Xie is awake!"
"Thank God, I thought my surgery had failed. I was thinking of going back to the operating room for a second surgery."
"Miss Xie, wake up! Do you remember me?"
Two police officers stood outside the ward, relieved to hear that Ms. Xie, whom they had found, had woken up. One of the younger officers couldn't help but whisper among himself, "How could a patient like her have gone to international waters from our city? There's no exit record, and customs couldn't find any information about her, yet she just came back on her own. It's really strange."
"Master, do you think... we're possessed by an evil spirit?"
The old comrade slapped him on the back of the head and scolded him, "Nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about? You must have taken a boat from some back alley we don't know about."
"Otherwise, how could a living person like her go to international waters?"
As the two policemen were talking, a beautiful figure in white rushed down the long hospital corridor, wiping away tears.
The two policemen recognized him as a familiar face, someone who frequented their police station every day. Ai Min.
"Young lady, your friend has been found. It seems she ran away to clear her head because she had some psychological issues. You must take good care of her and encourage her from now on. Tell her not to do anything foolish again."
"Thank you, officers." Ai Min wiped away her tears, bowed solemnly to them, and then rushed into the ward, hugged the woman on the bed, and burst into tears.
"You rascal, you've finally decided to come back."
Ai Min's arms were so tight that Xie Ying could hardly breathe. She then saw five or six strange humans with short hair, turbans, and white clothes.
They were also making a lot of noise around the hospital bed.
Especially a woman who suddenly hugs her tightly.
Xie Ying immediately raised an eyebrow: "Whose daughter is this, so rude? Let go of her right now!"
The crying in the ward stopped abruptly. Ai Min gently released her, her eyes filled with tears, looking aggrieved and cautious.
She had the expression of a wronged young wife, her slender shoulders hunched, and she even let out a couple of soft sobs in protest.
"I am Aimin."
"Lanzhi, you've become so fierce!"
Xie Ying gave Ai Min a cold laugh, wondering who she was trying to impress with this submissive, womanly act.
She hated those noisy, timid women the most! (But later she changed her mind.)
However, their deep bond began in this ward, room 1314.
A note from the author:
Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 17:25:52 on March 10, 2022 and 17:19:32 on March 11, 2022!
Thank you to the little angels who threw landmines: Ruyasuihe and Yunmu (1 each);
Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: Tong (18 bottles); Qingyuan (10 bottles); Qianxia Danshang (5 bottles);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 239 Xie Ying
In her third year, she carried the burden of the world's woman—Emin.